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Kate and I had been seeing each other for more than six months now. After crossing paths for ten years, we’d finally become an item last summer.

From the outset, we’d agreed to an open relationship. ‘Open’ in the sense that, while we would always be each other’s primary lover, there would also – especially in Kate’s case – be others. I readily accepted this: she was the most intoxicating woman I’d ever known, and I was determined not to let her slip away.

It was now January, and the weather was literally the worst on record. Frigid temperatures, blizzards, relentless wind… We were both getting cabin fever.

As a freelance photographer, I’d always travelled extensively for my work. Much of my time had been spent in the tropics, and I began thinking about where we could possibly go to escape the endless cycle of snow, freezing rain, and sleet.

I considered the options. The Seychelles: too far. Mexico: too crowded. Australia: too hot, now that climate change had taken hold down under.

I thought about the year I’d spent in Bali back in my early thirties. It had been a special time: lamp-lit nights with the sound of gamelan music playing in the distance, amazing food, friendly people.

While living there, I’d become friends with Jean-Marc, a Swiss-French anthropologist studying Balinese culture. We hadn’t spoken for years, but I managed to track him down via Skype. He was still living in Bali, in the up-island town of Ubud.

Jean-Marc was overjoyed to hear from me again, and immediately extended an invitation for us to visit. He knew of a secluded, private bungalow that we could rent on the outskirts of town, and was happy to make the arrangements for us. I jumped at the chance.

Kate had never been to Asia, and at first seemed reluctant to travel such a long distance. But as she started doing her research, she became more and more intrigued by Bali, and by the town of Ubud in particular. The cultural capital of the island, Ubud is a town deeply steeped in Balinese art and tradition.

Finally convinced, Kate agreed to come with me. I splurged, and booked a one-month trip for mid-February.

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We arrived at Denpasar airport after a 15-hour flight via Hong Kong.

The climate felt thick: hot, humid, with the scent of spices, wood smoke and diesel mixing in the air. It was still the rainy season, so there were fewer tourists about, and the pace was more relaxed than I expected.

Kate – exhausted from the long trip but wide-eyed with excitement – gazed out the window of the taxi as we drove up into the hill country towards Ubud. She looked a bit lost, but also tremendously happy.

Slightly flushed with the heat, her hair was pinned up off her neck. She wore a loose cotton blouse, comfortable silk harem pants, and practical sandals. Although she hadn’t visited many tropical countries, she’d done her research for this trip, and looked every bit the seasoned traveller.

We arrived in Ubud late in the afternoon, and the taxi took us straight to the bungalow. Jean-Marc had invited us to visit him at his house the next day, after we’d settled in.

As the taxi pulled up the private drive, Kate stared, fascinated.

The old, colonial-era house had been built into the side of a large valley. Only one storey tall, it had a steep, pitched roof, and rested on tall wooden stilts at the front. It was shaded on all sides by a deep, open veranda. In the far distance, rice paddies shimmered on the other side of the valley. A small, winding river sparkled on the valley floor below.

There were no other houses close by. For Bali, the place was incredibly private.

I pulled our bags out of the taxi, paid the driver, and stood there with Kate, drinking it in. A stray chicken ran noisily across the pathway into the bushes. Kate jumped, surprised, and then giggled.

We walked to the house. Built back in the early 1900’s, it was very traditional. Well-worn teak plank floors glowed softly in the late afternoon sun. There was a small, simple kitchen with a sitting area, an open living room, and a large bedroom with an antique four-poster bed. A mosquito net hung down over the bed, suspended from the ceiling. The home’s wide eaves shaded the huge wrap-around porch from the tropical sun.

Outside, off the kitchen, was a large secluded courtyard. It was enclosed by a tall stone wall covered in flowering vines. An ancient outdoor shower was built into the far corner.

The place was more than I could have wished for.

Standing on the front veranda, staring far down into the valley, Kate looked mesmerized.

I took her by the hand, and said, “Jean-Marc said there’s one more thing…”

Leading her down the steps at the front of the house, we walked along a narrow path densely bordered with high vegetation. There was a clearing up ahead. As we stepped out into the open area, Kate gasped in surprise.

A small, spring-fed infinity pool had bostancı escort been built into the hillside, overlooking the valley.

Kate squealed, clapping her hands with delight. She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me.

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Bags unpacked, I introduced Kate to the intricacies of Balinese plumbing. While the bathroom had been updated with a western-style toilet and sink, it was the traditional outdoor shower that caught her attention.

“Jesus,” she said, drinking it in.

“Want to try it?” I asked.

“Oh yes please,” she responded eagerly.

She scampered into the house, and came back a few moments later, now wrapped in a bath towel and carrying a small bar of soap in her hand.

Stepping up to the shower, she let her towel drop to the ground. Her lithe body glowed in the setting sun. She had wonderfully firm breasts, a taut ass, and a willowy waist. Even after six months, I couldn’t see her naked without getting intensely turned on.

Reaching out, she twisted the old-fashioned brass lever. Water began flowing generously from the showerhead.

She stepped in under the water with a sharp intake of breath, her nipples immediately hardening. Turning to face me, she said, “Join me?”

I stripped off my clothes and walked towards her, my stiff cock bobbing in front of me. She smiled at me coyly, and then turned away, soaping her breasts and shoulders.

Stepping up behind her, I placed my hands on her hips, and slid my shaft up against the crack of her ass. She sighed happily, handed the soap to me, and then leaned forward slightly, placing the palms of her hands against the wall.

“I’ve been waiting for this since we got on the plane,” she murmured, bouncing herself playfully back against my cock. She shifted her legs slightly apart, and leaned over further. I stepped back to look at her from behind. The bud of her ass and her glistening pussy were on full display.

I started soaping her at the top of her ass cheeks, and then worked my hand patiently downwards, swirling a thumb gently over her asshole, then moving lower still, down over the slit between her legs, and then up the other side, to her clit.

“Yesssss,” she hissed. “Like that…”

I massaged her nub with two fingers, and then began working my way back down again. I fondled her labia, and – just for a second – slipped the tip of my index finger into her cunt before sliding my hand back up to her rear. She shuddered with excitement.

I gently soaped the puckered bud of her ass, stroking it with the tip of my finger. I watched it gradually relax, opening up to me. Easing my finger in part way, I began gently fingering her ass as she groaned audibly. Once or twice she thrust herself backwards, trying to push my finger deeper inside.

Teasing her, I stopped, and slowly pulled out.

“Noooooo…” she groaned, waggling her ass from side to side in frustration.

Taking my cock in hand, I moved it up against the lips of her pussy, and began sliding the tip up and down her slit.

She shifted her legs farther apart, quietly humming to herself.

I pressed the head of my cock against her opening, and slid easily into her cunt as she pushed back against me. She stopped when I was half way in.

“There,” she breathed. “Now you do the rest.” One of her hands moved down and began fondling her clit.

I thrust forward, smoothly burying my cock in her up to the hilt. I stopped for a moment, breathing hard.

“Fuuuuuukkk,” Kate warbled, her ass and legs quivering. “Ok… ok…” she mumbled, gathering her thoughts and steadying herself.

I began gently fucking her from behind, as her fingers fluttered lightly over her clit.

“Yes… yes…yes…yes…” she chanted, matching my thrusts with her own backward movements.

We settled into the steady, familiar rhythm of slow-fucking – moving together, pulling away, moving together again, both of us groaning with pleasure.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, I silently came, spurting warmly inside her.

She began rapidly grinding her clit with the heel of her hand. “Don’t stop… not yet… don’t… don’t…” she pleaded, on the verge. I started thrusting forcefully into her, still light-headed from my orgasm.

Her legs stiffened, and she slammed almost violently back against me, wailing as she came. I could feel her muscles contracting, squeezing my cock again and again.

Her hand dropped away from her pussy. She put it back on the wall to support herself, her legs shaking slightly.

As I starting pulling out, she whispered, “No… stay. I want to feel you grow soft…”

We stood there, motionless and gasping for breath, as my shaft gradually relaxed inside her.

It was glorious.

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After a long, deep sleep, we woke in the morning to the sound of roosters beykoz escort crowing in the distance. Cicadas droned in the trees beside the house. It was going to be a hot day.

After showering and dressing, we ate a light breakfast of honey, fruit and yoghurt prepared by the bungalow’s caretaker. We called for a taxi, and drove to Jean-Marc’s house on the other side of town.

Driving through the centre of Ubud was an eye-opener for Kate. The streets were crowded with Balinese dressed in both traditional and western clothing. Tourists, children, chickens, dogs… it was pandemonium after the quiet seclusion of the bungalow. We loved it.

Arriving at Jean-Marc’s, we paid off the driver, and got out of the taxi.

He lived in a type of house that had once been common in Bali. Large, with a palm-thatched roof, it was open on all four sides to let the breeze pass through. Looking at the house was like gazing back a century to a much simpler time.

Jean-Marc bounded down the front steps, arms spread wide in greeting. Excited by our arrival, he bear-hugged me, and then turned to look at Kate.

“Ahhh, Kate,” he said, with a strong French accent. He stood back and admired her. “Bienvenue! Welcome to my home.” He clasped her hands in his, and chastely kissed her on both cheeks. Kate looked dazzled.

Jean-Marc was much older than us – probably now in his late sixties. Silver haired, with a healthy girth, he looked much as he did when we’d first met years ago. Life in Bali obviously agreed with him.

When I’d worked in Bali, Jean-Marc and I had come to know each other well. We were naturally drawn together by our interests: he, studying the traditions of Bali; me, photographing them. He had become like an old, favourite uncle to me.

After I left, we’d stayed in touch by email, if only sporadically. But we hadn’t actually seen each other in many years.

Stepping up to his house, we sat down on the front veranda under the generous eaves. His cook brought out a tray of black tea flavoured with ginger.

For more than an hour, we brought each other up to date on our separate lives. Kate listened patiently, gazing around, drinking in the sights and sounds of Balinese daily life.

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Around noon, a young, lithe blonde woman walked up the path towards the house.

This must be Michelle, I thought. Jean-Marc had mentioned that she’d been visiting for the past six weeks.

“Ah!” said Jean-Marc, standing to greet her. “Finally! Michelle! Where have you been?”

The girl, about 18 or 19 years old, stepped gracefully up the stairs and gave Jean-Marc a perfunctory kiss on the cheek. She turned, smiling shyly at Kate and me.

“Kate, Julien – please meet my niece, Michelle,” Jean-Marc said.

Dressed in a simple white cotton dress, she was extraordinary. Of medium height, she had exquisite legs, and a fashion model’s body. I was immediately reminded of my first girlfriend, Margot. Her shape was almost identical.

Michelle’s face was simply perfect: light brown eyes, a pert nose, and full, expressive lips. Her long blonde hair cascaded down around her shoulders. There was something both completely innocent and incredibly sexy about her. I was immediately smitten.

She shook our hands in greeting, her eyes looking down at the ground. “Hallo, Julien. Hallo, Kate,” she murmured in halting English. She sat down with us on the veranda, long legs crossed, her arms gathered together under her extraordinary breasts.

Aside from “Hi,” Kate hadn’t said a word. She sat silently, observing Michelle carefully. I knew Kate well enough to realize that she was also completely taken with this young woman.

Damn, I thought to myself, partly in dismay, and partly with excitement. This may get complicated.

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As Michelle listened quietly, Jean-Marc explained that she had arrived from Switzerland for an extended visit back in early January. Michelle’s family lived in Geneva, and she was studying fine arts at the University of Lausanne. She would be in Bali for one more week before returning home to resume her studies.

Jean-Marc then told Michelle about us. She was already vaguely aware of my background, but knew nothing of Kate.

When Jean-Marc mentioned Kate’s work in the fashion industry, Michelle perked up visibly. Leaning forward, she asked, “What do you do, as a styliste?”

Kate described her job at the high-end salon where she worked, and talked about her work on fashion and film shoots.

Michelle was fascinated. “So, you… you cut hairs?” she asked.

Kate nodded, smiling at Michelle’s slightly mangled English.

“Ah,” Michelle responded, unconsciously running her hand down her own blond tresses. Her hair was beautiful, but could use a trim.

Kate immediately intuited what Michelle was too shy to ask.

“Your hair,” said kurtköy escort Kate. “Has anyone cut it since you’ve been here?”

“Non,” Michelle responded, looking embarrassed.

“Well, it still looks pretty good,” said Kate. “But would you like me to give it a quick trim?”

Michelle broke into a broad smile, looking from Kate to me, and then back at Kate. She nodded eagerly.

“How about tomorrow, at the bungalow? Around ten o’clock?”

“Bien sûr!” Michelle responded excitedly.

The ice now broken, Michelle visibly relaxed, and her painful shyness evaporated. She became almost animated as the conversation progressed, and seemed quite taken with Kate. Kate looked at me and smiled, happy that she’d managed to draw Michelle out of her shell. The three of us were now getting along famously, and Jean-Marc looked pleased.

When we left late that afternoon, Michelle kissed me warmly on the cheek, and gave Kate a big hug.

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“Lovely girl,” Kate remarked, as we drove away in the taxi. “Just stunning.”

I looked at her. “How stunning?” I asked.

“Really stunning,” Kate replied. She squirmed slightly in her seat and smiled, appearing lost in thought.

“Don’t get any ideas,” I warned. “She could be your daughter.”

“Well, maybe… if I was 40 years old,” Kate said almost testily, and then smiled. “But I’m not. Not yet, anyway. Besides, she isn’t a child. She’s 20!”

“She’s 19,” I corrected.

“Mmmm,” Kate replied, looking distractedly out the taxi window.

We arrived back at the bungalow as the sun was setting over the valley. The moment we stepped inside the house, Kate wordlessly stripped off her clothes, grabbed me by the hand, and led me to the bedroom.

She then proceeded to fuck me silly for the rest of the evening.

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The next morning, just before ten, there was a faint tapping at the front screen door.

Still recovering from jet lag and last night’s exertions, Kate lay drowsing in bed, tangled up in the sheets.

I was out in the courtyard, getting dressed after showering off the lingering smell of sex.

“Shit,” I heard Kate mutter, suddenly awake. “She’s here.” She jumped out of bed and wrapped herself in a thin silk sarong. Ruffling her hair, she shook her head to clear her thoughts, and stepped to the door.

“Michelle?” she called out.

“Oui…” Michelle replied, in a small voice.

Taking a deep breath, Kate pushed open the screen door and stepped outside. I could hear them quietly greeting each other.

A moment later, they walked into the house.

Michelle, her blonde hair pulled back into a casual ponytail, was wearing a sheer, sleeveless sundress that stopped just above her knees.

Her long legs were clearly silhouetted by the sunlight behind her, and I could vaguely make out what looked like white cotton panties in the gap between her legs,

Her full breasts pushed out against the top of her dress, the outlines of her nipples clearly evident. I stared, unable to pull my eyes away. My cock stirred slightly. I fought it back down.

‘Julian?” Kate said, snapping me back to reality. I looked at her standing behind Michelle. She waggled her eyebrows and smiled at me, as if to say, “You see?”

I did.

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In the kitchen, after a brief chat about what kind of cut Michelle wanted, Kate asked her to sit, and then went off to the bedroom to get her grooming kit. She came back, put the kit down on the wooden table, and said, “Back in a minute – just need a quick wash before we start.”

Michelle nodded, watching Kate walk away. I noticed that Kate had positioned the kitchen chair in such a way that the shower was visible from where Michelle sat.

I sat across the table from Michelle, making small talk. The sound of running water started outside, and I could see Michelle glance toward the shower in response. She froze. I followed her gaze, and watched Kate, now completely naked, step into the cascade of running water. Turning sideways to us, she began soaping her body.

Acting as if she had no idea that we were watching, she slid her hands up her thighs and across her stomach to her chest. Slowly massaging the soap onto her breasts, her hands stopped briefly at her nipples. I could swear that she pinched them gently before moving back down her belly and then slowly, almost sensuously, in between her legs.

Turning her back to us, we stared silently at Kate’s perfect, bare ass. She bent over, still soaping her crotch as we watched her from behind. We could see the occasional flick of fingers between her labia as she washed herself. Michelle watched Kate intently, sitting as still as a statue, hardly breathing.

Standing back up, Kate sluiced off the remaining soapsuds and turned to face us head-on, her eyes squeezed tightly shut in the running water. She flashed her exquisite, small breasts and neatly manicured pussy before turning around to shut off the shower. She wrapped herself snugly in a bath towel.

Kate walked nonchalantly back to the kitchen, still wearing the towel, and said to Michelle, “I’ll be right back.” Michelle nodded mutely, looking almost shaken by what she’d just seen.

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Christi had spent 48 minutes and 23 seconds perfecting her look in the tiny, poorly lit dorm room mirror. And that was just her makeup. She batted her falsies flirtatiously at her reflection, admiring her perfectly winged eyeliner that had taken her more than a few tries to get right. She scrunched her wavy hair and tossed a seductive, over the shoulder glance at her roommate, Angie, who missed it completely, her head lost somewhere in the middle of a dress that could have worked as a shirt, tugging it down over her own, darker wavy curls and popping out the top like a daisy. Christi snorted, blew a kiss to the mirror, and swiped her supplies back into her makeup bag.

“You about ready?” She asked Angie. “The party started 20 minutes ago, let’s go, hooker!”

Angie was now fighting with the strap on her heels, her knees spread while she worked at it, exposing the tiny blue thong she’d borrowed from Christi.

“READY!” Angie jumped up and grabbed her purse from the corner of her mattress. And off they went, electing to walk to the party right off the edge of campus rather than drive and fight for a spot to park.

…

The music at the party was a horrible blend of top pop songs blasted through a few haphazardly arranged speakers within the sprawling house. But, Christi guessed, as long as you turned something up loudly enough, anything could sound good. Alcohol helps, too. Christi grabbed a solo cup of beer for herself and for Angie, shouting over the music, “HERE! FOR YOUR BIEBER FEVER! DRINK IT!”

The two bumped through the crowd, hand in hand, looking for any familiar face. This was the first major party of Christi and Angie’s first year at the university, and Christi only knew a couple of people on campus so far, at least, well enough to recognize.

Angie let go of Christi’s hand and hollered in her ear, “Hey, that’s Matt over there! I’m going to go say hi!” And then she was gone. Christi turned around a couple of times, trying to look like she belonged there.

Just then, the crowd all turned and erupted in cheers – the top fraternity on campus came funneling through the door bearing more booze for the masses. Christi threw back the last of her drink and cheered with her fellow students. She knew this fraternity, but she only knew one member – her older brother, Chris.

Their parents had been real creative with names.

Christi grinned from ear to ear and pushed through the party to go up and say hello, before realizing that Chris probably wouldn’t approve of her attendance. “Shit,” She hissed to herself, and had decided to turn around and go the other way when someone grabbed her wrist and pulled her over.

“Christi! WHAT’S UP!” Chris held her too tightly by her forearm while he slurred his hello.

“OH! Hey, Chris, I was just leaving!”

“No, no no no, come meet the guys, they’re awesome!” Chris pulled her with the group of frat boys off into a side area of the main room. It was a little quieter, but not by much. Chris held her arm in the sky and announced to the guys, “Everyone, this is my little sister!”

More cheering, as the men of the fraternity gave her hungry stares. Christi grinned. This was what she painstakingly picked out the perfect outfit for. What she redid her eyeliner for. That delicious stare by those delicious guys. She blinked slowly and looked them right back, up and down.

Chris left to grab as many cups as he could hold, and one of the men walked ataşehir escort up to her. He wasted no time in brushing her waves of hair behind her ear and whispering something scandalous, followed by a nibble. Something about having some fun. Something about all of them looking for a girl up to the task. Christi felt her face get hot, and she said out loud, “What the fuck, let’s have some fun.” She felt butterflies swarming in her stomach, amazed at what she had just agreed to do. But Christi was determined. She was going to have as much fun, and as many frat guys, as she could, and she was going to start right now.

The group without Chris migrated to a large, empty bedroom, and Christi crawled onto the bed in the center, her mind swimming and her heart thumping. She bit her lip and looked over at the crowd. “So what do we do now?” She asked in a slow purr.

The man who had proposed the idea sat down on the edge of the bed beside her and leaned in to kiss her on the lips. His mouth was soft, but forceful, and she felt the whole of his body pressing into her space, dominating it. She relaxed into his kiss, playing with his tongue, and moaned softly when he drew away. “What we do now,” He softly responded, “Is we play a little game. You wear this blindfold,” He produced a soft, silky, black strip of fabric, “And we see how many times we can make you come.”

Christi was chewing on her lip again, but she nodded, and tipped her chin up to signal the acceptance of this honorable challenge. She closed her eyes and felt the fabric settle over them, no doubt smudging her hard work.

It was knotted in back carefully, but firmly. Then she was being laid back, her skirt lifting upward of its own accord, her straps of her top being slipped downward by two sets of hands to expose her braless chest. She

exhaled. It felt incredible to know so many people were looking at her, admiring her. It felt exciting to sense so many eyes. So many eyes, on so many attractive men.

Even being aware what was going to happen, Christi still jumped a little and gasped at the first touch. Someone’s fingers glided slowly down her side, over the bunched up fabric at her waist, and straight to the soft, freshly groomed folds between her legs. Different fingers caressed her breast, and someone’s tongue danced across her nipple on one side. Her back arched slightly, and she lifted her pelvis toward the teasing fingers down below.

Then someone was sliding two fingertips into her, slowly, torturing her, stroking her clitoris with their thumb and sending electric shocks through her lower belly and up her spine. She tilted her head to the side and sighed, pushing and gyrating on the hand that was easing deeper into her.

The fingers within her began to move more, stroking, pumping, curling, spreading, and she started to move with them. Someone’s hand was at her mouth now, putting their own fingers in a new wet spot while she moaned and responded to the indescribably wonderful sensations created by new hands stroking her body and questing. Another gasp around those fingers when a tongue joined the hand at her pussy, and teeth nibbled at her side and her neck and her breast. The air around her became warm with the number of bodies, getting hotter by the minute, when suddenly it stopped and every hand pulled away, just as she was about to scream out in pleasure.

Instead she just exhaled, “What maltepe escort happened?”

“Nothing happened,” said the voice of the first man. “Just relax.”

Christi breathed quietly, listening for clues around her, hearing the shuffle of clothing and aching to feel hands on her once more. She shifted on the bed, praying for touch. Then, as she inhaled to repeat her question, she felt a pressure at her opening, something smooth pushing against her lips, her clitoris, her hole, sliding back and forth in her dampness and then sliding into her, pressing into her, filling her up. Strong hands lifted her legs up as he impaled her further with his thick cock, as they adjusted to each other. Then he began pumping, in and out, in and out, grabbing her hips and forcing her against him, around him.

Christi cried out and took big fist-fulls of the sheets as more hands returned to her, squeezing her breasts and kissing her neck while her thighs squeezed around the man bringing her so close to an orgasm. She could feel it building, her breaths quickening to a pant, and she squeezed her eyes shut and surrendered to the rhythm taking her closer, and closer, and closer. Then it crashed over her and she trembled on his still thrusting cock, waves of warm pleasure exploding through her body. The man quickened then, fucking her harder and faster, then grunting as he filled her with his own orgasm. Two more slow pumps, and he withdrew himself from her, and Christi sighed.

She was so glad she went for it. So happy she was here, feeling this amazing, and as she reveled in her post-orgasmic glow, she felt another something hard and smooth questing at her entrance. She couldn’t help herself – she opened her legs further, welcoming anything and everything they could do to her. Two more cocks appeared in her hands, and she lovingly extended her tongue to stroke the head and shaft with her mouth while rubbing the other welcomingly.

For the next 48 minutes and 23 seconds, Christi was filled. Touched, kissed, licked, bitten, pounded, flipped over, pounded some more. She moaned with sublime happiness as her pussy was filled, over and over, stretching around each new man like it was the first, dripping their juices and smearing them across the sheets while she bucked and cried out. Christi felt like she was in another state of being. She was no longer human, no longer on earth. She was something primal, something supreme. She was a goddess. A goddess built for fucking.

Then there was a loud, sudden banging on the door. Everyone jumped. Was it the cops? Christi ripped off the blindfold, and for the first time, saw the situation around her and blushed intensely. Someone went to the door, unlocked it, and opened it a crack.

“CHRISTI?!” Her brother shouted through the door. “Christi, what the fuck!”

Christi didn’t cover herself. “What?”

The door opened the rest of the way to let her brother in, then shut tightly behind him. “…Christi… Um…”

Christi, the sexual goddess, reclined back again, her tits shifting to the side and her knees falling open.

“What, Chris?” She invited. Let him judge her. She was too happy to care.

“Christi. You’ve been bad.”

“Yes.”

“Christi… You should be punished.”

“Yes, Chris. I should.” Christi didn’t know why she was acting this way, but it didn’t feel wrong. It felt like something that had always been pendik escort in the cards, but she hadn’t seen it until now. Her brother looked good, she knew that. Angie always talked about how badly she wanted to fuck him. Now Christi saw that. She saw the bulk of muscles beneath his shirt. Saw the bulk of something else, something erect, beneath his shorts. It was pointing at her.

Chris lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his newest tattoos and his newest hard work at the gym. “Christi.

I don’t want you to like this.”

“Oh, I’ll hate it. I don’t want this at all. You’ll have to rape me…” She rolled to her side, pulling one knee up in a way she knew made her ass look incredible and her slit look so inviting, slightly swollen and dripping.

“Yeah. I will.” Her brother’s hand clapped down on her ass cheek hard, and she could see several dicks fall into several hands around the room as she hissed at the sting. “Move your hand,” He told her, shoving her fingers away from the red mark forming on her rear. Thwack! He spanked her again. And again. Her eyes squeezed shut and her face screwed into a grimace.

Spanking was not one of her interests, but she’d do anything for her brother, especially right now.

When she felt his body press down over hers, Christi had a moment of fear – will someone find out? Is this wrong? But when his lips started kissing at the back of her shoulders, she knew this was part of the challenge. And she was eager to see it through. She pretended to whimper, teasingly pulling her pussy away from his surprisingly long, hard cock. Chris grabbed her hair then, pulled her head back, and wrapped a hand around her throat. His other hand released her hair and lined himself up at her pussy lips.

“Say you don’t want it,” He grunted at her from behind.

“Please, brother, don’t fuck me, don’t fuck me right here, like this.” She put emotion into her voice, but she was rubbing herself across the tip of his dick, mentally begging him to shove it inside her, right now.

And then he did, and she screamed. Of everyone who had fucked her that night, Chris was the largest, and she felt impaled as he pounded into her over and over again, roughly, with none of the tenderness or consideration shown to her before. He fucked her like an animal, squeezing his hand around her throat and causing her head to fill with cotton balls. Her mouth opened wide and her hands grabbed at the sheets, and he let up, only for a moment and then he was squeezing again. Squeezing and thrusting, squeezing and impaling. He shifted his hips a bit, adjusting her by her neck, and then began pumping again – this time hitting the most amazing spot and sending Christi into the strongest, longest, most mind-blowing orgasm of the evening. She screamed when he let up on her throat again, powerless to move or thrust back or participate in any way. He had a total grip on her, and her legs were butter.

Still, he kept choking, kept fucking her, kept going and going until she was wild, insane, a goddess gone crazy, flexing and arching and crying out. Still Chris held her under his control, going faster until, like an explosion of sex, he fired his load into her, pumping a few more times and squishing his come and that of so many others out of her hole as he withdrew.

Christi collapsed.

Chris backed off the bed and zipped up his jeans. He pulled his shirt back over his head and looked around at the room full of slack-jawed frat boys with spent dicks and cell phones out. Christi peered up at him, finally, with her makeup smudged from eyebrow to mid-cheek, and with ejaculate spattered across her entire body and in her hair. She waited for him to say something. When he finally opened his mouth and grabbed his plastic cup, he said,

“Don’t tell mom.”

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This story is part of a continuation of my Road Trip series (see the end of ‘Road Trip – California’ for a list of the chapters of that series, in order to be read). You need not read that series to enjoy this series. Although real places and celebrity names are used for realism, this story is fiction. Please ‘read, enjoy, vote, and comment.’

Synopsis of This Story Up to This Point: After a motorcycle road trip laced with grief, love, incest, and sex (read my Road Trip series), Jim, girlfriend country singer Crystal Lee and her sister Ellen, a love interest named Claire, and a nymphomaniac housekeeper Nadia lived together. Jim becomes a huge country music success, does his first movie (enjoying several orgies with his leading lady), and becomes a hero several times to great media acclaim. The press discovered that Jim fathered a child in Ohio during his road trip, but with sexy Edie’s help, Crystal and Jim manage the news so their reputations remain intact. Billy, their band leader, and Dan, their publicist, joined the group more often. Claire finally revealed her mysterious past, admitting to doing porn films and being an escort, at one point consorting with billionaire Joe Mansard and his daughter Beth; Claire left the ‘adult’ business and took steps to clean up her life. Crystal and Jim get Grammys for their great music. Jim is blackmailed; he hires private detective Margo to resolve the case. Together, they confront some suspects and resolve the blackmail threat. After an erotic night with Margo and Caroline – one of the suspects, Jim continues his European singing tour. In Berlin, CIA agents asked Jim to do a special task in Moscow; Jim starts his mission, meets a beautiful Russian woman, and after mission success connects with a sexy CIA agent. After Moscow, the concert entourage moved to Dublin, where Jim discovered a bomb in the concert stadium, and at great personal risk saved the day. His ‘Mellon Girls’ reward him appropriately. Back in Nashville, Jim and the gang listened to one of Nadia’s sexy stories, and Jim saw the birth of his second child. Later, Nadia brings a new and inspiring sex toy into their midst, and the most of Jim’s circle heads to LA to start a new movie. On a weekend concert, Jim meets PJ – a beautiful runner who is welcomed into the group.

Crystal Clear Ch. 23

Claire rekindles an old friendship; a sex-filled vacation

Claire

Claire had retyped the paragraphs over a hundred times in her mind, and now, sitting at her computer’s keyboard, she’d physically retyped the short letter over two-dozen times in the past hour. Finally, she deemed it acceptable to send.

Beth – I have missed you, and Joe so much my heart has often ached. I have been in a personal transformation, leaving the adult film industry and the escort service, and becoming more “socially acceptable” To complete my metamorphosis, I also changed my name from Cheryl (as you knew me) to Claire and had some plastic surgery so that my past didn’t haunt me.

I live an upscale life now as an aide and companion to Jim Mellon and Crystal Lee – the country music singers. I even have a bit part in a movie they are making that will come out in about nine months (we just started shooting); the movie is called ‘Downslope.’

You asked me to keep in touch. I have followed Joe’s business dealings in the news, and not held up my end of your request to stay in touch since my transition started – shortly after I last saw you. This email is to reestablish contact if you are still interested in what I think became a beautiful friendship between us. I am not trying to impose on you or ask anything of you or Joe. I know a lot changes in two years.

Love

Cheryl Zaret now Claire Whitman (my new name – please forget Cheryl ever existed)

She hit the send key, wondering as she did whether the email address she had for Beth still existed. A knot formed immediately in her stomach, and she ached in longing for her friend from another era in her life, and from a hope either Beth or Joe wouldn’t reject her. She thought, I guess this what unrequited love feels like. She doubled over in psychic pain as tears came to her eyes.

Claire’s own parents had rejected her. The day had been traumatic and not so long ago – six years. They’d been so strict with her growing up, almost forbidding her to date. She’d been screwed down so tightly that the lid blew off when she left home to attend college. After a short time at the University and living on her own as an oversexed party girl, she got into the porn business and through that became a high-end call girl – an escort, a better name, and less offensive than whore.

She never told her parents how she earned her money to help put herself through school. She’d been working as a waitress, and alluded to getting an even better job at a top restaurant where the tips could be extraordinary. In fact, the tips she got as an escort often turned out to be over a thousand dollars. atakent escort She took little solace knowing that she’d done well in that business.

She never knew how her parents discovered what she was doing. One day they knocked on her door, she opened it, got called names, disowned, warned to never make contact again, and had every remnant of her life with her parents dropped in plastic trash bags on her doorstep. For all intensive purposes, she was dead to her parents and they were dead to her.

The ultimate rejection had been hard to take. She’d cried for a while, but then when she tried to remember the good times with her parents she couldn’t. There were so few she could count them on her fingers; they included a particular birthday, two Christmases, a day trip to Disneyland.

Had there been more, but she blocked them out? She shook her head. No, her parents were not really parents. They were caretakers and strict rule makers. Everything had a rule. If you obeyed the rules, you didn’t get a swat or two on your rear end. If you broke a ‘major’ rule, you had the hide on your ass made raw by the beating. Her plastic surgeon told her he could see the scars from various beatings with a belt.

Her parents should never have had a child.

She met Beth and Joe through the escort work she was doing. Joe Mansard was a multi-billionaire and business tycoon. He headed a worldwide empire and probably had more power than the Federal government. His wealth exceeded the GNP of all but the top two-dozen countries.

Beth was Joe’s daughter – a beautiful blond near her own age who had an incestuous relationship with her father, and a Sapphic relationship with Claire. Beth had been a rare exception in Claire’s escort business: ninety-nine percent of her business had been men until Beth showed up to check out Claire’s ‘acceptability’ for her father. Her father relished seeing Beth and Claire together doing sexual acts to each other – and later in the relationship, making love together.

Like Claire, Beth was a nymphomaniac. Claire thought she had few boundaries as far as sex went and never a problem with quantity, but Beth found those boundaries, blew most of them away in torrid sessions that sometimes went on for an entire weekend with endless orgasms given and received – more than Claire had ever dreamed of.

Joe was a middle-aged stallion, and a man who could easily and simultaneously satisfy two women. A hallmark of the man, besides his flamboyant personality, included his ability to recover in record time after having climaxed. Further, and repeatedly, Joe would have pasted the inside of Claire’s vagina with a copious amount of semen, only to extract himself after his orgasm and instantly repeat the process on Beth. Less than an hour later, he could repeat this feat on the two of them again.

The dealings with Claire – or Cheryl as she had been back then – had started on a business basis, with simple payments going to Andre, her ‘associate’ – read ‘pimp’ under synonyms. Almost as soon as they’d started, Claire would find generous bonuses given to her in some manner. These included an endless stream of clothing, shoes, and jewelry that she and Beth would shop for in the nicest stores in the LA area. Later, Beth presented Claire with a Swiss bank account with what she called some ‘starter cash’ in it – $50,000. Over time, as the frequency of their interactions increased, the amount in that bank account rose to over $300,000. Claire had tried to return the money, and avowed over and over to the couple that she didn’t need it. She told Beth and even Joe that the sums were over the top and embarrassed her, but they would have none of her complaining. After many months, she just started to say ‘Thank you for your generosity.’

The business basic changed too. As an escort, if she were treated all right, Cheryl could enjoy herself and grew to like some of her regulars, but there were few of them. Beth and Joe were an exception; she fell in love with them – an emotion she hadn’t properly labeled until they had disappeared out of her life for an extended stay in Asia as Joe negotiated and managed in a multi-billion dollar telecommunications deal that instantly made over a billion dollars in profit for his new subsidiary – probably just because he was the chairman of the new company.

Not long after her last weekend with Beth and Joe, Jill Danes, the movie star, had engaged Cheryl to help her get a part in a movie. Jill fucked the brains out of a Hollywood producer who put her on the road to stardom, while Cheryl fucked the daylights out of his brother. Jill liked Cheryl, and after some long talks helped her leave the adult film and escort business, and become Claire. Jill helped with the name change, got her a shrink to undo the damage her parents had perpetrated on her and raise her self-esteem, dyed her hair a gorgeous red, encouraged her to use plastic beykent escort surgery to leave Cheryl far behind, and hired her as her assistant and aide. Claire lived with Jill for almost two years before getting her own condo. The pair occasionally enjoyed sex together, but mostly, Jill preferred a good fuck from a male acquaintance. As part of her penance, Claire abstained from sex with men during her make over period and then returned to the field as a normal, healthy woman in her late twenties.

Not long after her new independence, Jill got a part in a movie with country singer Jim Mellon. Claire got introduced through Jill, and soon found herself in a swoon over the rising country music and movie star. It wasn’t long at all after that when Jill hosted a dinner party during which she orchestrated some group sex games. Claire let herself go, enjoying the small orgy, and savoring the sexual intercourse with Mellon.

Jim made her heart beat fast. The night of the orgy was all it took for her to fall the rest of the way for him. In a weak and risky moment, she’d even hinted at her ‘love at first sight’ feeling for him. She also had warm feelings for Ellen, Crystal Lee’s sister and Jim’s consort at the party. Less than a week later, because the feelings were mutual and with Jill’s blessing, Claire moved in with Jim and Ellen at their LA hotel, and had become part of their loving circle ever since.

The sex was mind blowing. Seldom did Jim sleep with only one woman. Claire felt honored and grateful that she joined Ellen as one of his usual bedside partners.

Jim had often referred to her as ‘Mysterious Claire.’ He saw the obvious; that she had a dark past she hadn’t shared with him or the others in the circle. One night, while they were on the road at a concert, the need to tell about her past as porn star Breezy Cummins and as a high class whore overcame her, and she blurted out her whole sordid past amid a shower of tears.

Claire expected rejection, but instead got the heaviest dose of love and affection from everyone in the circle: Jim – especially, Ellen – her best friend, Crystal, Billy – the band leader, Dan – Jim and Crystal’s publicist, and Terry – their agent. To her amazement, everyone took her past in stride, made no big deal of it, and everyone loved her just as they had – maybe a little more now that she’d made herself vulnerable to them. The revelations she’d shared had been so unburdening. And, after that night of truth telling, everyone had been careful to never tell anyone else and to only enjoy the sexy stories they often encouraged her to share – even her relationship with Beth and Joe that she told in a disguised way one night.

Crystal and Ellen had been the ones to push her to reestablish contact. Ellen had said, “If you feel love for them, I bet they felt the same way about you. Make contact. Don’t put it off another day.” Claire worried about rejection or being seen as a gold digger, but she had finally suppressed those thoughts enough to try to reestablish contact.

A thousand thoughts about her past flashed through Claire’s head. She stared, glassy eyes, at the blank computer screen.

PING!

The sound a new email message roused Claire from her reverie. She gawked at the sender: Beth Mansard. Claire’s heart started to flutter and a wave of anxiety swept over her.

Claire closed her eyes and prayed as she opened the email.

“Cheryl – or Claire, I should say; we have missed you so much. Your old associate Andre said you just vanished one day. We did a little search to no avail. I can’t wait to see you again, and I know Joe feels the same way. MY GOD, WE MISS YOU. WE LOVE YOU. WE REALLY DO LOVE YOU. Please don’t go away again. We’re in Singapore but will be back next week for a week in LA. More later. Love. Beth.”

Claire stared at the message for a long time, the words eventually blurring as the tears came – the tears of happiness. She started to sob. The tears wouldn’t stop, and the soggy tissues piled up on her desk.

PING!

Claire’s next message came from J. Mansard. She struggled to read through her watery eyes.

“Claire – Beth just shared with me your new life – as much as she knows from your email. I am very happy that you contacted us. Don’t you dare disappear again now that we’ve ‘found’ you. I join her in wanting to see you as soon as we can. Love, Joe.”

Now, the tears really flowed and turned into deep, chest racking sobs. Claire just sat there with her face in her hands, and after a while two masculine arms surrounded her, lifted her up, and carried her small form from her desk to the bed. She felt kisses on her forehead. Two female arms soon started to stroke and smooth her arms to comfort her. Two new arms more brought a warm washcloth and more tissues. The arms and bodies surrounded Claire with love.

Crystal said in a soft, loving voice, “I’m so proud you did it. büyükçekmece escort I know that took a lot of courage to reach back into that period of your life, and see … they still love you. We all love you.”

Ellen said in a near whisper, “You left the emails open on your computer. We read them. I hope that’s all right; we didn’t mean to pry, but we wanted to see what was there that had set you off.”

Claire just nodded her ascent. She blubbered out, “It’s OK. I don’t have secrets from you any more.”

Jim cradled Claire in his lap, her head and mane of reddish hair lying on his broad chest. Eventually, the tears stopped. Jim just sat and held one of the women he loved so much.

* * * * *

Claire watched the Gulfstream G650 taxi into the general aviation Landmark Aviation terminal at LAX. The Mansard chauffeur had chatted with her for the past half hour since she arrived. He knew the plane, and regaled her with some of the statistics about it, including the point that it was the fastest corporate jet in operation. It cost about $65 million and was state of the art.

The long sleek pure white jet taxied into a position indicated by two linemen waving red-lighted batons at the jet. Claire noticed the plane’s tail number, JM1 – Joe Mansard One. She smiled; Joe did have an ego as large as the airport, no doubting that. He demanded perfection, and got it. He helped people achieve a greatness they didn’t think they could.

After the engines shut down, the door just behind the cockpit mechanically opened, and hydraulically lowered a stairway into position.

I hadn’t noticed, but the chauffeur had disappeared, only to reappear driving the white limousine near the jet’s stairway.

Claire walked about a hundred feet closer to the jet from the impressive airside entrance to the GA terminal building. She stopped, feeling the steady wind across the airport billowing her dress out behind her.

Beth appeared in the doorway, preoccupied with one of the crew members. Claire imagined her thanking the crew for a flawless journey across the Pacific Ocean. Beth had emailed her with their arrival time and where they’d be.

As Beth started down the ladder, Claire waved frantically. Across the tarmac, Claire could see Beth’s face break into a huge grin. Beth flung her briefcase at the chauffeur and ran across the concrete with arms outstretched until the two women were together and smothering each other in kisses.

“My God, you look so different. Is this really you, Cheryl? I mean Claire.”

Claire laughed, “Yes, it’s me. Sorry, I have changed … I hope you’ll like the new me.”

Beth interrupted, “You looked beautiful before, but now you are absolutely stunning. I can see a little of the old you, but I love the new you. Joe will be ecstatic.” Beth looked over her shoulder to see whether her father had appeared from inside the jet. Joe was such an imposing individual that everyone genuflected even their thoughts to him.

Over Beth’s shoulder, Claire saw Joe moving down the stairway of the plane in a commanding stride. He spied the two women, and ignoring the chauffeur started to walk rapidly in their direction. Claire’s immediate thought was, ‘Oh, my, he’s coming to me. I should be going to him.’

Beth read her mind; she said in a low voice, “Just stand still. Joe has missed you more than you’ll ever know.”

Joe stopped about ten feet from Claire. He studied her from head to foot. Claire wore the pale blue summer dress that Joe once told her was his favorite. White spike heel shoes graced her feet, and she wore a strand of real pearls from Japan that Joe had given her on her birthday one year. Her red hair glistened in the light.

Joe finally spoke, “I wouldn’t have thought you could get more beautiful, but the changes you’ve made to yourself are truly a work of art. If I ever need plastic surgery, I want the name of your doctor.”

Claire’s face wrinkled up, and she bit her lip. She snorted away the beginning of a cry. She threw herself into Joe’s welcoming arms. The pair kissed passionately, as though they had only been apart a few weeks and not almost three years – or was it four. When they finally pulled apart, Joe pulled her away from him and looked deep into her eyes again. Her cheeks were streaked with tears of joy.

Joe’s look could reduce some errant employee or service person to a status lower than whale shit, but in this case his look carried a love and warmth that he exhibited only the last months of their relationship. Beth had told her back than that she had changed Joe for the better, made him softer and better.

Claire stroked his cheek with one hand until Joe held it and brought it to his lips and kissed her palm. He pulled her back to him for another kiss.

Beth said insistently, “Hey, don’t hog her. I miss her too.”

The lighter side of Joe laughed after the kiss. He said, “I can’t believe it. I don’t know you, but I do. You look so different, yet I know underneath it’s the same woman – you even feel that same in my arms.” Claire hadn’t seen this lighter side of him very often.

Beth said, “Can you come with us; be with us tonight?”

Claire nodded, but gestured over her shoulder; she would willingly follow them to their hotel. “My car is here.”

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“How about that one?” asked Nik.

His arm was draped over Anna’s shoulder as he pointed casually over to the bar, the velvet feel of his jacket against her neck sending a warm glow of satisfaction through her body.

“That feels good…” Anna purred, like a kitten being stroked, as her eyes followed Nik’s gaze. “But, no, she is an observer, a voyeur, not what we’re after. Tonight, I want someone who’s going to be more…active, yes?”

She squeezed Nik’s hand and snuggled in tight.

“You bet.” Nik replied, as he returned to scanning the bar.

For a Friday night it was pretty spartan, pretty dead, the only real crowd being a group of twenty-something former frat boys clinking beers, like sharks scaring away all the beautiful fish. Nik knew it took a certain kind of girl to be attracted to boys like that, and he was not interested in that ‘type.’ Neither of them were. Besides, he and Anna were not after a girl, they were searching for a woman, and a special kind at that. She had to have the right look, the right vibe, be the right fit. They’d played with compromise and experimented with variety, but they had reached the stage where they knew exactly what they wanted and nothing, nothing, less would suffice.

And then he saw her. He wasn’t sure why he hadn’t spotted her before, but Nik definitely noticed her now. Long, black hair tumbled over tan shoulders and rested across a sculpted neckline. A sleek, off-white dress hugged a shapely torso and, although Nik could only see the top half of her, he guessed – no, he knew – that she had an ass which more than matched the big, firm tits he was already imagining cupped in his hands. Teardrop diamond earrings sparkled against the dancing lights of the bar, reflecting a halo around her exquisite face, while a small, black tattoo poked out along the back of her arm, barely covered by the fabric of the dress. She was beckoning the bartender but, in Nik and Anna’s eyes, she may as well have been waving directly at them.

“Her!” Nik whispered, his warm breath tickling Anna’s ear as he spoke.

“Oh yes…” Anna smiled. “I like her, she’s perfect. Shall I invite her over? It’s my turn…”

And she was heading over to the raven-haired stranger before Nik could even reply.

Once at the bar, Anna loitered close to her prey as the bartender poured a large white wine in front of them.

“Can I get one of those, too?” Anna asked, leaning her elbows upon the cool, black marble top.

The barman nodded and smiled as Anna turned to her left.

“Hi,” she said to the woman. “I’m Anna. Er, what wine did I just order?”

The woman raised an eyebrow and crossed her legs.

“It’s called Once Upon a Vine Chardonnay.” she replied, tossing back her hair to get a proper look at Anna. “It’s cheeky, but has a good flavor. It’s kind of my regular drink here.”

She smiled back at Anna, then smoothed down her dress before offering her hand.

“I’m Chloe. Pleased to meet you.”

They shook hands and waited for the bartender to finish pouring.

Upon closer inspection, Anna estimated that Chloe was in her late twenties. She was in good shape, but not in a gym-obsessive way, just a healthy, natural, voluptuous way which screamed confidence. She also had a great ass, confirming what Nik had suspected, which sat atop a pair of impossibly long legs, finished off with a pair of totally fuck-me chocolate brown heels.

“Listen, Chloe,” Anna smiled, her voice low and conspiratorial. “My friend and I – see him over there at the table? – well, he and I were wondering if you’d…maybe…like to join us?”

Chloe glanced over at Nik and looked him up and down. It was obvious she thought he was cute.

“Are you…together?” she replied, returning her attention to Anna.

“We are, but…we’re very friendly.”

“I can see that.”

Chloe took a proper look at Anna, who’d gone from being just some girl at the bar, to someone potentially much more exciting. Probably as tall as Chloe, their height was the only real similarity. In contrast to Chloe’s almost virginal dress, Anna’s was a sultry midnight black, cut to well above the knee and, while she did not have Chloe’s curves, Anna’s long, alabaster legs gave her a natural, sexy demeanor which definitely made her stand out from the crowd. Her hair was a dirty blonde, cut into a cute bob, while her plump pink lips were moist and inviting, and her large eyes a beautiful, ocean-deep shade of green which immediately captivated anyone who looked into them.

Chloe bit her lower lip almost-seductively, then curled her fingers around the base of her fresh glass.

“Does he have a name, too?” she asked, swinging her leg absently.

“Niklas,” Anna replied. “But he answers better to Nik.”

“Nik…” Chloe repeated, as though struggling to make a decision, but Anna knew that her mind was already made up. She went in for esenyurt escort the kill.

“Maybe you can come and tell us more about this wine I’m about to drink?” she asked.

Chloe smiled and slid off her stool.

“Lead the way.”

At the table, Nik had already made room for their guest.

“Nik, this is Chloe.” Anna announced, as they all sat down. “She has great taste in wine.”

“Good to know.” Nik replied, smiling wide.

“It’s very kind of you to ask me over.” said Chloe, her fingers sliding subtly up and down the stem of her glass.

“Chloe thinks you’re cute.” Anna laughed, to Chloe’s surprise – she’d said nothing of the sort!

She felt herself blushing.

“Oh take no notice of Anna,” replied Nik. “She likes to play games.”

“That’s OK.” Chloe smiled. “So do I…”

Nik and Chloe glanced knowingly at one another.

“Besides…” Chloe continued. “She’s actually right. I do think you’re cute.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere.”

Nik winked at Chloe as Anna took a sip from her chilled glass.

“So…” she said. “Tell us about this wine…”

+++

It was approaching 1am when the three of them left in Nik’s car. As per his own self-imposed rule, Nik had switched to water a few hours before while the girls stayed on Chardonnay. Now sober, Nik nevertheless felt a drunkenly warm surge of expectation as he pulled the car out of the parking lot and glanced in the rearview mirror where, in the back seat, Anna and Chloe were getting to know one another more intimately.

Anna was snuggled next to Chloe, her hand gliding across Chloe’s leg and her fingers creeping higher and higher as the car meandered along the highway.

“It’s not too far,” Anna whispered, as she pushed her hand under the hem of Chloe’s dress, her knuckles kneading into the softness of Chloe’s thigh.

“What are you doing?” Chloe asked in fake surprise.

“Seducing you, silly…” replied Anna, “Why? Would you like me to stop?”

Silence descended for a few loaded seconds as Nik adjusted the mirror, keen not to miss a moment.

“I didn’t say that.” Chloe said, eventually, looking straight into Anna’s face. “But you’re very direct.”

“Oh I’m just warming up…”

Anna tightened her grip as her fingers probed ever closer to Chloe’s pussy, causing her to push her ass deep down into the seat.

“Mmmm…” Chloe sighed, “Oh Jeez, I- I-”

But before Chloe could say anything more, Anna’s mouth was upon hers, her tongue pushing between Chloe’s lips and, despite herself, Chloe couldn’t help but respond with equal fervor. Reaching an arm around Anna’s waist, Chloe pulled their bodies closer together, their mouths devouring one another in a hot, wet feasting of urgency as, up front, Nik struggled to keep his eyes on the road ahead.

The industrial landscape of the bar behind them soon gave way to a more comfortable and opulent panorama of gated houses and leafy roads, the ever-increasing size of the trees a direct and perfect match to the properties which stood behind them. Expansive, sweeping driveways led up to grand front doors, standing guard over lush, spotlit lawns that were so well-manicured, you could play golf on them. Paying little attention to the world outside the window, it was only when the car began to slow that Anna and Chloe released themselves from their steamy embrace.

“Where are we?” Chloe asked, as Anna continued to stroke her thigh, Chloe’s legs now hooked over Anna’s knees as they both leaned back into the soft leather seats.

“Home.” replied Nik. “Welcome.”

He smiled at Chloe in the rearview as she stretched her arms high above her head like a sleepy cat. Her dress was hiked high on her hips by now, revealing an almost sheer, nude thong underneath, the shadow of her dark pubic mound silhouetted through the fabric as Anna reached across and drew her fingers delicately across the thin elastic.

“So what have I been missing?” Nik continued, his eyes fixed on the sight, his hardening cock already pushing against his pants.

“So much baby, so much…” smiled Anna, as she watched the excitement grow upon his face. “But don’t worry, we’ll get you up to speed soon enough.”

She leaned over and kissed Chloe lightly on the neck.

“Why don’t we go inside and get comfortable?”

Before the words had even left her mouth, Niklas was out of the car and opening the passenger door. Anna got out first, leaning back in to help Chloe to her feet. Stumbling slightly as she exited, Chloe realized she was not only a little drunk, but also chilly – the night breeze wafting across her exposed hips was like a short, sharp wake-up call.

“Maybe we should switch to water for a while?” Anna laughed, as she and Niklas led Chloe up the steps and into the house.

“Holy shit, look at this place!” Chloe exclaimed, as she took in the grand hallway and sweeping staircase in front of her. “You live here? başakşehir escort Fuck…”

She kicked off her shoes and began exploring the many rooms, the cool solidity of the wooden floorboards beneath her feet a welcome sensation after the stuffiness of the car. Anna and Nik only caught up with her five minutes later, as she stood in front of the large bay window of the sitting room, admiring the vast back garden beyond.

“You have a pool?” Chloe asked, rhetorically. “And is that a hot tub? Ohh, can we go in?”

But she was already unlocking the French doors, eager to satisfy her childlike curiosity.

Ten minutes later when the water had warmed up, Chloe stood dipping her toe as Niklas and Anna brought over cold bottles of water.

“I don’t have a suit, obviously…” Chloe said.

“That’s fine,” Anna replied. “Neither do we.”

She and Chloe exchanged a naughty smile as Nik stepped over to Chloe and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Well hi there!” Chloe exclaimed, as Nik leaned down and pressed his mouth to hers, hard and firm.

She loved how strong he felt, his entire body enveloping hers in its warmness, a shield against the cooling night air. As they kissed ever more passionately, Anna began to lift Chloe’s dress, sliding it expertly over her shoulders. Then Nik stepped back to kick off his shoes, before tossing his jacket over the nearest recliner.

“Give me a second, OK?” he said, as the heat began to rise from the hot tub, surrounding the girls in a delicious haze of steamy promise. “Be right back.”

As they watched him leave, Anna and Chloe smiled at one another before Anna stepped behind Chloe and began kissing her sensuously on her bare shoulder, her lips crossing her silky collarbone from where Anna managed to get a proper glimpse of the tattoo on Chloe’s arm.

“Ignis Aurum Probat?” Anna whispered, reading the inscription. “What does that mean? It’s beautiful.” She was already unfastening Chloe’s bra as she spoke, leaving her standing in only her nude thong. Cupping one of Chloe’s voluptuous breasts in her palm, Anna traced one of her fingers over the nipple, teasing it to a bullet-hard erection as Chloe tilted her head back and surrendered to the cool breeze which stroked like a brush across her tight chest.

“Feel good?” Anna murmured, as she began to pinch at Chloe’s nipple.

“Mmmm, oh yeah, that feels so damn hot…” Chloe replied, lowering a foot further into the tub. “Let’s get in.”

Chloe released herself from Anna’s grasp and slid into the water like a fish. Turning back around, she pushed up her chest so Anna could get a full view of her wet, glistening tits as they floated on the surface.

“You coming?” Chloe asked. “Because you’re a little overdressed right now.”

Anna smiled back and, in one, seamless motion, she pushed the straps from her shoulders and let her dress fall to the floor. She wasn’t wearing underwear and, as Anna kicked the dress to one side, Chloe was excited to see that she was a completely natural blonde, the exquisitely-manicured down of her soft bush pointing between her legs like a perfect arrow.

Standing up in the water, Chloe slid her thumbs under her thong and pulled it down over her hips, revealing her own, lush, dark pussy.

“The tattoo means Fire Tests Gold.” she said slowly. “It’s Latin. I am the gold. My life is the fire.”

Anna cocked her head, intrigued, as she watched Chloe turn around to make room for her in the tub. Gawd, that ass! was the only thought running through Anna’s mind as she finally stepped into the warm water and sat next to Chloe, making sure to shuffle up close enough to let their hips touch.

When Niklas returned, he had with him a plate, which he placed upon a glass table beside the tub. Then, he unpopped his jeans and undressed to his white Joe Boxer briefs, which did little to hide his expanding erection.

“Take it all off, baby…” Anna growled, as she and Chloe bobbed in the water.

“Yeah, studly!” Chloe called out, perhaps a little too loudly. “Strip to the beat!”

And she began counting out a rhythm, tapping her hands on the side of the tub and moving her chest from side to side so her tits began making waves in the water. Eager to obey, Niklas got into the mood and began shimmying his briefs down to his thighs, releasing his big, hard cock into the night air.

“Give that to me, right now…” Anna demanded, rising slightly to drag Niklas in, but Chloe pulled her back.

“Don’t you mean give that to us?” Chloe corrected her. “I got the impression tonight was all about sharing?”

Anna disappeared back into the steam as they waited for Niklas to join them. The tub could easily fit six or seven people and had curved bench seats, above which a number of jets were already pounding out hard rods of water into the girls’ backs. The steam was obstructing Nik’s direct view of what was happening in the tub, something he was eager to remedy. küçükçekmece escort

Chloe was sat on the bench with Anna straddling her. They were kissing like they were back in the car, passionate and hungry. As Anna lifted her mouth from Chloe’s face, she arched her back, allowing Chloe to lean in and suck on one of her nipples. Sliding a hand behind Anna’s back, Chloe maneuvered her into position so she could take the whole of Anna’s milky-white breast into her mouth.

“Oh baby, yes!” Anna moaned. “Suck it, suck my tit, just like that. Lick me! Oh Jesus, oh fuck, fuck…! Nik, can you see what she’s doing to me?!”

And then he was next to them, the weight of his entry sending waves of choppy water crashing over the side of the tub. Taking his cue from Anna as she turned ever-so-slightly towards him, Nik leaned down and took her other nipple in his mouth, biting playfully at it as it became red and swollen. He cupped Anna’s ass under the water and he felt her body begin to writhe in a rhythm of building ecstasy.

“I see everything.” Nik panted, as he came up for air. “I see Chloe’s hot little mouth on your tit and I can see how much you love it.”

He turned to Chloe.

“I know everything Anna likes…” he said, staring deep into Chloe’s eyes. “She’s always so…open. So that just leaves you. What do you like, Chloe? Tell us what you want us to do to you…”

As he spoke, Nik slipped his other hand under Chloe’s ass where she sat, resting his middle finger right between her smooth, tight cheeks. He felt her ass tighten, slightly, before relaxing once more.

“You have a great touch…” Chloe breathed, as she lifted her mouth from Anna’s breast, before pushing her ass down further onto Nik’s hand, forcing his finger even closer to her juicy little asshole.

What Nik had not told Chloe was that he was a professional masseuse at a fancy Las Vegas hotel. He attended to nearly a dozen women every day who were there for a little fun and, while he’d never behaved inappropriately towards any of them, he’d learned enough to sense exactly what a woman truly desired simply by the way she responded to his touch. He also knew that most women wanted these secrets to be found out, that they yearned to be satisfied in the way their fantasies dictated and, if he could offer such women the means and the method of making those fantasies come true, she would be his. So when Nik began exploring Chloe’s asshole a little more intimately as he balanced her on the bench, the orchestrated sway of her butt in response to his touch told him exactly what he wanted to know.

Knowing the warm water would help open her up, Nik took the next step and slid his finger just inside Chloe’s asshole, her sphincter squeezing tightly in reaction to the invasion. Arching her back, Chloe moaned with pleasure as she wriggled slightly, allowing Nik to push even deeper up inside her. She had stopped sucking on Anna’s tit and was now pressing their foreheads together, looking for support as she felt the hotness rise in her ass and the intense, pin-prick pleasure of an inner, desperate thirst which demanded she just let this happen.

Anna allowed Chloe to enjoy a minute or so of feeling Nik’s finger probe her ass, before turning to Nik and stroking his thigh.

“Nik, why don’t you sit up there above Chloe?” she suggested, tapping the edge of the tub. “I don’t think she got a proper look at your beautiful, big cock.”

Nik grinned before sliding his finger out of Chloe’s ass and hoisting himself up to sit on the side of the tub, shifting his body towards Chloe and opening his legs so that his slick, wet penis now hovered directly in front of Chloe’s face. Stroking himself hard and slow, he pointed his cock first towards Chloe, then towards Anna, who lifted herself off Chloe’s lap and pushed her gently in the direction of Nik.

“Take a real close look at this delicious cock, baby.” she whispered to Chloe. “I love it, it’s such a hardworking, loyal cock, it’s never let me down, not once. Look at it, isn’t it just the most awesome, hard cock you ever saw?”

Anna positioned Chloe’s head inches from the head of Nik’s pulsing, swollen shaft.

“But don’t just take my word for it,” Anna breathed into Chloe’s ear, her tongue licking and lapping at her ear lobe. “You really need to taste it, honey, you gotta taste how goddamn sweet and hot that fucking huge cock is.”

As though under a magic spell, Chloe smirked wickedly and, kneeling on the bench, she positioned herself in front of Nik. Opening her mouth, Chloe took his cock firmly in one hand and, with the other, pushed him back slightly.

“It’s OK, I got you.” she said, staring up into Nik’s semi-closed eyes.

He inhaled deeply as he felt Chloe’s warm mouth lower itself onto him. He groaned as he felt his cock become completely enveloped, his tip hitting the back of her throat as her lips closed around the base of his shaft and her tongue managed to flick quick, hot tickles across his balls. Once she was confident she could take him whole, Chloe began to work him expertly, sucking and blowing him up and down his entire length, her head rising and falling in a calculated rhythm that was evidently well-practiced. So engrossed was Nik in this amazing, otherworldly mouthfuck, he was unaware of Chloe’s other hand snaking up between his legs and reaching back behind him.

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After my neighbour, Rachel’s daughter Debbie had graduated from university, she decided to move back home whilst she settled into her new job. Rachel asked me if I could do her another favour by fetching all Debbie’s things in my car. I happily agreed, as I was always pleased to help a neighbour, especially one who showed her appreciation for my help by spending the night in my bed from time to time.

Rachel said she was also a little worried about where Debbie was going to put everything until she found a place of her own, since her own house was rather small. As I had a large house all to myself, my wife having died some years earlier, I suggested that Debbie could use one of my spare bedrooms for the time being. She looked relieved at my offer, and thanked me with a kiss, and a promise of something more tangible later on.

On our way back home in the car, Debbie, who had been lying back with her eyes shut listening to her Walkman, suddenly chuckled in a sexy way.

“What was that about?” I asked.

Looking straight at me, she winked, and replied rather seductively, “I was just wondering whether you had another of your dreams when Mum asked you to pick me up.”

I felt my face going red, as I realised that Rachel had told Debbie all about my daydream the last time I had helped out a few months earlier.

“Don’t worry,” she went on, “I have seen you looking at me in my bikini, undressing me with your eyes. It was quite exciting to think that I turned you on. You never know, I might just let you see a bit more sometime, just to say thank you for helping me out, of course.”

As she spoke, Debbie winked at me again, and in an apparently innocent gesture, adjusted the hem of her skirt, before smoothing it down over her bare legs again. Even so, the brief glimpse of her panties was enough to make my heart beat a little faster.

Nothing more was said during the rest of our journey, but that brief interchange had been enough to make me hope that one day I might experience the delights of her youthful body in a more intimate way.

After a few months Debbie told Rachel that she had been asked by three other girls from the place where she worked to share a flat with them in town. Once again I was called on to do the honours, and so it was that the next Saturday I found myself packing the car with her things to drive her over to her new home.

When I entered the flat, it quickly became apparent to me that her new flat mates were either bisexual or lesbians, a fact which they made no attempt to hide. In addition to avcılar escort the usual clutter of tights and lingerie, a wide variety of sex toys were scattered about the place, including vibrators, dildos of all shapes sizes and colours, and a selection of strap ons.

In the middle of the living room, taking pride of place, was a large black barrel shaped object, with a couple of lights, some switches and a dial on the front, and a life-like phallus sticking out of the top. I knew enough from my occasional shopping expeditions on an internet site selling sexy lingerie and sex toys of all descriptions to recognise it as a sex machine for ladies, one that was well used, judging by the stains on its shiny black body.

When I raised an eyebrow, Debbie giggled and said, “It’s not what you think Uncle Will, I’ve not become a lesbian overnight, and I’ll always want a nice cock in my pussy, but a girl’s got to have a bit of fun before she settles down. When I’m home next time I’ll come round for a cup of coffee, and tell you all about it, you naughty man. I don’t see why Mum should have all the fun.”

I was surprised at her frankness, but also flattered that she should share such intimate secrets with me. I was also dimly aware that a line had been crossed in our relationship, although I did wonder why she would be interested in someone old enough to be her grandfather.

The flat had only two bedrooms, each with a large double bed, but when I dared to ask Debbie if they had settled on who would be sleeping where, she laughed and said that they would choose a different partner as the fancy took them. “Just think, I’m going to get fucked every night, and it will be so exciting to experience different techniques, and find out more about what turns me on, and gives me greatest pleasure.”

It was a few weeks later, when she was next home for the weekend, that Debbie popped round for a cup of coffee, just a she had promised. At first we just talked about how she was getting on in her job, and other innocent things. After a few minutes, however, the conversation took a more interesting and arousing turn, as she began to tell me about what she described as her induction party.

“It was after I had been there a couple of weeks,” she explained, “that the girls invited round a load of friends for a night of sex. Everyone rode the Beast, as we call it, and you should have heard the squeals of delight as we all had the most amazing orgasms.”

She paused for a moment, and a look of pleasure halkalı escort lit up her beautiful face, as she continued, “It was my night though, and every one took turns in fucking me. It went on for hours, and I lost count of the number of orgasms I had. By the end I was in a dream, almost a state of euphoria, and the amazing sensations washing over and through me were almost indescribable. Mind you, I was thoroughly exhausted by the end, and I slept almost the whole of the next day. My pussy was a bit sore too.””

I have never been fucked in so many different ways,” she went on, “Some girls just licked me, others fucked me with a strap on, and one girl had the most amazing dildo that she filled with hot water. I started cumming almost as soon as she put it in my cunt. And Uncle a Will, she said excitedly, “they took photographs of it all, which they put in a presentation album for me. I got them to make a second album for you. It will keep you happy for hours, wanking over pictures of me in ecstasy.

Later that week she rang me from work. “Uncle Will,” she said, “I am bringing Sarah home with me next weekend, can I bring her round to meet you?”

I wondered why Debbie wanted me to meet her flatmate, but I said I would be delighted, and why didn’t they join me for dinner on the Saturday evening.

Sarah turned out to be a very pretty redhead with a nice hourglass figure and a perky pair of size 34D breasts. After a nice meal with a few glasses of wine, to my consternation and amazement, Debbie suggested that the three of us went up to the bedroom for some fun.

Once we were upstairs, the girls began to undress, stopping after every item of clothing to kiss and caress each other. Debbie indicated that I should sit in a chair, and said, “You sit there and enjoy the show. You might like to take your clothes off as well, you will be much more comfortable, and it will be fun watching you becoming aroused. Sarah has never seen a real penis, and I promised her she would get to play with one this weekend, so it will be a first for both of us.”

Both girls were soon completely naked, and I was treated to the sight of two nice sets of boobs, and a very delicious pair of pussies. It turned out that Debbie was completely shaved, while Sarah had a neatly shaped bush the same colour as her hair, which set off her neat little vulva to perfection, her clit just poking out of its hood in anticipation of the pleasures to come.

“I thought we would start with a sixty nine,” Debbie said, beylikdüzü escort “then we can give you a blow job, and finally move on to fucking. After you’ve come once, you will take much longer, and will be able to give us both the most lovely orgasms, as you fill us with your hot spunk.”

I sat back, playing with my cock, which was rock hard by now, whilst I watched the two of them lick and suck each other enthusiastically, until they both climaxed, moaning and squealing with pleasure.

When they had recovered, Debbie beckoned to me to join them on the bed, where I lay back with my hands behind my head. The two girls then took up a position, one on each side of me. First of all Debbie showed Sarah all the most sensitive places on my cock, and the different ways to stroke me in order to give me the greatest pleasure. Then she took the head into her mouth and started to suck it, whilst putting the tip of her tongue into my pee hole, and I was soon groaning with pleasure, as all my nerve endings went into overload.

Debbie showed Sarah every trick in the book, the two girls taking it in turns to make love to my cock. At last, after several minutes of exquisite sensations, Sarah took my shaft deep into her throat, sticking her tongue out to lick my balls. I could feel my orgasm building, and I began to buck my hips, thrusting my manhood deeper into her delicious mouth. The muscles in my legs contracted pushing my hips off the bed, and that delicious hot sensation of an approaching orgasm rose up from my groin, becoming a spear of incandescent flame that consumed my body as I pumped streams of hot cum deep into her willing mouth, crying out in ecstasy.

As I came down from my high, I could see that both girls were highly aroused, and the smell of desire from the juices leaking profusely from their wet pussies filled the air – a scent which is far better than all the most expensive essences that the perfumer’s art has yet to invent.

I knew that I would take some time to recover before I could fuck the two girls, but I felt that they should be rewarded for the pleasure they had given me, so I told them to lie back on the bed, and moving from one to the other, I proceeded to lick and suck their eager pussies, using every trick that I knew, until they both came, their bodies taut, and their faces alight with rapture.

Later that evening, I fucked both girls to a series of orgasms, filling each of their cunts with my seed, until in the early hours of the morning, we fell into an exhausted but blissful sleep, cuddled together in a heap of tangled limbs.

Debbie stayed on at the flat for about eighteen months, and she brought each of her three flat mates to enjoy the hospitality of my home, on a number of occasions. I still cannot fathom why four nubile young women should be interested an old wrinkly like me, but I can only say that I have truly been a very lucky man.

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Ian walked into the kitchen, where his wife Kelly was preparing lunch. He embraced her from behind and kissed the side of her face. “Hiya sweetie,” he said.

She turned in his arms and kissed him open-mouthed, thrusting her tongue against his.

“Well that was a bit unexpected,” he said, once they’d eventually stopped seemingly trying to eat each other.

“Sorry. Well, not sorry, but you know what I mean.”

Ian noticed her flushed face and, glancing down, could clearly see her nipples straining against her tight white t-shirt. She seemed massively turned on for some reason.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I’m so fucking horny you wouldn’t believe,” she said. “I was talking to Charlie earlier.” Charlie was the eighteen year old daughter of the couple next door. “I could swear she was coming onto me. She was telling me about her boyfriend, then started talking about previous boyfriends. And girlfriends.”

Ian’s eyebrows rose. ” Really?”

“Yeah, she then told me that all her previous girlfriends and boyfriends had been her own age, or thereabouts, and that what she really wanted to do was try it with an older woman. Or an older man. Or both. I gotta tell you, I started to get a bit moist and my nips just pinged out. You know I can’t control the fucking things.” She peered down at her chest where the fabric was very obviously dented.

“Did she notice?” Ian asked.

“Well, going by the way she stared at them, yes she did. Couldn’t take her eyes off them.”

“Wow,” Ian said.

“Then, she went bright red and said she had to go home. I was kinda disappointed. I was just about ready to jump on her.”

Ian laughed. “Well, you’ve never been backward about coming forward have you?”

In their fifteen years of marriage, they’d had a number of dalliances with other women. Either Kelly by herself, or with the both of them.

“Actually,” Ian said. “I know exactly what you mean. I was mowing the lawn the other day and she came out to do a bit of sunbathing wearing the tiniest bikini you’ve ever seen. There were tits everywhere! She wandered over and started chatting. I had to hide behind the lawnmower so she wouldn’t see the massive bulge in my sweats.”

“You know what? Bollocks to lunch,” Kelly said. “Let’s go upstairs.”

While they were upstairs, they told each other what they would do to Charlie if they could get their hands on her. They came up with a plan for Ian to submit to her seduction then have Kelly ‘surprise’ them together.

A Few Days Later

Charlie moved slowly up and down on Ian’s cock. Ian gripped her hips, trying to force her to go faster, but she wasn’t having it and grabbed his hands and moved them to her forty inch tits, nipples aching to be caressed. Ian obliged and filled his hands with them, kneading them and pulling on the thrusting nipples.

“Well, this is all very friendly,” came a voice from the doorway.

Charlie let out a little yelp as she looked at Ian’s wife, Kelly, and tried to climb off of Ian. Ian, however, wasn’t willing to let her go and grabbed her by the hips once more, forcing her down.

Kelly approached the bed, unfettered tits jiggling against the semi-transparent white silk blouse and the nipples denting the fabric, until she stood at the side, within reach of Charlie. Kelly looked her up and down, lingering on her tits. Eventually, she reached out and ran a palm across one of her erect nipples.

“Very nice, ” she whispered. “Very nice indeed.”

Charlie looked down at Ian, who just grinned at her. “What the fuck?” she asked.

“Kelly told me about the little chat you had the other day. And I told Kelly about you flirting with me when you were sunbathing last week.”

Charlie looked at Kelly, eyes flicking down to her tits. “Oh, you like them do you?” Kelly asked, following Charlie’s gaze. She cupped her tits and squeezed them so that they bulged against the flimsy covering, the nipples poking against the cloth. She moistened a finger and ran it around a nipple until it was clearly visible through the blouse.

Charlie’s breathing deepened as Kelly moved closer to her, bending slightly so that her nipple was millimetres from Charlie’s mouth. Charlie poked her tongue out and licked at the nipple, then closed her mouth around it and sucked it into her mouth.

“Suck it, flick it with your tongue. You’ve been dying to get them in your mouth for ages haven’t you?” Kelly said. Charlie did so, then switched to the other, while Kelly reached down and grasped Charlie’s tits and started to massage them, flicking and rolling her fingers around the jutting nipples.

Kelly pulled back, leaving Charlie, still impaled on Ian’s cock, gasping in erotic pleasure, mouth open. Kelly bent and clamped her mouth onto Charlie’s, sucking the tongue into her mouth. She reached down once more to maul at Charlie’s tits, then broke off the kiss and her mouth latched onto Charlie’s nipples, one after the other, sucking them into her mouth and rolling her tongue around them. She bostancı escort drew back and blew gently, causing the aureoles to crinkle from the cold and making the nipples even more erect.

Charlie ran a hand up the inside of Kelly’s leg, under the short black skirt, until she reached the junction between Kelly’s legs. She was delighted to discover, through the flimsy knickerss, that it was shaved, as was her own. And soaking wet, as, again, was her own. She traced the lips beneath the cloth, then moved the knickers to one side so that she had unhindered access. She inserted a finger in Kelly’s delightfully moist cunt, stirred it around for a while then removed it and offered it to Kelly. Kelly took the digit into her mouth and licked her juices from it, then kissed Charlie again.

Kelly moved back and stood looking at Charlie. Her skirt had ridden up, revealing the damp crotch of her knickers. Her face was flushed and her nipples were thrusting against the damp silk that covered them.

Ian pushed Charlie off him and pushed her onto her back and spread her legs wide. Charlie thought that he was going to dive in tongue first, but, instead, he got up and stood next to his wife, an arm around her waist. “Wank for us.”

Charlie grinned, but did nothing, teasing them both.

“Go on, start wanking,” Kelly demanded. “Stick your fingers up your cunt and start thrusting. You could get at least three up there. You’re certainly wet enough.”

Kelly’s hand drifted towards Ian’s cock, which had reduced to a semi-erect state. She pulled the foreskin back so that his glans was revealed, a bead of pre-cum dangling off the end. She smeared the pre-cum over the head, then started to wank him in earnest.

Charlie’s breathing increased and a flush spread across her upper chest. Her hands, which had been lying across the bed, moved to her tits, pushing them together and kneading them. The nipples were cherry-red and sticking out a good inch from her aureoles. Her hands crept down her stomach. She placed them either side of her cunt and pulled the lips apart.

Ian moved the hand that was around Kelly’s waist up to her tits, and squeezed gently. He popped a couple of buttons and placed his hand inside. Kelly undid the remaining buttons and eased the blouse from her shoulders, exposing her thirty eight inch beauties to Charlie’s avid gaze.

Charlie’s breathing increased still more and she thrust two fingers into her cunt.

“That’s my girl,” Kelly gasped. “Go on, wank that cunt. Get your juices flowing. Get another finger in there.”

Charlie did just that, while using the thumb from her other hand to massage her clit. She stuck the fingers that had been up her cunt into her mouth and licked the juices from them.

Kelly couldn’t take any more and dived between Charlie’s legs and stuck her tongue up her cunt.

Charlie screamed as Kelly lapped away at her. She grabbed Kelly’s head and mashed it into her cunt. “Lick me, you dirty bitch!”

Ian got behind Kelly and unbuttoned then unzipped her short skirt to reveal her bum, clad in a pair of see-through knickers. He eased them, and the skirt, down her legs. Kelly lifted each leg in turn to allow Ian to remove them, leaving her stark naked, arse in the air as she knelt on the bed. He ran a finger around her cunt lips, before inserting it, then another, then another into her sopping wet cunt.

Kelly gasped, but carried on licking Charlie, paying particular attention to her clit, strumming it mercilessly, until a ferocious orgasm tore through Charlie, her juices flooding Kelly’s face.

Ian replaced his fingers with his tongue, licking up and down her slit, then waggling his tongue against her clit. He climbed up onto the bed and lined his cock up before thrusting into her to the hilt. He bent forward and cupped her generous tits in his hands, squeezing them and pulling on the nipples.

Kelly started to ease herself up Charlie’s body. Slowly, so that Ian could shuffle along and remain inside her. She spent a bit of time tonguing Charlie’s navel before moving up once more until she reached her tits. She pushed them together and alternated sucking each nipple. Moving up once more, she reached Charlie’s mouth and stuck her tongue inside, swirling it against Charlie’s.

Ian was still inside Kelly and was now able to finger Charlie’s cunt. Two, then three fingers went inside her and Charlie moaned into Kelly’s mouth. “I want to taste your cunt,” she said.

Kelly allowed Ian to slip out of her and moved up Charlie’s body and knelt astride her face. She reached down and pulled her cunt lips apart. Charlie poked her tongue out and prodded at it, sticking it in as far as she could, then pulling out and flicking it against Kelly’s clit.

Ian got behind Kelly, running his cock up and down between her arse cheeks. He reached around and cupped her tits, squeezing them so that the flesh bulged between his fingers.

Charlie lapped away at Kelly’s cunt beykoz escort until Kelly orgasmed, flooding Charlie’s face with cum. She pulled away from Ian, lay next to Charlie and licked her juices from Charlie’s face, before kissing her deeply.

Ian knelt on the bed between them and offered his straining cock to where the two mouths joined. Both girls licked at the head and shaft, occasionally kissing each other when their tongues happened to meet.

Ian scooted down then thrust into Charlie. Kelly remained where she was, fondling Charlie’s tits and occasionally kissing her or sucking on her nipples.

“I’m gonna come,” Ian gasped after a while.

“Shoot it in my mouth,” Charlie demanded, so Ian straddled her chest and positioned his cock a couple of inches from Charlie’s mouth. Kelly reached out and grasped it and started wanking it briskly. It didn’t take long before Ian threw his head back and fired a torrent of spunk straight into Charlie’s mouth.

Kelly milked Ian’s cock until his orgasm had diminished. Some of the spunk had landed on Charlie’s face, so Kelly licked it all up and went to kiss Charlie. She was delighted to find that Charlie hadn’t swallowed the spunk in her mouth and, when Kelly clamped her mouth onto Charlie’s, Charlie pushed a wad of spunk into her mouth.

Their tongues swirled together, then were joined by Ian’s. Charlie’s eyes widened in surprise, then she allowed Ian to suck some of the spunk out of her mouth which he then transferred to Kelly’s. They kept this up until all three mouths were fully coated.

They lay back on the bed, sated for the time being.

“When will you be ready to go again?” Charlie asked Ian after a few minutes, fingers idly toying with her cunt.

“Be a few minutes yet,” he replied, looking down at his wilted cock.

“Girl’s insatiable,” Kelly commented, while slowly stroking her moist slit.

“Come here,” Charlie said to Kelly, opening her legs wide and pulling her cunt lips apart.

Kelly moved up to Charlie, then flipped around and planted her cunt on Charlie’s face, while her tongue delved deep into Charlie’s.

Ian stroked his slowly hardening cock. It was looking like it wouldn’t be very long at all before he would be ready for action again.

The girls licked at each other, faces soon glistening with girl-spunk.

“I’ve got an idea,” Charlie said, suddenly. “My boyfriend probably isn’t doing anything at the moment. I bet he’d love to join us.” She looked at Ian. “Plus, he’s really into sucking cock. You seem to like the taste of your own spunk, but what about someone else’s?”

Ian’s cock gave a little twitch at this. Truth be told, he did fantasise about sucking a cock and tasting another man’s spunk. The more he thought about it, the harder his cock became, until pre-cum was oozing liberally from his cock. He smeared it down his shaft and started to wank, his cock now fully hard.

“Woah,” Charlie said. “Don’t waste it. Let me ring Pete and see if I can get him over here.”

She climbed off the bed and walked naked across the room, arse jiggling delightfully, to where her phone was in her handbag.

Kelly, meanwhile, lay down next to Ian, idly toying with his cock. She bent down to lick some of the copious pre-cum from his cock, before kissing him and transferring it to him.

Charlie returned to the bed. “He’ll be five minutes. I’ll go wait downstairs to let him in.” the fact that she was naked didn’t matter. The house was a large detached and the trees around the property meant that nobody could see in from outside.

Ten minutes later, a naked Charlie was standing next to a fully-dressed Pete at the bottom of the bed. Pete’s grey jogging bottoms were bulging hugely at the front. Charlie removed his t-shirt then crouched down behind him and in one swift movement, dragged his bottoms down. His cock twanged when released and almost slapped him on the stomach.

“Oh my God, that’s fucking beautiful,” Kelly gasped, as she took in the glorious eight inches bobbing around in front of her. Charlie, now standing behind Pete, reached around and grasped his cock. She pulled the foreskin back to reveal his deep purple helmet, glistening with pre-cum. Kelly simply couldn’t resist and, sitting on the end of the bed, plunged her mouth down onto it. It tasted wonderful! She licked around the head, before taking it, and about five inches of the shaft, deep into her mouth.

Charlie left them to it for the moment and crawled onto the bed. Ian was holding his cock upright and Charlie sank down onto it, leaning forward and offering her generous tits to Ian’s mouth. He encircled each nipple in turn, lashing them with his tongue and sucking as much of her tit into his mouth as he could. Charlie moved up and down slowly, enough to keep him hard, but not enough that he would shoot his load any time soon.

“Want to try, Ian?” Kelly asked from the bottom of the bed.

“Yeah, go on Ian, ” Charlie said as she climbed kurtköy escort off of Ian. “Suck his cock. It’s really tasty.”

Ian, feeling somewhat nervous, moved the the end of the bed and sat next to Kelly, who took Pete’s cock from her mouth and held it out to him.

He was shaking, actually shaking, with lust, his heart going ten to the dozen. He reached out and touched another man’s cock for the first time in his life. He couldn’t believe how hot it was, or how heavy. He moved his hand back and forth slowly, the helmet coming into view then disappearing. A bead of pre-cum emerged and he poked his tongue out and gently touched it. The taste was tangy, much like his own, but slightly different to his own. He ran his tongue around the head, gathering all the pre-cum, then took the whole head into his mouth. Pete moaned and involuntarily moved forward, several inches of the shaft disappearing into Ian’s mouth.

Ian’s cock was now rock hard and he couldn’t help but grab hold of it. His hand was immediately awash with pre-cum, which he smeared down the shaft. The musky smell drifted up and he breathed it in. After only a few seconds, he had to stop or he was going to shoot all over Pete’s legs. He could think of a much better place for it to go.

Pete was almost on the point of coming, so pulled his cock from Ian’s mouth and stepped back. His glistening cock was straining almost vertically, the veins standing out and the head a dark shiny purple colour. “Sorry,” he said. “Don’t want to spunk just yet. Not until I’ve had a taste of that,” he said, looking down at Ian’s cock.

Ian shifted back on the bed and lay with his legs splayed, cock pointing at the ceiling. “Help yourself,” he offered.

Pete got onto all fours and took Ian’s cock in his hand. It was about the same length as his own and maybe just a tiny bit thicker. It was beautiful to look at and his mouth started to water at the prospect of putting it into his mouth. He slowly stroked up and down the shaft, then engulfed the head. He licked up all the pre-cum, then moved down until he had the whole thing in his mouth, his nose pressed against Ian’s pubes.

Kelly and Charlie were standing at the side of the bed watching the action. Kelly climbed up onto the bed behind Pete and started to lick his arsehole. She licked a middle finger and inserted it gently until she reached his prostate, which she began to gently massage. The effect on Pete was immediate, as pre-cum started to ooze from his cock. Charlie had managed to squirm her head underneath Pete, so that his cock leaked the pre-cum straight into her mouth as she nuzzled at the head.

With a finger still in Pete’s arse, Kelly moved her attention to his dangling balls, running her tongue around them, then sucking each in turn into her mouth. Charlie was still busily sucking his cock, but her position was such that it was beginning to feel a bit uncomfortable, so she stood up and stood at the side of the bed, drinking in the sight of her boyfriend with a cock in his mouth. She spread her legs and started to rub her cunt with one hand. The other played with her tits, squeezing them and pulling and rolling the nipples between her fingers. Ian reached out and added his fingers to the ones in her cunt.

“Let me taste it,” he said. Charlie straddled his head, facing towards his feet, and lowered herself onto him. Ian immediately pulled her cunt lips apart and thrust his tongue inside. Charlie bent forward and took Ian’s cock from Pete’s mouth and ran her tongue around the slick head. Pete joined in and added his tongue and then Kelly appeared and Ian had three tongues lashing his cock. This was too much stimulation for any man and, without warning, a stream of spunk shot out of his cock and splashed down onto the three faces above it. Spurt after spurt emerged until all three faces were almost covered. They took turns to clean each other until their faces were clear and their mouths were coated.

Charlie removed her cunt from Ian’s face and flopped down onto the bed next to him. She’d had several orgasms thanks to Ian’s incredible tongue and needed to take a break. Ian and Charlie shuffled backwards until they were sat up against the headboard, leaving most of the bed clear for Pete and Kelly to go at each other.

They wasted no time doing so. They knelt facing each other and kissed lasciviously, mouths open and tongues writhing together. Kelly’s nipples poked into Pete’s chest while his rock-hard cock nuzzled against her cunt. He reached around and grasped her buttocks, kneading the flesh and pulling the cheeks apart. Kelly reached down and grasped Pete’s cock, moving her hand up and down and running her thumb around the head, smearing his copious pre-cum around.

Kelly pulled away breathlessly and flopped onto her back sideways across the bed, legs splayed. She pulled her cunt lips apart. “Fuck me,” she demanded.

Pete held his cock and lowered it to her waiting cunt. He ran it up and down the slit a few times, then slapped the head onto her clit. He continued to tease her mercilessly until she was whimpering with need. Pete grinned evilly.

“For fuck’s sake, get in in there!” Kelly ordered.

Pete lined his cock up with the entrance and held it there. Kelly started to thrust upwards, desperate to be filled. Pete pulled back each time, keeping tantalisingly out of reach.

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Thank you all for your positive comments and feedback! Wasn’t sure what to expect on my first submission. Not sure how to edit the first story to make it include Chapter 1 in the title, but I’ll just add Chapter 2 to this story and I imagine most people can figure it out. 😉 If you haven’t read the first story, please do so before this one to understand everything going on. Hope you like…

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With most of the cum now wiped off of my face and boobs, I took a few big sips of my drink to wash down the cum still lingering in my mouth and seeping down my throat. The guys pulled up their shorts and grabbed themselves more beers from the case I acquired for them earlier. They were huddled at the front of the car looking at Jason’s phone. It took me a few moments to remember that Jason must have taken some pictures and/or video of the craziness. I started walking out from between the cars and rounded the front of the car just as an older couple was walking by. They stopped short when they saw me and I quickly realized why when I saw where they were looking. Their eyes were looking at my chest and I quickly grabbed my tank top to pull it up as I looked down at my still somewhat damp neck and boobs. The woman was smiling slyly at me and she made a motion with her hand signalling that I had something on my cheek. After pulling up my top, I reached up to my right cheek as she approached. I didn’t feel anything there as she suddenly reached out toward my left cheek. I flinched as she used her fingers to scrape something off my cheek. She held her hand up between our faces and I could see a good amount of cum on two of her fingers.

She smiled as she said, “Looks like you missed a little sweetheart.”

I could feel my face flush even more as she started to move her fingers toward my mouth.

“You need to finish the job, honey,” she chuckled as she slid her fingers on my lips and eased them open. Almost instinctively, I licked her fingers as she slowly pulled them back. We both looked at her fingers as they emerged from my mouth and there was just a little cum left on them.

“Looks like you need some help, honey,” she said as she moved her fingers to her own mouth and licked them clean.

I heard some murmuring and someone say, “I can’t believe this!”

I looked over at the guys and saw Jason had his phone raised once again and their mouths hanging open as they watched this woman lick her fingers clean of one of their, maybe a collection of all, of their cum.

“That is so fucking hot!” Jason cheered. “I bet that was mine!”

I looked over at the woman as she finished cleaning her cum covered fingers with her tongue. The man who was with her approached and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. I started to look them over and noticed they were probably in their 40’s. She had brown, curly, shoulder length hair and had on a tank top that was showing off some very impressive cleavage. It was immediately obvious that she wasn’t wearing a bra as her nipples were nearly poking through her top. It was always pretty obvious that she was not born with the pair she was gladly showing off. She had on a pair of short khaki shorts and sandals to finish off her outfit.

The man with her had a shaved head, goatee, and some piercings in his ears. He also had on a tank top, shorts, and sandals. For being what I assumed in his 40’s, he was rather muscular and had a nice tan. He was about 6′ tall, maybe a little shorter, while the woman was about my height.

They were both looking and smiling at me as my face flushed once more. They introduced themselves as Rich and Heidi before apologizing for missing the fun.

Jason spoke up, “We were just getting ready to start again.” as he grabbed my hand and led me to the side of the car and leaned me over the hood. I looked up at my boyfriend Mike but he was just smiling at me. I was bent over the hood of the car and I felt Jason hike my skirt up over my round ass. He lowered ataşehir escort my g-string panties and I saw them go sailing past me and hit Eric in the chest. Eric smiled and held them up, a large wet spot very evident on the gusset.

“You need to share a little with your friends, Mike, with a girl this hot,” said Jason as I felt his hands on my ass and suddenly felt him kiss my right cheek. With both hands spreading my cheeks, I moaned as I felt his tongue make contact with my dripping pussy. I closed my eyes and tried to grip the hood of Mike’s car as his friend started lapping up my juices. He started working his fingers into me as he kept licking up my wetness. I was so worked up from all the showing off and the blowjobs that I could already feel an orgasm approaching. Jason was working his fingers deep in my pussy as he licked all the way up to my tight little asshole, nearly pushing me over the edge.

Trying to find something to grab onto, my left hand made contact with someone’s hand. I opened my eyes expecting to see Mike but was surprised to see Rich standing there. He smiled down at me and said how much I reminded him of his wife, Heidi. Being on the edge of orgasm, I didn’t notice that he was moving my hand until I felt him place it on something in front of him and I heard him moan. I looked down to see my hand on his short, but thick cock. It almost resembled a soda can as it was nearly as thick as my fist. I felt his hands on my creep down and start groping my boobs.

At that moment, Jason thrust his fingers deep inside me and I gasped, quickly realizing that I had grasped Rich’s thick cock to hold on to something. Rich groaned as he started pumping his cock in my fist and I came as I felt Jason add a third finger deep in me and his tongue again tickle my ass.

I lay over the hood of the car soaking in the sunshine and the orgasmal (is that a word?) bliss. Before long, I felt something rubbing against my pussy and something else against my mouth. I opened my eyes to see Rich’s thick cock right in front of me and heard Jason groan as I felt his long cock penetrate my still quivering pussy.

“Your girl is so tight, buddy.” Jason told my boyfriend Mike. “She needs cock so bad right now.”

Jason worked his cock deep inside me before slowly drawing it back out as I felt Rich’s thick cock start to work it’s way into my mouth. I opened as wide as I could and he worked the tip past my engorged lips and into my warm mouth.

Not having heard Mike reply to Jason’s comments, I rolled my eyes around trying to see where he might be. It was hard to see anything around Rich and his thick cock, but I eventually saw Mike standing a foot or two to Rich’s left and he had his pants and underwear around his knees. Looking further past him, I noticed that Heidi was nearly a mirror image to me, leaning over the hood of the car with Eric behind her and her mouth ready to take Mike’s cock in her mouth.

I nearly choked as Jason suddenly thrust deep in my pussy from behind and Rich’s cock hit the back of my throat. I brought my hand up to his cock to try and keep some control of the situation and realized that even with his cock as far into my mouth as it could go, I could still fit my hand on his cock outside my mouth with a little room to spare. My hand couldn’t reach all the way around his cock either and I realized that with how thick his cock was, it had made his cock look short, which certainly wasn’t the case. He pulled my tank top down underneath my boobs so they were propped up and he started groping them gently, a slight groan detectable.

Jason was now pounding hard into me from behind and he spanked me a few times as he told me what a little slut I was. It turned me on to hear him say that knowing that with what I was doing, there was no denying he was right. I was continuing to try and suck Rich’s thick cock as best I could but I wasn’t used to anything nearly that large. He could tell I was struggling and he maltepe escort pulled his thick cock from my mouth. He looked down at me smiling and said that I was doing great. He continued to fondle my boobs and he said how amazing and natural they feel. I felt my face flush again from the compliments noticing how he really seemed to be a nice guy. As I thought about that, I figured it was probably pretty easy for him to be so nice to a sexy young girl who had his big cock in her mouth.

Before he pulled my mouth back to his cock, I looked over and saw Heidi’s face against Mike’s stomach, his cock deep in her mouth. She winked at me as I saw her tongue emerge from her mouth and lick his balls. The last image I saw before Rich’s cock stretched my mouth again and I stared at his stomach was Eric spanking Heidi’s ass as he fucked her roughly from behind.

Rich eased his thick cock back in my mouth while continuing to provide words of encouragement. “Your mouth feels amazing, Amy, and your tits are unbelievable,” he said. “Try to relax a little and open your throat.”

I thought him crazy. There was no way that cock was going to be able to fit in my throat though I still did as he asked.

Jason was starting to speed up his thrusts and continued calling me names and spanking my ass.

“Easy there, buddy,” I heard Mike tell him. “Make sure to pull out before you cum. Amy is rather forgetful about taking her birth control pills and nobody wants more of you running around.”

I heard Eric laugh and Jason just groaned. Jason gripped my hips tight and thrust one more time as deep as he could inside me. I could feel his cum flooding my tight pussy as he dumped his load about two inches deeper than Mike ever could. We both groaned as he held himself inside me until he was finished about thirty seconds later. As he pulled out, I could feel his cum start to leak down the insides of my legs.

“You’re such an ass,” I heard Mike say while Eric chuckled, yet agreed, in the background.

Jason smacked my ass before he walked away saying, “Such a sexy slut.”

Rich had just held his thick cock in my mouth while Jason was cumming but now he started working it deeper into my mouth again, trying to push into my throat. As I gagged, he pulled me off a little and I could see Mike still had his cock buried deep in Heidi’s throat. I didn’t see Eric behind her anymore just as I felt someone grab me from behind.

“I just can’t pass up this opportunity,” I heard Eric say as I felt his thick cock slowly ease into me. Even with Jason’s cum leaking from me, it was still a tight fit. Trying to think back to when I gave him a blow job, I couldn’t recall him being as thick as Rich but his cock was certainly thicker than Mike or Jason.

As Rich kept trying to work his thick cock into my throat, Eric started to pound me harder from behind. He wasn’t spanking me like Jason had. He just held on tight to my hips as he thrust his thick cock in and out of my once tight pussy. He was certainly quieter and more reserved than Jason but I could still hear him muttering dirty names as he fucked me deep.

I tried to focus on Rich’s thick cock and give him the best blow job I could while he continued to fondle my boobs and spout out compliments to me. As his cock reached my throat, I tried swallowing and his cock started to enter a little. He groaned as my throat closed tight around his tip. I couldn’t breathe so he backed off and slowly worked it in again. He was groaning more and more as we continued as a team trying to bury his full cock in my mouth and throat.

It was hard to concentrate as Eric had buried his thick cock deep in my pussy and would just move his hips around to work it as deep as possible. I think he was trying to loosen me up as much as he could.

Suddenly I heard him groan and mutter, “Sorry Mike, I don’t think she’s going to feel your skinny cock for a few days.”

He stopped his thrusts and I could feel another pendik escort big load release inside my pussy. Eric groaned as I heard Mike say, “Damnit, Eric. Not you too!”

“Sorry man,” Eric muttered as he held his cock in me long after he finished unloading his seed.

I couldn’t believe he came inside me too as I tried to remember if I took my pills this morning, or yesterday, or…

Suddenly I heard Rich groan and he thrust deeper than ever. I tried to take him as deep into my mouth and throat as I could when I felt a warm blast of cum shoot directly into my throat. I started to gag as he continued working his cock into my mouth while I tried to pull back. When his cock emerged, it seemed to just keep shooting blast after blast onto my hair, face, neck and tits.

When he finally stopped cumming, I wiped my eyes clear for the second time that day to see his wife with a generous load of her own on her face about a foot away from me. I looked up to see Rich and Mike smiling down at us and turned back to Heidi just as her mouth closed over mine. I’m fairly inexperienced with girls but at that point pretty much anything went. We made out for a while as the cum was rubbed into our faces and bodies as well as shared between our tongues. When we did separate, there was Jason with his phone pointing at us again as well as four rapidly hardening cocks.

Heidi grabbed Mike and Eric by their cocks and led them over to Eric’s car while Jason and Rich took me to the backseat of Mike’s car. Jason laid down on the seat with his legs outside the car. Rich bent me over to suck on Jason’s long cock while he tried working his hard, thick cock into my pussy for the first time. He was definitely thicker than Eric, and the thickest I’d ever had up to that point, so even with two loads inside me it was slow going.

When he finally worked his cock deep inside me, I couldn’t concentrate on sucking Jason’s cock. It felt like nothing I’d ever felt before and it seemed like all the nerves in my body were on fire. As he started to pull out, I came. When he pushed back in, it felt like I came again. It felt like one obscenely long orgasm as he worked that unbelievably thick cock deep into my pussy over and over again. Thankfully it didn’t take him long to yell out that he was cumming. Knowing he shouldn’t cum inside of me, he asked me where I wanted him to finish. Since he was the most gentlemanly of the guys that day and his cock had me on a whole other level, I just moaned for him to fill my pussy. I came again when I felt his cock expand and his warm load deeper in me than any ever before.

As he pulled out, I could feel the cum running from inside me and I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to walk again. Jason struggled to get out from under me and he worked his way behind me while keeping me bent over leaning inside the car. He thrust his cock into my pussy and I could barely feel him. His cock was rather long but after Eric and Rich’s thick cocks, there wasn’t nearly as much friction as earlier. He was getting rather frustrated and he suddenly pulled out completely. I felt the tip of his cock prod against my butthole, which caught me off guard. I had only had anal sex with one boyfriend earlier in college and wasn’t really into it. Mike’s cock had never even been in my ass before. I felt him push hard and his cock force into my ass as I moaned, “Please stop!”

I heard him groan and then a thud as he slumped over my back. I felt him pull off of me as Rich asked if I was okay. I looked back to see Jason laying on the ground, seemingly unconscious, cum leaking out of his cock. Turns out that Rich punched Jason in the back of the head when he heard me tell Jason to stop and he didn’t. To this day, nobody knows if Jason came due to getting his cock in my ass or due to the punch to the back of the head from Rich.

Rich helped me get cleaned up and we headed over to Eric’s car to see the finale of Eric cumming on Heidi’s large, fake tits and Mike pulling out and cumming on Heidi’s tight ass. We hung around having drinks until Jason finally came to. Mike filled Jason in on what went down and Jason still didn’t even seem embarrassed.

Jason just said, “Bro’s before hoes, right Mike,” and tried giving Mike a fist bump. Mike just turned away, said goodbye to Eric and our new friends, and we got into the car to head back home.

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Lisa Jackson knew better. She had been so careful for so long, had hidden her predilection for girls from everyone around her, even dating some of the male teachers at the small town school where she taught gym and coached volleyball. She even had sex with a couple of them, not enough to cause a scandal, but enough to offset any suspicions about her sexual preferences. She didn’t mind having sex with guys, but she had discovered in college under the tutelage of her then coach where her true desires lay.

She had always been athletic and tomboyish as a kid, right up through high school, landing a volleyball scholarship at a nationally ranked university. She looked far from the typical butchy lesbian stereotype though. Her small frame was toned and fit for sure, but not muscular or thick. She had never had any trouble attracting guys, or girls for that matter, and had been told numerous times by lovers that her ass was a work of art. Her breasts were small but firm, as was the rest of her, her shoulder length brown hair framing a very pretty face, a little mouth of the type usually described as pouty, and big innocent liquid brown eyes that made her appear far younger than her 32 years.

Once she had landed her current job, she knew she had to keep her personal life secret though, the small town she lived in would never put up with a lesbian coaching their daughters, not out in the open anyway. And despite all the half naked young ladies she spent most of her work life around, she was never tempted, not really anyway. Not until Julie Collins, that is.

Julie was a player on the girls volleyball team she coached in addition to her duties as a gym instructor, and despite her never giving any clues, Julie knew. She was constantly in Lisa’s office with mysterious upper thigh ailments, her leg often upon Lisa’s desk, her panties and more exposed to Lisa’s view. Though she had resisted for the better part of the year, Julie’s 18 year old body had taken a firm hold of her subconscious and she sometimes used her shower jet to get off in the tub, imagining all the depraved things she’d like to do to young Ms. Collins. She never had any intention of acting on those thoughts though. Unfortunately for Coach Jackson, Julie had other ideas.

She should have sent Julie packing when she came into Lisa’s office earlier, clearly up to no good, and complaining about another “groin pull”. She certainly should not have allowed Julie to show her where it hurt by grabbing Lisa’s hand and placing it on her pussy. She should have put up some resistance when Julie returned the favor, but the young student’s hand and her coach’s pussy had become instant friends, Lisa’s panties becoming drenched in seconds. There was no doubt she never should have let Julie open her shirt, push up her bra and work on her instantly hardened nipples with teeth and tongue, but by the time Julie’s expert mouth reached her young teacher’s box, Lisa was beyond caring and beyond regrets. She leaned back and allowed her student to take charge. Her orgasm, when it came, was earthshaking, she let out one long “ooooooooh” and titled her head back. She was in another world, which made what came next even more startling.

“What the hell is going on here?!??!” a male voice yelled.

Lisa snapped back to reality instantly, her eyes popping open and revealing one of the male professors of the school atakent escort standing in the doorway to her office, hands on hips and apparently angry as hell. She stood abruptly, suddenly realizing she was stark naked except for her socks, which didn’t cover much. She tried to cover herself and explain ( ha! ) and find her clothes all at once and accomplished none of those things, just yammering nonsensically. The professor held up a hand.

” Stop. Don’t bother, it’s obvious what’s going on here, and with a student? Lisa I am surprised at you.” He said.

She watched the professors glance take in her naked body, and then down to Julie who was also somehow naked. When the hell had that happened? Oh this was bad, so very bad.

“I have to report this, you know that.” The professor continued. Lisa was annoyed it had to be him, one of the few men at the school that she actually liked, and actually found halfway attractive.

“I understand…just let me get dressed and then I will resign. “she said, eyes downcast. She hoped he just let her quit. If this got out, she’d have to leave the state to find another job. Julie jumped to her defense, running over to the professor, still naked and begging him

“Please don’t say anything professor, please. We’ll do anything, just don’t tell.” The professor looked disconcerted by the proximity of the naked young teenager and tried to push her away. Julie persisted though, detailing her offer more thoroughly.

“Please sir….” She begged…accenting her offer by placing her hand on the professor’s crotch and squeezing. Lisa was about to tell Julie to stop making things worse when she noticed her colleague’s instant and impressive reaction to Julie’s hand. She decided to shut up and let things play out for a moment. After all, she had nothing to lose.

“Julie…you know I can’t…I mean I…” His voice trailed off as Julie upped the ante, opening his pants and taking his rapidly hardening dick in her mouth.

“Wait, Julie…stop…this is wrong.” he said, but with little conviction. Julie really was hard to stop when she got going, as Lisa knew all too well. The professors hand, almost of its own volition, placed itself at the back of Julies head and eased her deeper onto his big dick. Finally he pushed her off.

“Ok, I must be insane, but I guess you areboth consenting adults…so..ok …. but! it has to be both of you or no deal. ” he said…looking Lisa up and down, and obviously liking what he saw.

Lisa was blindsided by this new development, and reddened quickly under his lustful gaze. Things were happening too quickly for her to process. Being stark naked in front of her co worker made her feel exposed and powerless, she couldn’t even run. Where the hell were her clothes anyway? She felt herself reddening under the professor’s increasingly lustful gaze, as Julie shamelessly returned to working his rather nice cock like a pro.

“Well, Lisa? What do you say? ” He asked her, opening his arms in a beckoning gesture. Lisa hesitated for just one moment, figured she had nothing to lose and everything to gain, added in the fact that by now she was super turned on again watching Julie’s antics, steeled her nerve, and took the three steps over to the professor. She was expecting to drop to her knees and join Julie, but her co beykent escort worker surprised her by taking her in his arms and kissing her fiercely and passionately as his hands roamed her body, one finally cupping her ass cheek, one finger lightly pressing into her instantly wet pussy from behind.

” Oooooooh. ” Lisa moaned, as he kissed her neck, ears, down to her perky little tits. Her body was responding quickly and totally, his rough treatment of her breasts with his teeth and tongue contrasting wonderfully with Julie’s earlier soft caresses. Rarely was Lisa turned on to this extent by a guy, but her co worker was pushing all the right buttons. Her knees buckled a bit when Julie turned her attention back to her coach’s hot little box, taking the older woman by surprise and bringing her closer to another earth shaking orgasm. Lisa was lost in a sea of passion, all inhibition gone. She gave no resistance when Julie pulled her down to her knees and offered her the professor’s fat dick. She barely hesitated before taking him deeply into her hot mouth. Lisa had used blowjobs to avoid sex with guys for as long as she could remember, and she showed off her experience now. She took control of her colleague’s cock now, Julie sliding easily to a subservient role under her coach’s direction, working her teenage lips all over her professor’s balls while Lisa got into a deep throated rhythm on the professor’s monster rod.

Now it was the professor’s knees that threatened to fail him as the two nymphs attacked his hard on with gusto. He grabbed a hold of Lisa’s silky brown hair with both hands and started to fuck her face with greater urgency, his hips lunging forward to meet her. Lisa knew he was close to blowing a load by instinct and tried once, weakly to pull off of him but he held her fast. Then it happened, the professor stiffened, let out a long low moan and pumped what seemed like a gallon of cum down Lisa’s throat. The young teacher could feel her co workers cock pulsing over and over. She did her best to take it all, but despite her best efforts, some leaked out onto her face and chin and neck. The professor held her tight until he had spent himself, then let her fall back onto the floor, gasping for breath. Julie promptly grabbed his rapidly deflating cock and licked it clean. The girl never misses a beat, Lisa thought. She watched as Julie worked, perfectly in control of the situation, apparently. Lisa and the professor both seemed at a loss for anything to say at this point, the moment would have gotten awkward except for Julie, who stood, took Lisa’s hand in hers and her professor’s cock in her other hand and said

” Time to clean you two up! ” and led them both along the hallway towards the girls showers. Lisa realized that the day’s adventure wasn’t quite over yet and she walked in a daze, unsure of what was coming next…

Lisa allowed herself to be led into the girl’s showers, still in a bit of a daze from recent events. The professor hadn’t said a word since fucking her face, also seemingly content to let Julie set the itinerary. Lisa admitted to herself with a grin that it was working out pretty well for him so far. She was very conscious of her nakedness again now, she felt herself reddening as the professor looked her over admiringly. Julie ran the nearest shower head, the noise of the büyükçekmece escort water hitting the cold ceramic floor momentarily startling Lisa. Julie set the temperature quickly then ducked under the water, letting it fall all over her young body. She was posing a little, Lisa knew. And why not? The girl had an exquisite body, tanned and toned and not an ounce of fat anywhere. Lisa felt her pussy responding, a fact only made worse when the professor stepped under the water with Julie, soaping her up from behind. When he reached around and worked Julie’s breasts with the soapy water Lisa could barely contain herself…when his hand reached between the young teens legs, she stopped trying. She moved under the water with her two new shower pals and helped the professor get Julie squeaky clean, paying special attention to her student’s perky tits and shaved box. They soon turned the tables on the professor, who leaned his head back, letting the hot water pour over him as the two beauties covered him in suds, soapy breasts pressing against him all over and hungry little hands stroking his cock and balls. Lisa found herself holding her co worker’s raging hard on, her hand sliding smoothly along its soapy length.

She wanted it inside her badly at this point, her entire body was buzzing now, she had never felt so turned on in her life. Then suddenly it was her turn, Julie soaping her down from the front while the professor washed her back and ass. He then started to shampoo Lisa’s hair, which the young teacher found incredibly erotic, his powerful hands gently rubbing the lather into her hair while his hard cock brushed her back and Julie brought her closer to another orgasm, all while the steamy hot water rained down on her and the shower room started to fog up. The professor rinsed her hair out, then reached down and grabbed her a little bit below her hips with both hands and lifted her off the ground, his cock now in better position for what Lisa hoped badly was coming next. She felt his fat cock against her ass cheeks and almost cried out, she wanted it so bad. All her inhibitions were long gone, and she relaxed her body, hanging almost limp in his arms, her pussy ready for her colleague’s stiff dick. She was completely unprepared, therefore, when the professor shifted position slightly, bent his legs a little bit, and stuck his 8 inches of hard cock right up Lisa’s ass. Her surprise was so complete that she never even fought or tried to clench her ass to keep him out. His first thrust took left his big rod about 4 inches into her virgin butt, her tiny body bounced once on the soapy monster and then settled onto it fully, balls deep in the young teachers tight back door. Lisa let out a sound that she barely recognized as her own voice, and tried to speak, but the professor wasted no time getting into a rhythm, grunting as he hammered her from behind, enjoying her tightness and helplessness, her feet still not touching the floor. Lisa couldn’t catch her breath, and then Julie attacked her clit, and Lisa came so hard she almost passed out. When her orgasm hit, her body involuntarily tightened, including her ass, which clamped down on the professor’s dick and made him let out a moan of his own as he lost it as well. Lisa could feel each spurt inside her ass, till he finally slipped out of her and let her drop to the floor under the hot water. Julie immediately went to work cleaning off his dick. She really was a very helpful girl, Lisa though inanely. She lay there on the shower floor, spent. Julie and the professor stood over her, smiling down at her naked body.

“See you Monday, Lisa. 9 am, my office. We have a lot of work to do this semester. ” The professor said. Julie’s smile was filled with promise.

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Claudia was a waitress at a new club, Tarts-n-Hearts. It was her first day working the floor alone. Her long black curly black hair was ticked back and pinned at her neck. The tiny uniform she wore outlined her curves and hugged her body. Her breasts were a c-cup, overflowing from the top she wore. Her thighs were barely covered and she’d had to wear a thong to hide panties lines in the tight skirt. Topping it off, they had to wear heels, atleast six inch, stillettos. She wasn’t very comfortable, but the tips were amazing because the customers loved the skin they got.

Tarts-n-Hearts was not just a club, two nights a week they had strippers and once a week was ladies night. Men brought their women into the bar, got them drunk, cozied up in a booth and watched the show. She’d only worked here for three days, but she’d seen plenty of women kissing the waitresses, grabbing them and she’d even thought she’d seen one girl on her knees in front of a man.

Each section of the club was distinguished by color, tonight her color was blue. Three closed off booths for private parties, two tables for meals and three seats to wait at the bar for an opening. Her job was to wait on the two tables and three booths. Jerry, the bar tender would take care of the ones waiting at the bar. If a high paying private party wants to take over the waitress for any time period, they bring out a back-up waitress and close off her section until the private party’s time is over.

She could handle this, not alot to do. She had been a waitress before, just not in a place like this. Two hours into her shift, she’d made almost a hundred dollars. She’d had two private parties and three tables so far. The next man to enter her zone was known around the club as Mr. Z.

Mr Z. was a big spender, his tips were atleast five hundred dollars an hour. He’d keep you as long as you did as he told you. If you were late or took too long, he’d cut you short, no tip and move to someone else’s section. She was very nervous. She’d hoped he’d avoid her section for atleast a few weeks til she got the hang of it.

Before she could get Mr. Z into a booth, her lights went out and her buzzer went off. Another waitress was taking over and she was to report to Jerry for details.

Seating Mr. Z, she quickly rushed over to Jerry. “What’s going on?” she asked.

Jerry smiled, “Mr. Z wants you for the night. Do what ever he wants. He’s a good client and he can make or break you. If you want this job, make nice with him.”

“What do you mean esenyurt escort make nice? Do what he wants? Anthing he wants? What does that mean?” she stammered.

Jerry hurried her along, “Go Claudia, if you want your job, keep Mr. Z happy. No go, he doesn’t like to wait.”

Tucking her hair and straightening the tiny skirt, she rushed back to the booth Mr. Z had been settled into. Entering the booth, she glanced around looking for him. He was no where to be found. She left the booth and checked the next one, it was empty too. She made her way to the back booth and he was seated inside.

He had a woman with him, she was absolutely breath taking. Soft reddish blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders. She wore a short red dress, covered in sequins held up by tiny straps. Her neck was decorated with diamonds and she wore a beautiful diamond ring. Bright red nails attached to long slender fingers.

Claudia had never been with a woman before, but she was mighty curious about Mr. Z’s companion. Taking their drinks orders, she met eyes with the woman. She smiled sweetly and the woman brushed a hand against her cheek. A spark between them, she backed away to go get their drinks.

Returning, she found Mr. Z alone. “Here are your drinks, sir.”

Mr. Z’s eyes met her’s. His grin widened and he spoke softly, “You think she’s attractive don’t you?”

Her eyes lowered and she mumbled, “Very pretty.”

He ran a hand along her chin, lifting her eyes to his, “She’s attracted to you too. She went to freshen up. I bet she’s touching herself thinking of you.”

Her cheeks turned crimson, she couldn’t look up at him again. Backing away, she thought of what Jerry had said, keep Mr. Z happy. She had to continue through this.

When she offered him an appetizer or meal, he shushed her. “Come, sit with me dear. I like to get to know the women who work here.”

She sat next to him, he rested an arm behind her. “So, do you enjoy beautiful women? Or is it just my lady who you’re attracted to?”

She blushed more, “She’s very attractive, but I’ve got a boyfriend at home.”

He laughed, “I guess you don’t know the rules here. No one has a boyfriend while they are at work here.”

His hand roamed across the edge of her skirt hem. Sliding a finger underneath and running it across her bare skin. His fingers crawled up her inner thigh, finding the wet spot in her thong. She gasped.

He leaned in closer, his lips near başakşehir escort her earlobe. Breathe on her skin, her body warming up. “Now, be a good girl and….”

Just then, the lady walked inside, “Z, baby, I told you to wait for me! I wanted to be a part of this too.”

She slid into the seat against Claudia. “Hi sweetie, I’m Viv, I’m Mr. Z’s lady friend. You’re really pretty sweetie.”

Claudia was trapped between them, Viv’s fingers ran across her breasts, touching her nipples. They were getting hard and poking against the fabric. Mr. Z’s cock was also growing harder, pressed against his pants. She could see the outline, it was large.

Mr. Z’s fingers were running up and down her leg. Slowly making their way to her freshly shaved pussy. Her thong was moist, her wetness seeping through the thin fabric.

Viv’s lips were near her ear, kissing her neck and nibbling on her earlobe. She was nervous, afraid to stop it. She couldn’t forget that she’d been warned to keep Mr. Z happy. She would do whatever he wanted, she just wanted the tip!

She spread her legs a little wider, his fingers were on the outside of her thong. Rubbing at her throbbing clit through the thin silk. Her mouth was watering, she loved her pussy fingered. She could cum three or four times just by rubbing herself. Mr. Z’s thick fingers were teasing her.

Viv’s face was now even with her tits. One tug at the front of her shirt made both of them pop out. Her nipples were solid and poking straight at Viv. She took that as an invitation and sucked it into her mouth. She teased and flicked at the hard nub with her tongue. Her fingers slipping down towards her now hiked up skirt.

Her thong was fully exposed, so were her breasts. She should have been naked as bare as she was. Mr. Z pushed the thong over, exposing her pussy. It was glistening, wet as could be. He pushed one thick finger up inside her, rubbing her clit with his thumb.

Viv’s mouth had been across both breasts, tasting her every inch. She helped Claudia off with her shirt. She sat there in a thong, her skirt around her waist. With two stranger’s teased and taunting her with orgasm.

She tensed as Mr. Z stuffed another finger deep inside her. Fucking her with his fat fingers. She was dripping all over his hand, his movements made her cum. She was sopping wet and horny as fuck. All she wanted now was to be fucked.

Her slow orgasmic torture wasn’t over yet. Mr. Z was sliding küçükçekmece escort away from her, while Viv helped her off with her skirt. Then her thong came off and Mr. Z breathed in her scent. He flicked his tongue across the wet spot on the fabric before tucking it away in his pocket.

He helped Claudia lay back on the bench, one leg resting across the back above them. The other foot was perched against the table, spreading herself wide for him. He lowered himself to breathe in her sweet smell, lowering his mouth to her sweet spot and lapping at her. He lapped as if she were water and he needed a drink, over and over his tongue smacked across her clit.

She couldn’t believe her luck, his tongue worked wonders on her. Viv wasn’t to be left out, she lifted one leg over Claudia’s face, resting it beside her head. Lowering her own delicious cunt right to Claudia’s mouth.

Claudia’s experimenting with women went as far as a tongue kiss. She’d never tasted pussy before. Viv’s tiny patch of curly black hair rested just above her slit. She ran her tongue along the slit, searching for her warmth.

She found it, just as Mr. Z sucked her clit into his mouth, slurping at it. Pressing two fingers into her. She treated Viv to the same, two fingers deep, fucking her pussy. While her mouth tasted every inch of her savory hole.

Mr. Z suddenly slipped a third finger deep into her asshole, fucking both holes at once. She clamped down on Viv’s pussy, teasing her with tongue and fingers. She rubbed vigorously at Viv’s cunt, begging her to cum.

Both of them, working hard at pussy tasting. Mr. Z’s tongue pressed her clit and rubbed harder and faster. She let go of Viv long enough to cry out and went back to Viv, tighter and harder than she had. Viv’s orgasm lasted longer, she dripped on Claudia’s face. Leaving behind a trail of wetness.

Mr. Z stood, Viv helped Claudia up. Thinking she was finished, she went to slip past Mr. Z to get them refills on drinks. His grip on her arm was hard. Before she could get him off, she was bent over the table. Her ass in the air and he was inside her before she could stop him.

His cock was so big and hard. She was off the ground, he was so big. Pounding into her, over and over. Masculine arms pressed him into her, she cried out, over and over. Wanting him to be harder, rougher. She’d even wanted him to fill her with cum.

Suddenly, she felt Viv’s mouth over her clit. His dick in and out of her. Could hear his balls slap off Viv’s chin. She cried out as waves of orgasm ripped through her. She shook, unable to control the urgency of the orgasm she’d had.

Finally, she felt Mr. Z’s cum spray inside her, filling her with his salty mix. Viv’s face when she emerged was covered in a mix of both of their cum. She was happy, he was happy and after the five hundred dollar tip, Claudia was even happy.

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Authors Note: This is another FICTIONAL story. All characters in the story are FICTIONALwith the exception of my wife and I. All of the actions and conversations in this story are FICTIONAL.

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My trial was over. I had pleaded guilty to being a black cock sucking cum drinking slut whore of the highest order. I had objected to being called a whore and pled not guilty. During the court adjournment for lunch I had been forced into stripping and having sex with six black guys. I must admit that they didn’t need much force to convince me and I did enjoy the occasion. I didn’t realize that the session was being filmed and then the film had been doctored to make it appear that I sold my pussy for forty six dollars and thirty five cents.

The white judge that convicted me had made his way down into the holding cell and lifted his black robe to reveal that he was naked from the waist down. I had been naked since the court re-commenced after lunch.

“Blow me.” He ordered.

I complied without hesitation.

After he had shot his load into my mouth he played with one of my breasts for a moment and then turned away and walked towards the door.

“Let them in.” I heard him say.

He left the room and the “lawyers” and just about everyone from the court’s public gallery filed in. Every single one of them was black.

I knew what was about to happen and I shivered in anticipation. I was nervous but determined to concentrate fully on satisfying every single black cock in the room. I was also well aware that there was recording equipment in the room and I wanted to make sure that, if they were still recording, I gave them value for money.

I walked casually over to the table in the holding cell and climbed up on it. Lying down on my back I let my legs fall open so that my pussy was on display. It wasn’t long before I felt a hand between my legs and soon after several more pawing at my boobs. I was indeed guilty as charged.

The fucking started and before long I was wailing like a banshee as cock after cock penetrated me. I began to wonder if Darby had used only one criterion to select the guys as the cocks seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. My back started to get a little sore and so I called a temporary halt while I got on my hands and knees. This gave me the opportunity to get through the guys twice as quick with one in my pussy and one in my mouth.

After a while several of the guys decided to use my ass instead of my pussy and, although it was painful at first, I soon got used to it. It was a different sensation and led to several wonderful orgasms.

The pace started to slacken and I was grateful for the rest. My ass and pussy were dripping cum and my face was covered in it. When the last guy had finished with me I sat up and asked for a towel. The female black court guard brought me one and told me that there was a price to pay for it. I wiped the cum off of my face and asked her what she meant. Her response was simply to start unbuckling her belt. I dropped the towel and got onto my knees. Pushing her hands away from her belt I took over and eased her pants down. She was wearing a beautiful pair of royal blue silk panties which I took great delight in pulling down over her ass. She sat on the bench and let her legs part and I wasted no time in tasting her hairy pussy.

As I licked and sucked her pussy I was vaguely aware that the guys were getting dressed and leaving. Soon the only sounds in the room were my grunting and her gasping and sighing. I felt her start to tremble and buck and I made sure that my tongue was firmly on her clitoris. She orgasmed and I licked her gently until she got her breath back. She pushed my head away and stood up to get dressed.

I had nothing to wear, indeed I had no idea where my clothes were. The guard put the handcuffs back on me and pushed me roughly towards the door. We walked down a long corridor and finally came to a steel door. She pressed a button and the door was opened from the outside. She pushed me though the doorway and I found myself stood on a loading dock as a van backed up in front of me.

“Innocent or guilty.” The outside guard asked.

“Guilty as hell.” The female guard replied.

“In that case she won’t mind this.”

The male guard who opened the door stood in front of me and started to flick my nipples with his fingers. He soon tired of that and went to town with his fingers on my pussy.

The van doors opened and a ramp clattered down. The guard removed his fingers from my vagina and I was pushed into the van. I sat on the cold steel bench and my legs were shackled to some iron rings that protruded from the floor. Naturally the guard missed a couple of rings and my legs were secured wide apart. The guard sat on the bench directly opposite me and I watched his eyes roam from my tits to my pussy and back again.

The van door was slammed shut and a single light came on.

“We have about a half hour journey ahead of us. I could do whatever I want to you.” He had an evil look on his face.

I was avcılar escort not going to be intimidated by him.

“Then why don’t you?” I challenged.

Before I knew what was happening he had unlocked one of my shackles and spun me around. He re-shackled my foot and bent me over. A few seconds later I felt the head of his cock pushing against my pussy lips. I was determined not to be afraid and pushed my pussy hard onto his cock. He gasped as I tightened my pussy muscles and pushed my ass into his groin.

He certainly had not expected me to do that and, apart from the fact that I was securely shackled, I felt that I was fully in control. He orgasmed extremely quickly and sat down. I looked over my shoulder and noticed his limp white dick and sweat dripping off of his face. He quickly pulled up his pants and looked somewhat embarrassed.

After a few minutes I said “You ready to go again?”

He obviously wasn’t and took out his inadequacy with a very sharp slap across my ass. I flinched but I was determined not to feel intimidated.

“Oooh, I like that.” I cooed.

He responded with another slap and then another and another. My cheeks felt like they were glowing red and I was on the verge of yelling “Stop” when I felt the van slow down and bump over a storm grate. Then the van stopped. I was sure that this would not be the last time in the coming week that I would feel pain.

The van door flew open and my leg shackles were taken off.

“Did she get a little boisterous?” I heard a voice say.

The voice belonged to Darby.

“She was a bit lippy.” The guard replied.

I was helped down from the van and Darby led me towards the elevator. As we got in the elevator Darby slapped my ass even harder than the guard had.

“Ow! What was that for?” I yelped.

“Because I own you and I can.” He replied. “You can expect more of that over the next week.”

“Bring it on.” My bravado responded and I instantly regretted it.

He didn’t slap me again and not a word was shared on the way up to the penthouse. When we got out of the elevator he took the handcuffs off of me and led me into his bedroom. His butler was on his way out of the room and Darby stopped him and said “Is it ready?”

“Yes, just as you ordered.” The butler replied.

The butler had a good look at my naked body as he left and then Darby led me to the bathroom. Just like the very first time I spent a night with Darby there were candles lit and a bath full of steamy water.

“In you get.” He ordered.

I held out my hand and he helped me into the bath. The water temperature was perfect and the aroma was intoxicating. I leaned back and let the water cover my body. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened my eyes I saw Darby coming into the bathroom carrying two glasses of wine. He was shirtless and still looked magnificent even though he was in his sixties.

I took a sip of wine and handed my glass to him. As I closed my eyes I felt his hand on my stomach. He had a soft cloth in his hand and he began to soap my body. He slowly worked his hand up to my breasts and gently massaged them. My nipples hardened against his hand. I knew that he would soon work his hand down my body and between my legs and so I slowly parted my legs in anticipation.

When I felt his hand on my pussy I sighed and pushed back against his hand.

“Not yet.” He chided.

He finished my pussy and legs and then told me to lean forwards while he washed my back. After a few minutes he stepped away and picked up a towel. I stood up and held out one hand. He helped me out of the bath and started to gently towel me off. When he was satisfied that I was dry enough he led me into his bedroom and helped me up onto the huge bed.

I watched him strip off his pants and boxers and was again amazed at how good he looked. He got into bed beside me and took me into his arms. I could already feel his erection growing.

“Did you have a good day?” he asked.

“It was interesting.” I replied.

We cuddled for a while and then he turned onto his back and said “Come to me now.”

His cock stood straight up and I knew that I was to straddle him. I did so happily. I took my time with him and got him close to orgasm several times before I backed off a bit. Finally I didn’t back off and felt his cock engorge and release. When he finished I lifted myself off of him and got up to get a towel. When I had cleaned our combined juices off of his cock and balls I got back into bed and we cuddled again for a while.

It had been a long day and I soon fell asleep.

At some point during the night he woke me up and took me very roughly from behind. It was thoroughly enjoyable and again I was amazed by his readiness and stamina. We fell back to sleep and although it was several hours it seemed like only minutes before I heard an alarm clock. I sat up and looked at the clock on the bedside table next to Darby. I leaned over and turned the alarm off. The time was halkalı escort seven a.m.

I shook Darby awake and said “I think it’s time to get up.”

He got up and went into the bathroom. I heard the shower start and about fifteen minutes later he re-appeared washed and neatly dressed.

“You have two minutes in the bathroom. Go.” He ordered.

I went to the bathroom and had a pee, washed my hands and face and cleaned my teeth.

“Come.” He yelled.

I hustled out of the bathroom just as he was leaving the room. I almost had to jog to keep up with him as he headed to the dining room. Breakfast was already on the table and he said “Eat. You’re gonna need it.”

I didn’t need another invitation. I hadn’t eaten for quite some time and I ate greedily.

He waited until I had finished and then stood up and barked “Follow me.”

Again I struggled to keep up as we headed for the elevator. It was only when the elevator doors opened in the underground parking garage that I became conscious of my nudity.

We got into the smaller of the two limousines and it headed out towards the highway. We were heading out to the west end of the city and I wondered what our destination was.

We drove for almost an hour before we pulled into the parking lot of a factory. It was a modern building in an industrial business park. There was a narrow strip of grass between the parking lot and the road and I was surprised at how many vehicles there were on the road.

“Come on. Let’s go in.” Darby ordered.

“Wait, I have no clothes on.” I protested.

“I’m fully aware of that. Get out of the car.” He sounded like he was losing patience.

I got out of the car and crossed my arms over my boobs.

“Put your hands behind your back.” He demanded.

I reluctantly did so and he grabbed my arm and we started up the steps towards a door. I heard a truck horn sounding as we reached the top step and I cringed. I was naked in the street and pretty obviously someone had noticed.

Darby opened the door and ushered me inside. In front of me was a reception desk behind which a middle-aged black woman sat. She was on the phone and I heard her say “Yes sir, the order was filled last night and they will be shipped today.”

She hung up the phone and looked up at us.

“Good morning sir. Beautiful day isn’t it?” She addressed Darby.

“Yes Marsha, it certainly is.” Darby replied. “Can you assemble all staff in the cafeteria in ten minutes?”

“Of course.” She replied.

Darby started to lead me away down a carpeted corridor and I heard the intercom crackle and then Marsha’s voice. “All staff to the cafeteria immediately. All staff to the cafeteria immediately.”

Darby reached into his pants pocket and fished out a key. He unlocked a door and pushed it open.

“In you go.” He gave me a gentle push and I found myself in a very well appointed comfortable office.

“Stand here.” He ordered as he led me to the middle of the room. “Hands behind your back.”

I did as I was told and felt very self conscious as his eyes roamed over my body.

“Is this your company?” I asked.

“One of them.” He replied.

“What do you make here?”

“Packaging. Cardboard boxes and plastic containers.” He replied.

“What are the cardboard boxes used for?” I asked.

“Mostly for business. They use them to put their old records in before they send them off to storage.” He answered.

“And the plastic?”

“Mostly for commercial movers. You’d be surprised how many large and medium sized companies change premises in a year.”

“How many people work here?” I asked.

“Forty two on the night shift and fifty six on days. Shifts will be changing soon. You’ll get to see most of them. You’re working here today.” He smiled.

He leaned forward and pressed a button. “Marsha. Everyone in the cafeteria?”

“I’ll just go and check sir.” She replied.

A few moments later the phone rang. It must have been Marsha because I heard Darby say “Ok, thanks. We’ll be there soon.”

“What am I supposed to be doing here today?” I asked.

“You’ll do what you are told to do.” He replied as a matter of fact.

He led me out of his office and locked the door. We turned down another carpeted hallway and I saw some double doors ahead of me. Above the doors was a sign that read ‘Cafeteria’.

All of a sudden I felt the thrill of my nudity although for once I felt uncomfortably vulnerable. Darby pushed the doors open and the room fell silent. All of the chairs were occupied and there were guys sitting on the tables too. More guys were leaning against the walls. I looked at some of the tables in right in front of me and noticed that three of them were occupied by women.

“Good morning everyone.” Yelled Darby.

“Good morning.” Came the mass response.

Darby led me up a couple of steps onto a small raised platform. I brought my hands in front of me to cover my pussy.

“We have beylikdüzü escort a new employee for the day.” Darby addressed the crowd. “She is here to learn how we do business.”

“She’ll be spending some time in each department so you’ll all get to know her quite well.”

The majority of the people in front of me were black but there were also a few whites, Indians and what I guessed were South Americans.

“Put your hands behind your back.” Darby whispered to me.

As I did so I noticed all eyes staring firmly at my pussy. My nipples were already erect and now I started to feel dampness between my legs.

“As you all know, we hold a banquet for charity every year. Some of the proceeds from that dinner go to help pay the wages of some of the student interns here and also to pay for some of the food that we eat in this very room.” Darby announced.

“What you don’t know is that Janice attended the most recent banquet and indeed, gave her body for the cause.” He continued.

I could feel my face turning red and I looked down at my feet. I was too embarrassed to even look at the crowd.

“Isn’t that right Janice?” he asked.

“Yes.” I mumbled.

“What was your mandate that weekend Janice?” Darby asked.

“To entertain the guests and do whatever they asked me to do.” I answered.

“What were your rights that weekend Janice?”

“I had no rights. So long as there was no violence I had to do whatever I was told to do.” I was now beet red and I wouldn’t have minded if the ground opened up and swallowed me.

“Does anyone here wonder what Janice was told to do that weekend? If you are uncertain you can ask her exactly what she did do.” Darby instructed.

A rather fat black man stood up and asked “Did you suck any cocks?”

“Yes, I did.” I replied.

“How many?’ the man asked.

“I don’t know. I wasn’t keeping score.” I snorted defiantly.

“An estimate then?” Darby asked.

“Perhaps twenty or so.” I lied.

“I have looked at the videos quite often. I counted well over one hundred.” He shot back.

All I could do was shrug my shoulders.

“What will you do here today?” asked Darby.

“I don’t know.” I replied.

“Will you suck anyone’s cock?”

“If I am told to.” I admitted.

“Will you take multiple cocks at any given time?” he probed.

“If I have to.”

“Then why don’t you tell everyone what you intend to do here today.”

I took a deep breath and announced “I will suck cock and I will take multiple cocks here today.”

“Any more questions?” Darby asked.

An Indian guy put up his hand.

“What is your question Dhaval?” Darby asked.

“Is any part of your body off limits.” Dhaval grinned.

I looked at Darby and took a deep breath. “No.” was my honest answer.

An extremely large black woman asked “Do you lick pussy?”

“Yes, I lick pussy too.”

“Ok everyone, when you see Janice during the day please be friendly. I’m sure that Janice is willing to give her body for our cause again. You are, aren’t you Janice?” Darby smiled.

“Yes, I am willing to give my body again.” I felt embarrassed saying it but it was the truth and I was looking forward to it.

The staff took that as their cue to go back to work. I noticed Marsha whispering in Darby’s ear and he nodded and smiled.

Marsha headed out in a bit of a hurry and Darby took me back to his office.

“Ready for your first piece of business?” he asked.

“Sure.” I replied.

“Follow me.” He ordered.

He led me out to the reception area where Marsh was sitting with a huge smile on her face.

“Come around here honey.” She instructed.

As I went around to the other side of the reception desk Marsha lifted up her dress and I saw that she had no panties on. I didn’t hesitate and got down on my knees and started to tongue her pussy. About fifteen minutes later I felt her start to squirm and her orgasm followed soon after. As I got up I noticed that the whole thing was being watched in silence by at least a dozen people. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and waited for my next instruction.

“Ok everyone, back to work.” Laughed Darby.

He took me back to his office and gave me a large envelope full of papers.

“Take these to Louise in accounting.” He instructed.

“Where will I find accounting and which one is Louise.” I asked.

“Go out of this door and turn right. When you meet someone you can ask them two questions. “Where is accounting and what can I do for you.”

I left Darby’s office and turned right. I opened the first door I came to and found myself staring into the empty darkness of a store room. A little further down the hall was another door. I opened it and immediately heard people talking.

“Is this accounting?” I asked.

“No honey, this is finance.” I was being addressed but a very tall middle aged man. “What do you have there?”

I handed the envelope to him and he took a look inside.

“This actually pertains more to finance than accounting. Come into my office while I see to them. It won’t take long.” He said.

I followed him to his office well aware that at least a half a dozen pairs of eyes were assessing my body. The finance department was open plan and the office of Ken Bradley – Head of Finance, had glass walls that were only slightly frosted.

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