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After another punishing session in the pool, I fully intended to rail James’ arse in the shower, but too many patrons were hanging around the changing rooms. Sexual satisfaction was denied, I was horny as fuck as I dressed.

“Jason,” James called out, “Look at this!”

I ran my fingers through my shampooed hair and walked over to the toilet cubicle. James pointed to a new message marked on the tiled wall with a black marker.

“That wasn’t there a couple of days ago.”

The crude message read, “Call me for submissive fun.”

“We should call it,” Exclaimed James, his cock bulging beneath his shorts.

“Sure,” I replied pensively, “From your phone.”

James photographed the message because it would be removed in a day or two. Moments later, we exited the pool and strolled a couple of streets to our usual place of play.

Before engaging, James sent a message to the anonymous poster. We were glued to his phone screen for what seemed like an age, but a response was not forthcoming. Frustrated, James pulled me close and kissed me passionately, running fingers through my hair and squeezing my aching bulge.

James unbuckled my shorts and allowed them to fall to my ankles. He freed my spasming cock from my boxers and roughly jerked my shaft. Dropping to his knees, my cock was generously engulfed into James’ eager mouth, and he worked me hard. Minutes later, I filled his mouth with steaming man sludge, which he struggled to swallow.

“Wow, you are on fire tonight,” James grinned after cleaning his face of viscous sperm, “Will you do the thing with me?”

The thing was a sex act that developed over the last couple of weeks. Initially, I used to finger fuck James’ dirty hole as he wanked off. James kept begging for more fingers from two to four. With the application of proper lubricant, I managed to insert my entire hand inside James’ anus. When this happened the first time, James came so strongly that he almost collapsed.

We tried anal fisting several times a week. Sometimes, we were successful, but other times, his bung would not accept this gross intrusion. James was frustrated when I could not fit my fist inside his most sensitive hole. This was a completely new realm of kink, and I had no idea what I was doing, but James had specific needs, and he guided me despite a twenty-year age gap between us.

I grabbed the tube of lubrication from my bag that I had hoped to use in the shower at the pool. James unbuckled his jeans and dropped them to his ankles. He leaned against the wall of the alcove and stuck his butt out. I spread his cheeks and went to town on his brown pucker while he jerked his pole.

“Do the thing,” James panted repeatedly.

My tongue had the ability to make James come, but he needed the fist to achieve the ultimate orgasm, in his words. After spurting, James would insist on keeping my hand inside his anus while he pissed all over the floor. It was a strange request to me, but he seemed to know exactly what he wanted and guided me. I suspected that maybe James had previous experience in such acts when he was in high school. He knew so much more about the gay arts than I did, being a former straight guy.

After the rimming, I sensed James’ arse was ready to accept the ultimate invasion and entire hand. I popped the top of the tube and squeezed a generous amount of synthetic grease over my fingers and knuckles. One finger was quickly followed by two and then three. James was purring in delight while gripping his cock tightly. The fourth finger was reluctantly accepted, and I applied as much pressure as I thought James could handle.

“More,” He pleaded, “I’m so close.”

As much as I pressed, his anus was not willing to allow entry beyond the joints of my fingers and I urged his to flex his O-ring. As he pushed, I felt more of my hand welcomed inside. With my thumb tucked underneath my fingers we reached the knuckle ridge before James reached around, grabbed my wrist and forced my hand further inside.

Seconds later, James’ butt hole raised the white flag and my hand disappeared to the wonderment gasps of both of us. His dirty muscle was wrapped tightly around my wrist.

“Oh, yeah,” James groaned, “That’s it, fuck it!”

There was not much room to manoeuvre and my finger nails scraped against the ridged landscape of James’ rosette. As I pressed in and out, he pushed back against me to increase the action while he vigorously escort bayan pumped his shaft.

When I judged his close to a climax, I positioned myself underneath James so that my mouth was just below his cock head. It was to awkward to achieve while keeping up the pressure on his arsehole but the reward was worth it for both of us.

“Shit!” James hissed, “I’m coming.”

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Previously, very little reward squirted in my mouth and I came to enjoy receiving a facial. The feeling of hot ropes of come splashing across my face was wank bank material for later in the week. This time though I was determined to capture and swallow as much of James’ adolescent seed as possible.

While initially hesitant about accepting man come orally, the weeks had changed my mind and I craved James’ load. I knew that with my hand up his arse, James’ load was going to be big. As uncomfortable as it was, I managed to get my mouth as close to his dick head as possible. I laid my head back against the wall, closed my eyes and opened my mouth.

Seconds later, I felt violent spurts of hot sperm impact the back of my mouth. I had mastered the gag reflex and sat there allowing James to unload in my mouth. There were a couple of stray shot but the majority of his load pooled where it was supposed to pool.

After his orgasm, and despite my full mouth, I sucked his cock until it fully deflated before delicately extracting my fist from his anus. James stepped back and I rose to my feet. I showed his the contents of my mouth, and played with the noxious mixture before revelling in the swallowing ceremony.

We kissed passionately, our sperm-laced tongues dancing, our heaving chests pressed together before our post-orgasmic reverie was interrupted by a text on James’ phone.

“It’s a response to that message,” He said after glancing at the screen, “Send me the details.”

“You want to do something tonight?” I asked, “Or wait till another day?”

“I’m absolutely shattered,” James said, “And couldn’t possibly perform again.”

“Well, respond and find out what this poster wants,” I said, pulling up my shorts, “And if it sounds positive arrange something later this week.”

“Good plan,” James grinned before we said our goodbyes and departed as we had often done.

Several days later, James texted that the pool poster had proposed a meeting. The three of us agreed to meet in public to suss each other before deciding whether to play. Beforehand, we traded face pics, and what I saw was not a deal breaker. James’ opinion aligned with mine. The poster’s name was Ashraf.

Days later, after another session in the pool, James and I crawled up to the Warren View Hotel, grabbed a couple of beers and waited for Ashraf to arrive. After nervously scanning the bar, a tall, dark-skinned man walked in, unsure of his environment. When he met our eyes, he smiled and strode towards us.

Ashraf had a firm handshake and sat on a stool next to us. After politely declining an alcoholic drink, he sipped on a glass of water, unsure of how to generate conversation. Glancing down at his left hand, I noticed a tan ring on his wedding finger. Was he divorced or did Ashraf remove his wedding ring before this meeting?

Painfully slowly, James and I managed to make Ashraf relax in our company. Laughs came thick and fast. He was older than us, perhaps ten years older than me, but James was entranced by Ashrafs exotic looks. He was tall, up to my ear I think, with black hair and beard, Ashraf promised to be hairy monster.

“Why did you post your message in the pool?” I asked when I judged the time was right.

Ashraf immediately glanced to his wedding finger before confessing that he was married, was not getting any action at home and was into gay sex.

“When was the last time you were with a man?” I followed up, curious about this man’s sexuality.

“Years ago,” Ashraf said, “I’ve been fantasising about it for years.”

“Nice,” I responded.

James was hard as fuck staring into Ashraf’s eyes, barely able to talk or add meaningful dialogue.

“What’s the story with you two?” Ashraf asked, relaxed enough to ask questions.

I retold the tale of how James and I met, and how much it mirrored Ashraf’s approach. The three of us acknowledged that Ashraf’s message has since been scrubbed from the changing room wall.

“What görükle escort action have to had since you decided to go back down this route?” I asked Ashraf.

“It’s been a mixed bag, to be honest,” He replied, “The men I’ve met want more from me than I am comfortable giving.”

“What do you mean?”

“They ask me for arse or kink,” He replied, disgusted, “Or want to suck my cock.”

“Not your thing?” I asked, noting that James was rubbing his adolescent bulge in anticipation.

“Those people need to look elsewhere,” Ashraf said, “I’m a total bottom that needs to be used.”

“So, you’re seeking top guys?” I asked, “Because James and I switch occasionally.”

“Top guys only,” Ashraf confirmed, “I don’t care what other people do in their private lives, like you guys, as long as I’m thoroughly fucked.”

“By us?” Asked James, suddenly recovering his voice.

“Yeah,” Shuddered Ashraf, “You guys are pretty hot.”

“So what would you like to do?” I asked, draining my glass.

“I really get off on being fucked,” He said, more animated than before, “I have a nice arse, and am constantly told it’s a tight little hole.”

At that revelation, my cock began growing in strength despite my muscular fatigue. James was practically raring to go.

“Love doing straight and married guys,” Ashraf continued, “Safe sex is negotiable, and I’ll leave that up to you guys.”

With that last comment, I knew there was going to be action tonight. The question was where could the three of us play, given that we could not play at any of our respective residences? Outdoor action, which James and I enjoyed, was the only option if Ashraf agreed.

“You’d be comfortable bottoming two guys?” I asked, noticing Ashraf’s growing bulge.

“I have never pleasured two men together,” He said, “You have a place for us to go?”

“Er, not indoors,” I stammered, thinking I might blow the deal, “Not tonight, but if you’re happy with a discrete place not far from here.”

“You don’t have a place to play?” Ashraf asked in surprise.

“No,” James and I replied in unison, “Maybe on the weekend.”

Ashraf’s face fell seconds before James’ did. The latter really wanted to bottom this rugged, exotic man. For me, I wanted the comfort of an indoor location but tonight, with all parties, keen, a compromise had to be made.

“I’m happy to blow you guys tonight,” Ashraf said, “But if you want my arse, you’ll need to find a bedroom to play in.”

“Deal,” I said while James nodded his head, “Shall we go?”

With the assent of all parties, we left the Warren View and headed towards our usual spot close to the Marrickville leisure centre.

“I’ve just come from here,” Ashraf said as the pool light spread across the park.

“So have we,” I grinned, “So we’ll all taste of chlorine.”

“I’m not interested in chlorine,” Breathed Ashraf, eager to engage in oral sex, “I want some cock.”

“That’s what we’re going to give you,” I said, while motioning James to unzip his pants.

James duly complied and his beautiful cock erupted from his jeans. Ashraf sank t his knees like a man denied water and took in James’ throbbing length. Immediately, James threw his head back against the concrete alcove that had seen much DNA left recklessly behind in the past between consenting lovers.

Ashraf knew his business and blew my lover’s cock with skill and determination. James was lost in heaven and it was a wonder to witness. I felt not a hint of jealousy as this exotic man drained James of his seed in less than ten minutes.

“You have nice sperm,” Ashraf cooed as he released James’ shrinking length from his mouth with a smack.

“That was great,” Sighed James, almost unable to support his weight slumped against the wall.

“Can I suck on your cock?” Asked Ashraf without rising from his knees.

I dropped my jeans and exposed my wet and dripping length. It was aching for attention from this handsome, exotic man.

“Be my guest,” I whimpered as his lips closed on my length.

“Damn, he is good,” I sighed, closing my eyes.

“Not as good as me, right?” Pleased James, hinting at jealousy.

I ignored the comment and let Ashraf work his magic. He was not better than James just different and he should have known that. I demanded that James get behind Ashraf, free his cock and jerk it while Ashrafs lips were bursa escort bayan messaging me to a tremendous climax.              

Ashraf initially resisted but ultimately relented. James squatted behind Ashraf and fingered his arsehole and wanking his cock.

“Oh, yeah,” Ashraf whispered, “Keep doing that.”

Whatever James was doing turned Ashraf on mightily because he massively redoubled his oral skills on my cock and had me singing I now time. I flooded his mouth with massive ropes of hot, nasty sperm which he greedily swallowed.

Seconds later, Ashraf’s body shuddered as James’ hand wank caused a huge eruption between my legs. Ashraf emptied his balls with a loud groan and a visible shake.

My cock refused to deflate and I remained horny. Ashraf seemed suddenly embarrassed and was keen to depart. James and I watched his horridly depart before comparing notes. We both agreed that Ashraf had exceptional oral skills that outshone our own.

“Can’t wait to have a crack at his arse,” James said, stroking his hardening cock.

“Same here,” I agreed, “We’re going to need your place again.”

“Next week, I think,” Said James, thinking into the future, “Will he let me fuck him?”

James was salivating at the thought of fucking arse. I reassured him that Ashraf was a complete bottom and totally submissive. He will act on command, so create any fantasy you want.

“The golden kind?” Asked James as he unleashed a stream onto the road while jerking his reviving cock.

“We’ll see,” I replied while forcing James to his knees after relieving him of his clothes before releasing my own stream into his mouth, where rivers of golden fluid streamed down his young body.

When James stood up, dripping in yellow juice, his cock was massively hard. I asked him what he wanted. Blowjob followed by anal and completed with a cream pie. I was more than happy to oblige as I, too, was hard as a diamond.

I dropped to my knees and a millisecond later, James’ angry head slammed into the back of my throat. I almost gagged but remembered my gag reflex. He was young and exuberant and had a sweet taste coming, which quickly dribbled down my throat as he shuddered in delight.

With a dry mouth and a hard cock, I needed some anus action. So did James. He hauled me to my feet and spun around, exposing his juvenile arse.

“Fuck me, Jason,” He breathed, “I really need it.”

Spitting on my fingers and rubbing into my aching cock, I positioned the head of my dick at James’ pulsating hole.

“You ready?”

“Give it to me!”

I slid easily inside James’ tight hole. He groaned at the alien intrusion but quickly accepted the unnatural invasion. As my animalistic prick ploughed his bowels with reckless abandon, James had revived his young cock and started jerking the smooth length, again.

While the filthy talk was enough to tip me over the edge, it was James’ desperate effort to finger fuck my dirty hole that forced me over the edge. Desperately, he reached around and underneath to get a finger inside while I was savagely fucked James’ hole using only spit lube.

While his moans of pleasure increased, I knew my own orgasms was not far behind given fingers were attempting to entre my hole. When a finger breached my defence I erupted deep inside James’ exhaust port, yelling loud enough to waken the neighbours.

“Fuck, I felt that!” Exclaimed James when I released my grip on his young, supple, hairless body.

My orgasm was so strong that my cock failed to deflate. While the spasming subsided the hardness remained, a situation that I was not familiar with. I held James close to me as I breathed heavily into is ear.

“Wow, you’re still hard.”

“That’s all down to you.”

“I feel so full.”

“Here comes something more,” I breathed before loosing a massive stream of yellowness.

“Fuck, you’re filing me up!” Exclaimed James, not use to the sensation as he was held close with my arm wrapped around his stomach.

I was in pleasure heaven as my cock expelled its contents into James’ anus. I held him tight as his muscle spasmed on my deflating dick. Eventually, his muscle expelled my length and I flopped out with pop.

James dropped to his knees, bare naked, and spread his cheeks. A massive fart rolled out followed by a noxious mixture of come and piss that filled the cramped space. James groaned in pleasure as he empties his bowel.

When he pulled up his jeans we kissed passionately and departed in opposite directions. When I got home, my phone displayed a message from Ashraf loving his oral activities and requesting a date when we might be able to do some anal activity. James quickly conformed that the weekend at his place was a distinct possibility.

Note to reader – I have loved writing the Lisa, Scott and Me series but part 5 has been the most enjoyable so far.

Hopefully you’ve read the series before you read this, as the story builds nicely through the episodes. Just in case you haven’t, I have used the first few paragraphs to sum up the story so far.

Hope you enjoy x

It had been a few months since my gorgeous girlfriend Lisa had changed our sex lives forever.

When I had reluctantly agreed to fulfill her fantasy of watching me suck a cock, I couldn’t have imagined the events that followed.

When she found our new friend Scott, a male escort, on the internet, the pair of them had turned me into a complete cock whore in the space of a few months.

I had lost my anal virginity to Scott and his friend Peter, another male escort, within a few weeks.

Scott and Lisa had followed this up by arranging for me to be gang banged by a horny, big dicked, four man team.

Peter and Scott had invited two of their friends to join them in basically using and abusing me at both ends for hours on end.

The latest adventure involved me being the main course at Scott’s annual cocktail party.

Twenty or so horny gay guys filled and covered me in cum throughout the evening, much to Lisa’s delight.

Within three months of Lisa confessing her fantasy and persuading me to try some bisexual action, I had become a total slut for big dicks.

Lisa loved being in control and whoring her obedient boyfriend out to these naughty gay guys. Scott and her had become great friends and kept challenging each other to come up with the next exciting sexual adventure for me.

I was loving being the center of attention. After all it was my body that these guys wanted to fuck.

Scott and all his friends were between mid 50s and late 60s, so I was very desirable. My tight ass was very fuckable and the fact I was so submissive seemed to be ultra appealing.

I’d rented out my apartment in the city out and moved in with Lisa to her lovely house out of town. She had convinced me that our adventures were easier to plan if she had me with her every night.

I knew that the next exciting scenario would always be in the advanced planning stages.

It was a beautiful sunny afternoon and I arrived home to find Lisa in the garden chatting with Scott.

‘Here’s my gorgeous sexy man.’ Lisa greeted me with huge kiss.

She had been sunbathing in the garden and looked stunning. She was in a white bikini which showed of her big tits and round bum perfectly.

‘We have some news my darling.’ It sounded like Lisa had a plan. ‘We’ve been talking to Jacob.’

Jacob had been one of the four gang bangers. He was a West Indian guy, in his late 60s, but super trim and athletic. He was a long term client and friend of Scott’s.

He was a bi guy and at the gang bang had fucked both me and Lisa.

Scott had described him as their secret weapon, and what a weapon. His dick was huge. At least 10 inches.

‘Jacob is really pissed off that the cocktail party was held while he was abroad,’ said Scott.

‘He had been visiting family and found out when he got back,’ said Lisa, ‘he’s fuming.’ They were both laughing.

‘He called Scott just before you got here baby. He’s so gutted to have missed it,’ Lisa was building up to her news.

‘He has offered to host us this weekend,’ said Scott. ‘Jacob and his three business partners are just about to open a hotel about an hour from here. They bought an old stately home and have been redeveloping it for the last year.’

‘It opens next week baby. He’s invited us over before they start receiving guests. He is there with his business partners on Saturday signing off all the building work and wants to show us round.’ I could tell Lisa had already agreed to do this.

‘Sounds good my darling,’ I said obediently.

‘Jacob has told his guys all about you and they are dying to arrange a get together,’ said Scott. ‘I think you’ll like them. They are very similar to Jacob.’

‘Black and hung like horses.’ Laughed Lisa.

I really did like the sound of it.

‘The guys are all bisexual like Jacob, all three are married actually but they are all clients of mine and Peter, so they love fun with guys,’ Scott explained. ‘They are all in their 60s like Jacob, but I can tell you they are in fantastic shape and they have some serious meat between them.’

‘Goodness this going to be such fun.’ Lisa was very excited.

Scott got a text.

‘That’s Jacob. They want me to bring you over to them early afternoon this Saturday. The builders will be gone by then and the place will be empty other than some trusted staff. The guys will be ready for us.’

‘Amazing,’ said Lisa. ‘Let’s enjoy the sunshine guys. Run in and get some wine baby.’

I went into the kitchen and got a cold bottle from the fridge with three glasses. I was really horny thinking about the weekend.

I got back outside and Lisa and Scott were on the sunbeds both completely naked.

Lisa had a fantastic garden. It was totally bursa merkez escort secluded and not overlooked, so this was not unusual and garden fun was quite a regular occurrence in the hot weather.

‘Come on darling. Get those clothes off. We’ve both seen it all before, don’t be shy,’ teased Lisa.

‘Bit of a problem there,’ I said sheepishly, looking down at my crotch.

‘Someone’s horny thinking about Saturday’s naughty fun,’ said Lisa ‘Oh my god baby you’re rock solid.’

I took off my shorts and my 7 inch erection sprang upwards. The thought of getting mauled by 4 hung black guys at the weekend had really got me into a bit of a state.

‘Wow. That needs a mouth. Do you want to or shall I?’ said Scott stroking his growing dick.

‘Come and put that lovely big thing in my mouth baby,’ Lisa opened wide. She had her own fingers plunged inside her.

She sat on the end of her sunbed and I stood in front of her and fed my hard dick into her very willing mouth.

As I started to fuck her mouth Scott came round behind me and began to rub his cock against my bum.

She was fucking herself with her fingers and she started to cum while gagging on my cock that she’d taken deep in her throat.

‘Oh my god, I’m so horny,’ she said. ‘I want your cock in me baby. We need to go inside, I’m going to start screaming in a minute.’

The three of us hurried inside and Lisa sat in an armchair. She threw her legs over each arm so her soaking wet cunt was open and glistening with juice.

‘Eat my holes baby. Give me your tongue before you fuck me,’ Lisa presented me her pussy and arsehole and wanted me to lick both.

I was on my knees in front of her with my head between her legs. She was soaking wet.

I felt Scott behind me and saw that he’d found the lube. He squirted it inside me and covered his huge cock getting me ready for fucking.

I gasped as the head entered me, and groaned with pleasure as he slid the whole thing into my bum as far as it would go.

‘Is that big pole inside you darling? You love you it don’t you baby. Let Scott fuck you nice and hard while you make me cum.’ Lisa was grinding her wet pussy into my face and started to come for the second time in the matter of minutes.

Scott was taking his time with me and making sure he could last. He was taking long, slow, deep strokes. Slowly in, right to the balls and then slowly out.

‘God this ass is so tight. You are an amazing fuck. Jesus this is heaven.’ Scott was really enjoying my hole.

My tongue was jammed in Lisa’s arsehole, and I was working her just how she liked it. She was masturbating furiously. ‘Oh yes baby. Get that tongue right inside me. Oh shit I’m coming again. Don’t stop.’

She was shaking as her body juddered to another big climax.

Scott’s slow strokes had started to speed up and he was hammering into me from behind. He was about to cum and I prepared myself to feel him unload in me.

‘Fuck I need to spunk in this gorgeous ass. Here it comes, god you’re going to get fucking loads of it.’ Scott started to jerk inside me and I felt spurt after spurt of cum shoot inside me.

He left his cock deep inside me while he recovered and watched Lisa cum again on my face.

‘This is a great warm up for Saturday. We are all so turned on. Where’s that hard dick?’

I turned around and offered it to him. He took it deep in his mouth like the expert cock sucker he was.

‘Don’t you dare let him cum before he fucks me,’ warned Lisa. ‘I need that big cock in me.’

Scott took me out his mouth. ‘He’s leaking pre cum. It’s oozing out of him. Do you want to taste?’ he offered my rock hard dick to Lisa.

I had them both on their knees sharing my cock and massaging my full balls.

‘If you want to be fucked darling, it’s now or never.’ I warned. ‘I can’t hold on much longer.’

Lisa lay on the rug in the middle of the lounge floor and opened her legs. She looked fantastic. She cupped her huge tits and beckoned me in.

I slipped my cock up her sopping wet, hairless snatch. She screamed as my hard dick nestled inside her and my balls slapped against her bum.

‘Fuck my cunt darling. Give it to me hard. Make me cum baby.’ Lisa was writhing around getting as much of my dick in her as she could.

I was fucking her hard and she started to cum again. ‘Jesus baby, you’re so hard in me. I’m coming so much,’ she screamed her way to another huge orgasm.

My balls were about to explode and I knew there was going to be a spectacular amount of cum. I wanted to see it.

As she was recovering I pulled out of her pussy and sat her up. ‘Do you want it darling? I asked her.

‘Yummy. Yes please baby. Have you got a big load for me?’

I nodded. I had Scott’s load dribbling out of my bum and a huge load ready to spray her with.

I gave my hard dick a couple of pulls and let go.

She took some in her mouth and the rest on her face and hair as I shot my cum all over her.

She gulped it down like a bursa yabancı escort pro and swallowed what she could, but there was so much to deal with.

‘Bloody Hell,’ said Scott, clapping the scene in front of him. ‘That was great you two. That was hot even for a gay guy to watch.’

‘I’m drenched’ said Lisa. ‘Pussy and face,’ she laughed. ‘Babe that was so much spunk! Clever boy. You’re obviously horny for the Jacob meeting on Saturday.’

‘You need to let him recover this week,’ said Scott, ‘Jacob and the boys will need him very horny for what they’ll have planned,’ he laughed.

‘I can’t wait,’ said Lisa, very excitedly, ‘right I need a shower. Do you boys want to hose this cum off me? It’s bloody everywhere.’

Saturday arrived and Lisa made sure we were up and dressed early.

She got the home enema kits out of the cupboard. These were the norm if we were out at something that Scott had arranged. I had a feeling that today they would definitely be required.

Lisa was very excited and was pacing the floor as we waited for Scott to pick us up just before midday.

It was a lovely day and she had chosen a short summer dress with a flowery pattern and white trainers.

She looked great. She was a voluptuous girl and the dress barely contained her huge, fabulous tits. I saw that she had decided against wearing a bra.

Scott was right on time and we climbed into his Mercedes SUV and began the journey to the hotel.

On the way Scott gave us a few more details.

Jacob had arranged for Becky, the hotel manageress to meet us. Apparently the hotel was empty other than her and a couple of waitresses around to serve us drinks.

‘The guys will be in a meeting when we get there. They are just finalizing an opening date and it’s taken slightly longer than expected.’ Scott explained.

‘The hotel is ready to go and is in full working order but there is some unfinished admin around insurance and other things that they are dealing with.’

Scott told us a bit more about them.

The four of them had been friends for ages and had set up and sold a few hotel projects. It sounded like they were all quite wealthy.

Jacob’s business partners were called Bill, Andre and Caleb.

‘They are all ready to retire really,’ said Scott. ‘They like doing stuff together though. They have huge sexual appetites and get involved in all sorts of stuff. I’m sure they set these hotels up for sex parties to be honest.’

‘They sound unbelievably naughty,’ said Lisa. ‘How wonderful.’

‘They really are,’ said Scott. ‘You’ve met Jacob, so you know how dominant he is. The others are the same. They all like it rough and they are all packing huge dicks.’

‘Oh baby,’ Lisa looked at me, ‘this is going to be quite the challenge.’

‘That’s an understatement.’ said Scott. ‘In addition they are all very heavy comers. So think of what you gave Lisa the other day and double it. Jacob told me that they’ve been saving themselves for this, so there are some very full balls.’

‘Oh god my darling. I’m so excited. My pussy is soaked already.’ Lisa was laughing.

We arrived at the hotel. It was in the middle of nowhere. We drove up a very long drive and through some trees.

We parked up outside reception and walked up to the building. It was a really impressive place.

A lady came out to meet us. ‘Hi there. I’m Becky, the hotel manageress and Jacob’s PA.’ She shook our hands and ushered us inside.

She was very attractive and powerfully dressed in a business suit with a skirt, that was enhanced by some black seamed stockings and patent black high heels.

She had a white shiny blouse which was low cut and you could just about make out a lacy black bra.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her tits. They were huge. Even bigger than Lisa’s.

There were two young waitresses holding trays of champagne to greet us.

‘Help yourself to champagne,’ said Becky, taking one herself. ‘Martina and Shannon will be on hand for the rest of the day to bring you anything you need.’

Becky showed us through to the bar area and sat us down.

‘The guys aren’t going to be long. We are going to be up in the penthouse suite today, so I’ll take you up in the lift shortly. Just wanted to check you have everything you need, as we’ll be spending the rest of the day up there.’

‘We’re fine,’ said Scott.

‘Penthouse suite. How fabulous. Lead the way Becky,’ said Lisa.

‘Ok follow me,’ said Becky. ‘It is fabulous. You’re going to love it.’

We wandered over to the lift. ‘Girls. Bring more champagne up to the Penthouse in 30 minutes please,’ Becky called to the waitresses.

We got into the lift and Becky pressed the button labelled ‘Penthouse’ and a code to allow us access on a keypad.

The lift opened and we walked out into the suite.

It was amazing. There was a huge lounge area with leather sofas all round. This led into an enormous bedroom with the biggest ensuite bathroom I’d ever seen.

There were panoramic bursa sınırsız escort views around the hotel grounds. It was magnificent.

I could see that the rooms had been prepared for the afternoon’s entertainment, with hot towels and bottles of lube dotted around everywhere.

The bed was massive and in the middle there was some red lingerie laid out.

Becky got a text.

‘They will be up in 5 minutes,’ said Becky, ‘I’ve been asked to make sure the outfit is on please.’

I remembered back to the gang bang. ‘I like my sluts in red,’ Jacob had said.

‘Of course,’ said Lisa. ‘Come on baby. Clothes off.’

‘Let’s get the slut ready,’ smiled Scott.

I looked at Becky.

‘Don’t worry about me,’ she said ‘I’ve seen it all before. Getting naked in front of me is the least of your worries today,’ she said smiling.

I stripped naked and walked over to Lisa and Scott who had the outfit ready.

There were some red stockings and suspenders with a tiny red thong.

There was see through red slip with thin straps which was incredibly short and the frilly hem finished just above the knickers leaving nothing to the imagination.

I pulled the stockings on and Lisa and Scott clipped them onto the suspender belt and I slipped into the panties.

They put the slip over my head and I was ready.

They led me back into the lounge and we sat down with Becky.

‘My word. They are going to love you.’ she said looking me up and down.

My cock was already rock hard in anticipation.

The lift started to move.

‘Here they come now,’ said Becky.

The light came on as the lift arrived at the Penthouse. The doors opened and the four guys stepped out into the suite.

They were all dressed in white toweling robes with the hotel crest badge on the chest.

Scott walked over to greet them. ‘Gentlemen. How are you all? Matching robes. Very fetching.’ There were hugs all round as the Jacob and the guys met their friend.

‘Scotty. Great to see you,’ said Jacob. ‘These are the new guest bedroom robes. They arrived this morning, so we thought we’d give them a try. They cost a fortune.’

‘You all look fantastic, as usual,’ said Scott. ‘Becky’s been looking after us and your slut has been dressed as requested.’

Jacob looked over. ‘Welcome you two, I’m so glad you came. I’ve been promising my guys since our meeting at Scott’s. They’ve been nagging the hell out of me to set it up. Thank you Lisa for letting us have him for the afternoon.’

‘Hi Jacob,’ Lisa got up and kissed him hello. ‘It’s really no problem, aren’t you going to introduce your team.’

‘How rude of me.’ Jacob ushered the guys forward. ‘Gentlemen, these two are the naughtiest fuckers you’ll ever meet,’ he said to the guys pointing to us and laughing.

‘These are my great friends, Bill, Andre and Caleb, they are pretty bad guys themselves.’

The three guys came over and kissed Lisa and shook our hands, looking me up and down, whilst giving me a stroke and a squeeze.

They were all a similar age, I guessed mid to late 60s. They were all in fantastic shape.

We had met Jacob before and knew what he had under his robe.

He looked great. Around 6’4 tall with short greying hair. He was very athletic and lean.

Bill was a similar height to Jacob but had a much harsher look. His head was shaved and his muscles bulged in his robe.

Caleb was shorter but very stocky with a short neck and huge shoulders. He looked like he belonged in a Rugby team, a very powerful type.

Andre was huge, maybe 6’8 with a crew cut and like Caleb, he was really well built and very muscly.

Once the introductions were over everyone relaxed a bit and sat down on the sofas in the lounge.

Andre and Bill sat themselves either side of me and immediately had their hands on my stockinged legs.

‘So gents. What do you think of Lisa’s slut?’ Jacob asked the others.

‘Fucking fantastic.’ Caleb undid the chord on his robe and it fell open. His dick was huge. Just as long as Jacob’s but fat with huge balls hanging below it. He cupped his balls ‘I’m glad I saved myself for this.’

‘Gorgeous’ said Andre. ‘Great choice of outfit.’

‘Very nice,’ said Bill moving his hand up my leg and rubbing my dick. ‘This whore is hard already. Very nice size cock.’

‘Very decent size,’ said Andre. He stood up and dropped his robe to the floor. ‘Nothing like this though.’

His monster dick dangled between his legs. Probably not the width of Caleb but longer. Perhaps 11 inches of meat.

The rest of the guys took off their robes and the whole team were naked.

We were sat looking at 4 of the biggest black dicks I’d ever seen.

‘Oh my word,’ coughed Lisa.

‘You like that baby?’ said Jacob, stroking his semi hard cock. ‘I remember you liking big black dick when I last met you.’

‘I do like.’ said Lisa struggling to get the words out.

‘I told you,’ said Scott, ‘these guys have got some serious length between them.’

‘And girth’ corrected Caleb starting to stroke his thick member.

The lift opened and the two waitresses stepped out with two trays of champagne as Becky had instructed.

‘Thank you ladies. Bring it over here please.’ said Becky.

The two girls didn’t know where to look.

The four naked guys were all stroking their meat and although they weren’t fully hard, they were starting to grow.

My name is Chris and I’m a Merchant Marine. I’m 28 years old, in good shape, handsome, and friendly. I’m usually sailing as Second Mate, or Navigator, with my union, but I will freelance on my off time if the money is good. I had just finished the best job I’d ever had which is where this story comes from. I was 2nd Mate on a container ship that ran between Honolulu, Long Beach CA, Oakland CA, Tacoma WA, and then back to Honolulu. Talk about a Milk Run. The ship was very large, about 250 meters, but the crew was 25 persons. There were people from all of the various unions in the industry and from all walks of life. I would stand watch on the bridge for four hours at a time, twice a day. In this instance, I stood the 0400-0800 and the 1600-2000 watch. It was always myself and one other person on the bridge acting as helmsman and lookout. When I got to the ship to start my tour, my watch partner was an Able Seaman named Dave. Dave is a little older than I am, shorter than my six foot, skinny and black. He wore so much cologne that you could smell him coming before you could see him, I swear. He was funny as all hell, too. I loved standing watch with him.

Dave is the most vocal homosexual I have ever met. I’d met several gay men in my travels, but Dave just always wanted to talk about sex. It was by far the most prevalent topic of conversation when we were on watch together. I don’t think it was because he was hitting on me or anything like that. I think it was because he knew I was straight and he was trying to get under my skin. Push my buttons, so to speak, to try and get a rise out of me. But, it didn’t bother me to listen to him describe in great detail his sexual exploits. I found it interesting and new territory to learn about. I’ve had watch partners who were absolutely silent the entire watch and who would not engage in any conversation at all in the past so I’ll take a talkative guy any day of the week, even if all he wants to talk about is butt fucking and sucking cock.

One of Dave’s favorite topics was ass licking. “You ever had someone lick your asshole, Mate?” he’d ask. “It’s the best!” Or “Say, Mate, if we have some time when we get in port, let’s go out to this place I know an get our asses licked! What do you say?” (The unlicensed guys on the ship call us licensed deck officers “Mate”, by the way.) Sometimes out of the blue he’d say things like “When you’re bottoming for someone, you need to be all slutty and shit, Mate.” Or he’d say “You need to be the bottom your first time fucking another dude, Mate. It’s the only way to do it right.” I didn’t know what any of that meant when I’d first met Dave, but I sure knew about it all now. Hell, I could probably teach a class on gay sex at this point.

When we arrived in Honolulu this last time, Dave’s relief came aboard and off he went. We were going to be in port for about 20 hours and I’d planned on running ashore to get a pizza and some necessities from the grocery store when I got off watch. I opened the door to my stateroom to change to head ashore and I found a note on the deck. It read:

Mate,

I’m not leaving for a few days so if you want to, meet me at the Hilton and I’ll continue your education.

Dave.

I’d not been laid in months and so the offer intrigued me a bit and I did consider it for several minutes, but I pushed that thought out of my mind and went about my business.

As we neared Oakland, the Captain received word that my relief will be meeting us in the next port. My time was up and although I was enjoying myself on this ship, I was also looking forward to taking a few months off. When we picked up our bar Pilot outside the Golden Gate, we were told that we would have to anchor for about 18 hours as there was no berth available. My relief would be coming out as soon as we were anchored up and I could be off the ship by noon. I knew that the water taxi would be going to and from San Francisco, so I called my academy roommate who lived in San Francisco and told him I’d be in town.

He told me that him and his girlfriend were going out of town on Friday for the weekend but would I do him a solid favor and stay in his apartment while they were gone and mind his cat for them. I had nothing better to do, so I agreed. I headed over to their apartment as soon as I got ashore, we went out to dinner and drinks that night, and in the morning, they left.

I fed the cat her breakfast and I went out for a walk. It was a gorgeous day in San Francisco, so I just ambled around with no destination in mind.

I passed a pot dispensary and I thought “I’m not going to be drug tested for at least 3 months” so I went inside. A friendly fellow behind the counter asked me some questions about what I was after and 20 minutes later, I chewed up an edible with 25mg of THC in it.

It was about 11 o’clock at this point so I resumed my stroll around town. About 30 minutes later I could really feel the edible take effect and I soon remembered one undeniable fact about marijuana and me: It always gives me bursa sınırsız escort the worst cotton mouth. I had quickly become incredibly thirsty. Luckily, I was walking by a little hole-in-the-wall bar that had an open sign in the window.

It was a small place, only 5 or so stools at the bar and there were only 2 people in the place. A bartender and another man occupying one of the bar stools. I ordered a beer, showed my ID when asked, and took a long drink. Man, it tasted good. It made me realize just how high I had gotten from the edible.

I had just set the now half empty beer on the bar when the man on the barstool said “Well, you look like a thirsty young man!” He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and shorts with flip flops. If I had to guess his age, he was probably mid thirties. He had a thick mustache and jet black hair.

I smiled. “Yea, I was dying.”

“Well, we’re not going to let you die in here, that’s for sure,” he said and stuck out his hand. “I’m Ken.” He nodded toward the bartender. “He’s Scott.”

I shook his hand and introduced myself and nodded toward Scott. Over the next three beers, we made small talk. They wanted to hear all about what it was like on the ship and to sail around the world. There was a pool table in the bar and Ken suggested we play a bit. Sure, why not.

“Let’s make it interesting,” he said. “Loser has to buy the shot, but the winner gets to call what the shot is. Deal?” Sure, why not.

After three games and three shots (plus a few more beers and an extra shot or two), I was feeling no pain at all and really enjoying myself. I don’t remember what we were talking about but Ken told me that this was actually a gay bar. “Well, actually,” he said,” every bar in San Francisco is a gay bar if you get right down to it. “

Which made me bring up Dave and all his stories and the conversations we had on the ship. I even told him about the note Dave had left me and how I’d considered taking him up on his offer. “But I didn’t want to have sex with someone that I might run into again on a ship, you know?” I said. “It doesn’t seem like a good idea for someone under me on the ranking order to have that kind of knowledge about me. Know what I mean? It’s very possible I would see him again on some ship and it would be very awkward for me.”

He smiled and said “Would you consider doing it if there were no strings attached and no one would ever know you had sex with another guy? Someone you just met and would never see again, maybe?”

I realized I’d just painted myself into a corner. “Well, um..I…um”

He said “I’ll make you a deal. If I win this game on this shot, we go back to my place and I’ll show you what your friend was talking about.” There were five balls on the table. He’d have to make them all in succession to win. “If not, then we’ll drop the subject and just drink some more.”

I thought a moment and said “Deal. If you make these five balls in right now, I’ll do it.”

He smiled broadly and then proceeded to make all five balls. Fuck.

I turned and walked to the bar and laid a bunch of money down for our drinks. Then I turned to Ken and said “Let’s go.”

We made our way to Ken’s place, just two blocks away. He lived on the second floor of a small house. I followed him through the front door and up the stairs. His place had a small bathroom, a small kitchen, a sitting room and his bedroom. Without a word he guided me to the bedroom and started to take off his clothes. I just stood there not knowing what to do for a few seconds.

“Well, come on. We can’t fuck with your clothes still on, dummy.” he said.

I quickly stripped as he did as well. I was high as hell and pretty drunk but the minute I was naked I could feel my cock harden.

Ken walked over to his nightstand and opened the drawer. He pulled out a pinkish bottle and threw it on the bed. Then he held out a small, brown bottle with black top on it toward me. “This is poppers. Ever heard of it?” he asked. I could see his cock sticking straight out from his body. He had a chest of short, black hair and didn’t have any pubic hair at all.

“No,” I replied. “What’s that?”

“It’s amyl nitrate,” he said as he unscrewed the top of the small bottle. “You sniff it like this.” He held it up to his nose, closed one nostril, and breathed in deeply. He closed his eyes and exhaled. “You get a nice head rush, you’ll get a little flushed, and it will relax you.” He held out the bottle to me. “Try it. It’s perfectly harmless, I promise.”

I took the bottle from him and looked at the liquid inside. Ken closed the distance between us, reached down, and gently grabbed my cock and began to stroke softly. “Do six deep breaths in each nostril in quick succession,” he told me.

One after another, I took deep hits of the poppers. I could feel the blood rushing to my face and feel the heat in my cheeks. My brain went fuzzier with each hit. When I’d finished the last one, he took the bottle bursa merkez escort from me, put the cap back on, and tossed it onto the bed. He continued to stroke me as he said “How’s that feel?”

“Wow,” I said in a daze. I felt his hand take mine and bring it to his cock. It was hot to the touch as I began to stroke his member. I looked down at it. His balls hung low beneath his length. His cock was close enough to mine that I could compare his thickness to mine. His was thicker and looked much longer than mine because he didn’t have any pubes. It looked to be a good seven inches or more. I could feel the muscle fibers of his cock. There was a dark vein running up one side. The heat coming off it surprised me. The most notable difference was the cock head. Mine was thick and bulbous, his was pointed. Almost sharp looking.

His hand kept stroking me and his other found my nipple. He traced lightly around it. I breathed in deeply, a slight moan escaped my lips. “Feels good, doesn’t it,” he breathed.

“Fuck yea,” I replied, still mesmerized by the sight of his cock in my hand.

“Good, ” he said and released his grip on me. “Get on the bed, on all fours.”

I made my way around and climbed up on the bed. He put a few pillows under my midsection and then had me lay down with my legs spread wide. He then had me reach back with both hands and spread my ass cheeks apart. I felt a cold sensation on my anus.

“This is just a little strawberry flavored lube to make things easier,” he said as I felt him smear it around my butt hole. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of his finger on a virgin part of my body. No one had ever touched me there before. I felt his face press against my ass and then his tongue began to trace circles around my anus.

I jerked slightly at the first touch and breathed in quickly. It felt incredible. I moaned softly. He would flick his tongue on my ring and then go back to circles. Then I felt him push his tongue into me. Goose flesh spread all over me. “Oh, God,” I breathed. He continued to tease me for I-don’t-know-how-long, but I loved every second of it. My hips moved uncontrollably to his toying with me. I was grinding my cock into the pillows more and more.

I felt his face pull back from me and then I felt more of the lube being applied to me. Then a finger began to probe my anus.

“How’s that?” he asked.

“Oh, God,” I breathed again. “I love it.” He slowly slid his finger into me.

“I hoped you would,” he said softly. Then he slid his finger in and out, slowly, but deeper each time. The more and more he finger fucked me, I would try to move my hips to meet him in order to get more of him into me.

He pulled his finger from me and had me sit up. Reluctantly, I got up on my knees and felt his chest at my back, his cock pressed into my ass crack. He held the little brown bottle up to my nose and told me to do 5 more hits in each nostril.

As I breathed in the poppers, I felt him move his hips, moving his cock up and down my ass crack, now slick with lube. He reached up and began to play with my nipples at the same time. My head was swimming from the poppers and the new sensations that my body was experiencing for the first time. I was on a cloud. I felt electric. My hormones were racing. My flesh was hot. I needed him inside me.

When I was finished, he took the bottle from me and moved the pillows from beneath us.

He pushed me gently forward and I lowered myself to all fours. I heard the lube bottle pop open and then felt him stroking himself behind me, adding more lube to the party.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I turned my head to look back at him. “Give it to me,” I said. “Please. I need to feel it.”

“Since this is your first time, we’ll go nice and slow,” he said as he maneuvered himself into position between my legs. I gripped the bed spread tightly and lowered my head to the bed, knowing what was coming. I felt his cock head slide between my butt cheeks, hunting for my waiting hole. When his aim was true, he pushed in gently.

I felt the resistance as he pushed and commanded myself to relax. Slowly, his cock slid into me. He stopped after a second and adjusted himself, then grabbed my hips and slowly pushed in more.

“How’s that?” I heard him ask.

“Good,” I said meekly. “Keep going.”

I felt him keep pushing gently and then I felt his hips hit my ass. He held there again for a second. Then he slowly pulled back.

I raised my head up as the sensation of him sliding back hit me. “Ohhhhhhhh,” I moaned rather loudly. “That’s gooooooood.”

He got to the end of the stroke and pushed in again until his hips hit mine. Again, he slowly pulled back.

“You like that, huh?” he asked.

“Fuck yea,” I said as he reached the end of his stroke and held there.

“Since you like it so much,” he said. “I’ll let you do all the work,” and then I felt his hands push me forward. I understood immediately what bursa escort bayan he meant and began to rock back and forth on his cock. Slowly at first, but I picked up speed slightly after a few seconds.

“Yea,” I heard him breath behind me. “Fuck that big cock.” I felt his hands move up my back, then back down to my hips as I kept fucking him slowly and gently. “Fuck, you feel good,” he said. His hands gripped my hips tightly, holding me still. “My turn now,” he said.

He thrust his hips into me hard, making a loud smack as his hips hit my ass. I jerked in response and opened my eyes. Another sharp thrust pushed me forward. I felt his hand move from my hip to between my shoulder blades and he pushed. I got the hint and lowered myself to the mattress. I looked under me and could see a long thread of precum leaking from my erection.

Then I remembered what Dave said about being the slutty bottom. “Fuck me!” I said loudly as I turned my head to the side. “Fuck me!” I said again. “Give it to me.” I gripped the bed spread tightly. “I love it. It feels so good in me!”

He took the hint this time and began to go hard and fast on my ass. I moaned with each thrust as his hips hit mine with a loud SMACK, driving me into the bed.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said as he pushed once more deep into me and then held there.

I gasped as I felt his cock spasm inside me and the warm feeling of his jizz being deposited into me. “Oh, God,” I moaned loudly. I could feel his cock slowly twitching side me, then it stopped. He slowly pulled out of me and said “Turn over.”

In a daze I turned over onto my back as he grabbed the lube bottle and applied a large amount to my aching cock. Then he straddled me, aimed my cock straight up, and then lowered himself onto it. I watch his face wince as I entered him. It was warmer than any pussy I’d ever fucked. He slowly slid himself down until our hips met. His cock still pointing out in front of him, slick with lube. He ground his hips into mine a few times and then he began to rock back and forth on me. There was a small drop of cum visible on his cock head. I reached over and took it on my finger and then licked it off. It was salty and strange tasting. He began to ride up and down my cock, making his cock flop around. He looked up at the cielling and moaned.

“That feels good,” he breathed. I reached up and started to stroke his cock as he fucked himself.

And then the strangest sensation I’d ever felt hit me. I felt his cum began to leak from my anus. It took a second to realize what it was but when I did, my primal mind took over and my orgasm hit me.

“I’m cumming,” I moaned as I pumped my seed into him.

He looked down at me and said “Yeaaaaa…. Cum in me.” He slowed his ride down a little as my balls emptied into him. My body convulsed as the most intense orgasm I can remember having washed over me. I opened my eyes and he was looking down at me smiling. My cock twitched a few more times inside him and then he rolled off me.

We both lay there for a few seconds, both breathing hard. “How was that?” he asked.

“Amazing,” was all I could muster.

We lay silence for another minute and then he sat up and said “Come on. I’m not done with you yet. Let’s get cleaned up.” He rolled off the bed and headed for the bathroom. I followed suit and as I walked, I could feel the lube in my ass crack. Maybe a lube/cum mixture is more accurate.

I walked into his spacious bathroom as he turned on the shower. It was huge and had two shower heads. The inside walls were mirrors. Ken held out the door for me as I entered behind him. I stood under the warm water and felt my body relax. Ken did as well for a few seconds and then he took a wash cloth and poured a large amount of gel to it. He rubbed it into a lather and then began to wash me.

He started on my shoulders and down across my chest. As he neared my groin, I could feel my erection start to build. Even though I’d just had an earth-shattering orgasm moments ago, my cock grew to full attention as he scrubbed it with the soapy cloth. Paying great attention to it, he made sure that every inch of it was squeaky clean, then he had me turn around and face the wall. He rubbed the cloth on my back and I leaned forward with my hands on the wall. He slowly washed my back and then spent a rather long time rubbing my ass. He would slide his hands in my ass crack and across my deflowered hole as he’d say “You have an amazing ass” or “I love your body.” I have to tell you that it felt really good, not only being washed, but the compliments were the best. I’d never been complimented on my looks or body like that before. It made me feel wanted. I liked that a lot. Then he had me turn around again.

He smiled at me and said “Now, watch me do this and then it’s your turn.” Then he lightly pushed me until I was leaning against the wall. He slowly lowered himself down to his knees and took my cock in his hand. He watched his hand stroke it a few times and then looked up at me and smiled.

“The trick is,” he said as he slowly stroked my cock, “making the guy think he’s doing you a favor by letting you suck his cock. It’s all in the mind. You have to convince the guy that you love sucking cock. It also helps you to start to love sucking cock. Because you have to love sucking cock just as much as getting your cock sucked in order to be really good at it.”

It was a hot and quite humid day, to the point of being overpowering. But on the plus side, I had the afternoon to myself, to do as I please in fact, from the first time I saw you in the village last year in the barber’s shop.”

We continued kissing and caressing each other for quite a while, slowly I unbuttoned his shirt and teased his nipples, this seemed to have quite an effect as he moaned with pleasure and I unzipped his jeans and found that he was wearing the black leather jock strap that he had been wearing in the pictures on his profile.

We stopped kissing for a moment. His eyes locked with mine as he undid my jeans, his eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when he realised that I wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Ooh my goodness, what have we here?” he chuckled as he lowered my jeans down to my ankles and proceeded to play with my cock.

“Looks like you want it badly, don’t you Bobby? As badly as I want you right now.”

“Mmmm yes I do, Davey,” as I smiled back at him and without warning he got down onto his knees and wrapped his lips around my cock.

I gasped with pleasure as he expertly sucked me, his tongue revolving around my bulbous knob, my head was all over the place and I had to sit on one of the stairs behind me, my legs spread wide open as Davey continued to suck me.

Davey stopped sucking me briefly for a moment and asked.

“Shall we go upstairs, bursa eskort Bobby?” His piercing blue eyes twinkled in such a mischievous way, it was like I was under his spell & you could almost cut the expectation & the excitement we were both feeling with a knife

Yes let’s head upstairs I replied, as I pulled up my jeans and followed him and I found myself locked in another passionate embrace, our clothes strewn across the bedroom floor.

I sank to my knees and started playing with his 6″ cock and now it was Davey’s turn to buckle and weaken with pleasure as I teased his knob gently with the tip of my tongue, his fingers running through my hair.

“Let’s get on the bed shall we. He looked magnificent, his cock glistening with saliva and precum. I continued working on his cock, wrapping my lips around it as he gently rocked his hips up and down, sending shivers down his spine

I positioned myself so that he could suck on mine, but Davey had other ideas as he started spanking my ass and then began rimming and fingering my hole.

He reached into a drawer and took out a tub of lube and continued working on my hole, pushing his fingers deep inside me as he slowly worked on my prostate. I moaned loudly while he worked on me.

I was now completely, totally and defenceless, my wet hole gaping at his mercy.

Davey escort bayan stopped so that I could draw breath for a moment, but it was only a short respite, as he pulled my hips upwards and inserted his erect cock into me.

I initially cried out with pain as I grabbed the bedclothes with my fists, which then gave way to pleasure as he rode me hard like a fifty dollar whore.

“You like it don’t you Bobby?” As he pounded me hard with long deep strokes, my head spinning as he pulled my hair and fucked me mercilessly.

“Ooh yes…. Like that,” I replied as I watched him in the full length mirror on the other side of the bedroom. God that was so kinky

“The thing is that I have done my homework on you,” as he slowly pulled out of me and then teased me by sliding his cock between my cheeks.

“The two Asian guys you seduced in a jacuzzi at a gay sauna and then there’s the silver haired guy who fucked you in his hotel room!! I know a lot more about you than you realize!!”

“So you’ve read some of my stories on one of the sites I’m on, in which case, get that cock of yours back in my ass.”

“Mmmm with pleasure, you dirty little bitch,” as I took his cock into my hole once more, pounding me harder than he did before his face reddened with the exertion. He was beginning to look tired.

“I’d better take a break as I’ve gorukle escort been fitted with a pacemaker.”

“Not a problem, besides I don’t want to have you coming then going at the same time!” I replied.

Davey got off me and rolled onto his back and we rested in each other’s arms for a while, just chatting and joking about random stuff.

When Davey felt ready to go again I began again by sucking on his cock and as soon as he was hard enough, I got on top of him and carefully I placed his cock between my cheeks and eased him back into me. I gently rocked back and forth, running my fingers through the hair on his hairy chest and tweaking his hard, swollen nipples.

“Ooh my word, you’re good. Work my nipples some more,” he moaned as I built up a steady rhythm and it wasn’t long until he reached his own climax, his cum running between my ass cheeks and down the inside of my leg.

Noticing the time we agreed that we had better go and shower.

I got in first as Davey watched me, his eyes were permanently fixed on me as I started washing myself.

“Care to join me?” I asked as I caught his eye. And I continued “After all, if you have done your homework on me, you’ll know how much I enjoy sex in the shower.”

“Yes indeed I do,” he chuckled as he stepped into the shower and kissed me passionately, taking a firm grip of my semi hard cock, wanking it slowly and steadily until I was fully erect.

“I couldn’t help but think about how I fantasized about having Davey joining me in the shower before I set off to his house and now it was coming true as he sunk to his knees once more, as he greedily wrapped his lips around my swollen knob, and he made me go weak at the knees once more.

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Cursed Heir Part 6

“Are you sure we should be doing this?” Sebastian breathed, as George rocked above him, his head thrown back in the pleasure of feeling Sebastian buried deep inside him.

“It’s fine,” George moaned, rotating his hips, Sebastian’s breaths deepened as he closed his eyes, then frowned glancing at him again.

“But it doesn’t hurt the baby?”

“Seb!” George groaned, “you’re ruining this.”

He laughed lightly and pulled George’s face to his, their bodies pressing against each other.

“Shut me up then.”

George kissed him for a moment before sitting back up, with an uncomfortable groan as his back strained against the extra weight, “god I’m huge.”

He stroked his swollen belly, and Sebastian watched.

“You look sexy to me,” he grinned.

“Then prove it. Enough baby talk and fuck me already.”

Sebastian didn’t need to be asked twice, and soon had George moaning as sparks of pleasure coursed through his every limb.

Once over, they lay next to each other panting. George felt the movement in his stomach of the baby moving around inside him and placed his hands on his bump.

It had been an odd few months since he had first realised he was pregnant. The look on Sebastian’s face had been equally matched by his parents, before they broke into excited smiles and tears (on his mother’s behalf).

From that moment on he had been waited on hand and foot. Initially Sebastian had suspended his training, but he had complained bitterly about it so often and so regularly that he relented.

“There’s no point in swordsmanship now, especially pregnant,” he had said, “but perhaps this would be an appropriate weapon for you.”

He had then handed George a small dagger. It was nicely weighted, with a thick handle, bound in leather. He turned it in his hands and grinned, feeling excited.

For weeks he trained with the dagger, and when Sebastian had been unavailable he trained with members of the guard, who praised his progress with surprise, as if shocked a woman could wield a blade at all.

When he wasn’t practicing combat, Selena visited the castle. They would go for walks in the grounds, have tea, and George soon began to insist on giving her money for her trips.

“I really can’t accept-“

“You’re coming here almost every day, you’re missing time you could work at the pub.”

“Well, if you insist on paying me then I will have to do something to earn it.”

That was when she began to help George with his hair, his wardrobe, and generally around the house, to the point where Martha suggested she join the castle staff as a handmaiden.

“She’s got more brain cells than this lot put together,” Martha whispered in George’s ear as he made the offer, causing him to spit out his tea in laughter.

So, Selena quit her job and would visit George every day after breakfast, to do whatever he needed. Which, would most often just mean company. It was a perfect situation for them both. Even Sebastian had relinquished his grudge against her, partially due to the knowledge that George was not actually dead, and began to trust her.

Over time George’s belly grew. It had been an odd feeling, watching his stomach swell day by day, knowing that a baby was forming inside him.

As his pregnancy progressed, Selena became a more and more important presence, allowing Sebastian to go about his duties knowing that someone was making sure George was safe.

George had not seen the witch once since his discovery, at least… as far as he was aware. But he doubted she had been able to get close with his constant 24/7 supervision.

His parents, whilst being thrilled to hear of the pregnancy, worried about the fragility it would bring to the family as the weeks progressed. So they had begun a tour of their neighbouring kingdoms to drum up support, but were ready to return if requested at any time. The king had told Sebastian and George it was a chance for them to prove himself.

But now as he approached the final weeks of his pregnancy, he felt too exhausted to train, even having sex with Sebastian had become a tiring event.

He lay back, eyes closed and panting.

“Are you okay?” Sebastian said, always alert for any pain or discomfort. “You still look pale, and you’re getting thinner.”

“Thinner?” George scoffed gesturing to his belly.

“You know what I mean,” Sebastian said and George rolled his eyes. But he too had noticed his face begin to grow sallow, the nauseous exhaustion that even now was creeping over him despite having done very little with his day bar the previous hours activity.

“I’m fine,” he insisted, trying to force positivity into his voice. Sebastian still watched him, the concern in his eyes showing that he was not fooled.

He felt movement in his belly and deciding he needed an excuse to change the bursa merkez escort subject, took Sebastian’s hand and pressed it against his bumb.

“Feel her?”

Sebastian waited, hand still, breath held until there was a strong firm kick right against his palm and he laughed and smiled, the concern slipping briefly from his face. George liked seeing him smile, he smiled less and less recently with all the worry around the witches and George’s pregnancy.

“You’re still convinced it’s a girl?” Sebastian asked.

“I don’t know for sure, but I think she’s a girl,” he shrugged. “I’m probably wrong.”

He felt another wave of nausea shudder through him and try as he might he couldn’t hold it from his face as he grimaced. Sebastian instantly noticed, his hand moving to cup his cheek.

“What’s wrong? Is it still the sickness?”

He nodded silently, holding his mouth tight and breathing through his nose. He willed the vomit to stay down.

Morning sickness was just meant to be a first trimester thing, but he seemed to get it all day, everyday even this late in the pregnancy. He didn’t know what it meant, and neither did the doctors.

“Stop worrying, I’m just tired is all. Let’s go to sleep.”

But even as Sebastian’s arms wrapped tightly around him, his breathing soon turning heavy in sleep, George couldn’t sleep. His exhaustion weighed heavily on him, and yet a feeling of something bad had planted in his brain. His body was telling him that something was wrong. And that fear kept him wide awake into the late hours, until he eventually succumbed to sleep.

*

As the weeks sped by, George’s attempts to hide his crumbling health became more and more futile. His body grew weaker day by day, his already slim frame turning skeleton thin, his eyes looking sullen and dark in his sallow face, his cheekbones pronounced, and soon even rising from bed each morning became an incredible challenge.

Wherever he went people whispered. He knew what they said when they thought he couldn’t hear them. They said that he was dying. And he believed it too, but nobody knew how or why or what to do. The one thing he was determined to do before his body gave out was to save his unborn child. A fierce protectiveness and flamed in his heart for the little person that had grown inside him. Counting down the days until he could deliver him or her safely into the world.

Sebastian was hard to be around. His own face had grown equally gaunt as the stifling worry of what was to happen held him in its grip. They didn’t laugh anymore, and rarely smiled, it was too tiring. He would just sit and hold George’s hand and tell him that he loved him. George felt a guilt that he couldn’t help every time he looked at him, and wished and wished take away his pain. But it was impossible. So he would just attempt a small smile and squeeze his hand weekly.

Everything hurt and the tiredness became more and more overwhelming each day. It became hard to even think straight.

Soon it became near impossible to leave his bed. He would sleep for hours, then days, until one day he was swallowed by the dark dreamless sleep altogether.

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SEBASTIAN

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Sebastian was fine. That’s what he told everyone around him. He was fine, he was coping, he was strong. But it was all a lie.

George was dying.

George was dying and with it he felt like his soul was dying. This was much, much worse than the first time he had lost him. At least then he was taken away, there was something to work towards, a rescue attempt to plan. At least then he didn’t have to watch him die.

His face, different to the face he had first loved but George’s face all the same, was changed, so deathly pale and withdrawn he looked like he may already be dead if it wasn’t for the soft rise and fall of his chest. That rise and fall, the steady and slow beats of his heart were all that held him from falling over the edge of his sanity.

He couldn’t go through this pain a second time, not now. And this time, it would hurt all the more after the dreamy happiness that he had allowed himself to enjoy, to waste.

He was so useless. Why couldn’t he fix this? There must be a way to save him, to help him.

“Sebastian?”

He blinked, looking back at the doctor who eyed him with an edge of concern and pity.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

The doctor sighed, “I said that we should perform the cesarean tomorrow. The baby is ready, and I don’t want to risk labour with Georgiana in her current state.”

“Right,” he said, gazing back at George, gripping his hand tightly, as if his touch could wake him, whilst knowing deep down that it wouldn’t work. “Whatever you think is best doctor…”

“You should sleep Sebastian, the kingdom is already suffering from the illness of the princess. I’m sorry there is nothing to do to help her, but with the king and Queen having gone to visit neighbouring kingdoms seeking support, bursa escort bayan Ödesfarne needs to see you fit and well.”

“Fit and well,” he repeated bitterly. “Sure.”

The doctor said some more meaningless crap that he ignored, and eventually left with a frustrated sigh. He didn’t care. It didn’t matter. Nothing matters. Until he comes up with some

miracle way to save George instead of apologising then it was all crap.

He looked at George’s swollen belly and felt sick. Sick that he might have done this, that their baby was what was making him sick. Sick with himself for hating the baby that was hurting him, their baby. It wasn’t right to hate an innocent baby but he did all the same. Sick with himself most of all.

He got to his feet with a start and walked from George’s bedside wrenching open the door. Beyond it Selena stood in shock her hand outstretched as if she had been about to open the door he had unceremoniously pulled from her fingertips.

“Hey,” she said, her voice small. Selena too looked like she hadn’t slept and oddly it made him feel better. To know that someone else cared.

“Hey,” he replied, suddenly unsure where he was going to in such a hurry. His eyes burned, his head throbbed and he felt a little unsteady as he looked down at her, as if he was about to cry or punch a wall. Or maybe both. Fucking hell, was he dying too? It felt like it. He didn’t even know himself anymore.

“I brought us tea,” she said, and he looked down to see the tray she had cradled in one arm, two steaming teacups sat upon it.

He gave her a grateful smile and moved to let her pass into the room. She placed the tray on the table by the window, at which there were two chairs. The sun streamed in, lighting the dust motes in the air. It was strangly beautiful in a way.

She gracefully walked across the room to George and stroked his hair softly where it lay across the pillow.

“How is she?” She asked.

“Er- the same. They want to do a cesarean tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” She repeated, eyes wide. “Wow, so soon.”

“Yeah, something about labour not being safe,” he grunted, collapsing into one of the chairs at the table and reaching for the warm tea. Suddenly he found himself unable to look at George’s bed at all. His eyes blurred as he looked away, burning heat filling his body. His fingers shook as he put the cup back onto the table.

“Oh Sebastian,” Selena said, approaching him and sitting at the table too. “You need to stay strong.”

“I’m trying,” he choked out, his throat tight as he looked resolutely out of the window.

“I know,” she said putting a hand on his tightly clenched fist. “But you’re going to be a father tomorrow whether you like it or not. A father to a baby with a mother unable to care for it. You have to be strong for the baby Sebastian, and for her.”

“The baby?” he spat. “I don’t care about the baby.”

Selena was quiet for a moment, graciously averting her eyes as he swiped away the hot tears that fell down his cheeks.

“I don’t believe that’s true,” she said.

He glared out the window. He knew she was right, he did care. But it was hard when it came at the cost of George. What if this baby kills him? How could he ever look at it? At himself? A long quiet moment stretched between them for a while until Selena spoke gain, ever so softly.

“Sebastian. Have you… have you considered going to… to them?”

He blinked, and Selena’s cheeks reddened slightly as she bit her lip. To who?”

“The… witches.”

He bit back a derisive laugh, “the witches?Really Selena? It’s probably them that have done this in the first place!”

“Yes, maybe. Or maybe not,” she said, putting her tea back onto its saucer carefully, not meeting his eyes. “But, the doctors say they can’t help, perhaps,” she looked up at him then, and he was surprised to see the cool assertiveness in her eyes. “Perhaps magic can.”

Sebastian stared at her stony firm expression, then looked to George, still lying corpse like upon the bed and ran a hand through his hair

“Let’s say I try it, how could I even contact them?” He asked and Selena’s eyes grew dark as she took a deep breath.

“Go outside tonight, when you’re alone, and call them. I have a feeling they’ve been watching you both carefully. They’ll come. I’d bet my life on it.”

*

“This is so stupid,” he muttered under his breath as he walked out into the grounds that night. He looked around to see if anyone would hear him, but there was no one in sight. He pulled up his collar at the cool and crisp air and walked out until the light of the castle was in the distance, but still just close enough that he could see in the gloom.

He cleared his throat, “um.. so… witches? If anyone can hear me, I er- I’m here to talk.”

Silence. God he felt like an idiot.

“Anyone? I’m Prince Sebastian, here to discuss my wife’s… condition. Georgiana.” he paused, “George. I’m asking you to help bursa sınırsız escort him. I’m begging in fact. Unless it was you lot that fucking did this in the first place in which case I’m going to hunt each one of you down individually and rip-“

“We did not do this.”

The voice was calm and clear in the dark, and his head whipped to it, watching as the blonde witch stepped through the gloom towards him, terrifyingly beautiful.

“At least,” she added with an incline of her head, “not intentionally.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” He snapped and she smiled a cool smile in response.

“You know, you always have been a charmer Sebastian. What I meant, is that we did not know what would happen.”

Sebastian scoffed, “Stop speaking in riddles and get to the point.”

The witch laughed, “if you stop interrupting me, then I will. You came to speak to me, remember. Drop the hostility.”

He glared at her, fists clenched, jaw tight. She paused as if waiting for Sebastian’s retort, but when none came she smiled and continued to speak. “The spells we cast on the prince to make him who he now is took a great deal of magic. We have never done a spell quite on the scale of it before, certainly not on a human. It seems, his body has developed an… intolerance to magic. The very magic in his blood is making him sick, worsened by the magic coming from your baby.”

Sebastian frowned, “Wait- what are you saying? The- our baby has magic?”

“We believe so, and so as she has grown, George’s health has declined.”

“She? She is a she?” He asked. George had been right all along.

“She is a she, yes. A witch in fact.”

Sebastian’s heart skipped a beat. He looked at the witch, trying to hunt out the lie in her face. But she gazed at him with a confident cool expression. His mind span and the nausea from earlier returned.

“She’s a what?” He managed to squeak out.

“A witch. We are quite sure of it.”

“No. You’re lying,” he said, shaking his head and stepping away from her in disgust.

“What advantage do I have for lying? I tell you the truth in the hope that you may trust me.”

“Trust a filthy witch?” He spat, laughing incredulously. “I’d rather die right here.”

“That can be arranged,” she smiled wickedly. “Your daughter is a ‘filthy’ witch too remember? I think it’s long past time that you learned to get along with our kind young prince.”

As the shock began to subside, he felt anger began to boil inside him. He had known the witches were up to something all along. He had been played for a fool, and George and his unborn child were the cost.

“This was the plan all along wasn’t it? To cast some spell on our child to make her one of you?”

“No. Actually, that was our plan for George.”

Sebastian put a hand to his head, every word she spoke was a new revelation. “What?”

“That was one of the reasons why we did what we did in the first place. We thought a royal witch would mean that we would finally be able to achieve peace.”

“You? Want peace? Please.”

“Not all witches are the same, Sebastian,” the witch sighed. “Our coven have wanted peace for a long time.”

She approached Sebastian and gave him a look that almost seemed human.

“Our coven leader is sick too. Very sick. It’s… hard to explain how it all works but we needed a new witch to save her. We thought George… but he will never be a witch, it was a fools hope at killing two birds with one stone. Achieving peace and saving our leader.”

“So all those little chats with George? They were what? Tests?”

“We had to see if he had magic, we were trying to coax it out of him. But it’s not there. But your daughter has it, it must be strong for us to be able to sense it already. Just when we thought it was useless, you saved us. Your baby, she could save us. Please.”

The witch’s expression was for the first time, almost human. Her eyes shone with something that seemed almost like hope.

“Why should I help you? You have killed the person I love more than anyone else in this world.”

“Come to the forest, with George and the baby, let her help our coven leader heal. She will know how to help George, I’m sure of it..”

“Why? What has she got to gain? You get your leader back and then kill us is that your plan?”

“We have never killed a human. Ever. Our coven is peaceful,” she said, her voice firm and angry.

“You keep saying this but you are killing human currently. Right now! My human, my person,” Sebastian cried, clenching his fist, his breathing becoming uneven.

“Our coven leader will help. She is smart, and… she will want to help him.”

“Why?”

The witch just stared at him, then closed her eyes as if exhausted by their argument. “When the baby and George are stable, bring them to the woods. We will guide you to The Grove. If you let your daughter save our leader, we will do all that we can to save George. I swear it on the lives of every one of my sisters. But if you don’t, they will likely both die, and George definitely will. The choice is yours Sebastian.”

He looked at her, desperate to ask more questions but knowing that there was no more she would tell him.

She turned and began to walk into the darkness before pausing and gazing at him one last time with a shrewd smile.

“Oh and Sebastian, don’t think about bringing any weapons.”

BEFORE READING THE STORY

This high fantasy story is the Intro to story I am working on and is for people aged 18+ only, all characters within the story are 18+ (or whatever the legal age is for the high fantasy races such as elves, Dwarves, and such.)

This story includes very few humans and several high fantasy races, including anthropomorphic animal/human hybrid (cat people, wolf people, and fox people), elves (sun, high, wood, sea, and dark), dwarves (mountain, hill, dark, and desert), dragonkin, and many more. The story itself includes characters of all sexualities, and some species do not have genders or preferences at all.

Each of the following chapters will have a brief overview of what has happened (story) in the previous chapters to allow viewers to skip chapters and still keep up with the overall story.

All of the categories listed below are found throughout the series as a whole, categories with “*” next to them are found within this chapter. So, if this chapter includes things you are not really into, you can skip this chapter and read the next chapter, which will contain a brief overview of the story of this one.

Anal, Anthropomorphic Animals*, Big Ass, Big Breasts, Big Cocks, Bisexual, Brainwashing, Breeding*, Breastfeeding, Bukkake, Consensual*, Control, Corruption, Cream Pie*, Cum Eating, Deepthroat*, Dirty Talk, Degradation, Dwarf (Fantasy Race), Edging, Elf, Excessive Cum*, Exposed*, Female Dominant, Female Masturbation*, Female Submissive, Fetish, Fingering, Fisting, Forced Orgasm, Free Use, Fucking*, Furry*, Futa, Gangbang, Gay, Handjob, High Fantasy, Impregnation, Lactation, Lesbian, Male Dominant, Male Masturbation, Male Submissive, Mind Control, Monsters, Multiple Orgasms, Multiple Penetration, Non-Human*, Orgasm Denial, Pissing, Pregnant, Public Nudity, Public Sex, Rough*, Small Ass*, Small Breasts*, Small Cocks, Spanking, Squirting*, Voyeurism.

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INTRODUCTION

The story takes place on the sacred continent of Tàiyáng, a huge landmass sitting in the middle of an ocean that sprawls out as far as the eye can see. Surrounded by what seems like an endless sea of crashing waves. The land itself is lush with many subtle but aromatic flora in all arrays of colours. The forests vary in sizes covering the island, ranging from huge mundane deciduous forests to the east and towering crystal trees that litter the western lands of the elves, mountains that dominate the landscape with jagged peaks that reach higher than the clouds look down over the centre of the island, surrounding the Dwarven Lands. Tàiyáng is a land of magic, conflict, and sacred traditions. Ruled by The Empress Xia of Tàiyáng, and each province of Tàiyáng is governed by the Empress four trusted Priestesses.

The land of Tàiyáng is ruled by Empress Xia alone in her Monarchy, she has ruled over the land for hundreds of years. (She looks about 32 years old.) The religion practised throughout Tàiyáng is called “Motàism”. Followers of this faith believe that Empress Xia is herself a deity. She blessed the people of Tàiyáng to never become old and frail, but they can never have children.

During the years 181AD – 182AD, Gracia, the eastern priestess of Tàiyáng began trying to manipulate the people she governed against Empress Xia, a war broke out between the Empress and the northern priestess leading to the priestesses defeat. As divine punishment, the people within the northern lands of Tàiyáng were brainwashed into being the Empresses playthings. This was the start of the tyrannical rule of Empress Xia. She became obsessed with controlling people, forcing them to act and feel certain ways regardless of what they wanted. (She can only influence people to want to do something if she can see them.)

By the year 192AD, the whole of Tàiyáng was under her complete control, except for one human man who mysteriously arrived from another world… A man called Xin who unknowingly arrived on the southern coast Tàiyáng during the year 194AD while lost at sea.

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STORY

As the thunderstorm passes over from the previous night, a shipwreck is left among the southern coast of Tàiyáng. The hull completely shattered, revealing several crates of destroyed cargo and a 6’1″ human male, covered in the remains of what used to be the sail of the ship and seaweed. His wet, toned, athletic body is lay in the sand, and cuts and bruises cover his whole body. His wet long brown hair, which looks as if it was tied back and is now messy, uncouth and covered in tiny pieces of debris and sand. His beard is brown, long, and scruffy as if it hasn’t been groomed in several weeks. He has strong facial features that are well proportioned. His tan skin is dirty and damaged from the wreck. His black jacket (similar to a Happi) and pants (similar to Hakama Pants) were made from common hemp, his clothes were wet and sticking to him revealing the athletic form underneath, his clothes torn by bursa sınırsız escort the storm also revealing his chest hair and tattoo that covered his entire left shoulder and arm. The tattoo is covered with sand and small pieces of debris, making it unable to see what the tattoo is in detail. He has around his neck a strange necklace with unknown symbols etched onto it. The necklace is made from a unique metal that shines with a green hue. The morning passes on, and the tide goes out, leaving the shipwreck about fifty feet from the waters edge.

A soft breeze blows through the air, and the smell of the ocean attacks Xin’s nose as he suddenly jolts awake from being unconscious, brushing the seaweed and debris off of himself as he awakes.

“What..? What happened..?” Xin whispers as his eyes slowly come into focus.

Xin takes a deep breath in and accidently chokes on some sand, forcing him to sit up coughing.

“Oh… my back… it hurts…” Xin grumbles as he places his hand on his lower back in an attempt to stop the pain as he climbs to his feet, his legs shaking from the several days of hunger he has endured while lost at sea.

He manages to stand up and look around, noticing the coast was covered in the remains of his once beloved vessel.

“I can’t… I can’t believe I am alive.” Xin manages to shakily mumble to himself as he sees the destruction around him.

“I guess I need to leave you… Sorry, Dryel.” Xin whispers to his ruined vessel, slightly wheezing from the winded feeling he has in his back as he begins walking north.

As Xin began walking further north, the smell of sea salt faded out, being replaced by the smell of flowers as he reached a huge flower field with a dirt path heading north next to it.

“This place is beautiful. The smell here is so strong… What is this place?” Xin ponders to himself, looking around for any sign of civilization.

Suddenly, a wave of panic spread through him as he noticed no sign of anyone… Until…

“Wait… what’s that?” Xin whispers to himself cautiously as he notices a trade caravan heading towards him from the forest opening he can see in the distance.

“H-hey! Over here!” Xin shouts nervously, running out in front of the caravan, not knowing what to expect from the incoming encounter.

“Wait.. I need help!” Xin shouted as he was desperate to find someone to listen to him.

“Please…” Xin says, his voice a little bit wobbly as he drops to his knees looking at the floor, scared to make eye contact with the carriage rider.

A moment of time passes as silence washes over the road, and the carriage comes to a halt barely five feet away from Xin. A little giggle can be heard coming from the riders seat of the caravan, as Xin looks up at the cause of the sound. Xin’s jaw drops as he sees a beautiful young fox woman sitting in the riders seat, her skin is pale, her hair is long, wavy, and crimson red from what can be seen under her red hooded robe (similar to a Yukata) which hides most of her body. Xin can not help himself from looking her up and down with awe as the fox woman is the first female he has interacted with for over a year.

“A human?! Oh my Empress… A human!” The caravan driver says in an excited tone, her fluffy fox ears perk up, and her tail swishes back and forth excitedly as she lowers her hood.

“Hi there, oh my… I don’t think I’ve ever met a human before?” She says, wriggling in her seat with excitement, the tail swishing with increasing speed.

The fox woman pauses and examines Xin, her eyes looking at the definition of his injured athletic body, his abs showing through the soaked jacket that is pressed against him. A wide smile grows across her face as she begins licking her lips.

“My name is Vivi. What’s your name?” She says, her face looking at Xin as if she was imagining him naked.

“My name is Xin… Can you take me to the next town, I have no idea where I am…” Xin says, unable to take his eyes of Vivi as he tries to figure out why she is wearing a fox outfit.

Xin’s eyes examine Vivi, and he notices her ears and tail moving independently. His eyes grow wide in shock as he realises.

“What?! Wait… no, no, no… Those ears and that tail of yours move?” Xin shouts in shock as he realizes that Vivi isn’t human.

Xin is unable to stop watching her ears and tail move around swiftly as if they had minds of their own. Vivi climbs down from the riders seat and stands on the floor. Xin examines her intensely, trying to figure out what Vivi looked like under her robe, estimating her height to be around 5’11”. Vivi locks eyes with Xin as she slowly walks towards him, swaying her hips slightly.

“So then Xin… You’ve never seen a Vulpan before then, have you?” Vivi whispers to Xin in a low sultry voice, sending shivers down Xin’s spine as the heat from her breath tickles his ear. She wraps her tail around his hand and looks at him awaiting a response.

“N-no, bursa otele gelen escort I haven’t.” Xin chokes a bit as he senses the desire in Vivi’s voice. His palms grew sweaty as he replied, feeling Vivi’s tail tighten around his hand.

“I’ve always wanted to meet a human. I’ve heard they are especially good at specific things…” Vivi says, winking at Xin lustfully as she leans in close and begins rubbing her clawed finger up and down Xin’s bare chest.

The feeling of the fluffy tail wrapping around his hand sends a rush of warmth through him. Xin’s eyes close as his mind begins racing as he begins thinking of the implications of what Vivi just said. Xin feels himself begin to stiffen in his torn pants as Vivi stares into his eyes as if demanding a response.

(This Vulpan lady is totally hitting on me, I’m too sore to do much at the moment… I need a way to deescalate the situation and get myself some food.) Xin thinks to himself as he readies himself for a reply.

Xin lets out a deep breath in an attempt to calm his racing mind, feeling his sore back twinge as he does.

“I’m sorry, I’m really sore… I need food and medicine, please…” Xin states in an attempt to change the subject and move on, his mind filling with dread as he feels like he’s going to be abandoned if she gets angry.

Vivi looks at Xin’s eyes, who is in turn looking into hers. She suddenly spins around in a huff, loosening her tails grip on Xin’s hand, making sure to gently smack him across the face with her tail as she walks off as to let him know she’s not happy about Xin changing the subject.

“That’s fine. Let’s get you cleaned up and rested back at my village.” Vivi says, beckoning Xin towards her caravan as she walks over and lowers the back for him to climb in.

“I’ve heard some interesting things about you humans… Is it true that humans have no magic?” Vivi curiously questions as Xin climbs into the caravan. Her eyes are taking in the look of her new companion as she helps him get comfortable.

“Magic? Do you mean like pulling rabbits out of hats?” Xin answers sarcastically, thinking her question is absurd.

“Pulling rabbits out of a hat? I’ve never heard of a spell like that before? What would you use that for?” Vivi questions with even more curiosity than her previous question.

The sudden realisation of the situation hit Xin hard as he realised she was talking about real magic. Xin thinks about it, not sure if she was making a joke or something… Though the situation he is currently in makes him think that maybe real magic could be… real.

“Wait… Are you saying magic is real… like real magic?” Xin asks, confused by everything going on.

“Like… Real mag…ic…” Xin slurs before the pain gets too much for him.

Xin begins groaning in pain, his injuries hurting more and more each second. Xin looks down and realises he’s losing a lot of blood from a wound that must’ve opened by climbing into the caravan. Suddenly, his vision fades as he faintly hears Vivi shouting his name, his body leans over and collapses onto the caravan seat.

*Later that night*

The sounds of running water can be heard in the distance as Xin’s eyes slowly open, his vision blurry from sleep. His body warm from a cotton blanket that is covering him, he rolls over, and his eyes finally comimg into fully into focus. The walls surrounding him are made from Osage Orange wood with hues of flickering yellow from the candles and fireplace in the room. A window on the far wall showing the darkness of night with maple trees outside in the distance. A yellow bamboo door, slightly open to the left side of the room. He also notices he is lying on a dark green fabric couch, and the yellow patchwork cotton blanket covering him makes his skin itchy. He looks under the covers, checking if he has been undressed. His body lay naked under the covers, except for his necklace.

“Huh..? Where are my clothes..?” Xin mutters to himself, looking around the room for any evidence of where he is and where his clothes are at.

“It must’ve been a dream… There’s no way I saw a fox woman… It must.” The door to the room opens and in walk Vivi holding Xin’s clothes.

“Finally fixed his clothes… It’s time to check on him.” She says, entering the room and interrupting Xin’s train of thought.

“Oh, Xin. You’re finally awake… What’s wrong?” She asks as Xin’s face turns pale as the realisation that it wasn’t a dream.

“Oh, n-nothing…” He mumbles to himself.

“Why am I naked?!” he says, gesturing towards the patchwork blanket that covers him.

“I-I’m sorry… Your clothes were ruined, I thought I could fix them up with magic since you were out cold, nice necklace, though. It seemed fine, so I left it be.” She says, flustered by the thought of seeing him naked.

“Magic? What magic..?” Xin says aggressively as he becomes more confused about what is real or not.

“Go on then… Show me…” bursa eve gelen escort He says, determined for her to fail, knowing he might be wrong.

Without a moment’s notice, she drops Xin’s clothes on the floor and waves her hand over them. Her tail still and her ears lean back as she begins focusing. The clothes begin moving on their own and begin fastening themselves around Xin, making him panic until he realises what is happening.

“What’s going on?!” Xin says as he tries to wriggle free from the animated clothes.

“I have the magic known as weave mastery. I can control and create fabrics of any kind, I work selling fabrics to the local towns…” She claims with a confident tone as she stands there watching the clothes continue to clothe Xin.

“Okay… There on, this feels weird.” Xin says as he climbs out from under the blanket fully dressed.

“Look, what the hell is going on… Where are we, how is magic real? I am so lost.” Xin says desperation to try and figure out what is going on.

“This is Farden, a village on the southernmost coast of Tàiyáng… You’re not from here, are you?” She asks, curious about Xin’s origin.

“I am from a place called England… I’ve never heard of a place called Tàiyáng… is it in Asia?” He asks, hoping to hear anything to let him know he is on earth.

“Asia, what’s that? Is it a new village or something?” She answers, her ears twitching in response as she thinks.

Seeing Xin’s face drop in response, she can’t help but feel bad for him. She walks over and sits down on the couch and pats the seat next to her after shifting the patchwork blanket off down the side of the couch.

“Come, sit down… Let’s… Talk about everything, okay?” She says is a gently yet dominant tone. Her tail lay across the couch along the back of the seat that she wanted Xin to sit in.

“Okay, okay… I’ll sit down and talk. I just don’t know what to think about all of this…” Xin says, looking down at the floor as he saunders over to the couch looking defeated.

“I guess this is my life now… A new world, a new start…” Xin says as he sits down. Vivi’s tail wraps around him, warming him up and comforting him.

“It’s okay, you’re such a handsome human. So ripped, toned, and you even have fur.” She says, pointing to his chest hair.

“You know, I’ve always wanted to feel a human, to be close to a human…” She says, pulling Xin closer with her tail so his head rests on her shoulder.

“It feels… I mean… I-I just…” Xin says as he lifts his head up to meet Vivi’s eyes before suddenly leaning in for a kiss, his mind racing as he panics, not knowing why he is doing what he is doing.

Vivi’s freezes as Xin’s lips touch her own, as it takes her a second to realise what is going on, her tail switching erratically and her ears stand on point at the sunnden shock. Seconds later, she responds in kind, returning the kisses with upmost haste. Her soft lips pressed against Xin’s, her tongue working its way down his throat playfully dancing with his tongue. Xin pulls his head back, looking at Vivi as he pants, trying to catch his breath.

“C-can you use you magic?” Xin’s eyes light up at the thought of her undress them both with magic.

(Am I really doing this… She’s so damn hot, though. Fuck, I need to do this. I need to.) Xin thinks to himself about her magic.

Vivi stands up and presses her hand against her clothes. The robe comes to life, untying and sliding itself off of her and over to the coat rack in the next room. She smiles and looks at Xin, revealing her petite breasts and ass, her pussy is small and plump as it stands exposed for Xin to see. Her face turns a bright shade of pink as she spreads her legs, followed by her reaching down to her pussy lips with her left hand playfully opening them and rubbing her clit, in an attempt to expose herself to Xin. Her ears lean back as she becomes absorbed in pleasure, her tail mixed between swishing around and stiffening when the pleasure hits.

“I want you, Xin. I want you to show me what a human can do.” She says biting her lip, her breath catching after each small wave of pleasure that flows through her as she continues playing with her exposed clit.

“Now then, let’s see what we can do.” She says as she holds her right hand towards Xin. His clothes begin pulling him closer to Vivi until they are pressed up against each other. With a second flick of her hand, his clothes slide off him gently, folding themselves in the corner of the room.

“Oh, shit!” Xin exclaims, as he is forcibly dragged towards Vivi and undressed by her magic, revealing his toned muscles.

Each muscle is defined, and it looks like his body was carved by the gods. The tattoo on his body now fully visible reveals a world tree tattoo covering his entire left shoulder and arm, where each branch is holding scrolls with strange patterns on them. His cock measuring at 6 inches long, and 3.5 inches thick stands out as it begins to harden and grow larger the more aroused he becomes. His balls are as large as baseballs, and he is clean shaven.

“Okay, if this is how it’s going to be. Let me take my necklace off. It’s going to get in the way.” Throwing his necklace across the room, Vivi’s breasts pressed against him, her nipples hardening as she feels Xin’s cock stiffen against her thigh. Her tail wrapped around Xin’s leg as she stroked him up and down.

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“Stephenson, I have good news, I got accepted at the medical school on the island of Dominica, All Saints University Medical School,” Fawziyyah Sharaf said excitedly, and the short, curvy, brown-skinned and raven-haired young Egyptian Muslim woman practically jumped up and down. So this is how it ends, Stephenson Vladimir thought bitterly, even though he smiled at Fawziyyah and appeared to be sharing in her enthusiasm.

“Congratulations, Fawziyyah, I’m happy for you,” Stephenson replied, and he swept Fawziyyah into his arms, hugging her fiercely. The two of them stood on the main floor of the Carleton University library, the very place where they met, close to five years ago. Back then, they were two neophytes bestriding the City of Ottawa, Ontario, with their uneasy steps. A couple of international students who found themselves far from home as they began their life-changing higher education journey…

Stephenson Vladimir, the Boston-born son of Haitian immigrants, opted to study at Carleton University in Ottawa, Canada, after he failed to get into Northeastern University, his parents Julianne and Marcel Vladimir’s storied alma mater. He’d only been to Ottawa once before, to visit his paternal cousin Deborah Vladimir who was getting hitched at the time. Disappointed with the American higher education system, Stephenson decided to study as far from Boston as possible, and came to Ottawa.

At first, when Stephenson came to the City of Ottawa, he saw a dead end, for the town was smaller, and duller than the lively, diverse Boston he grew up in. Carleton University was nice enough, and Stephenson was glad to see so many black and brown faces on this very Canadian campus. He quickly made a few friends, and adjusted nicely to his new surroundings. Still, Stephenson felt like something was missing…until he met Fawziyyah Sharaf.

Fawziyyah Sharaf, a newcomer to the City of Ottawa by way of Al Qahirah, Egypt, simply took Stephenson Vladimir’s breath away from the moment they met. He was volunteering with the International Student Center at school, and they assigned him a newbie who needed some help getting things done. That’s how Fawziyyah came into Stephenson’s life, and she never really left…until now.

“Thank you, habibi, I’m so excited,” Fawziyyah said, and Stephenson smiled, and the two of them went for a stroll around campus. It was early April, a year after Stephenson and Fawziyyah graduated from Carleton University with their degrees in Criminology and Biology, respectively. It had been a magical year for both of them, a year that saw them gain their permanent residence cards, and begin to build a new life together in the Capital of Canada.

Having aced the LSAT, Stephenson was trying to decide between various law schools, including the University of Ottawa, York University and Lakehead University. He’d been leaning towards the University of Ottawa Law School, since he wanted to stay in town to be with his beloved Fawziyyah. Nobody else I’d rather be with, Stephenson thought to himself as he sent a letter of acceptance to the University of Ottawa Law School a couple of weeks ago.

As it turns out, Fawziyyah had applied to the University of Ottawa medical school and, failing to get in, she went for her second option, All Saints University. Stephenson and Fawziyyah made their way to their favorite spot, the benches escort ataköy by the lake, located close to the gym. They sat there, not minding the slight chill, and soaking up the atmosphere, as it were…

“At first I was sad about not going to University of Ottawa, but to hell with them, All Saints Medical School is internationally accredited and just as good,” Fawziyyah said, as she leaned against Stephenson’s shoulder. Stephenson remained silent, and wrapped his arms around Fawziyyah, who looked up at him, a beatific smile on her beautiful face. I guess Fawziyyah really hasn’t really thought this through, Stephenson thought, sighing deeply.

When Stephenson and Fawziyyah began going out, he knew that they were in for one hell of a thrill ride. In Canada as well as the rest of the world, interracial relationships cause tension, in part due to the narrowmindedness of so many thoughtless souls. At the end of the day, black or white, male or female, straight or gay, everyone is human and everyone needs to be loved. That was Stephenson’s definitive mindset as far as relationships were concerned…

From what Stephenson later came to understand, in the Arab world, relationships between blacks and Arabs are considered taboo, and the unions of black men and Arab women were unheard of. As Stephenson and Fawziyyah stepped out together, they often got stared at, especially by the Middle-Eastern students on campus. It seemed that those Middle-Eastern guys, many of whom had black girlfriends, white girlfriends and Latin girlfriends, objected to seeing a non-Arab man with one of ‘their’ ladies.

Never one to be intimidated, Stephenson would stare down any man, pale or dark, who seemed to have a problem with him and Fawziyyah being together. As far as he was concerned, Fawziyyah chose to be with him, and no one had the right to object to their union. In this world, women choose their men, and not the other way around, Stephenson thought. It was astonishing that they’d stuck together for so long, and now the fates were conspiring to tear them apart once again…

“You’re going to make a kick-ass doctor,” Stephenson said, and Fawziyyah nodded, and then impulsively took his face into her hands. Fawziyyah leaned closer, and smiled, her face inches from Stephenson’s. Taking a deep breath, Stephenson closed the gap between them and kissed Fawziyyah. As usual, her lips tasted sweet, plus a hint of those icy mints she was also chewing on. Love my lady and all her quirks, Stephenson thought as he swiftly slid his tongue down Fawziyyah’s throat.

“Stephenson, you are so easy to fool, you’re going to need me by your side when you start your law practice,” Fawziyyah said, grinning mischievously, and she looked at a very flabbergasted Stephenson, who gawked at her. Rolling her eyes and shaking her head, Fawziyyah pulled an envelope out of her hand, and all but brandished it in her lover’s face. Laughing, she ripped the envelope open, then deposited it in Stephenson’s lap.

“What is this, my love?” Stephenson asked, as he looked at the envelope, which contained a letter from McGill University. Fawziyyah smiled and watched as Stephenson read the letter, his facial expression shifting from anxious, to surprised, to relief, and back to surprised. He looked up at her, his lips trembling, unable to escort avcılar speak. Looks like I finally shut up my favorite future attorney, Fawziyyah thought, grinning wickedly.

“McGill University is opening a new satellite medical school in Gatineau, Quebec, opening next year, and I’ve already gotten accepted, admit it, stud, I got you good,” Fawziyyah said, laughing. Stephenson gasped, and then laughed nervously. Fawziyyah grinned, and laid her hand on his lap, nodding firmly. I can’t believe this handsome fool thought I’d go study all the way in the frigging Caribbean and leave his ass behind, Fawziyyah thought slyly.

“Oh wow, Fawziyyah, you got me good,” Stephenson replied, and he laughed, still shaken by the news. Fawziyyah hugged him fiercely, and he kissed her forehead. Relief washed over Stephenson in an awesome way. I can’t believe I fell for that, he thought. Fawziyyah had always been slick, but today, she’d really gotten him in a major way. Her moving to the island of Dominica, it was all a frigging prank…

“You totally fell for it, Stephenson,” Fawziyyah teased, and she poked Stephenson on the nose, something he was fond of doing to her, in the early days of their relationship. Stephenson blinked, and shot her a look. Fawziyyah shrugged, and was still grinning when he grabbed her and propped her on his lap. Fawziyyah crossed her arms over her chest and looked into Stephenson’s eyes, smirking all the way.

“You do that to me again, lady, and I’ll spank you,” Stephenson retorted, and Fawziyyah laughed, and poked his nose again. Stephenson shook his head, then grabbed Fawziyyah’s big round butt, which was bulging out of her dark blue jeans, giving it a firm squeeze. Fawziyyah’s derriere was one of her best features, thick and round, and looking almost two damn big for her five-foot-six, 120-pound, curvy frame. The feisty young woman locked eyes with her boyfriend, defiant and sexy and oh-so tempting at the same time.

“Stephenson, I double dog dare you to spank me,” Fawziyyah said, and with that, she shoved her hands against his chest, and then vaulted off his lap. Stephenson gasped in surprise, and watched as his favorite little woman took off, moving so swiftly that legendary Jamaican runner Usain Bolt might have had trouble catching up to her. Shaking his head, Stephenson smiled, and then sprinted after Fawziyyah. The things I am going to do to that ass, he thought, grinning wryly.

Fawziyyah ran and crossed the street, heading for the multi-level parking lot. It was getting dark, and it would be easier to hide in there. Stephenson followed her, moving a bit clumsily due to his six-foot-three, 250-pound bulk. Fawziyyah hid behind a fancy red convertible probably belonging to a middle-aged professor having a midlife crisis, and waited. She waited for Stephenson to come, and come he did, just not the way she thought he would…

“Gotcha,” Stephenson said, as he snuck up behind Fawziyyah, and clamped his hand over the diminutive cutie’s mouth. Fawziyyah struggled, but to no avail. Feisty as she was, there was no getting away from Stephenson’s strong arms. In his hometown of Boston, Massachusetts, Stephenson once played football and once dreamed of playing for Northeastern University, until they did away with their varsity football team. With Stephenson’s escort küçükçekmece arms wrapped around her, Fawziyyah knew she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Alright, Stephenson, you got me, now what?” Fawziyyah whispered, once Stephenson let go of her mouth. She turned around and looked into his face. Stephenson kissed her, his arms still holding her into place. Fawziyyah had no desire to get away, and she pressed her big bum against his groin, causing Stephenson to stiffen. I definitely know my man’s desires, Fawziyyah thought as she kept grinding against Fawziyyah’s bum.

“Oh, I’m going to punish your smart ass,” Stephenson replied, and he flicked his tongue over Fawziyyah’s earlobe, and then smacked her plump ass, hard. Stephenson proceeded to pull down Fawziyyah’s pants, and they dropped to the floor. Fawziyyah patted Stephenson’s groin, and felt his hardness. She grinned and unzipped his pants, freeing his long and thick, uncircumcised dick. Fawziyyah looked into Stephenson’s eyes as she stroked him in the dark. It was time to play…

“Promises, promises,” Fawziyyah replied, and she got on her knees and began sucking Stephenson’s dick, even as he leaned against the cement wall, sandwiched between an SUV and a pickup. Not liking the feel of the cement on her knees, Fawziyyah unceremoniously sat on the hood of the bright red convertible, and looked up at Stephenson, who closed his eyes as she fellated him.

“Oh yes,” Stephenson murmured as Fawziyyah sucked his dick, and Fawziyyah inhaled the masculine scent of his dick while pleasuring him. Sliding her free hand between her thick thighs, Fawziyyah fingered her already wet, hairy mound. She was burning with desire for Stephenson, and he clearly felt the same way for his dick lengthened and hardened in her hand. Hmm, now he’s ready for me, Fawziyyah thought lustfully.

“Hmm, I want you, Stephenson, but if you can’t lick me, you can’t fuck me,” Fawziyyah teased, as she let go of his dick, and sat up on the convertible hood, spreading her thick thighs invitingly. Stephenson opened his eyes and gazed at the voluptuous, freaky young woman who stared up at him, a challenge in her dark eyes. Kneeling before Fawziyyah, Stephenson smiled up at her, impressed and turned on by her boldness…

“I’m down with that,” Stephenson replied, and he kissed Fawziyyah and fondled her breasts, then moved downward. He kissed her sex, and slid his tongue into her pussy. Fawziyyah sighed happily as Stephenson began eating her out. For her, the fun was just beginning. After giving Fawziyyah’s pussy a tongue bath, Stephenson rolled a condom on his dick. As he got ready, Fawziyyah got on all fours, right on the car hood, and shook her big beautiful ass at him.

“Quit talking and do your job,” Fawziyyah teased, and Stephenson grinned, stroking his hard dick. He came up behind her and caressed her thick posterior before entering her with one swift thrust. Fawziyyah licked her lips, exhaling sharply as Stephenson’s thick rod entered her. The Boston stud gripped her hips and began fucking her with deep, passionate strokes. She kept grinding her big ass against his groin, welcoming his big ole dick inside of her. Now that’s what I needed, Fawziyyah thought happily.

It was quite dark when Fawziyyah Sharaf and Stephenson Vladimir finally exited the Carleton University multi-level parking lot, and while making their way toward the O-Train Station on campus, they ran into a pair of uniformed female security guards. As the two young women headed to the parking lot, Fawziyyah and Stephenson looked at them and exchanged a smile. Hand in hand, they headed for the train platform. For this adventurous, fiery couple, all is well that ends well.

Lady Caroline Carter was looking out of her huge picture Windows she had just had installed, it gave her the most expansive view of her wonderful gardens. She loved this house, she was a woman who had it all. Well, almost all. But she was happy, she was envied too, had lots of friends and acquaintances, some of whom were good friends and one or two that were jealous of her. They were jealous because of what she had achieved, and especially who she had married those twenty long years ago.

She had two children but sadly now they were in college, and only came home at term ends. So Caroline did have it all, but now she was lonely, her social calendar was chock full, in fact the offers far exceeded her free time. Her husband who was Earl Sir Alan Carter was in London on business, he was in the house of Lords, known as Alan but his real title stretched for miles, and he was related distantly to the Royal family. On the day they had married his full names had been read, this made Caroline giggle, the whole church had heard her and joined in, and much to her happy surprise so had her new husband, followed by a very cheerful bishop.

She appreciated all he had done and given her over the years and in return Caroline had been the perfect wife, mother, lover, friend and hostess to him. Now, he really did have it all, he still showed her off, and she could understand that. If you looked like she did any man would want to show her off. But sometimes she resented it, sometimes he projected her as a trophy wife, and she would angrily reject it. This had caused embarrassing arguments quickly dowsed by an equally embarrassed husband.

Her home was magnificent, the up keep was enormous but her husband was terrifically wealthy so it never played a part in their lives although he had had installed energy saving devices. An up the date heating system, double glazing, all sort of management things that she had no idea of what they did. The house warm and cosy in winter, and light and airy in summer.

It was twenty bedrooms, ten were en suite. Four reception rooms, three dining rooms which got used as and when necessary due to numbers invited to dinner. She had four permanent staff, and brought in more when needed. One of the permanent staff was Seth her old gardener. He was a black man. Lady Caroline had employed him fifteen years ago, he had been 50 years old at the time and now he was 65. The sole reason he had got the job was because he was black.

Her husband had said, “no way are we employing a black man, what would people say?”

Caroline had reared up at him at those words, Seth got the job, and what a success he had been. The gardens, which Caroline took a great and active interest in were in pristine condition, due in some part to her own efforts, she was a keen gardener, and she had learned a lot from Seth. And unknown to anyone, she was secretly excited by him. She liked black men, and she had had some explosive orgasms with a black man in her mind when her husband had made love to her.

She had made love with a black boy in college, just to find out if it was true that all her friends had told her about black willies! In her case it hadn’t been true, but never the less, that occasion had stayed with her all her life. For the last twenty or more years she had wondered, it had never been an obsession, but it popped into her mind now and again. She had even thought about Seth’s cock, would his be the huge one? But the old saying of ‘never shitting on your own doorstep’ had relinquished the thoughts as quickly as she had had them.

Lady Caroline had been brought up by moderately well off parents, she had had a great upbringing, she had a brother that she loved dearly and was in constant touch, even though he was now a successful man in the USA. She had gone to college, got the required degrees and at the end of term party which had been a riot, she had been introduced to her to be husband, who had been invited simply because his family were large benefactors.

He had been smitten from the get go. He pursued the gloriously beautiful woman with as much energy as he could, and eventually he had won her. The life he showed her knocked her socks off. Her true friends knew she had no inkling of his life at the beginning, but those who were jealous had decided that she was a gold digger.

Caroline was now 42 years old and time had been kind to her, she was still a very beautiful and sensuous woman who could and did turn heads where ever she went. Tallish at 5ft 7″ a still gorgeous head of natural ash silk blond hair, she did high light it but none knew, it was her secret. She didn’t over do it though; she had no intention of joining the peroxide brigade! She often wore it up, but when it was down it reached past her shoulders.

Her complexion had grown with her, it wasn’t the flawless perfection it once had been, and there were tiny lines at the corners of her still amazingly deep blue yes. Her high cheekbones lent power to her eyes too. They enhanced her natural beauty. She escort ataköy was the consummate beautiful older woman, the young mans wet dream, and including many older men too. She still received many offers?

Her face was picturesque, a straight nose rounded gently at the tip, she carried her head high, this gave her a look and perception of aloofness that she certainly wasn’t, but it protected her in a way from some ardent fans. Her mouth was generous, full lipped, the upper one very slightly larger than the lower. This gave her the photogenic look she had. She had indeed adorned many a magazine in the past, and only last week she had appeared in Vogue.

Her husband had encouraged her to let the odd magazine interview and photo her, she had done this because she knew it helped him in the business world. He received invites to places and meetings simply because possible business deals would be enhanced by her very presence, especially those over seas lecherous Arabs. She had been what he wanted her to be, and fended off all generous kind offers of everything from jewels, to even an air plane of her own!

She was proud of her body, she was as fit now as she had been when she was 20 years old, yes she had put on a few pounds but it all synced with her totally. Her breasts were still full and sensitive, she liked that. Her pussy was kept neat and trimmed, just as she insisted her garden was kept, ‘if only Seth knew,’ she would giggle and say to herself!

Caroline had one blemish in her life, one she didn’t really regret but vowed it would never happen again. She had got drunk one night, which in itself was something of an aberration, she never over indulged. It had happened when had been in London on her own shopping. The young hotel night porter had helped her to bed, and seduced her, in her drunken state she was all for it, ‘cock,’ she had told him, ‘I need your cock,’ she had slurred, as he worked her nipples as he had carried her to her room.

She remembered the man; he was off duty when she had risen the following morning with a huge hangover. He had fucked her long and hard, and, bless him, he had used a condom. She remembered the orgasms she had under him, crying out to him as she thundered over the edge. Then she woke up on her own. She packed, and left immediately and never once returned to that hotel.

Her only regret was that he hadn’t been black because he had had a good sized cock, bigger than her husbands and that was why she had had the huge orgasms. It was one of those things that descend on you as you get older, as time passes by you start to think, ‘hey ho, never mind, my chances of experiencing it has probably gone now.’

But fate was about to take a hand in a big way, a way that would change her life style.

Lady Caroline called Seth into her kitchen, he sensed something was wrong, he could see it in her eyes, was he about to be fired? He was 65 now maybe he was being replaced by someone fitter, more able?

“Seth,” she said in her sweet melodic voice, he loved it, and he loved her if the truth was known, he had often said to himself, ‘oh if only I was 20 or 30 years younger, I’d do her right well.’ He had seen the look in her magnetic blue eyes. He knew, she had told him silently, unknowingly, that she wanted him, or wanted black, to try black, to even be blacked. Lady Caroline wanted black, she sent him the silent message.

She knew the saying that all women who wanted to try it knew, ‘once you go black, you don’t go back,’ but Lady Caroline didn’t believe it, she knew it wouldn’t alter her life greatly if she ever got to go down that particularly and unknown to her, treacherous path. Was she a closet ‘black cock slut?’ ‘Lady Caroline Carter a black cock bitch?’ The thought was as fantastic to him as it was implausible for him to even think about it, let alone attempt it. He knew where he would end up, in jail!

“Seth, the large tree at the bottom of the garden, over the last two years it has blocked the view of the moors and land more and more, trimming hasn’t worked, it’s grown even bigger, I think it’s time we thought about digging it out?”

Seth sank into the chair at the table, the one he had pictured himself as he had fucked her white ass. He was so relieved at what she had said.

“Maam, are you sure, it’s quite old?”

“Yes I know, I’ve had a tree surgeon look at it and he tells me it was probably fall over in the next two years. I’ve cleared it with the local council, and its okay to do it, can you handle it?” Her voice washed over him, his prick hardened. Even at 65 Seth was still a man, and he was still an active man too, his wife would confirm that. He was sat in the presence of a beautiful sexy white woman, miles above his station.

“Maam, I have a grandson who needs some work, he goes to college in 3 months, I can get him, and he’s a big strong boy maam?” he told her.

“Fine Seth, I don’t know if we have the kind of tools for such a task, but buy escort avcılar what you need from the account, I’ll leave it with you, alright?” She rose from the table, turned to leave, he was being dismissed but he didn’t mind, she could dismiss him all she wanted. He watched her drift out and looked longingly at her as she went. ‘Oh Lady, if only you knew?’ He thought, he rubbed his prick, looks like the wife is going to get this instead, and he laughed.

Seth checked the tree it was large one, so he spent some time picturing in his mind how to tackle it, get to the top, lop off branches and work your self down. Then the trunk, that would be the most difficult, he knew how deep a tree root could go, it wouldn’t be done in a few days, it would probably take a couple of weeks.

Seth brought his 19 year old grandson Toby, he introduced him to Lady Caroline, and he could see she was immediately impressed, not only was he polite and well spoken, but he was a confident young man. He saw her eyes light up as she studied him in the way only a woman can study a man, she appraised him in moments, and Seth knew she had admired him.

Lady Caroline walked with them into the garden, it was early summer and the weather was lovely. She was wearing calf length boots with no heel, a skirt that swished around the top of them, and a poncho type top. Her shirt collar was stuck out at the top, and long sleeved with the cuffs turned up. She looked magnificent; he saw Toby’s eyes nearly pop out of his head.

‘You play your cards right here laddie,’ he told himself, ‘and you might get more than root and branch!’ Then another long held thought popped into his lecherous head, ‘and maybe I would too, I’ll have to work on it, and her?’

Seth had over the years targeted white women, and he had been successful too. He had been a prolific lover of disenchanted white wives. They were easy prey for him, in his younger days he had been the consummate black seducer, good looking, tall powerful, confident, and as a lot of women had found out, a very dominant personality. Now his grandson was taking up the mantle, but there were still fires burning in the older man, and he intended to stoke Lady Caroline’s boiler room given the chance.

He made an excuse and left to go to his shed leaving them alone, he knew his grandson was a smooth operator, he had got it off his father, who had got it off him.

He heard the Lady laughing and giggling in a schoolgirl way, he was at her already, ‘fucking hell,’ he said to himself. ‘He’ll have her eating out of his hand soon!’ Toby was over 6ft, broad and muscular, very good looking, perfect teeth that were dazzling when he smiled. He was dressed in a close fitting but a not too tight black cotton top, shorts that almost touched his knees that were tight. Super strong legs supported his young manly frame. And a good thick bulge at the front of them. Caroline had noticed that, oh how she had noticed that!

Lady Caroline was heating up, she was stood next to a man who had filled her dreams and thoughts on and off for 20 odd years. Her beautiful face was flushed, her nipples were hard and tingling, her lower half was buzzing, her thoughts were running away with her, she was trying to talk, but her mind was talking to her. She made an excuse and said she had to go now. Toby put his hand on her shoulder and asked her if she was alright.

“Yes,” she stammered, the feel of his hand there made her cringe with excitement, looking up into his massive brown eyes. “I’ll catch you later.” And she was gone.

Seth wandered over, “what do you think Toby?” He asked.

“I think we’ll need longer ladders granddad.” He said.

“I’m not talking about the tree, idiot,” he smiled, “I’m talking about Lady Caroline.”

“Wow granddad, she is one beautiful lady, she’s gorgeous, I know I shouldn’t say this, but because you are my granddad I will. She is hot granddad, very hot, I like her, if only, hey?”

“Yes Toby you are right, and if you don’t mind a little advice?”

“Go on granddad, you know I always listen and believe what you say.”

“She has the hots for you son, she is a closet black cock lover, she just needs showing.”

“Granddad, how do you know that, you can’t do, can you?”

“Believe me Toby I know, you handle it right son. You’ll get her boy, no problem.”

“Bloody hell granddad, you sure?” and he looked back at the window, he saw curtains twitch, had she been looking at him?

Lady Caroline had indeed been looking at him, and if she knew what they were talking about they would be out of a job immediately. But her pussy was in action, her nipples growling at her. She went up stairs and took care of herself with Toby’s powerful frame naked in her mind. She had an atomic orgasm; she had to bite the bed clothes to silence herself.

The following day they started on the tree, Seth supporting the ladder at the bottom, Toby at the top lopping branches, soon they had to stop to clear escort küçükçekmece away the debris. Lady Caroline brought them drinks, much to the chagrin of her newly married kitchen maid, who was also enamoured with the powerful young man up the ladder. Married only 7 months her new husband hadn’t even tried to get a job, he just sat in front of the TV everyday.

At lunch time she called them into the kitchen where the maid had done a superb rabbit pie. Lady Caroline shooed her away. Toby was now well aware of the good lady; he had his charms firmly fixed on her. Seth had told him how to operate around her. He gave her many admiring glances, and lots of puppy dog looks that he knew could tempt any woman. He had practised at school and even got one of the young married cleaning staff in a cupboard one evening.

That night Caroline had a sex session with young Toby in her head, she was becoming more and more fixated about him. The bulge in his pants was almost more than she could handle, she just couldn’t stop taking secret glances at it, glances that were well observed by Toby and then told to his granddad.

She was becoming totally inflamed by his dark good looks, his strong powerful body, the gracefulness of his youth. In truth she was seducing herself for him. Lady Caroline was becoming the architect of her own downfall. Toby didn’t have to do anything but give her the looks, let her see his bulging prick whenever she was close by, which was getting more frequent. And his prick really was at attention too. Whenever Toby wasn’t up the tree Seth made himself scarce.

Toby by this time had taking to touching her, by the elbow, his hand on her back, resting innocently on her shoulder as they chatted. Holding her hand as he helped her step over logs and the like, His deep brown eyes totally focussed on her deeper blue ones, ones he was trying to hypnotise. He wasn’t a hypnotist but he was winning any battle that might have been going on.

Caroline for her part loved chatting with him, his enthusiasm, his energy spiked her. His broad knowledge of the world for one so young enthralled her. And now she was slowly taking to wearing the sort of dresses or skirts and tops that were not meant for working days in the garden, even tight jeans were bought and worn. Lady Caroline Carter was burying herself. Toby also dressed for the part, making sure everything he wore was with her in mind, to ensure she concentrated solely on him, and it worked too.

Then came the weekend, the staff were gone until the Monday, Caroline valued her free time, a quiet house, her husband was still in London. She wondered at herself behaving like she were a silly sixteen year old smitten schoolgirl. Practically throwing herself at Toby, she was so glad they hadn’t noticed. What would Seth think if he knew? She had no idea how ludicrous that idea was. The beautiful blond Lady Caroline was practically being led by the nose by them, Toby doing the leading, Seth doing the orchestrating.

Saturday morning Lady Caroline awoke with an urgent need, she was horny. She had actually dreamt of Toby, and that was a first. She had dreamed that he had been on a sandy tropical beach somewhere, and she had walked naked out of the sea and into his strong arms, he had kissed her, then the dream ended so annoyingly.

She was lying in bed, slowly playing with her nicely trimmed pussy; she was heading for a blow out! She could feel it. Then she heard a loud noise outside, wondering what it was she rose and went to the window. She saw Toby climbing the ladder; he seemed to be on his own.

Dressing quickly in a knee length skirt, and a designer shirt, made in the style of a man’s, she hurried out to see him, they chatted, he fixed her with his now mesmeric eyes, held hers and soon she was in internal disarray. Making stuttering excuses the mortally wounded Lady said she would make him a breakfast.

While she was in the kitchen she heard a bang and a shout, looking out she saw the ladder and Toby on the grassed lawn. She raced out to him, threw herself down and cradled his head.

“Oh Toby, Toby, are you alright?” She was in fear of him being hurt.

“I think so maam,” he told her painfully.

“Where does it hurt, what have you done, where are you injured, I’ll call an ambulance.”

“No maam,” he whispered, “I’m okay, but my shoulder hurts a little, perhaps if I went in?”

“Oh yes, yes Toby.” She helped him up and aided him into the house.

He knew she was on her own this weekend, and he had also known he was here on his own; his granddad was not appearing this morning. Therefore an accident had been arranged. He had watched her, and when her back was turned he dropped the ladder down and dropped himself beside it. It had worked like a dream, now the next bit was the tricky bit.

She helped him in and pulled out a chair, but he staggered on and into the large sitting room, looking around he decided which sofa he would use, the largest one, and headed for that. Lady Caroline helped him. He lowered himself down with lots of little grunts, then said, “this is no good maam, the floor maybe?”

“Lady Caroline agreed straight away and helped him down onto his stomach, not seeing him pop the stud of his shorts, and not hearing the zip flash down either. And certainly not seeing the fact that he had no underwear on.

You know it’s that time of year when you get all the copper-bearing bottom paint, the power sander, rollers, extensions and tape and head down to your sailboat for three days to redo the bottom in preparation for re-launching it for the sailing season. Old clothes, a tall ladder to get up into the boat with and the pleasure of a shower each day after the mess is over with until the next when it’s dry and you finally put the last coat on. It’s 75 miles each way to where the boat is kept out on land for the winter so I usually go down and sleep on the boat a couple of nights and use the marina’s heated showers and bathroom. The television on the boat works and there’s a heater when I hook the boat up to the yard’s electric power just like it is in it’s slip and hooked up to 120 volt shore power. The two or three days has lots of meals eaten at the local restaurants, a couple of extra blankets aboard and a certain amount of satisfaction when you’re done. This year looked to me to be a pretty easy year with little scraping and straight forward painting. When I left I told my wife Sarah that I wouldn’t be more than three days but if I could do it in two I’d use the cell phone and call to let her know I’d be home earlier. We’ve been married awhile and a few days away never hurt anything given the normal nature of that with her work schedule and mine. I miss her and all her soft freckles but it is always nice when I get home too.

This year everything went right. The weather cooperated, the ablative coating was thin enough to need only minimal sanding and by 4 o’clock on Sunday I was done. I decided to go to the showers, get cleaned up, head home and surprise Sarah. Wouldn’t be much of a surprise if I called her so……..I didn’t I did stop and buy her a pot full of blooming daffodils which had been forced over the winter and sat it on the car’s front seat while I hummed my way homeward, expecting to pleasantly surprise Sarah. The car glided around the last bend and up our driveway while I relaxed, happy to finally be home with the boat prep task done for another year. The porch light was off and there was a bicycle in the driveway, a bicycle which wasn’t ours. I didn’t think much about it though it was a little unusual at 7:30 on a dark Sunday evening.

I walked around the bike and thought that it looked almost like Dr. Edward Offeou’s, the husband of a Nigerian couple who lived in a 4,000 square foot home three doors from us. Curious thing but we all were friends or at least nodding acquaintances. It is my habit to walk back to the garden and check the plants before I go inside and I followed my habit that night as well. The garden was fine and I turned back towards the house and car to lock it and go in and surprise Sarah. As I turned, I noticed the master bedroom lights were on with the shades still partially open. You could see in easily because of the low light inside, just enough light inside and dark outside so that no one could easily see who was outside. I detoured over there to see what it looked like inside while standing beyond the window in the darkness of the night. The sidewalk was one narrow flowerbed from the two bedroom windows. I stopped when I got to the first one and looked in.

Surprise would be putting mildly what my eyes saw and my heart felt as it suddenly thumped over. There was my wife. As far as I knew, she had never cheated and neither had I but when I looked in I was completely shocked to see the dark black skin of Edward on his back laid across the cream colored sheets of our king sized bed. Next to him was my very naked wife Sarah on hands and knees with her eyes focused on the center of Edward’s sable groin where an enormous erection was waving, standing as tall as a fir tree and every inch as firm. Her breasts hung down and were brushing back and forth over his thighs as she savored the wet tip of his cock. I could see her stomach where it sagged below the dark bush that marked her parted legs, legs that were moving in little, regular movements. My heart stopped and my breathing stuttered while I attempted to take it all in. At first, I couldn’t, wouldn’t believe it.

During the time I was grasping the reality of what I saw, Sarah reached out and put one hand at the base of his stomach and curled her slim fingers and palm around his cock in his curly hair then pulled the skin upwards over the ridge of his head while she watched with parted lips and obvious lust. Her naked knees were apart and she was almost panting. Her butt was totally exposed and obviously ready as she scooted it my way.. I’d never seen her from an angle like this while we had sex. Her opening was two swollen lips wet with her juices or perhaps his and very, very ready for him to enter her. It was damned exciting in a perverse sort of way and stopped me cold, not even worrying about the fact that it was my wife I was watching. I was surprised but did nothing to stop it. As I stood, they continued, passion totally their master.

As her curled hand pulled the escort şişli skin upwards, it slid over the helmeted head of his huge cock and hid it beneath the rich black skin, leaving only the outline, which she dripped one drop of spit on. Obviously, he had an uncircumcised and very large cock. I wasn’t small or average, maybe above average, but this was enough to get any woman who got this far to go the rest of the way. The contrast between his dark skin on the sheets and my wife’s fair skin was a tableau that just never occurred any other way and kept me speechless and motionless. I ought to have run in and shot the bastard or maybe both of them but I didn’t. Instead, I just stood there doing something I’d never done before …..I watched.

Edward, on the other hand was very involved and tensed the muscles of his butt which pushed his cockhead towards her face as he reached out for one of her swinging breasts and held her nipple between his fingers and thumb and pulled as her hand peeled the skin back down the shaft to reveal the pinkish head of his cock with it’s wet little drip of clear lubricant which oozed out of the slit at the top. It was too much for Sarah who swallowed it with one gulp, obviously wrapping her tongue around the shaft, laving it with spit and passion. Her other hand found his balls and lifted them from the sheets, rolled them in her palm. As she did, she started bucking her hips, which were now facing me. Her bottom was open and her vagina swollen and rounded on both sides with moisture lacing the long joint where her lips came together undulating down the length.

As I watched, her hips stopped, jiggled then started to move rhythmically until she took her mouth off his cock and said something I couldn’t hear to Edward. It was all he needed as he hoisted her up then helped her straddle his legs with hers, putting her pussy right over the head of his cock. She reached down as they kissed and guided the head against her vagina lips. No more than one rub up and one part way down and she slammed her hips over it and forced it inside her with one powerful and needy shove.

They stroked like that at least five or six times before her stomach muscles coiled and ground, started that squeezing inside which meant she was cumming. When she did, she pushed her hips down as he pulled until Edward’s cock was inside her all the way to the curly hair at the base, expanding her width and making her head tip back and cry out as she came. Her splatter came oozing out past her pussy lips, which sealed imperfectly now against Edward’s wide cock and ran down his balls as she came and came in pulse after pulse. I could see that he couldn’t help himself then as he thrust the big cock upward carrying her entire body with it as he came in pulse after pulse of creamy, rich and very white liquid which joined hers both inside and running down her thighs..

It was too much. My cock was strong as a rock and at the same time I wanted to kill both of them and go on watching forever. It was hard to tell which and impossible for me to decide what to do next. Somehow, barging in didn’t seem to be the thing to do any longer so, out of an absence of real conviction, I went back to the car, left the driveway to drive around the block and cool off for ten or fifteen minutes. When I was cooler, I decided that the cell phone might be the first thing for me to do, maybe call her and see what she would do when she heard I was ten minutes away.

I dialed and it rang three times before she picked it up. It was very quiet on her end when I told her I’d finished early and had a pot full of flowers for her in ten minutes when I’d be home. She was valiant, hardly did more than one quick breath as she told me she’d be taking a shower when I got there and would be ready when I got home. I hung up, looked at my watch and waited ten minutes. In less than five minutes, Edward came out with his underwear wadded mostly into a pocket, grabbed his bike and rode out of our driveway and quickly over to his house. When he got in his driveway he turned to look at our house and smiled the biggest, whitest smile I’d ever seen. In ten, I pulled in the driveway and took the flowers and my sailing stuff inside and put the painting stuff away before saying ‘hello’ into the master bathroom. It was always nice to see a freshly made bed and a clean wife after being gone two days. There was a sort of new room deodorant spray smell in the room, which was pleasant but doubtless covered up the musky smell of sex.

Somehow, I managed a hello and revealed nothing. Sarah finished her shower and must have been the greatest actress ever to join me and act like absolutely nothing had happened other than red skin and wide eyes presumably from her shower. I suppose I was hurt but at the same time, I had been wildly excited and knew that in the cosmic calculus, she “owed” me one. It would be one I’d never taken and I kind of liked the idea that I could do the escort çapa same and be guilt free. Maybe after I had, I would bring it all up and we could regain our balance.

Time would tell as we spent the evening as we always did before bed. In bed, she was unreal, sucking my cock and fucking me like there was no tomorrow even sliding her ass over it, which was usually only a birthday treat. This wasn’t all bad since I was the only one who knew that I knew!

By Monday, I was back in the groove and we returned to work, her at hers and me at mine. Nothing happened while we were around each other constantly and two weeks passed with me wondering when I ought to see about getting my little guilt-free affair in to balance the cosmic calculus. Truth is, I had no clue.

The problem took care of itself a week later. I work at home some days and this Tuesday was one of those days. Sarah went in to work while I stayed in the house and worked all morning in my studio. At noon, I took a break and went outside for a walk. I circled the development and returned walking past Edward’s house and beginning to think about what had happened once again. When I got near the garage, I could see his wife, Bahia, inside, clearly agitated and upset. I said hello and she only waved which was unusual so I walked up the drive to see if I could help.

When I got there, I could see she had been crying. I didn’t need to say anything because she stopped with a decisive nod of her head to herself and motioned me to come closer, come into the garage where she was standing.

“Bill, I’m glad you came over. Please come inside with me. There is something I have to talk about with you.”

I was pretty sure I knew that it was going to come out or already had about her Edward and my Sarah and I nervously hesitated. She reached out and touched my hand with hers saying, “Come on, silly. I won’t bite.”

She turned and walked the length of the garage hips flowing beneath her soft dress as I followed her through it then up the few steps into the house. When we were inside she reached around for the garage opener and triggered it down. “We don’t need stray pets in here. Come in. Can I get you a soft drink? A beer maybe?”

Bahia was a very light skinned black woman perhaps with a hint of European somewhere in her background. She was tall at 5′ 10″ and had a narrow waist with generous hips atop long and slender legs. Her neck was elegant and her eyes piercing with soft, dark hair fashioned European as much as African in style. When she turned and asked me for the beer, I couldn’t help but notice her breasts swinging freely where they swelled the top of her simple dress, obviously without the benefit of a bra. If you were into counting size, I’d have to guess 42DD and full nipples. It was enough to get a reaction from my libido.

She cut right to the chase. “You know about Edward and Sarah?”

All I could do was take a sip and nod before calming her with the only question I could think to ask. “Bahia, do you think it was just this once?”

She sniffled, firmed up then said, “Yes, just once with Sarah.”

“How do you feel about it, Bahia?”

“You know, I’m hurt, worried, all that. He’s been in demand before and I’ve had to find a way to live with it. Have you and Sarah talked about it too?”

“No. In fact, she doesn’t know I saw them. I got home early and happened to walk around back and see them through the window. There’s no justification for my standing outside like an idiot and watching but that is what I did. I felt like a voyeur and called on the cell phone then waited until Edward left before I came in. Cowardly, I guess.”

“I’ve never watched anyone else do it. Maybe that’s exciting. Don’t beat yourself up over it. If you watched, you know why she had Edward, don’t you?”

He just nodded then followed the nod with an answer. “He’s striking and,” He paused here. “He’s big, very big and very black.”

“Exactly. Well, I wouldn’t hold it against her, she’s not his first.” She looked sideways and puzzled, she asked, “By the way, why didn’t you say something to her?” She looked curiously at him, rubbing her shoulder with one hand while she waited for an answer.

He stumbled and fumbled for words at the directness of her question. “Well, I, ah, uh, I sort of figured it was part of the Cosmic Calculus.”

She pulled her head up and her eyes regained their smile as she whipped the following towards him. “The what?”

“I’ve never cheated and now I figure I am owed one. After that I was going to tell her and see where it lead.”

She laughed enough to shake the big breasts resting inside her cotton dress. “The Cosmic Calculus, eh. Has it worked out for you yet?”

Explosively, he snorted. “Christ, Bahia, I haven’t done anything, nothing, zip, nada.”

Bahia’s eyes flashed at him and she put her elegantly long hand out touching his knee. “Want to?”

The thought escort bahçeşehir hadn’t occurred to him so he stumbled with his feelings for a minute before saying: “With you?”

She looked straight into his eyes and nodded before saying, “Now. It’s time I got my share of the Cosmic Calculus as well.”

Now even more stunned than he had been looking through the window the other night, all he could think of was to repeat his question. “Here, with us?”

“Uh, huh.” When the word left her lips, she winked, reached up, opened the top of her dress and spilled the biggest breasts he’d ever seen out. “Hold them. You won’t regret it.”

They swung from the middle of her chest out to the sides and back, heavy with flesh and firmness as she moved his hand to the bottom of her right breast and helped it cup her aureole and nipple; hold the weight in his hand.

She looked down and parted her lips when she sighed with the feelings his touch sent through her body. “Hal, look at how white your hand looks against my skin? Isn’t it wonderful?”

He melted with one look around to be sure they were alone before nodding and moving his head closer to hers, feeling the heat of her lips which were without makeup but wide and somewhat thicker than Sarah’s; sensual just by existing. Their lips touched and she moved her legs apart but closer to him, shimmying and shaking to drop the dress from her hips leaving her standing with swaying breasts and a pair of white high-cut panties. Her mouth opened and his tongue went inside hers as she did the same to him. Below, her hand had coursed across his chest and unbuckled his belt and his pants which dropped and allowed him to step away, dressed only in his boxers.

Bahia sucked on his tongue and pushed her other breast against him as her hand slid inside his shorts and found his balls at the bottom which she cradled and rolled in her palm before feeling upward and moving around his fully engaged cock. The touch was electric and he pulled back from her lips approvingly.

As he did so, she whispered in his ear, “This is only the second cock I’ve ever touched, Hal, but it’s the second big one I’ve had and I’m going to make love with you until your Cosmic Calculus is balanced again.”

Before he could move, she dropped to her knees, big breasts sliding down his front and over his cock and sucked the head inside her mouth. He could see her lips sealing around it and feel the warmth of his head at the back of her throat as her tongue moved over and around his shaft, cushioning it, cradling it, heating it with her moisture. “No white woman could ever match the ability of her large tongue and lips to suck a cock,” was the only thought that ran through his mind. Certainly Sarah hadn’t been able to come close. He had died and gone to heaven as she held his balls and sucked his cock, inhaling through her nose in noisy, passionate breaths.

Over her back he looked down the bumps of her spine to where her hips divided. He could see the heart shape of her butt and the tips of her vaginal lips and hair as they glistened, swelled and moved with her efforts. The more he watched, the more he wanted his cock inside her.

She must have felt it and moved easily when he asked her, “Bahia, honey, I want you and I want you now. Let’s go to the bedroom and do this on your bed, right where Edward might do it with you!”

Her slurp as his cock slipped out of her mouth was answer enough before she sprinted away down the hall, big butt cheeks flying and legs churning as he raced to catch up.

She fell on the bed and rolled on her back as she pulled her legs up to her tits and offered her self to him. He stopped and touched it, the first black lips he had ever touched. She jerked and ground her hips at the touch but moaned happily as he returned and parted her lips with his finger to reveal the pinkest inner vagina he’d ever seen surrounded by dark skin. It was too much and his head bobbed as his tongue touched her button at the top of the keyhole. She screamed, “Shit, Hal. Shit, Shit, Shit. Screw me. Take me now.”

His cock was dripping his own juices as he slid his tongue up her vagina and then down and dug it into her pink, moist opening. He took his time and moved inside her three times before he noticed her tummy starting to jerk spasmodically. Quickly, he raised his head and positioned his cock in front of her pussy and guided it with his hand. He took the head and placed it just below her clit and gently pushed enough to bury the rim with her outer lips before sliding it lower and lower until her push swallowed and enveloped him. When he felt his wide head spreading her opening then getting past it, he picked up his pace and begin stroking into her and out, into and out as he felt her anus with a little wet finger and sucked the nipple she offered him. When he released it she grunted and turned her large tit to herself and sucked the same nipple while he watched and drove his cock against her cervix as her heat flooded him with her first orgasm. He stopped, let his cock fill her then when her last spasm was done he withdrew partly until the top of his cock was raking the rough little patch of skin inside her body directly behind her clit. He raked it once then again as he moved up and back inside her, never moving more than an inch.