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we’ve known each other for years, i’ve desired her for many of them

always in my fantasy is her, beautiful and lush, myself, and my lover, gentle and quietly dominant.

when recounting my fantasy, this is what i told her…

my fantasy involves you, me, and a couch. we’re both naked, your hair is down, the silky length of it draping over your shoulders, teasing the tips of your nipples. your body is soft and hot, your skin supple and pleasing to the touch, like caressing velvet. your lips are parted and pink, wet as you run your tongue over them. your eyes are intense, that hazel color i love.

your fingers gently stroke my cheek, tucking an errant strand of my hair behind one ear. my senses are overloaded, feeling your fingers on my face and neck, while feeling the slightly rougher fingers of my lover at my back, his insistent caresses stroking fire into my body, the flames creeping outward from my core, heating every part of me.

my fingers tremble as i pull your face down to mine. i taste the sweetness of your lips against my own, a quiet melikgazi escort moan escaping into your mouth, entwining with your breath as i feel a second set of lips, sweet and rough in their own right, against my neck. as we kiss, i feel his hands cup my breasts, calloused palms rasping against my taut nipples, drawing a ragged moan of pleasure from my throat. my hands play against your hips as you sit before me, feeling the heat of you.

he turns my face away from yours as my lips are captured against his, your mouth moving to descend on my nipple, your tongue playing with the ring through it, heating the cool metal to a scorching heat that moves through me, causing my back to arch, the curve of my ass catching the hard heat of him behind me. he groans and kisses me with more urgency, his fingers digging into my hips pulling me back against the length of him, impatient. i run my hands up and down your thighs, my fingers splayed out, wanting to feel everything. everything from the slight shiver you give as i stroke nearer and nearer menemen escort to your heat to the moan that touches lightly on my ears, private and full of desire. my fingers explore as my lips travel from yours down to the downy softness of your throat, nuzzling and biting slightly, drawing sweet gasps from you, gasps that drive me on, fueling my own desire.

as my lips wander against your skin, i moan as firm fingers gently probe my wet heat, growing slick as they tease the delicate bud, causing my body to begin a slow, smoldering burn. the gentle fingers grow excited, touching me now with more eagerness, whipping me into a frenzy of lust. with my lips and teeth i latch onto one of your nipples, your groans gaining volume and intensity as our lazy ministrations reach a peak of urgency neither of us expected.

i feel fingers pulling my hips back sharply, pitching me forward as hot flesh meets with my own, stroking, teasing agonizingly slow before plunging deeply inside of me, to my core, sending my whole body into full burn. meram escort as he moves maddeningly slow within me, stroking my back with his fingertips, i gaze up at you, unable to speak as your gorgeous thighs part before me. i cant tell if im coaxing them apart or you are, but when i see you, beautifully exposed, i cannot help myself. i lean into your body, my lips rubbing gently against smooth skin, my ragged breaths heating your trembling center. my lips part, my tongue reaching out to stroke against your silken lips, opening your body, exploring your heat.

your cries ring loudly, making my brain sing with pleasure as i quicken my lips and tongue against your swollen clit. i feel two sets of fingers on my body, as yours slide into my hair, holding me to you, and the other, gripping my hips as his speed increases, the friction of his hard cock inside me drawing throaty moans from my lips.

the feelings of desire and lust in the room hit rever pitch, fingers and lips, tongues and bodies melding and heated as the intensity races hotter and faster. i can hold back no longer, a cry of pure ecstasy erupts from me as i explode in a rush of liquid heat, and yet it does not slow down, i feel it build and crest over and over as i feel you climax beneath my mouth and he lose control, letting loose a jet of heat within me.

if only fantasies were anything but…

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If uninterested in group sex that includes men together, better to skip to another tale. Based on various real elements, the central action is fantasy.

*****

The early October weather was glorious for going to the beach on the island, especially when one gets going quickly enough in the morning. We’d arrived fairly early, without any problems parking or driving along the winding 1 and 1/2 lane road, with its car height stone walls on both sides probably making this an incredibly frustrating mess in the summer season.

We’d chosen one of the island’s official nude beaches, a long curving stretch of undeveloped coast, often compared to the best that the Caribbean has to offer. Custom is not the same as law, of course, but in this case, it was a true nude beach. Several years ago, I’d been told by a couple of Spanish park employees at a seaside nature park there was no law in Spain requiring clothing at the beach.

Being a nude beach, and undeveloped, we had packed appropriately light weight, the six pack of beer being the only bit of luxury, especially before 10am. But since the weather was already easily over 85° F in the bright sunshine, there was no question that liquid refreshment would soon be welcome.

As a married couple, we had no plans of any variety, apart from enjoying the sun, sand, and surf naked, something we have done over the last 15 years at various ocean beaches in Spain and in France, and lakes in Germany. My wife tolerates my taking pictures of her nude, well aware of how much it turns me on. Though somewhat less aware of how eagerly the best pictures are shared. Not that she hasn’t done the same – including sending B&W professional shots of herself to a surfer she met in Hossegor.

Laying back, beach nicely empty, apart from a few people easily 50 yards distant. One pair of men was a bit closer, but the camera was not really noticeable, especially considering my overriding interest in using it. Getting almost hard, realizing that a couple of other naked people were at least part of the scene, going further than normal when taking nude pictures in public, already enjoying a certain freedom.

After going through the first lotioning and swimming cycle, we lay on our towels, sharing our first beer of the day. Not much was going on anywhere near us, but at some point, beer half done and a bit warmer, both of us noticed that the naked pair we’d seen earlier had drawn even to us along the waterline, solving the question of whether it was a male couple. The leading person was about our age, comfortably later middle-aged. The other one seemed considerably younger, quickly attracting my wife’s attention. She tends to find a certain immaturity very sexy in a man, often imagining taking advantage of it for her own pleasure.

The now stopped pair was carrying considerably more than we had, and though clearly fit, the sun and effort had them sweating. All of us being naked made it easier to follow their approach without being embarrassed. Especially as both of us were quite uninhibited at this point, as the beer, beach, and vacation left us open for casual encounters, of any variety.

It was easy to catch their gaze, and in my case, to hold it with the older of the pair. Considering that my wife was likely checking out the younger man, I made no secret of my interest in him. Subtly, yet generally unmistakably, as experienced in the last 5 years, when two naked men hold each other’s gaze, intently looking both at faces and between legs, it is a clear invitation.

They picked up the cooler, coming very near, clearly happy not to need an excuse to walk further on. Sharing grins, they set up a smallish sun umbrella promptly. Things now set in shade, they then went down to the beach, walking out to the sandbar, swimming a bit in the swells. My wife was clearly paying attention to the motion of the younger man’s ass, with a certain expression starting to form on her face. I noticed how the couple were clearly teasing each other, without quite losing control.

When they returned, somewhat lefkoşa escort aroused cocks bobbing, I caught the younger man’s attention, who responded with a certain hesitancy. Partly because he was clearly more interested in looking at my wife. Particularly when she would shift position, returning to unashamedly looking at his swinging cock. And partly because he likely knew he was being propositioned by a married man. Though I did not know if he caught the earlier interplay, broadly speaking, men who have sex with other men are promiscuous sluts.

In a fashion that women seem unable to appreciate, at least when explaining how sexy it can be just to have sex with anyone willing, without words. Basically, the only explanation that seems to work in some fashion is to point out that group sex only happens in groups. For example, groups in a bathhouse, a place where men can privately have sex with each other. Or, possibly, on the gay stretch of a long curved nude beach, completely undeveloped, the underbrush on the first low dunes roped off, but clearly marked with paths.

After drying, they politely asked if they could spread out their towels here, the older man opening the cooler. “We like our beer cold on hot days” he joked, quite possibly responding to my previous attention and starting to see where things would go.

“Cold beer is always good when its hot,” I replied. “As you can see, we agree.”

He quickly passed a bottle to the younger man, who definitely appreciated a socially acceptable reason to stare at my wife as she sat up, feet on her knees. Providing him a clear view of her pussy, one that obviously captured his attention. The older man and I continued to look at each other for extended periods, attention shifting between face and crotch. Aware that the other two would be able to take care of themselves.

Particularly as he had handled over an opened bottle to my wife, who stretched out luxuriously to take it

Having rapidly drank half of her second bottle, my wife casually, and accurately, remarked that getting ‘tipsy’ like this tended to make her pretty loose, especially in public. Chatting a bit, exchanging names, my wife emptied her bottle quickly. The older man was named John, the younger Ed, in the middle of a shared two week vacation, with similar lazy plans as us, enjoying a day naked on the beach.

My wife commented on how we were now definitely on vacation. Chatting a bit, when my wife’s bottle was empty, she put it down in the sand, rolling over to make sure that the two men next to us had a fine view of her naked ass. We were still isolated from casual onlookers, with no one near. My wife started grinning as soon as Ed finished his beer, just a moment after her. With a somewhat smothered giggle in her voice, she asked him if he wanted to go in the water, now standing next to him, pussy quite close to his head. He agreed, so she bent down, tits swaying, offering him her hand along with a nice view.

John and I recognized each other as fellow nudists, both of us having full body tans, and less of the red that both my wife and Ed had in areas normally covered by a bathing suit. Neither were sunburned, but it was apparent that neither of them spent as much time naked outdoors as John or I.

The pair went swimming, comfortably intimate without being overtly sexual, at least it seemed until my attention was pulled away. John finished his beer, though I still had about half mine left, asking if I minded if he smoked a joint. Laughingly, I replied I would only mind if he did not share it. He grinned back, saying that getting high made him pretty loose, adding that Ed did not enjoy the smell of grass.

Prompting me to explain that my wife was the same way about the smell. And remarking that getting high made me loose too, much more than drinking. Sharing the joint, it became obvious we were starting, predictably, to get turned on while getting high. Leading me to talk about what a hot slut my wife became when drunk, and straightforwardly asking if lüleburgaz escort Ed was exclusively gay. John’s increasingly stoned expression was turned towards the waves, asking me to have a look.

As we were already close, I turned a bit, brushing his leg. Looking at the water, my wife and Ed were on the further sandbank. Focussing my attention, it was unmistakable they each had a hand between the other’s legs, moving with the waves. Of course this caused my cock to stir, a stirring that grew irresistible as John asked me if I was exclusively straight.

“No, I’m not.”

“I thought so – does your wife know?”

“Actually, yes.”

“And your wife?”

“She is open minded, and a bit of an exhibitionist. Her taste in women is someone slender, long blond hair, smallish breasts, make up, very femme. But generally, her tastes are pretty much exclusively male dominated. Such as a weakness for younger men.” It was surprising to be talking to a stranger like this, both of us getting turned on talking about the naked figures clasping in the waves, now clearly humping uninhibitedly.

“Like Ed?”

“Apparently – just look at them.”

“I am” he noted with a grin in his voice, his hand beginning to lightly stroke along my leg, making me sigh contentedly – and encouragingly.

I continued “What women find interesting in a man is beyond my understanding.”

“And men?” he asked, his hand having slid tantalizingly higher along my leg, prompting me to begin doing the same to him.

“Also honestly beyond my understanding. Maybe because I pretty much cannot resist looking at the female form. Particularly when clearly being finger fucked .. like my wife appears to be. But there is one thing I definitely find sexy with men – a hard cock.”

By now, we were both touching the other’s swelling cock, observing the turned on couple in the water. Already well into irresistible territory, having found a willing stranger to play with, watching my wife enjoy sex with a stranger herself.

John began to moan a bit, then said “We noticed the photo shooting – you enjoyed it, right? Ed was very curious about how your wife looked close up.”

“I bet his curiosity is being satisfied” I answered.

“You don’t seem to mind.” He said the last sentence as his fingers closed gently over my downward pointing shaft, causing my legs to spread open to give him better access, the beer and weed overcoming any hesitation about being in public with a naked man stroking me, distracting me from the lovely sight of my wife having turned around, Ed’s hands on her hip, clearly ‘bumping,’ as she prefers to call fucking when turned on.

“Neither do you .. about Ed. My wife thinks .. married couples .. get cut some slack.” The glorious sensations coming my cock were making it harder to speak properly, the words a turn on too. Not just for me, as I could feel from how John’s rigid cock twitched in my grasp, our legs entwined, moving ever closer to each other. “This isn’t .. the first .. beach encounter .. fucked a stranger.”

Typed words do not provide the proper framework for how language changes when talking about sex in aroused terms, being intimate with each other, as we half turned, moving closer as our cocks began to touch. An exquisitely delicious sexual feeling, an amazing contrast of soft skin covering a rigid shaft, at least as sexy to feel as a wet pussy when erect. Especially when kissing, as we started to do, unable to think about anything outside of our hot contact. I have rarely been so completely overwhelmed, completely unconcerned about having sex this way, uncaring if my wife, or anyone else, saw.

Precum is part of what makes cock games so sexy, and we had definitely been playing long enough for the precum to have been a major reason for my mind simply disappearing as we caressed and fondled each other. Looking around at some point, I noticed my wife, Ed trailing several steps behind, had crossed the over the sandbar, splashing up the last zone of waves, about magosa escort to leave the water. John and I drew back a bit, ensuring that things were ready for a wet pair to arrive and dry off. I made sure my wife’s glasses were out of the way – part of the reason for my lack of caution was knowing she could not see much without them.

They squatted across from the umbrella, providing a surprising amount of cover. I loved watching how my wife’s left hand subtly went between Ed’s legs, feeling her other hand begin to slide over my chest. John’s hand began stroking along my thigh as my fingers found my wife’s sexy slit. When her hand slid over cock, I could not stop from moaning, asking if she had been fucking in the water.

“Oh yes .. finger me .. fuck yes .. slut cunt .. he fucked .. so fucking good .. my cunt.”

She went to her knees in the sand, bending over to start sucking my hard cock, which John guided into her mouth. His hand continued to stroke over my balls and thighs, even when Ed started to go down on him. We were all touching each other, sinking into a fantastic shared state, riding each other’s pleasure. Nonetheless, all of us remained restrained enough to not start orgasming, even when the possibility was so delightfully available.

Slowly disentangling, I got beer out of the cooler, handing opened cans around. Our sweat was already drying, making the beer easy to drink quickly, enjoying its wet coolness in our mouths and throats. We had settled into a comfortable laying position, favoring the non-nudists. Ed lay against their umbrella, my wife between him and me, with John on the outside.

We chatted a bit, looking around the beach, appreciating the fact that no one was near, or walking towards us. Leading to getting ever closer again, enjoying the buzz of beer and naked skin. I felt John’s stiffening cock between my thighs as someone began to tweak my nipples perfectly. In response, I began kissing my wife’s open and willing mouth, both of us fantastically turned on, tongues twirling, certain that she was being fingered, a real turn on.

That I didn’t know who was fingering her just added to the thrill, as our passionate kissing continued. A certain logic seemed to possess how we moved, my wife rolling to place my cock right at her cunt entrance, even as I felt John’s tempting cock head press against my yielding ass. Precum was flowing, both mine and his, making sliding into willing holes irresistible.

We continued to exchange pleasures, moving at times. Watching Ed start to go down on John was hot, as was then watching my wife suck Ed’s hard cock, right in front of me. Somebody was rubbing my cock against a wet open cunt as temptation filled me. I reached out to touch Ed’s wet cock after stroking my wife’s hair, my face nearing a stranger’s cock, which had likely been fucking the hot pussy I was sliding into.

My wife made it easy, grasping his cock and pointing it towards my open mouth, murmuring “oh fuck yes” as I started to give head to a man in front of my wife. Pumping her pussy deep, leg over her turned thigh, aware that this was a possible position for fucking. With a wet hard cock so close, it took little effort to feel a smooth slippery rod press against my hole, then inside, a wave of unstoppable pleasure filling me as his cock went deeper.

Pleasures merged, my deeply fucking cock feeling filled with his cock, my mouth on another cock, completely abandoned in the sensations. Ed moved away, his hand moving to stroke my wife’s sopping cunt from behind. Soon, my wife started moaning helplessly as a cock started to push past her anal ring. She needs to be very turned on to enjoy such things, but when in the mood, ass fucking is something she finds fantastically dirty.

We kissed as two strangers fucked our asses, something we’d never imagined being so heavenly to share, naked on a public beach. Reaching down, my hand took my cock before I moved a bit, indicating that fucking was over for me. Of course, cumming was the next thing planned, jacking off with other men. John started stroking, turned towards me on his side. Ed pulled out as my wife became to play with her slit, and it seemed he was also jacking off.

The cum started flowing at some point, and we all got carried along in its glorious flow. A natural delight outdoors, getting back to nature in the best fashion.

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My girlfriend some years ago was Niharika A (34B-22-36). She is now Niharika D, married to Alan D, and stays at Powai in Mumbai. (All names and places are changed) Although we were very intimate, I did not penetrate her (so that she would be a virgin when she got married) even though the relationship lasted for 10 years. I used to lick her cunt, and after some hesitation, she started sucking me off.

She had extremely small nipples, a little bigger than a man’s (the auroelae were a little bigger than 25 paise coins and the nipples themselves were the same size as the erasers attached behind a pencil) with a little hair around them. After we started getting intimate she started applying hair remover around her nipples to keep them clean, although she refused to do the same for her cunt. She also had some beauty spots on her breasts. The cleft of her ass was not straight but curved to her right at the top.

Her nipples even though small were so sensitive that she would almost cum just by sucking on them.She used to say that when I sucked them, she could feel the shock in her cunt. Many times in a deserted movie theater, I would pull her top up or down and suck her nipples hard.

After cunnilingus and fellatio, we used to lie on top of each other and rub my dick against her cunt and we both would orgasm. When I used to lick and suck her cunt, as she got more and more excited, she used to push my head harder and harder, and groan loudly as she came.

We used to go to her mother’s house at Neral. It had a ground floor and a first floor. The first floor had only one bedroom on it where I used to sleep. It had a window overlooking the garden. Many times, when her mother was in the garden, Niharika used to come up for some fun. One person would keep a watch on her mother standing at the window, and the other would give oral sex to the standing person while sitting on the floor.

It was very exciting for either of us to look out of the window where her mother could see our faces, and try to prevent here from knowing what we were doing by keeping a straight face. It used to be very difficult for Niharika, she she loved to moan, but the danger used to add to the excitement.

Many times we used to do it in my parked car. My car had the darkest sunfilm, so it was not easy to look inside. We used put a sunvisor on the front windscreen and make out inside. We used to be fully naked on the back seat.

Sometimes Niharika remained naked on the back seat until we almost reached the station from where she would catch the train home.

Niharika used to rub my penis on her breasts until I came, and the she would rub my sperm into her breasts so that she could smell it on the train on the way back home to Neral. She said that sometimes some of the ladies in the ladies compartment gave her knowing looks, which excited her even more and made her panties even more wet, in which case she had to wash them as soon as she reached home, so that her mother would not notice the wet patch.

We had fun in the car all over Mumbai, like Worli Sea face, Carter Road, Joggers Park (before Jogger’s Park was made)

After some time we started doing it in a garage at Grant Road, which I had converted into a residence. We also used to go book rooms in the resorts around Mumbai, as kozan escort she could not come out overnight. We did it in rooms in Juhu, and Marve, normally.

Since I had a Yezdi bike also, we could travel very far very fast, and so save our time for sex.

Once when we were in the car, Niharika fantasized that she could be an escort. This led to more fantasizing about threesomes with other guys. Since she was a very possessive woman, I could not even think about a threesome with another woman.

Slowly this led to fantasizing about having group sex with my friends, for which she was very reluctant, in spite of fantasizing. I started to include two of my friends, Vikas and Tushar, with us just for lunch or tea. The boys were ten years younger than me and just tow years younger than my gf. I started teasing them about their sexual experience, which was nil, just to get Niharika to get used to sex talks among us.

Although a bit embarrassed, she used to shrug it off as a little bit of male crudeness. But when I asked her in private, she admitted that it turned her on. I also started kissing her briefly on the lips in front of them, keeping my hands on her bare thighs, all of which also used to excite her.I used to encourage her to wear sexier clothes, to which she was receptive, since she used to model.

The on her birthday, I decided to give her a surprise. I told her that we were going to do something different, and the day before, I briefed my friends. They were shocked, but agreed to go ahead based on the fact that I was solely responsible for the outcome.

I had very strict instructions for them.

They were not supposed to say a single word unless I told them to

They were not supposed to touch and part of Niharika with their prick, even if I allowed them to get fully naked. If Niharika allowed them then they could go ahead, but they were not allowed to touch her cunt or mouth with the penis UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, even if she begged for it, without asking me.

As long as their presence was not detected, they could only suck Niharika’s nipples.

We reached my place with vodka for me and beer for her. She used to get extremely horny when she used to drink, and I wanted to use that for my plan. Since I was drinking Vodka with lemonade, I added some to Niharika’s drink so that she would drink faster. As I had one drink and she had a bottle, I put on some nice music and started undressing her. Obviously there was no resistance from her side as she was getting horny. I touched her cunt and it was already very wet, although not dripping.

The I told her we are going to try something new today. I removed some dupattas (Indian scarves) which I had bought previously and tied one around her eyes. Then I tied one end of another one around each hand, and the rest of it behind her, so that she could only have her arms straight don her sides, and could not get them any more ahead.than her hips. I was feeding her the beer so the she would remain nicely high.

The I made her lie down on my bed and started alternately licking her nipples. I was not touching any part of my body except my lips to her body, and slowly she started getting more and more excited and moaning loudly. I told her that I would put her handkerchief kumluca escort in her mouth, otherwise I would have to stop, as the neighbors would hear. She reluctantly agreed and I was all set. I moved away from her and unlocked the door (which was just a few feet away from my bed).

I started alternating between her nipples and her cunt, which slowly started flowing like a river. Every time I touched her clit, she would give a jerk, and I would move away from her cunt, and start sucking and licking her nipples.

After some time, she started jerking after I licked and sucked her nipples, which had never happened before. When that started happening, I started to lick the insides of her thighs, the back of her neck also, so as to keep her just below the peak, without having an orgasm.

So the loop became cunt, back of neck, nipple, inner thigh, nipple, back of neck, inner thigh. Soon she was shivering continuously, was not paying attention to anything except her body. I was varying the order so that she never knew where I would lick next as she was blindfolded. I could hear faint sounds through the hanky in her mouth.

At this point of time, my friends silently walked in and shut the door quietly.

I looked at them and held a finger to my lips. After some time, I motioned Vikas to suck Niharika’s nipple. After some time, I made Vikas move back and started licking her clit, which almost instantly made her body jerk. Then I stopped and Tushar was made to suck the other nipple.

With hand motions, I asked Vikas whether he would lick Niharika’s cunt, and he gave a broad grin and vigorously nodded “Yes.”

So I pulled Tushar off, aked him the same, and he also replied positively after I started licking the back of her neck, then her inner thigh. Soon, these two boys were doing all the stimulation, and I was standing back and slowly masturbating my penis, although I did not want to come.

The best par of the whole show was that Niharika was not at all aware that there was not one but three people enjoying her body. As she became more and more aroused, I had to make a decision of when all of us would attack at once.

She was jerking almost immediately any of the boys touched any part of her body, so I would pull the boys back right way after she jerked. Even when no on was touching her she was moaning through the handkerchief and. Shivering continuously.

Now cam the time for the grand finale. I whispered quietly into the boys ears one by one, and then went for it. I started to lick her cunt and clit continuously and hard after removing the handkerchief from her mouth.

Just as she started moaning loudly and continuously jerking hard, signifying her orgasm, I motioned the boys to start sucking her nipples together. She made no protest but started jerking harder and moaning louder than I had ever experienced. This must have gone on for maybe five minutes, after which I motioned to the boys to vanish as per our new plan. They went out and shut the door quietly.

I waited until she asked me to stop as her cunt had become to sensitive. Then she was quiet for some time, and then remarked ” That was the best ever, I am still feeling it.” To which I replied “Happy Birthday.” She gave me a wicked smile and lara escort asked where the rest of her birthday present was. I feigned ignorance and asked her what she meant. She said she wanted to see the persons who had sucked her breasts at the same time as I was sucking her cunt.

I dismissed them as a figment of her imagination, which was fueled by her fantasy. I told her she must have felt it as she was quite high on beer and sex, and we had been discussing her fantasy just the day before. She was in two minds as to what had happened, and I was still playing with her clit, kissing her breasts and moving my hands all over her body. I also made one more lemonade and beer (shandy) drink for her, so as to keep her feeling horny. She was still not fully convinced, and finally she said she wanted to experience it again, and what I could do to make it happen.

I told her that I could call two of my friends to do it, since we couldn’t expect her fantasy to kick in every time she wanted it. I asked her whether she was willing to be sucked and licked by two of my friends. She said she did not mind as long as there was no fucking involved, like it had happened (or she had imagined) today.

I asked her whether she was sure and she said she was.

I asked her when she wanted it, and she said “Right away.” So I told her I will call up my friends and ask them come here right away, but she cannot back out. To ensure that she does not back out, I told her she has to remain naked, and that I will lock up anything she can cover her nakedness with in my cupboard.

She agreed, because she was now so horny with the discussions that I could see her juice running down her thigh from her cunt.

I called up my friends who were sitting in a restaurant close by, and as agreed previously ( this was one of the scenarios, where Niharika would ask for them if she was horny enough, discussed earlier with them by me.) they said they would come within 15 minutes (as we had agreed)

For the next 15 minutes, I did not touch Niharika’s breasts or cunt, but kept moving my hands all over her body.

My friends walked in as I had not locked the door after they had left. Niharika did not see or hear them walk in as I had turned her onto her stomach and was lightly scratching her neck and back and she was moaning. There was a wet spot on the mattress between her legs, as I had removed the sheet to prevent her from covering herself with it. She was moaning softly, and jerking once in a while. Her hands were still light tied behind her with a dupatta, but I had removed the one which I had used as a blindfold.

The guys came in, and before I could tell them anything each of them picked up one leg and stared sucking her toes.

She said “OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I am going maaaadddddd” and continued to moan her arousal She did not even attempt to see who were licking her toes (I think she guessed since these two were the friends we were meeting often.)

Keeping her head down, I raised her ass, so that Vikas was able to slide under her and start licking her cunt, as Tushar continued to suck her toes. As I licked the back of her shoulder line she started trembling and jerking as she came again and again and after some time as her cunt became sensitive, she told Vikas “enough, enough.”

I untied her hands and she turned over and gave us a beautiful smile, and then said “Thank you guys, for the wonderful birthday gifts. I expect to get many such gifts in future, even if it is not my birthday. Now both you guys take off your clothes, I want to give you your return gifts.”

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Nick walked slowly home from the office, the warehouse, his mind whirring around what he had read on Mr Fraser’s Computer. Nick had only been working there about six weeks, and it was only a gap year job his mother had found for him. Everyone thought at 18 he was a bit young to be going off to college, far from home. Nick lived in a small town, the nearest college too far to commute to, and that college didn’t really have the courses he was looking for. The job itself was enjoyable, but not hard. He worked in the office and stores of a distribution company. They employed drivers and storemen and office staff – about 25 in total. At 18 Nick was far and away the youngest, and felt he suffered from having 24 parents at work! He enjoyed it and the work was interesting without being too challenging.

One of Nick’s roles was to stand in as receptionist when the normal receptionist Mandy was at lunch, or off for the day. It meant sitting in a small room inside their rather underwhelming front entrance, with the door to the office and warehouse to the side, and the door to Mr Fraser’s Office behind him. Mr Fraser owned and ran the company, and while he was never messed around by the staff or customers, he was positive, friendly and fair. He was hugely respected by his staff.

Nick had filled in all afternoon as receptionist. Truth is receptionist was a grand name – there were few callers. The role was more being the runner for Mr Fraser, taking messages to the garage and warehouse, phoning people, stuffing and stamping envelopes, photocopying. Nick enjoyed it – it was better than counting bales of hay, or boxes of baked bean tins, or the hundred and one other tasks out in the warehouse. The truth was – Nick enjoyed the work and got paid! But today had been different.

It was a Tuesday, and Mandy had been at the dentist. There had been a phone call for Mr Fraser which Nick had connected, then Mr Fraser dashed out of his office. “Nick, Gotta get to the bank quick – can you stuff the invoices and bits on my desk and get them out this evening. I won’t be back. Sure you’ll do a great job.” With that he was gone.

Nick had gone into Mr Fraser’s office and found a pile of bills, letters, orders and other random letters on Mr Fraser’s desk, with a pile of envelopes and stamps ready for posting. Nick got to work. He had done this sort of job several times, and had little problem finding addresses, writing the envelopes, posting them. He was pretty well through the pile when he saw a letter to a company he didn’t recognise, and didn’t have the address for. It would be no problem to check on google on Mr Fraser’s computer for the address.

Nick wiggled the mouse to clear the screensaver, to see not the computer desktop, but a website on the screen. He stopped. He was sure Mr Fraser would not have left this there if he hadn’t been rushing. He knew Mr Fraser was married, and had a daughter and son at university, in their early 20’s. The website seemed to be a gay site. On the chat page, where there was a box – a private conversation box. Nick had used these sort of things – not a gay chatroom, but a teen chat room – so recognised and knew how these things worked. Perhaps he shouldn’t have looked, but he knew deep down no-one would catch him, with Mr Fraser out for the rest of the day. The private conversation box was between Fraz and DownUNDER. Mark began to read.

Mark quickly guessed that “Fraz” was Mr Fraser, downUNDER some sort of online friend he had.

DownUNDER: “So is he there today?”

Fraz: “Working out in the reception. You’d be amazed – he has no idea how hot he is.”

DownUNDER: “Tell me again.”

Fraz: “Five ten, slim, gorgeous curvy teenage ass. Short blonde hair. Respectful. Girly eyes. 18 years old.”

DownUNDER: “What do u fancy doing him today?”

Fraz. “Would love to strip him completely. Play with him. Play with his cock. His balls. Jerk him off. Catch it in my hand – smear his cum all over his mouth and face. “

DownUNDER: “Would u give his ass a good fucking then?”

Fraz: ” Had another fantasy. Get him fucking my wife, then would get on top and fuck his ass as he fucked her. I reckon if we found the right person she would go for it, the cow is so kinky.”

DownUNDER: “Picture is so hot I’m stroking now. So wouldn’t the twink go for it?”

Fraz: “Don’t dare touch him. He could end up screaming sexual harassment, then I lose everything. Just keep it for a fantasy.”

DownUNDER; “Oh, fuck, I’ve just shot my load. Thanks mate, so hot. Would love to have a twink like that.”

Fraz: “No problem, damn there’s the phone, you go clean up…”

DownUNDER: “You still there?”

DownUNDER: “Guess you’ve had to go. Will hold on a bit. Chat soon.”

Nick was stunned. They were talking about him. They called him the twink. He’d heard that phrase before and knew what it meant. Nick knew he wasn’t gay, and that girl at the party who had taken his virginity seemed to like what he did. As did her best friend two hours kocasinan escort later! And he found what they were saying about to him terrifying. And frightening. And had given him the hardest cock he had had since that party.

Even distracted Nick found the address he was looking for, finished the letter, and put stamps on the letters ready to post. As he finished the task he had wondered about what he had read, and turned back to the computer, and read the conversation again. Then, he decided to do something. Call it instinct, but he knew what he could do. He would write on the page, just carrying on from “Fraz”.

Fraz (but Nick writing): “Hello, I’m the twink.” There was a pause. Then suddenly a reply.

DownUNDER: “WHAT???”

Fraz (but Nick writing): “I’m the twink you are talking about. I’ve just been reading your conversation.” Another pause.

DownUNDER: “Did you enjoy it? Would you do it if he came onto you?”

Fraz (but Nick writing): “I don’t know. His wife is hot. But as long as he respected me if I said no I would never scream “Sexual Harassment.”

DownUNDER: “I’ll tell him you won’t scream sexual harassment. How can I be sure you are the twink. Do you have a name?”

Fraz (but Nick writing): “Rather not. Can’t stop you talking to Mr “Fraz,” ask him if there is an old calendar – 2006 – with a picture of mount Fuji in the corner of the office. He’ll know you’ve talked to me. Gotta go.”

Nick suddenly realised what he had done, as he turned off the computer. If DownUNDER spoke to him, Mr Fraser would know he had read the rest. Suddenly anxiety overwhelmed him as he realised how much he had given away. In a daze Nick took the letters to the letter box then walked home slowly, processing what he had seen, and said, and what might happen. But he was shocked at himself – he told himself he would turn down Mr Fraser flat, if he came on to him, but deep down he knew he wanted to say yes…

Through tea with his mother, and the evening on the computer, Nick couldn’t decide what to do, or what to think. He didn’t feel threatened. He felt quite flattered. He liked being complimented as a “sex object.” He had to jerk off thinking about what they said they wanted to do to him. And Mr Fraser’s wife was hot – she was tall and slim, with dark short hair. She had been friendly, confident, outgoing, in the few sentences she had shared with Nick. She looked “smart” whatever she wore. He wouldn’t mind having her – and he had jerked off thinking about her a couple of times after she had been in the office. But he was uncertain – would he say no, might he say yes? It wouldn’t be tomorrow – DownUNDER would have to talk to “Fraz” before there would be a move. If there was. Would he let Mr Fraser, if Mr Fraser made a move on him? Nick was certain of one thing – he liked and respected Mr Fraser. And he liked his wife, the couple of times he had met her. He also knew he worked hard and did a good job. He wasn’t going to give up the job to get out of the situation he was now in.

Paul Fraser had been worried, but now was feeling excited. There were possibilities. The worries had started after he had rushed out to the bank one afternoon, leaving Nick to do some work in his office. It wasn’t anything serious, but there was a document he had to sign before closing time. He suddenly remembered – he had been talking to an internet “friend” – DownUNDER, not that he had any idea who he was. Paul was happily married, but had occasionally, before he was married, enjoyed playing around with other men, and enjoyed sometimes chatting on gay sites. He had no idea who DownUNDER was, but he seemed a nice bloke online. He had been talking to DownUNDER when he had rushed out, and was terrified at the possibility he hadn’t closed the website down, horrified that Nick might have seen what was on the computer.

The problem for Paul was that Nick was the perfect twink. He was a hot young guy. He had looks. And personality. A slight submissive edge, but maybre would develop confidence while at work. Since joining the company for a gap year 6 weeks before Nick had been polite – had always called him “Mr Fraser” – respectful and hard working. Nick exuded a sort of innocence – he was certainly unaware of how sexy he was. Even Paul’s wife Stacey had commented on how cute Nick was, and once when they were making love they had talked about him and fantasized about him joining them. It was just a fantasy – Stacey was hot, experimental, kinky, but would never stray beyond her marriage. Since Nick joined the company, Paul had frequently wondered whether he could seduce Nick, but had decided to keep well clear – he didn’t want to get embroiled in a sexual harassment case – in their small town he was an important person, running the largest company in their area, and reputations really did matter and were easily ruined. And publicity wouldn’t help his marriage either.

For two or three days Paul Fraser was at work, and worried. He was beginning to be konak escort re-assured that nothing had happened, that Nick had seen nothing. When he had got into work his computer was turned off. He hoped he had turned it off, but was not sure. It was on the Friday when he risked going back to the site, looking for chat. He was pleased DownUNDER was there. He clicked on his name for private chat, and they greeted each other. But then Paul’s heart jumped.

DownUNDER: “I was talking to your twink after I was talking to you on Tuesday.” Paul leapt as he read the words.

Fraz: “What? How do I know? Did he say what his name was.”

DownUNDER: “No – too clever to give his name. But he did say that you have a calendar with a picture of mount Fuji in the corner of your office. An old calendar for 2006.” There was a long pause as Paul processed what he was hearing. It had to be right – that is exactly the calendar he did have – he kept telling himself he should change it.

Fraz: “Did he say anything?”

DownUNDER: “Well, he had certainly read our conversation. And when I asked him if he liked it he didn’t know, but seemed a bit excited about it. He did say that if you came on to him, as long as you respected him, especially if he said no, then he would never go for a sexual harassment complaint, he thought too highly of you for that. And he thinks your wife is hot.” There was a pause before DownUNDER continued.

DownUNDER: “I reckon you, or you and your wife should try him. I reckon he will.”

Paul Fraser was suddenly confused – it was his chance, he was nervous, and he wanted Stacey involved. He made some excuses about a meeting, and closed the website down. He would have to think about it.

In fact Paul did think about it all weekend, and talked to his wife in bed, and ended up having really hot sex! And agreeing with her…

On the following Thursday Stacey came into the office to see her husband. Mandy the receptionist was out for the afternoon – something about Mandy’s daughter being ill and home from school – so Nick was on the reception again. Stacey smiled at Nick, then chatted briefly to him. After a few minutes she winked at him and said to him: “Going to talk to my husband for a few minutes. Can you make sure we are not interrupted. Phone or caller.”

Even Nick in his innocent picked up some sort of undertone to what she said, and wondered what she wanted to do with her husband. “No problem, Mrs Frazer. I’ll stop anyone wanting to see him.”

Nick blushed at Mrs’s Frazer’s reply to him, although not sure why. “You are a good boy. We ought to give you a special reward for being so good.” With that she was through the office door, before Nick could pull himself together.

Nick spent the next half an hour checking through the drivers’ expense claims. He changed the odd one where it had been added up wrongly, and marked two or three he had to query with the driver. At last the office door opened again and Mrs Frazer came out. She spoke through the door: “Thanks Honey, I’ll do it now, and I’ll see you later.” She slammed the door behind her, but wasn’t in any hurry to leave the office. She turned to Nick instead.

“Nick,” Mrs Frazer spoke to him across the desk. “Nick, Paul and I were talking, and have got a few jobs to be done at our house, which we haven’t had time to get around to. Could you give us a few hours Saturday afternoon? Maybe from about one? We’ll give you something to eat after, and you’ll probably be away by eight or so. We’ll make it worth your while.”

Nick paused for a moment and thought. He had nothing to do on Saturday, and it would get him out of visiting his aunt and uncle, which could be a bit boring. Why not? “Sure Mrs Frazer, would love to. Don’t have anything organised for the weekend yet.”

“That’s great, Nick,” gushed Mrs Frazer. “You’ll need to bring a change of clothes as some of the work is a bit muddy.” She paused and made to go, then stopped and turned to Nick again. “Oh, by the way, you may want to wear these on Saturday, or have fun with them before.” She handed Nick a brown paper bag, then was gone.

Stacey returned to her car and smiled. She could picture Nick being confused, and excited, and wearing them. She and Paul had been planning this since the weekend. She had been wet all morning just thinking about it. And her and Paul had just fucked like they hadn’t fucked for a long time. Sure, they hadn’t fucked over a desk for a long time, but it had been as hot as she could remember. Then she had wiped herself with her panties. She had just given Nick a pair of her panties, pink, lacy, the crotch wet with her juices, and smeared with Paul’s cum as it had seaped from her pussy for twenty minutes or so. She wondered what Nick would do with a pair of her panties, the crotch soaking wet from her juices, made even wetter by the load of Paul’s cum. She had always liked things to be different, and kinky, but it was a long time since they did anything as kinky as konyaaltı escort what they had planned, if they had ever done anything as hot.

Nick walked to the Frazer’s house, reflecting on the last couple of days. They had been days of uncertainty and excitement. It had started with the invitation to do some work at the Frazer’s house, and being given a bag by Mrs Frazer as she had left the office, after visiting her husband at work. At first Nick had been stunned by what happened, but he could never wait to see what a gift might be. He had gone to the toilet and opened the bag as quickly as he could. In the bag he found a pair of panties. Black lacy panties, which he guessed were Mrs Frazer. His cock jumped at the thought that she hadn’t been wearing any when she had invited him to their house. He took them and realise they were more than just a pair of panties. They had a strong odour, part of which he knew was cum. The panties were very wet, and as he felt them, and looked at them he realised they were wet from Mrs’s Frazer’s pussy. Even more – they had cum stains on them as well, still warm and wet.

Nick’s mind was whirring. When the Frazers had been in the office together they had fucked, and now were giving him her soiled panties. It was so gross. And so hot. For a minute Nick looked at the panties, but then smelt the crotch. Then, unthinking, he reached out his tongue and tasted them. And it was okay. But it was hot – it was wetness from Mrs Frazer’s pussy. And cum from Mr Frazer’s cock. He let his tongue rest on the crotch and savoured the taste.

Nick knew he couldn’t stay in the toilet too long as someone would wonder where he was. But he had an idea. Quickly Nick removed his trousers and boxers, put the boxers in the bag, and put on the panties. They were very damp, and a bit tight, but the thought of where they had come from had him hard in a moment, and walking awkwardly back to his desk.

Nick had worn the panties the rest of the day, until the evening when he showered, and hid the panties in the back of a drawer. He hadn’t worn them Friday or Saturday morning, but was now wearing them under his shorts as he headed towards the Frazers. When he had retrieved them from the drawer they had dried out, but still had the stains in them and the smell. Would Mr or Mrs Frazer realise he was wearing them – he worried that his nervousness would give him away. He rang the bell…

Mrs Frazer had opened the door, wearing a pair of white shorts and pale blue polo shirt, and My Frazer appeared a few moments later. They quickly explained what they had in mind for Nick to do. He spent the next four hours working through the list, seeing little of either of the Frazer’s, except when Mrs Frazer brought him a drink, as well as giving him a couple of bottles of coke. Nick mowed the grass, dug over a flower bed, cut a long hedge. Nick was simply one of those people who worked hard, and did. It took him over four hours, but completed all the work on the list to pretty good standard for someone who was not a natural gardener.

Mrs Frazer was clearly pleased when he rang the house bell again. Nick felt well complimented as she gushed about how wonderful he had been to do all that work – she thought he wouldn’t get through half of it. There was just something in the tone she used, the odd phrase she used, which felt it had a sort of “frisson.” She called him “a good boy, ” and said she was glad he had done a good job, so she “…didn’t have to spank his botty, although perhaps she should anyway!”

“I’ll get something to eat in a bit,” she said, leading Nick into the house. “I’ve left some of our son’s spare clothes in the shower so you don’t have to wear your dirty clothes in the house. You’re about the same sort of size. Just let us have them back in a few days.” With that she pointed to the shower, and disappeared towards what Nick guessed was the kitchen.

Nick stripped and showered, putting his own clothes in a carrier bag on the pile of clothes in the shower. It was as he dressed he started to feel uncomfortable. The clothes were strange for a son to wear. There was a pair of black panties – lacy, g-string style. There was a pair of pink shorts with white trim, the shorter type girls wear. There was a t-shirt with a giant teddy bear on the front. Nick looked around, but there was nothing else there. Relunctantly he put them on, and diffidently walked to the kitchen where he heard sounds. He was very embarrassed walking into the kitchen in the girly clothes.

“Glad you found our sons clothes.” Mrs Frazer seemed to be chatting quite casually. “To tell you the truth, we found them in the bottom of his wardrobe – they were originally his sisters but he must have liked wearing them and taken them.” She paused to grab a pack of bread roles. “Typical teenager, I expect. Probably wore them, thinking of his sister whenever he was jerking off.” Nick was stunned, as Mrs Frazer paused to start cutting up the bread buns, before starting talking again. “I know you don’t have a sister, but your mother was saying the other day that you use her underwear to jerk off in sometimes. Reckoned she often finds your cum stains in them when she puts them in the wash. Is it just the underwear, or do you dream of taking her as well? Wouldn’t be surprised – she’s a hot woman.”

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Last Woman at the Party: Kirsten is Shared Again

Those following my adventures know that my name is Kirsten. I am 25 years old, a real ginger. I can prove it when I’m not shaved smooth. I stay in pretty good shape, and I’m more athletic than curvy. I’m a respectable 32C up top, stand about 5’2″- 5’3″, and I weigh around 135 pounds. Which I carry fairly well I might add. I would never stand out as model attractive, but I have been told that I am “critically cute”. Really.

Last weekend, I really had nothing to do. No travel for work, and nothing planned, so I let a friend talk me into going to a party. She didn’t know anyone that was going to be there; however, a guy she was interested in was friends with the person throwing the party, and he who invited her to come out if she was interested.

I wore a pair of dressy jeans along with a nice blouse. Nothing too suggestive or overtly sexy. Still, I thought I looked good when I checked myself out.

I picked up Leigh at 8:30 pm, and, after getting lost in an unfamiliar neighborhood, we arrived at the party around 9:30. We walked into an incredible condo, filled with music and almost too many people.

We got drinks and mingled until she found the guy she liked. After that, I was kind of own my own. I made some small talk with different people, and flirted with some of the guys, but I was basically in wallflower mode.

Around 11:30, Leigh found me hanging out on the back deck.

“Hey…um…Rick asked me if I wanted to grab a late night bite to eat…” She looked at me hopefully, “Do you mind?”

“No. Go ahead. I’m heading out soon myself. ” I hugged Leigh, and pecked her on the cheek, “Have fun!”

I watched my friend head out the door with her guy as I sighed and sipped my wine.

“Kirsten right?” I turned to look at the nice looking guy standing beside me.

I nodded, “..um…Doug?”

He laughed, “Bob.”

“Bob. Your party right? I’m so bad with names. Sorry.”

“Not a problem. Looks like you’ve been abandoned.”

I laughed, “Story of my life!”

“Well, we’ll just have to make sure you don’t get lonely!” He took my elbow, and guided me through the crowded room to the sofa.

The time flew by. Bob made sure I always had a drink in my hand, and an seeming unending parade of guys stopped by to chat and flirt. By the time I really paid any attention the party was winding down. I was sitting on the sofa with Bob on one side and a guy named Mark on the other. People were leaving, and soon I realized that I was the only woman left.

In addition to Mark and Bob, several other guys were standing, talking in the kitchen.

My head was a little fuzzy from the drinks, and I was somewhat uninhibited in my flirting with Bob and Mark. For those of you who have read about my previous adventures, you will know that I have engaged in group sex a number of times. In some respects, I am more turned on by being the center of attention of a number of horny guys than by any other sexual situations. Not that other situations aren’t hot. I just tend to get off on doing things that are more “slutty”, and being the star of a gang bang, well, that REALLY gets me hot.

With that in mind, I was not offended when the guys started making more suggestive comments. And I was not too nervous or scared when their hands started to tentatively explore my body to see how far I was willing to let things go.

As the discussion got more suggestive, Bob’s hand caressed my thigh moving higher against the fabric of my jeans. On the other side, Mark was sliding fingers between the buttons of my shirt to kestel escort lightly stroke my belly. I leaned back and moaned as Bob’s hand moved up and grazed the fabric covering my crotch.

“..guys…” I offered up a fake, half hearted protest, but they could tell I was too far gone to resist. Truthfully, I WAS too far gone to resist. I did not want to resist. I did not intend to resist. However, my experience has taught me the following lesson: Guys are incredibly turned on if you are hesitant. I’m not talking about ignoring a true plea to stop. That’s a whole other thing. I mean that if I am clearly going down that path, and I hesitate just a bit, ask for them to slow down, express some degree of doubt, get promises “not to tell anyone”, then the guys are REALLY stoked and horny as hell. And the sex is incredible. It’s a game, and I know my part.

“…Wait a second…” I looked to the kitchen where the others were talking, “…what about?…”

Bob looked over at his buddies, “I can get them to leave…”

I bit my lip softly, “…would they tell anyone…?”

I could tell the guys sitting next to me were incredibly turned on by what my question had implied. They glanced at each other briefly before Bob whispered in my ear, “No one will say a word. Promise. What happens in Vegas…”

I gave a soft sigh as I slid my ass down on the sofa so that I could lean further back into the cushions.

Mark’s fingers moved higher and slid between the buttons of my blouse closer to my tits. He worked his way under my bra, caressing my stiff nipple. Another low moan escaped from between my lightly pressed together lips. Meanwhile, Bob was working on the top button of my jeans. He managed to get the button undone, then he worked the zipper down. His fingers slipped under the fabric of my panties and stroked lightly along my wet slit.

“…Please…be easy.” I could barely get the words out as my mind tried to keep pace with the response of my body which was on fire.

The guys laughed as I leaned back and closed my eyes. My mind was reeling with the knowledge of what I was going to let them do to me. What I knew they were more than ready to do to me.

The buttons of my blouse were undone slowly one after another, and my shirt was slipped off my shoulders. I sat up as Mark pulled my blouse out from behind my back and tossed it to the side. He worked on the catch to my bra as Bob grabbed my jeans, pulling them over my hips and down to my ankles. I lifted each foot in turn as my jeans were stripped off. My tits were bare as my legs were tugged wide apart to rest on the legs of Bob on one side and Mark on the other.

The guys from the kitchen must have suspected that something was going on, because when I looked up, Danny, John, Grayson were standing in front of us staring with their mouths hanging open.

I looked down, embarrassed to see that the front of my panties was obviously soaked.

John crossed the few feet that separated us. He looked hard into my eyes as he grabbed the sides of my panties and pulled them over my hips. I moved my legs back together and raised my hips as he pulled my panties off.

I was blushing deeply as I was now completely exposed in front of five obviously horny men. The guys on either side of me starting caressing my tits, pinching my nipples, and rubbing their hands along my bare legs. Bob’s lips lightly trailed over my my neck, and Mark was rubbing my smooth skin just above my pussy. I squirmed as John dropped to his knees burying his face between my legs. The other two guys moved in, and hands roamed kırıkhan escort over every available inch of naked flesh.

John’s tongue was running slowly and persistently all around my clit causing me to moan deeply. I felt him bury a finger in my pussy, stroking it in and out. Bob grabbed my hair and pulled my head back. His mouth was covering mine, kissing me deeply. I felt John insert another finger in my wet pussy.

“…Oh god…” I moaned into Bob’s mouth.

Hands kneaded my tits, and fingers stroked in and out of my pussy. My breath was coming in short gasps as the guys worked on my body. I was suddenly lifted off the sofa and positioned on my hands and knees on the floor. Someone grabbed my head in two hands and pressed a stiff cock to my lips. Opening my mouth, I took the rock hard meat deep as someone else grabbed my hips. I felt a cock pressing at the opening of my pussy, and I groaned around the cock in my mouth as the guy behind me slammed all the way into my dripping pussy in one violent stroke.

The guys pounded me from both ends as I struggled to fuck back with some kind of rhythm. Two guys were on either side of me groping my tits. One of them reached underneath, and started roughly rubbing my clit.

I moaned and tried to pull off the cock in my mouth as a massive orgasm shook my body.

“…agggg…uuu…uuu…uuu…ahhhhh…!!” I was cumming hard, but the cock in my mouth muffled my scream. My head was held tightly in place as the guy fucking my mouth shuddered, his cock spasming as he started to cum along with me. I felt his cum spurt deep in my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, as I tried to swallow to keep from choking. My own orgasm swept through me, and a smaller one shot sparks along my spine. I kept sucking on the now deflating dick in my mouth as I was furiously rocking back on the cock that kept up a jackhammer rhythm in and out of my pussy.

Spent, the guy in my mouth pulled out, and I gasped as I took air deep into my lungs. A hand on my back pressed my head and chest into the carpet. My ass was sticking up in the air as the guy behind me picked up speed, fucking me harder and deeper. I cried out in pleasure and pain as he bottomed out on each thrust. About the time I felt his cock swell and empty into my pussy, I started to cum again.

“…Oh god…I’m cumming…fuck me…fuck…!!” I screamed as another orgasm shook me to my soul. John fucked me until his cock was totally drained. He pulled out, moving around in front of me where he pressed his sticky cock to my lips. I hesitated, but he grabbed my hair, lifted my head, and pushed his cock into my mouth when I opened my mouth to gasp for air.

“Clean it up.” John scowled.

I took him into my mouth tasting both his cum and the wetness of my pussy.

“Damn, thats so fucking hot…” Bob was holding my hair back so the others could see. The look on their faces was one of pure animal lust.

Bob smiled at me, “That was just a warmup, right baby? Who wants to double fuck her?”

It had barely even registered what they were saying when they picked me up and positioned me over Mark’s cock. He was flat on his back, and I was lowered slowly onto his huge cock. I groaned deeply as I sank easily onto his throbbing dick. I was pushed forward, my tits against his chest. Mark slowly began fucking me, hitting all the right spots. It felt so good, and I was soon grinding against his dick sending jolts of pleasure shooting through my body. Just as I was ready to cum again, Mark grabbed me, and held me tight to his chest. I felt hands on my ass, kızılay escort spreading my ass cheeks.

‘…Wait…” I stammered as a cool thick liquid dropped onto my asshole. “…Hold on…guys…” I shivered as fingers massaged the lube around my tight hole.

“…Guys…wait…” I almost panicked as a finger slipped slightly into my ass. I was no stranger to anal sex, but I was a little worried given the intensity of the fucking I had received so far.

To this point, Danny had been holding back, just watching. But as I looked over my shoulder, I saw that he was the one positioned behind me. With one hand he was working the lube into my ass, with the other he was stroking the biggest cock among them. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead, and I tried to break away from Mark’s grasp.

“Easy baby” He whispered into my ear, “You’re gonna love this”.

I moaned as Danny’s cock pressed against my tight asshole. The tip started to slowly slide in as I gasped. He steadily pressed in further, and my breath was now coming in short gasps. I was twitching and moaning as his cock slowly but persistently pressed into my ass. I felt sweat break out all along my back. I shuddered as Mark started grinding slowly against me, sending sensations of pure pleasure deep vibrating through my pussy. I buried my face into Mark’s neck and let out a soft sob as Danny continued to invade my ass.

He was lodged firmly, but not completely, in my ass when he grabbed me by the shoulders.

“Ready baby? Here it comes!”

I didn’t have time to protest as he quickly pulled almost all of the way out and then slammed his cock in one hard thrust all the way up my ass.

I howled as Danny buried his huge cock in my tight hole.

Danny stayed balls deep briefly before withdrawing slowly. My breathing was ragged, and I screamed again as he slammed back into my ass. After a few minutes, Mark and Danny had established a rhythm, fucking me smoothly and rapidly. The other guys were just staring at the the three of us. Finally, Bob stepped up beside me and pushed his dick into my mouth.

“Suck it! Time to get airtight!” I tried my best to suck him as the others slammed into me front and back.

Danny didn’t last long. My asshole was tight, and he lost it quickly, shooting his load deep into my bowels. He pulled out with a loud pop, but I didn’t a chance to catch my breath as Grayson shoved his own thick cock up my ass as soon as Danny moved out of the way.

The friction of the cock in my ass against his shaft in my pussy was too much, and soon Mark was cumming. He thrust into my pussy hard and deep and warm cum flooded my cunt. Bob’s cock stiffened, and I prepared myself to swallow his load, but he pulled out before he slipped over the edge. Bob groaned as he rolled away, and Mark managed to squirm out from underneath me. I was left on my on my hands and knees still getting ass fucked by Grayson. His hand had a fistful of my hair, and he pulled my head back as he slammed into me. I squealed and moaned as he furiously fucked my tight ass. Finally, I heard him groan, and I felt his cock jerk. Warm cum again flooded my ass. I collapsed on the floor as Grayson pulled his cock out and let go of my hair.

I was laying on my side on the carpet panting, the guys scattered on the floor around me. Hands stroked my body, pinched my nipples, and someone was sliding their fingers in and out of my used pussy. Bob brushed the hair back from my face and gave me a wicked smile.

“You like that Kirsten?”

He rolled me over onto my back, entering me with one smooth stroke. Bob slowly fucked me as his friends sat back and watched. I wrapped my legs around his back and matched his slow, sensuous rhythm as a small orgasm rippled through my body. My mind drifted away as Bob shot his load deep into my pussy.

“Yeah…I liked that…” I purred with a contented smile on my face.

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It had been a few days after my birthday and Candy and I were lying in bed. Her head was on my chest and she was making little circles around my nipples. I was playing with her hair and looking out her window at the stars. We were lying there for a while in silence and I think we were both thinking of the same thing we just didn’t want to be the first to bring it up. We both asked the other about our thoughts but we both said nothing. I finally decided to bring it up. I told her that I really enjoyed my birthday gift from her and she smiled with me and kissed my chest.

“I just wanted to make you happy.” She replied. I told her that she made me happy but I could tell that there was something else on her mind that was starting to trouble her. I told her that she could tell me anything and everything and only honesty could keep us together.

Candy told me that in asking for a threesome she felt like she wasn’t enough for me and that I was interested in other women and asked if I would leave her for someone else. I understood her fears but I asked her if she felt like that then why even go through with it. She figured if she gave in once that I would be satisfied and that would be the end of it. However she didn’t really expect to enjoy the experience that much. She talked to me about how erotic and sexual she felt having her pussy licked and sucked in a way she always wanted while having my dick in her mouth. Something about the way Kristy was touching her awoke something inside her and she was conflicted about it. I told her if she felt that way she should tackle the issue head on which meant maybe repeating the action and seeing how it felt a second time. Candy moved her head and put her chin on my chest and looked me in the eye.

“You’d love that wouldn’t you.” She sternly said.

“Love what?” I asked her confused as to where she was going with this.

“You’d love to fuck Kristy again in front of me.” she snapped.

“You grabbed my dick and pulled me into her. Would you rather I fuck her when you’re not around? I would never do that to you. I’d much rather have sex with another woman with you rather than without you.” She looked at me and I could tell that she was mad but not enough to pursue the matter. I was also a little angry myself because it reminded me of why I wanted to break up with her in first place, I can’t stand an insecure woman. It’s either you know your importance and value to me while you are with me or stop needing me to validate your own feelings. I never told her this but she knew my way of thinking.

We both stayed silent for a while and finally I broke the silence again by apologizing. “What do you want to do then? Do you want to have a one on one with Kristy and see where that leads you?”

“No, I feel like that would be cheating on you even though you know. You can be there.” She replied.

A few days later as I was leaving work kemalpaşa escort to go home. Candy called me to come over to her place. I honestly wasn’t going because things had been a little strained since the last time I was there but I didn’t want to upset her so I went. When I got there, surprise surprise Kristy was there. We greeted each other and talked a little before Candy asked us both to come to the living room. We all sat together and before anything could be said Kristy spoke her mind.

“Jeremy, Candy before any of you speak let me just say that as much as I thoroughly enjoyed the other night you all need to know that I don’t want to come between you two. I think you both have a great thing together and I would hate to break that up.” She turned to Candy and held her hands and looking into her eyes she told her.

“Candy, I haven’t known you as long as Jeremy but I really do appreciate you as a person and a friend and I know that you were and are trying to make Jeremy happy. The only reason I agreed to the other night is because it was always something I wanted to experience as a woman. I figured it would be more fun doing it with people I know and trust and I hope you know that I never want to come between you two. If you ever want to continue where we left off I would be willing but not if it’s going to cause any trouble.”

I sat looking at them and looked carefully at both their faces as the words were spoken. Kristy continued saying.

“Candy, I know that Jeremy loves you and you love him. I know that both of you may one day get married and have kids and I want you both to have that but I am not interested in any of those things. I have never been in a committed relationship because I don’t want to be tied down to anyone. I love my freedom and even marriage is not something I am interested in. Maybe later in my life that might change but right now, I’m not in that place. You and Jeremy have something special and it would be horrible to lose that. Jeremy himself has turned me down on numerous occasions because of you. He doesn’t love me like he does you. I don’t think you will ever have to worry about losing him to me or anyone else. I will always be here to your fuck buddy but please don’t expect more from me. I can’t give anymore than that.” I was shocked to hear this. Candy looked as though whatever doubts or questions she had were being answered and she looked a little more settled. She looked over to me and I nodded in agreement with Kristy’s words. Her eyes welled with tears and she smiled a little.

Candy came over to me and sat on my legs and just hugged me and apologized. I looked over at Kristy and she was smiling in a very sly way (I didn’t pay attention to it then but I should have.) Honestly I was all for it. If you ever had a threesome you know how much it spoils you, it’s hard to go back from that especially as kemer escort a man. Candy still hugging my neck let go and I wiped the tears from her eyes and gave her little kisses on her lips. She held my face and kissed me again. Kristy slithered up and began to kiss Candy’s neck and ran her tongue up and down her neck. Candy turned to her and they both started kissing. Kristy pulled Candy off my leg and ran her fingers through Candy’s hair while kissing her.

Kristy looked at me and gave me a wink and I laughed silently. Candy was wearing a little black house dress and Kristy pulled the dress up to expose her butt. She slid her hands under the waist of Candy’s underwear and pushed it down to expose her bare ass. She grabbed Candy’s butt hard and forcefully and then softly and slowly grabbed the rest of her dress and lifted it over Candy’s head. Candy wasn’t wearing a bra so as she stood there naked. Kristy lowered her head to Candy’s breast and kissed them. As she fondled, massaged and kissed Candy’s breasts. She flickered her tongue on Candy’s nipples and I admired her technique. As Kristy continued her sexual stimulation of Candy’s body she started to undress herself which didn’t take very long. Kristy was not wearing anything under her own form fitting dress. She lifted her own breast to Candy’s mouth and now it was Candy’s turn to lick and suck on Kristy’s breasts and nipples. Kristy reached her hand down to rub Candy’s clit. I figured out quickly that Candy must be have been doing a great job or that Kristy was really horny because it didn’t take long for moans of pleasure to fill the room.

Kristy started to back up and Candy followed her. Candy eventually pushed Kristy down on the couch and knelt in front of her. She spread Kristy’s legs and started to lick her pussy. Kristy closed her eyes and grabbed Candy’s head and played with her hair. She opened her eyes and looked at me and mouthed,

“She’s so good.” I just smiled. Kristy then pulled Candy up to kiss her lips and in so doing she pulled Candy up on the couch with her. She made Candy kneel on the couch and she slid down between Candy’s legs onto the ground so she could lick Candy’s cunt. She ran her hands all over Candy’s ass as she licked and sucked her pussy. I looked at the beautiful sight of my girlfriend kneeling on her couch while another woman sucked her pussy. Kristy’s hips were gyrating and her legs kept opening and closing. I think she was trying to send me a message. When I did nothing, she took her hands away from Candy’s body and rubbed her own pussy and called me over. I walked up and licked her pussy.

Kristy was so wet and I loved how in touch she was with her sexual side. She knew what she wanted and was unashamed of it. With my tongue and fingers sliding in and out of Kristy’s vagina, Kristy returned her hands to Candy’s body and started to finger her. Candy was really horny keşan escort now, she came off the couch. I pulled away and sat back in my chair and watched as Candy held up one of Kristy’s legs, she lowered her pussy onto Kristy’s and then started to rub their clits together. I watched my girlfriend discover something new about her own sexuality and prowess and I looked them both get lost in the moment. I don’t know how much time had passed but eventually they both started to grind into each other so hard their voices got louder. Their breaths were quickening and sweat started forming on their bodies.

“Fuck me harder bitch” Kristy shouted at Candy. They both increased their intensity and speed and then they both let out screams and moans as Candy collapsed onto Kristy. Kristy’s hands grabbed Candy’s butt and she spread it exposing Candy’s drenched pussy.

“That pussy needs a cock.” She told me. I dropped my pants and lowered myself as Kristy grabbed my cock and guided it into Candy’s pussy. Candy could have multiple orgasms. The second one usually entailed going fast and deep which I was more than happy to do. As I rammed my cock balls deep into Candy’s pussy, Kristy was tickling my balls, she was looking at me and smiling,

“Fuck that pussy with your rock hard cock.” She snapped at me.”

“Make her cum all over my pussy again. Fuck her harder with your cock.” I put my leg up on the couch and this time harder than I ever had before, really rammed Candy. I was so violent with my thrusts that I was moving both Candy and Kristy. Her breasts we’re now dangling in front of Kristy’s face and she grabbed both and sucked them hard. Candy’s body stiffened again and she screamed out loud as her body got a second orgasmic wave through her body. She rolled off of Kristy and kept her eyes closed tight and just tried to catch her breath. Kristy leapt forward and swallowed my cock while stroking my shaft and pulling and tugging on my balls.

I grabbed a handful of her hair with both hands and thrusted my cock deeper into her mouth. I pushed her up on the couch with her head against the backrest and with the same force I was using on Candy’s pussy, I was now applying to Kristy’s mouth. She continued to pull and tug on my balls and I felt like I couldn’t go on anymore. My cum exploded at the back of her throat and I felt her swallow it. I hadn’t done much but I had used up more energy than I thought. I fell off to the other side of the couch as my orgasm high kicked it. Slumped down in the couch as much as I could Candy had now recovered from her orgasm and she pulled Kristy to her and stuck her tongue in her mouth. Kristy started laughing and told Candy,

“If you want more of your boyfriend’s cum…you don’t need to get it from my mouth. He’s right there you can just suck it all out from his dick.”

Candy came over to me and cuddled up next to me as Kristy made room for her between us. As Candy snuggled up under my arm and curled herself into a ball. Kristy licked my face and then licked Candy.

“I’ve marked my territory, you bitches are mine now.” I really had no idea what Candy and I were getting ourself into but we wouldn’t have to wait long to find out either.

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For those of you who have never tried to arrange to meet another couple for a bit of adult play, the beginning of this story may put you off the idea completely, as it’s really too hard to arrange. Then, somewhere near the middle, give you a glimmer of hope, and a reason to go one. And finally, when you get to the good bit at the end, have you responding to personal ads like there’s no tomorrow. For those of you who have, you can read the first part of the story, and perhaps allow yourselves a wry smile at the cageyness, coyness and almost downright secretive behaviour we all exhibit from time to time.

I’ll start by introducing the heroine of the piece. A wonderful woman I met 18 months ago, at a Literotica meeting on a sunny spring day in downtown Sydney. Rather strangely, well, for a heroine anyway, her appearance in this story is somewhat fleeting. For you see, the lady in question was the one who brought a personal ad. to my attention, and suggested that the couple that had posted sounded perfect for what we (my wife and I) were looking for.

It occurs to me as I write that had it not been for her, all of this might not have happened. I probably wouldn’t be sat here writing a story about it, and we would most likely have never met Steve and Sash.

So, in what I feel to be an appropriate forum, a huge heart felt thanks to my western friend (you know who you are!), for helping us down this road.

And so, it is with a sad farewell, that we say adieu to our heroine. Her purpose is now served, and I can get on with telling you all the naughty little details. I think I know why you’re reading this, and I don’t believe it’s to assess my talents as an author. So, back to the story.

The personal ad was really no different to many others. There was a quick description of the couple, Steve and Sash. Not their real names, but then who cares. The usual likes and dislikes, what they were hoping to find in another couple and so on. I’d seen any number of ads that said much the same. However, this one had two notable differences. Firstly, both Steve and Sash are bisexual. I don’t know about you, but that sounds like a night with great potential. Imagine spending a night with three other people where it doesn’t matter who or how you touch the person next to you. Secondly, and probably more importantly, they’d included a picture. The faces were masked of course, but you could certainly see what the bodies were like. A petite, slim, curvy, brunette female, and a tall, well toned man with a cock like a chair leg.

I should point out at this time that my judgment as to the suitability of Steve and Sash was in no way affected by the monstrous appendage being brandished toward the camera when Steve’s picture was taken. Of course not, I mean…., it wouldn’t be would it?

I read the add a few times, and looked at the picture a few more. And then showed it to my wife, Al, when she got home that night. We agreed to send a reply to the e-mail address supplied. No pictures at this stage, just a quick response to indicate an interest. Of course, I fully intended to use my anonymous e-mail address, and then promptly sent it from my home address (oops). Told you that cock wasn’t affecting my judgment in any way!

We had a reply a couple of days later, with a Yahoo ID so that we could chat on-line. Now this is where the fun begins. Firstly, you have to both be on line at the same time, which is harder than you might think. It took us nearly a week. Finally, we were in the right place at the right time and we started chatting. This in itself is no simple task. The problem with on-line chat is that you lose all sense of stress and intonation in what the other person is writing. Of course, it would be so much easier over the phone, but who’s going to send their phone number to someone they’ve never even seen?

And then came the request I’d been worrying about. Steve and Sash quite rightly wanted some photos of my wife and I. We have a digital camera, and have a few photos available. However, most of them seem to have Al’s face, and my cock in them, usually in close proximity. And so, with a little editing, and the insertion of a few black squares, the second hurdle had been jumped. We’d chatted and exchanged photos. So far, so good…..but bloody difficult all in all, and the whole process does little to inspire any form of confidence.

The next evening, I came home to find a message waiting on Yahoo. They liked the photos. Thank FUCK for that! I think I’d have been almost suicidal if they’d rejected us on looks alone. Just for the record, Al is petite, slim, curvy, tits to die for, and all round sexy. I’m just your average 6’ bloke watching his hair go backwards and his belly come forwards. Not that bad yet, but I really should start thinking about some more exercise.

We managed to chat to them a couple more times over the next week or so, and then came the crunch. They kadirli escort wanted proof that Al was not just a figment of my imagination, and that we were really genuine. I have to say that we both felt the same way. They’d had problems in the past with single men pretending to couples just to get some pictures to wank over, or simply having a laugh at their expense. As this was our first time, we were being particularly careful and didn’t want our somewhat fragile egos crushed by some dickhead having a giggle.

The only way to do it therefore, was to swap phone numbers and for Al and Sash actually talk to each other. It’s not like they were going to be ogres or anything surely? After all, the vast majority of people are honest and genuine. We’re adults. We can handle a simple phone call. Just ring the mobile number, and ask to speak to Sash.

It took us nearly two weeks to get the courage to do it, by which time they’d almost forgotten who we were.

I rang the number and softly spoken woman answered. It was Sash (phew). We spoke briefly and then I passed the phone over to Al. They chatted for a few minutes, and then she spoke to Steve quickly. And then it was all done. Problem solved. We were real: they were real: and all we had to do now was actually meet up. And to think I thought the phone call was difficult.

Two more weeks went by, and we finally agreed to meet in the City on Friday night between 7:00 and 7:30 for a drink and maybe some food. No point in trying to plan out an evening. After all, we might not like each other after the first few minutes. We arrived at the bar at a little before 7:00 with the intention of finding a seat with a good view of the doors so that we could spot them when they entered. We still hadn’t seen faces at this point, so we only had a vague idea what they looked like, and it would be an interesting experience if we picked the wrong couple.

7:30 came and went, and we began to start thinking about contingency plans in the event of them not arriving when a couple entered the bar. They looked like two people who’d never been there before, so I immediately assumed it was them. I suppose they looked like I expected them to look…sort of. They spotted us, probably using similar criteria, and I suddenly became aware of how nervous I was. We’d been saying earlier that this was just like being on a first date, and memories from my teens had come flooding back. But this wasn’t like any first date I’d ever been on. Back then, you hoped for a quick peck on the cheek, perhaps a bit of tongue and a quick feel before being sent home for the night. This date had a somewhat more specific agenda: we were there to arrange sex with two people we barely knew, and didn’t even know if we’d like….or find attractive for that matter.

As they approached, Steve mouthed my name, and I nodded, and that was that: we’d actually met. We all sat down at a table together, there was a slight pause while we all got comfortable, and sorted out the drinks and generally gave each other the once over. God this was so much harder to do than I’d imagined. I used to think that meeting customers for big money sales meetings was difficult. Ha! Bloody walk in the park compared to this. When you meet a customer, you’re selling something for somebody else. We were selling for us. For some reason, selling widgets for Acme Co. is so much easier than effectively saying “Hi…fancy a fuck?!”

I don’t really know what we talked about for the first hour. A few more drinks and a bucket load of nervousness and it was lost in the mists of time. I suppose we talked about ourselves, a little bit about the elaborate means by which we’d managed to arrive in the position we were in and an load of nonsensical gibberish designed to calm ones nerves.

Probably the only comment that I still remember was from Sash. Steve was at the bar, and she said “He doesn’t dance and he doesn’t like young people”. I wasn’t quite sure what that meant exactly, but I thought I understood the sentiment, and decided based on that, that me and Steve were going to get along just fine. And besides, he’s a good looking guy…with a huge cock. Truth be told, I had a feeling that we’d get along before we actually met. Steve had told us of their “rules” with couples. The two that stuck in my mind, were that we all stay in the same room, and the women have the power. If a woman says no, it means no, and isn’t open for debate. It struck me that Steve had a tremendous amount of respect for his woman, and women in general, and I that gave me a great amount of confidence in his integrity.

They had some family in town at the time for wedding, and had arranged to go to a club with a few of the younger members of the crowd at some point later. Steve was not keen on the idea, as I wouldn’t have been, but was prepared to do whatever Sash wanted. By now, all she seemed to want was a kapaklı escort steady supply of drinks, so they stayed where they were.

Time was passing rapidly, and the drinks were beginning to flow rather nicely. We were well beyond the just got to know you stage and well into the we rather like you phase. It was incredibly relaxed: surprisingly so in retrospect. The conversation was good, and it was like we’d known each other for years. Steve then told us that they’d been in a bit of a mood before coming to the bar, and had really only turned up out of obligation. They had a signal (his fictitious ulcer) they used to each other to indicate that one or other was not interested in the couple they were meeting, and despite his first impressions on seeing us (apparently not good), he was now very happy they’d arrived, and his “ulcer?” wasn’t playing up at all. Sash had left us briefly to use the bathroom, and I asked how she felt about us so far. The response was one that will boost my ego for years to come. He said, “When we were at the bar, Sash said, “I’d fuck them.””. Fortunately, when they were are the bar, we’d said the same thing about them.

If there was any ice remaining to be broken, that comment did it, and from then on, the talk was almost completely about sex. I don’t know if the people around us could here the conversation, and in truth, I didn’t care. I was almost certainly going wind up having sex with these two people in the near future, and that had taken over my thought patterns. After all, the two “masked” people we’d seen on our PC screen had turned out to be as attractive as their pictures suggested they might be. The only possible issue was whether Al was interested. We we’re in this for the bi experience more than anything else (something we can’t get at home), so I looked at Al to see how she was doing. She and Sash were locked eye to eye, and when they weren’t Sash was staring down the front of Al’s blouse as best she could. It was all turning out rather nicely. And I certainly wasn’t complaining at all. Firstly, I was going to see Sash naked. Secondly, there was every chance she’d be fucking my wife. And thirdly, Steve was a very attractive man, and I don’t see that many that I fancy. I hadn’t sucked a guy off for quite a number of years, and ever since reading the ad, it had been lurking in the back of my mind. I could definitely go down on Steve…no problem there at all.

Time was moving on, and the bar would soon be closing. Sash had ignored two text messages from her family, and it was quite apparent that we were a team for the evening. I had no idea where this was taking us, after all, it was only for a drink and a bite to eat, but we were all having such a great time together, it seemed that none of us wanted the evening to end. Sash decided to finish with a cocktail. A long chocolate laden drink appeared along with some small strawberries: and that’s when things began to get a bit more risqué.

Sash began to suck the end of a strawberry, and told us how they reminded her of a woman’s nipple. She made a complete meal of them, smearing chocolate on them from her drink, and pushing them into everyone else’s mouths. It was quite clear that she was getting very aroused by Al’s tits, and the feeling was undoubtedly mutual. We could see Sash’s nipples through her top quite clearly, and when I commented about them, she had a quick glance around to make sure that no one else was watching, and simply lifted her top to show us.

WOW! What a pair of tits! Not that big, not that small, and a perfect shape for their size. Beautiful dark brown nipples, and so firm looking. My wife’s tits are my favourite of all time, but the pair displayed before me were pushing for a very close second. Al was salivating at the sight of them, and I had absolutely no doubt what was going through her mind. She wanted Sash, and any time then would have been fine.

Sash pulled her top back down, and we finished our drinks while complimenting her on her body. I’m not sure my command of the English Language is sufficient to describe just how sexy Sash is. Petite, curvy, beautiful soft Mediterranean tanned skin, the cutest ass (too big according to her…yeah right), long shiny brunette hair. These and a few more phrases would only being to scratch the surface, and I could go on for another page or two, so, I’ll leave the rest to your imagination. But, suffice to say, this woman was put on the planet for the pleasure of both men and women.

The bar had now closed, and it was time to find some alternative entertainment. Sash and Al both fancied a dance, so we decided to go to a strip club. Looking back, this was a strange choice for a place to dance. In my experience, the dancing usually happens on stage, while the audience sits there, so I wasn’t sure how they expected to dance, but it was their decision, so off we went. We got a drink and a table karacabey escort near the dance floor, and watched the first show for a few minutes. We asked for an ashtray as we’re all smokers, only to be told that we had to move to the other side of the bar if we wanted to smoke. So we dutifully found a table and continued to watch the show.

The woman dancing was wrapping herself a round a pole in the usual provocative manner, but I didn’t find it in the least bit exciting. The two women with us were infinitely more sexy, and had begun to dance themselves next to the table. They were kissing each other, and running their hands up and down each other’s body. Fuck the show on the stage, and the exorbitant entry fees we’d just paid: this was way better.

Quickly back to the here and now for a minute. I’ve just been chatting with Steve on-line and he’s just read the first part of the story, up to the bit where we go back to their hotel room. It’s coming up in a paragraph or two…not long now! Anyway, he’s just told me that Sash had a fantasy about making out with another woman in a public place. No longer a fantasy, now a reality, and it was better than she could have imagined. It gives me a hard on just thinking it. Now, where was I…oh yes…

Sadly for me and Steve, and the gathering crowd of “well wishers”, the club security guys didn’t appreciate the attention being taken away from the paid entertainment, and they asked the girls to stop or we’d all be thrown out.

Sash took this a cue to go to the toilet, and when she came out, she slipped her panties into Al’s hand. Al looked at the tiny garment, and then brought it to her face. She inhaled deeply, and then began to lick the tiny piece of fabric. Sash was standing next to me, eyes wide as she watched Al’s tongue slide over the fabric, and she began to rub her hands over my backside. Steve was doing the same, to Al, and it was now quite clear that the evening was only going to end at their hotel room.

I slid my hand down the back of Sash’s pants, and managed to work a finger in to her absolutely soaking pussy. She turned to me and promptly kissed me, sliding her tongue into my mouth. I stole a quick look at Al and Steve. They were in a similar position. Al was rubbing the now huge bulge in Steve’s trousers, and I could see his hand sliding down the back of her skirt. She was rubbing herself against his leg and I could see her chest heaving with excitement.

We all came up for air, and Steve suggested we go back to their room to see what else we could find to do. No one disagreed. As we were leaving, we had a few thank yous from our “audience” for the show, and a couple of guys wanted to know if we were there every week. Steve and I briefly contemplated asking for donations, but we were dragged out of the door by the women. They obviously had somewhere they needed to be.

The cool evening air hit me a little, and I took a deep breath. I was more drunk than I would have liked, and I hoped that my cock wasn’t going to let me down. It had work to do. As if reading my mind, Steve told me that he was pissed, and was hoping that his cock was going to work properly. We giggled at the idea of having to watch the two women as an alternative as we hailed a cab, and took the 5 minute ride to their hotel room.

As soon as we arrived, Steve went to the mini-bar. By the time he’d offered us a drink, both women had managed to lose their tops, and were rubbing nipples as they greedily devoured each others tongue, and tried to remove what remained of their clothing. I sat down and began to rub at the aching lump in my jeans. It had been a little cramped for room in there for the past hour or so, and I was going to take this opportunity to give my old man some much needed attention. Steve came and joined me watching the girls, and we both proceeded to gently play with ourselves.

Meanwhile, the floor show was reaching new heights of eroticism. As they kissed, Sash slowly undid the zip of Al’s skirt, and it slid slowly to the floor. Her face lit up when she found that Al wasn’t wearing any thing underneath, and within seconds was on her knees sliding her tongue between my wife’s legs. Apparently, Al was in no mood to mess around, and sat back on the couch. Sash immediately buried her head in her soaking pussy. Al later told me than when she was in the strip club, her cum had been running down the inside of her thighs in anticipation of what was to come. The waiting was now over, and she spread her legs wide so that Sash had complete access to her.

I looked across the table at Steve. When we were chatting on line, he’d told me that he took immense pleasure from seeing Sash enjoying herself. He was certainly smiling now, and he had every right be. Sash was having a great time.

After a few minutes they changed places, and it was Al’s turn to pleasure Sash. They kissed briefly, and then Al slowly began to work her way down the exquisite body laid out before her. She licked Sash’s neck, chest, nipples, stomach, thighs, and then slowly moved her tongue towards its goal. Sash arched her back and trust her herself on to my wife’s face obviously not wanting any more teasing, and Al was only too happy to oblige.

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This story is the culmination of a long erotic dream I had one morning. I fleshed it out and added more details to make it longer. None of the people are real, but are loosely based on people in my life. If cuckolding isn’t your thing…well, you can always click away. Or keep reading. You may find something you like…

*

My friend Sal and I had been planning on having a major blow-out party for Labor Day weekend – just a long overnight party since everyone was off on Monday. We figured that we would have plenty of people over – coworkers, friends, and a few of Sal’s neighbors who we played poker with on weekends.

That Saturday night we started the party off in style with a big barbeque and two kegs. People were coming and going all night – there must have been 50 to 60 people there. Of course during the course of the evening, I lost track of my wife, Maria. I just figured she would be hanging out with Sal’s wife, Donna. I handed Sal the reins of the barbeque and went inside to take a piss, and there I saw Maria and Donna hanging out with two of the guys from poker, Marcus and Derek. The four of them were playing cards with a few other people, and as I got closer I heard the telltale yell of “Last card!” from the game of Asshole. Donna threw down her final card and threw her hands up in the air.

“Hi Honey!” my wife said as I came over, seeing her with a strong buzz. I could tell she wasn’t doing well in the game and had been drinking a lot as punishment for losing. She came bouncing over and gave me a hug and a deep kiss, then went back to her seat. Maria stumbled a little, and Marcus reached out and held her hand as she sat back down. I shook Derek’s hand and nodded to Marcus, who was enjoying the party.

“You guys eat yet?” I asked, and everyone said yeah. I told them I’d be right back and went to the bathroom. On the way back, people had changed seats from where they finished in the previous game, and my wife was between Marcus and Derek. I couldn’t tell, but it looked like Marcus had his hand on my wife’s thigh. She was wearing shorts and a tank top. Her toned legs were looking real good that night, and her big breasts really filled up that tight top, with plenty of tanned cleavage on display. It only took a few rounds for me to get pretty buzzed from constantly losing.

The night started winding down, with most people leaving the party after a late thunderstorm came through. Sal had come over and started playing karaköprü escort too, and it was down to Sal and Donna, myself and Maria, Marcus, Derek, and another couple from down the street. Everyone was really drunk and tired at this point, and we started breaking off to go to sleep for the night. Sal had plenty of rooms, so we all started picking spots for the night. I walked down the hall to the room, but realized I better have some water. As I went back into the kitchen, I saw Marcus whispering in my wife’s ear. She nodded, and then turned to see me walking in the room. She smiled really big, then kissed me and headed to the room. I joined her shortly thereafter, and she was already asleep…or so I thought.

I passed out for maybe a half hour, but I woke up as Maria got out of bed. She heard me rustling, and said, “I’m gonna go pee – I’ll be back,” and headed down the hall. I mumbled an ‘okay’ in response, but found it odd she went down the hall to the right – the bathroom was to the left. I just blew it off and tried to get back to sleep, which just wasn’t happening. I got up to get an aspirin, and heard voices down the hall…to the right. I softly walked down the hall to the room, and the door was open slightly. I pushed it open a little, and saw Marcus laying on the bed, naked, his fat black cock standing straight up. God it was huge. But what really made me do a double take was seeing Maria kneeling between his legs on the bed, topless, her hand grasping the base of his shaft. Her white hand started sliding up and down his dark manmeat, a big smile on her face.

“So is this what you had in mind?” I heard her say. Marcus nodded his head, and I watched my wife open her mouth and start licking his cock head. I stood in the door watching her tongue gliding up and down his shaft and circle around his thick cock head. She opened her mouth wider and wrapped her lips around his cock, her head slowly bobbing up and down on him. Marcus moaned and placed his hand on the back of her head, holding her reddish-brown hair out of the way. Her hand stroked his thickness as she sucked his cock, the sound of her slurping on him getting louder and louder. I felt my cock getting rock hard watching my wife act like a slut with my friend.

She moved forward a little, and started sliding his cock between her beautiful D-cup breasts. He reached down and held them together, pumping his hips up and down. Her eyes were locked karatay escort on his, her mouth hanging open as she started to lightly moan. I watched the head of his cock pop up and down again and again, a very sexy contrast of his black skin against her tanned breasts and cleavage and the whiter skin where her bikini had covered.

“I need you back in my mouth,” she said, and dove back down on his turgid pole, her head turning side to side as she sucked him harder. Marcus moaned loudly and tilted his head back, enjoying my wife’s oral skills.

“You can see her better if you come in,” he said loudly, which shocked me back to reality. It took a second or two to realize that he was looking right at my reflection in the mirror across the room, my hand rubbing my cock through my shorts. Fuck, i must have had the door halfway open as I stood there gazing on my wife pleasuring another man.

Maria slowed down her blowjob, but kept Marcus’ thick prick in her mouth as I slowly came in to the room. “You like watching her suck my cock?” Marcus asked me. I watched him proceed to guide her bangs off her forehead. “She does an amazing job,” he added as he stroked her hair.

“No,” I said, and even I didn’t believe myself. I had fantasized about this for a while, but could never bring it up. I never thought she would go for it, and was always embarrassed that she might hold it against me.

“Bullshit – your cock is hard. If you really didn’t want to watch this, you would have stopped it.” All i could do is stand and watch. “Oh wait, that’s right – you WANT to see your wife with a big black cock in her mouth!” Marcus’ words hung in the air until Maria lifted her mouth off his cock with a juicy ‘pop’ sound.

“I figured that I would take your fascination with cuckolding and interracial porn into my own hands,” she said. “Yeah, I know what you look at on the computer, dummy. You might want to try to delete your history every now and then.”

My heart froze – holy shit, what has she seen? What HASN’T she seen? She got off the bed, grabbing her tank top that was laying on the floor. “I know you wanted me to do this, especially with all the online pics you looked at of all the women that that kind of look like me. All those pics of white girls with their pussies, mouths and asses filled with black cock. Filled with cum. Don’t worry, you’ll get your big wish.”

She smiles wide, then kisses me deeply. karesi escort I can taste the wetness on her lips from the cocksucking she was giving Marcus. She reaches down and rubs my cock – “I can see someone is turned on. Take your clothes off – NOW!” she says, as if a switch has flipped in her head and a more dominant version of Maria has appeared. I quickly pull my clothes off, my cock standing out. I can see that Marcus is much thicker in comparison to myself, and probably 3 inches longer.

“Put your hands together in front of you,” Maria says, and I oblige. She uses the tank top and ties my hands together, then pulls me over to the bed. “Lay down on your back, right here near the side.” I do what she says, and she takes Marcus’ belt off the floor and fastens my hands to the bedpost. She gives it a nice tug, then when she is satisfied I am not going anywhere, she leans in close to me, looking into my eyes with a fiery passion. “Tonight, you get every dirty little wish you wanted from all those sites you looked at. I spent quite a bit of time myself there – that IS some hot shit you like. I can’t wait to make all YOUR dreams come true…” she glances at Marcus, then back to me, “…and MINE.” There is a deep, guttural growl of pure sex and fire as she says ‘MINE’ that strikes me to my core. Holy fuck, what did I unleash? She pushes herself off my chest, then turns back to Marcus. “Now where were we?” she says to her stud.

“You had your sweet little mouth wrapped around my fat cock,” Marcus says, and sits in the bed next to me. I watch Maria crawl up to him, her big juicy breasts swaying back and forth. Her perky nipples are rock hard and stand out well due to the tanlines.

“Can you see honey?” she asks as she grabs his still-hard cock, and I nod a yes. “Good,” she moans as I watch her mouth slide back down around his manhood. Her eyes gaze up at me as her cheeks go concave from the vacuum treatment she is providing to Marcus.

“Your wife is very good at sucking cock,” Marcus comments as I watch her jerking and sucking his fat cock. My cock twitches as I watch her, unable to touch it. My eyes are fixed on my wife as she looks up at Marcus, sucking and slurping his cock. A few seconds go by, and I hear Marcus speaking – I look over to see him on the phone.

“Yeah, it’s on…”

“Oh yeah…her mouth is on my cock right now…”

“Yeah, he’s here too, but he won’t be a problem…”

“cool.”

He hangs up the phone, and smiles. “Shit just got a lot more interesting,” Marcus says to me. Marcus tosses his phone back on the side table as the door opens and Derek walks in wearing just his boxers. I look over at Derek in the doorway as Maria releases a sultry moan from her mouth…

…to be continued…

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Awake early with a naked stranger in my bed. I guess we had sex, well, it’s a no brainier. I was out partying hard hoping to get a good fuck, by the look of his limp cock. I certainly wasn’t disappointed.

I hate these awkward moments. I don’t know if sex was good. He’ll want another I’m sure. I can’t really remember. I decide to leave him a note, written in lipstick on his chest. I have an appointment, thanks for the fun night. Let yourself out kisses.” I applied some lipstick to my own lips and signed the note with a kiss.

I quickly dressed, shorts and tank top and headed to Tim’s for a coffee. I can see my apartment from Tim’s, so I could go back to my apartment once he left, with no awkward moments.

I am sitting at a table waiting for my coffee, remembering snippets of last night, his name I can’t remember. What I do remember was how his fingers invaded my vagina, fast and slow, then deep and shallow. His touch was soiled with my bodily fluids. I opened my legs wider beckoning for his hard to fuck me. I was hungry for him and wondering just how good he was with cock that was standing so proud. “Don’t fucking stop?” I begged him, when his thrusts began to slow and get deeper into me. The moment of his ejaculation is a moment I relish. I am taking something that doesn’t belong to me. His cock is mine. For this moment I am the one giving him extreme pleasure. “Don’t you dare cum before me.” I breathed into his ear.

“I love you, no one else compares!” He said as he ejaculated inside me. However, false. His proclamation of love may be, it still gives me a good feeling inside me.

I closed my eyes as his lips plant a kiss on me. The kisses are so gentle. Like he was afraid. To hurt me. This is all too familiar a kiss also different to how his tongue threatened to incapacitate me with his assault on my vagina.

“That’s four dollars, gorgeous,” the cute waiter said, smiling at me.

“I am about to pay for my coffee and bagel when I hear a deep, manly voice says, “Let me get that for you.”

A guy wearing a suit, a business suit, the type of suit that makes a man look invincible. Well, that had quite the effect on me. He walks forward and stands beside me; then he hands the waiter some bills and tells him to keep the change.

“I’ve seen you at the same university with my daughter, Donna.” Stephen said.

“Yeah, I know a Donna from uni.” I said smiling, then licked my lips. My smile seemed to ease Stephen

“Why don’t you sit down with me, Stephen?.” I said, while batting my eyes.

He sat with his eyes locked onto the tip of my tongue running between my lips. I leaned across the table and kissed him on the lips. I paused for a while, watching his gaze. It had the sexual hunger,

“Thank you, for buying me breakfast,” I said, sitting back down on my chair.

I eat my bagel with a constant smile on my face. I knew I had him on my hook, and he thought because I am going to college with his daughter, I must be eighteen the same as Donna.

Going to university is a requirement for my new career. The job kinda jumped into my lap, so to speak, artifacts’ acquisitions for a museum. I helped my old boss with it. He was stripped of the position. He, was using it for his own gain. Now they have brought someone in from an insurance company. (sutherbys) I guess I need a degree in law, languages, computer and archaeology forensics. They are footing up the cash, so I shall take whatever.

I continue to smile. I am smiling because I know it’s so easy to make a married man desire me. This heightened by my constant hunger for sex.

“My pleasure. Are you meeting someone?” He said.

I smile, shaking my head. “Nope, I am here for breakfast, and to get away from an awkward situation.”

“Boyfriend?” He asked.

I nod, looking at him through my fluttering eyelashes.

“Why don’t you just kick him out”

“It’s a bit more complicated than just dumping him, Stephen.”

“In what way is it more complicated Carla?”

“I can’t just kick him out, it’s not my apartment.” It wasn’t really a lie, it’s my boss’s apartment, a place for us to fuck. I just put some very tempting bait on my hook.

“Well, I am not having you going back living with him Carla, it’s obvious he makes you uncomfortable.”

“What alternative do I have Stephen. live on the street?”

“No way, you will collect your things, then come to my place.” His tone went assertive. I like that and I smile as I look into his eyes, I wrap my arms around the back of his neck, I began kissing him, more assertive this time. I kissed him long enough to take his breath away.

“Would you do that for me!” I fluttered my eyelids at him.

“Of course I would Carla! I shall come with you. To make sure you don’t have any problems, with your boyfriend.”

“Oh, we’ll not have any problems. I saw him leaving a few minutes ago. The apartment is just across the road.”

“I wondered why you were just in shorts and tank top.”

“Well, shall we go and get the rest of my stuff Stephen.” I gürsu escort almost ushered him, out of Tim’s. Across the road, to the apartment.

I opened the door to the apartment and immediately began to undress. He watched me as I slowly pulled my tank top over my head. I gazed down at the bulge that had formed in his pants. He immediately turned his gaze away.

“I am sorry Stephen. There is little privacy, in this apartment. I am so used to being watched undress.” I walked over to him and put my arms on his shoulders, I turned him around till he was facing me.

“You are so young, Carla.” He stammered out.

“I am no virgin Stephen. I could see in the coffee shop you wanted to fuck me.” I started to push his jacket off his shoulders. It dropped in a pile behind him. Then I looked him in his eyes as I started to unbutton his shirt.

“I can’t do this Carla? You’re the same age as my daughter.” He said trying to push me away.

“Age doesn’t come into it Stephen. We are both adults.” I said, grasping the lapels of his shirt. I finished unbuttoning his shirt;, then I ran my hands over his amazing muscles. My hands carried on to the curve of his hips. Kneeling down I ran my tongue over the dips and valleys of his abdomen.

“Are you new to the city, Stephen, I haven’t seen you around” I asked, running my fingers in his belly button.

“Fairly new, I have been here a couple of weeks, I’m working for ARO.”

“Art gallery Ontario?”

“Yes, and I know exactly who you are Carla. I’m your new boss. I replaced Dennis as head of ARO. Christie’s hired me to fix a few things they aren’t happy with.”

“Does this mean I’m one they are happy with,” I said removing my fingers from his belly button, sitting back on my heels.

“On contrary, they like your attitude, the way you handle people, the way you yourself, the way you handle others.”

“So, I still have a job at ARO, who’s my boss? You, Dennis?” I asked now standing before him with hands on hips.

“We are are both your bosses.”

I knew he was going to say that. “It sounds like they are just keeping me on. Just to keep the bosses happy.”

“What makes you say that Carla?”

“Apparently I am about to have sex with both my bosses.”

Stephen went on to explain to me, he answers to Christie’s auction house. Christie’s work with ALR (art loss register) to locate lost stolen artifacts. Stephen said he was ex MI6, now working as a private eye, for Christie’s. It was his idea, funded by Christie’s to send me to spy school.

It took me a while for me to take all he said in. My angry look changed to one of unrestricted warfare as he pushed me against the wall. He furiously started kneading my breasts.

“Get your fucking hands off my breasts, you Bastard. You were leading me along with this lie just to fuck me, and fuck with my head,” I said slapping him across his cheek.

“Carla, really; Carla, It wasn’t like that.”

I slapped him again, harder this time as he reached his hands out towards me.

“OK, I am deserving of that for how I led you along. It was in good intentions. I slapped him again hard enough to cause him to stagger backwards.

“Fuck!, OK, what was that one for?” he asked, rubbing his cheek, which had now turned a bright shade of red.

“I was beginning to enjoy myself,” I said with a smirk across my face.

“Well, that look is an improvement on the angry mama look.” He said holding up his hands in a surrender. I feinted to slap him again. He closed his eyes in wait of my hand, making contact with his crimson red cheek. I stopped at the last minute and kissed his glowing cheek. He flinched as my lips touched his cheek. he opens one eye. It was then I gently slapped his cheek.” Don’t fuck with me like that again!”

I was still very angry at the way Stephen had lied to me. I could hear him explaining that he didn’t want to draw me into working with him as a private eye. He continued to state how dangerous this line of work could be. I wasn’t acknowledging to what he was saying. I was busy packing a quick overnight bag.

I walked through the door, with my overnight bag over my shoulder. In anger I slammed the door behind me. It wasn’t till, I was in my car and driving away. I realized. It was my apartment, I had just walked out of.

I arrived at my old fuck buddy’s “Ricky’s” apartment. I quickly answered one of Stephan’s many apologetic texts on my phone.

“Talk about this tomorrow at ARO.” Message sent.

Human relationships always amaze me, always has done, since the first my glimmerings of attraction to the male. No more than Ricky. My Mr. Reliable never asks more of me than a good fuck, he’s never asked questions when I walk in unexpectedly, pissed off by some guy, or just in need of a fuck.

“Hi,” I said, while dropping my overnight bag on his floor.”

There was a moment’s silence; You look like shit, no sex for three months?” Three months were about when Ricky, and I had sex.

“NO, there is some guy just hendek escort fucking with my head.”

Ricky grabbed my right shoulder and turned me around, His hands made my body shudder as he rubbed all the tension out of my neck. I never realized he had unclothed me, till I saw my dress and panties in a pile at my ankles.

Ricky is rubbing my neck, then his hands reached over and down my upper chest to my breasts. I reached backwards and ran my hand up the inside of his inner thigh. The back of my hand rubs against his cock shaft. I have no idea how or when it happened, but Ricky had undressed. He squeezed my breasts hard. I insistently wrapped the Palm of my hand around his cock. I slowly masturbated his cock, not letting go as he flipped me around. I was facing him. He kissed me, that shocked me. He presses his hard body to mine. This kiss was like no other. I ever had from Ricky. His tongue ran along my lips, over my teeth and across the edges of my tongue. There was an electricity, fire in his kiss. He slid his tongue & mouth down over my breasts, briefly sucking on my nipples, then continuing down over my stomach and into my vagina.

“I missed you.” I said. As I was twisting a strand of my hair, between my finger. Ricky’s scent, assaulted my body into spasmodic twitches. I try to exhale slowly to calm myself from his magic tongue. He rapidly flicked his tongue on my clit. I arched my body backwards, limp and helpless, and he knew it. He released his hands from around my waist. I fell limp on the bed.

“Fuck, Carla, you’re really in need of a good fuck,” He said with his cock standing proud.

He thrust his cock into me, with such force It would make most girls bleed. I was wet and ready. Ricky knew it. His hands firmly grasped my breasts, to give himself leverage to thrust his cock in to the hilt. I let out a scream, loudly to break glass.

“That’s more like the Carla.” He said, as he starts pounding his cock into me, hard. I start matching his thrusts. I am in need of his ejaculation as quickly as possible. I let out another loud scream, my orgasm burst, he smiled and then pounded me harder. His hands moved from my breasts, and attached them self around my waist. He lifted me off the bed. My back was arched. My head was inches from the floor. His body tensed up, my vagina was clenching around his cock. His ejaculation was a welcoming feeling, flooding me with his hot jizz.

He collapsed on top of me., I don’t know if he knew, there was a bed to break our fall or not. He rolled off me, reached for his special cigarettes, (marijuana, and cocaine). He passed me the joint after he’d lit it. I took an enormous drag, inhaled the smoke into my lungs. Then I exhaled savouring the feeling how my body felt. I took another enormous drag before handing the joint back to Ricky. I held the smoke in my lungs. I then I fell backwards onto the bed, tipping my head back, I exhaled the smoke in a plume?. There was a blissful feeling in my body. I was as high as a fucking kite.

After savouring the drug’s exhilarating feeling, I looked across the bed. Ricky lay there stoned. His cock as limp as wet lettuce. I clawed my way across the bed, wrapped the Palm of my hand around his cock. A little life sprang into his cock. I slowly slid his hardening cock into my mouth. It was then when it really got hard. That swelling feeling, of a cock inside one’s mouth, It surpasses the drugs, any day.

I sucked on his hard cock. His eyes are wide open now. I am gazing right into them.

“Fuck, Carla, so soon,” He said, attempting to raise his torso up off the bed.

I was too impatient for his cock to be inside me again., I rushed the blowjob. I straggled him, I pushed his cock between my vagina lips. His hard cock felt so good as I lowered myself onto it,. I began to bounce on his cock. I was so high from the drugs. I didn’t know, if I could bring him to an ejaculation before the drugs finally kicked in and I collapsed on top of him.

I reached behind me, pushed two fingers up his asshole, I forced my fingers deeper, deeper as I bounced on his cock. I could feel the swollen head of his cock, clearly through the narrow wall of tissue separating his ass hole, from his ball sack. I wiggled my fingers. My, nails tickled his balls; then I ticked the shaft of his cock. He ejaculated instantly. His, cock stayed hard while spurting hot cum inside me, I must have collapsed and fell asleep, on top of him.

I was barely awake, when I heard the sound of my phone vibrating itself off the tall dresser. I make the effort, to get myself out of bed to where my phone had fallen. It had a soft landing, among a pile of yellow fluffy pillows. I retrieve my phone, I throw myself back on the bed. I feel the mattress bounce underneath me. I smile when I see the name of the caller.

Stephen, (my new boss).

Just because I feel like fucking around with his mind, I wait to answer for a couple of more rings.

“Hi, Stephen,” being my new boss, his name feels like a dirty secret on my lips.

“Hello, ilkadım escort Carla, I thought you’d be at ARO by now.”

I walked through the frosted front doors. The maroon carpeting Yawned; I always hated this carpeting. It clashes with my red strappy heels. At the reception desk was Judy.

“Still working here, then, Judy,” I said leaning on the reception desk.

Muffling the sound of my heels as I made my way to the front desk.

“Carla, I haven’t seen you in ages, where have you been. Married, boyfriend, tell me all Carla.

“OK, Calm down Judy, I will fill you in later. I have to see the new boss, Stephen, I don’t know if, or how much I am allowed to tell you.”

“Oh, so you’ve met the new boss. I knew some things have changed around here. I guess that’s why all the secrecy around here.

“I have to go see the new boss. I am already late. I will fill you in later, what I can, OK.” I said as I walk off the maroon carpet. My heels click on the hardwood floor, as I head to what was my old office. I open the door, not knowing what to expect to see. It was much the same, as when I was last in here, three months ago. There was one exception. There was a note lying on my desk. “My office is the door to your left. Join me when you finally arrive.”

I put the note back down on my desk, and walked across the hardwood floor. With my hand on the doorknob, my mind was spinning, with what’s in store for me behind this door. I opened the door slowly. There was a large oval of dark woods stretched along the back wall. The spacious office, flanked on either side by more frosted doors leading to the conference rooms and offices beyond. I hear faint clicking of shoes on floorboards and muffled conversations in the background.

Stephen, must have heard me enter his office, He opened the door to the conference room.

“Everyone is up to speed, we just need to fill you in on the details Carla,” He said beckoning me in.

I walked in and sat down in the only empty chair. Stephen beckoned everyone else to leave, with the exception of one guy.

“This is Simon,” He said sitting down, at the head of a very large conference table.

“As you know Carla, I have being grooming you in the past three months, to be a private eye. Well it’s time to put all your training to good use. We have an assignment, there is an artifact that will soon becoming on the open market.”

“What is this artifact, and what’s the assignment?”

“It’s a stone tablet, from an Egyptian tomb, it’s said to be part of the Saqqara Tablet, from the tomb of Tjenry.”

“You said; said to be part of the Saqqara tablet, are you saying you’re not sure?”

“It as to be authenticated; yes.”

“Well, I am not qualified to authenticate it?”

“Yes, we are aware of that Carla, that’s why we want you to get in, take a few pictures, and a small sample of the stone.”

I was flatted they trusted me to pull this off, then again I can guess why me, they need me to use some sexual persuasion.

“So, Stephen, where does Simon come into this?” I asked.

“Simon, will be your eyes and ears when you’re out in the field. Simon is the best hacker I know.”

“I will leave you with Simon. You can get to know each other. I will finalize your contract.”

Contract? Like I need another contract. At least Simon isn’t your average 16 year old hacker nerd. I got up from my chair, walked over to where Simon was sitting. “So Simon, how old are you,” I said bending over, looking at his laptop screen. I wasn’t really being nosey. I wanted to see his reaction, off my breasts being inches from his eyeballs.

“Twenty two,” he said, not taking his eyeballs off my cleavage.

“What are you working on Simon,” I asked, moving my breasts closer to his face. I am sure he can feel, the heat. It was rising within me, at an alarming rate.

“I’m updating the security, on the computers.” He still hasn’t taken his eyeballs of my cleavage.

“Stephen, said we should get to know each other. How about we take you away from that computer. We can get to know each other, have lunch out, I know the perfect place.” The place I had In mind, it’s a night club, by daylight hours, it’s a restaurant. Day/night, it’s a sex club. I’m well known here. This time of day it will be quiet, so getting the real Simon, will be up to his imagination.

Simon, agreed, though I got the feeling he would rather be with his laptop. This I hope will change, when he finds out, it’s more than a restaurant. I drove us there in my BMW Z4.

“Hi,” I announced to the bartender. Club XX is my go to club, James, bartender/owner we are more than friends. For a long time James and I were fuck buddies. That’s all I wanted it to be, he’s married anyway. Being the owner of a sex club, he doesn’t need a lover, I don’t need a lover, though Stephen is twanging a few heart strings. The fight we had, how could I have been aroused by that, the last thing I needed right now was for a meaningful relationship. Oh, fuck; why can’t I forget all of this with Stephen ever happened?. My emotions are all over the place, I was fucking, raging mad at him, for deceiving me. Yet when I clung to his sweat soaked body, It felt like a second skin. Get a hold of yourself Carla, you’re here to bond with Simon, not pout over wasted feelings for Stephen.

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[Note: This is a continuation of the story commencing with Double Vision 1 in which the main characters are introduced. The installations are meant to be read in order.]

Daniella invited me to spend the Thanksgiving holiday with her family who lived outside LA in Simi Valley. She explained that her older brother who lived in New York wouldn’t be there and that there would be an empty room for me. She also explained that her parents had built an addition to their bungalow home containing the bedrooms for their four children at the opposite end of the house from their own master suite. It would be easy for her to slip into bed with me without being caught. This sounded good to me and the whole meeting the parents thing was only mildly stressful. I felt good that she wanted me to meet them.

“Of course Dee will be there too,” she smiled. “And you can fuck her with equal discretion but remember that I’m the official girlfriend.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” I saluted. Those were orders I could gladly follow.

As Daniella, Darolyn and I drove out for our weekend away, we listened to music and debriefed regarding our midterms. Daniella sat up front with me—it was my car—while Darolyn sat in back. Halfway through the trip we made a pit stop. Daniella said she felt like taking cat nap and asked Darolyn to trade seats. Her twin agreed.

We got back in the car and Daniella lay back on a pillow and closed her eyes. Darolyn and I talked for a while then just looked at the passing scenery. When I looked toward Darolyn, she was leaning against the door with her legs stretched toward me. Her skirt was riding up, showing a lot of thigh. She gave me a Mona Lisa kind of smile that I couldn’t decipher and looked out the window again. I returned my attention to the road when I felt a foot touch my thigh. I looked down at the sexy foot rubbing against me and followed it up Darolyn’s gorgeous legs to the top of her thighs. As I glanced her way, Darolyn parted her legs, showing me her naked pussy. This was definitely distracting.

Now Darolyn had both of her small, pedicured feet caressing my crotch. I was wearing loose shorts and she worked a foot up inside one of the legs until she was massaging my balls with her toes. Of course my cock was straining against my shorts and Darolyn spent a good twenty minutes tormenting me as she rubbed her own clit until she quietly came.

I saw the sign that our exit was approaching and pointed it out to Darolyn. She pulled her skirt down then leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“Sorry to leave you like that but unless Dee gets you first, tonight I’ll suck your cock down my throat and swallow all your cum.”

Composing herself, Darolyn began to explain the route to her family home and tell me about growing up there. Daniella roused herself and joined in playing tour guide for me with her sister.

When we arrived, the sisters hugged their parents and introduced me to them. They were very welcoming and insisted on feeding us immediately. The younger sister, Aqualina, an eighteen year-old freshman at the local junior college was at basketball practice and wouldn’t be home until late. The parents asked the three of us general questions about school but entirely avoided grilling me on the boyfriend hot seat. By the end of the meal we were all relaxed and retreated to the living room to watch a movie.

Daniella sat next to me on the couch farthest from the TV while her parents took the one closer in. Her dad fiddled with the remotes until the complicated home theater system roared to life. With the lights out and the TV loud, we settled in for the opening credits and Darolyn joined Daniella and I on the couch with me in the middle. The way we were arranged, unless they turned their heads around, the parents couldn’t see us, and the room was pretty dark anyway, except during the explosions (in the movie, that is).

Daniella snuggled against me and lightly placed her hand on my chest. I put my arm around her and caressed her bare arm. Daniella kissed my neck and settled back down. The movie quickly became suspenseful and both sisters grabbed and squeezed my arms. Once the pace of the film became calmer, they both continued to hold on to me.

At this point, Darolyn began to touch and rub my chest. Daniella noticed this and hissed at her to stop. Darolyn ignored her so Daniella took my face in her hands and kissed me. Darolyn upped the ante by rubbing my hardening cock through my pants, then a surprise development in the movie made their dad yell, “wow!” and they both pulled away from me in alarm.

For the rest of the film, the twins leaned against me but didn’t tease me anymore. When it ended, the parents yawned and said good night to us. We heard them pass through the kitchen and then close the door leading though the laundry room down to the master suite. I was a little apprehensive about the competition between the twins and thought I’d excuse myself to take a shower and get ready for bed. Just as inegöl escort I was making this announcement, we heard the front door open and in walked Aqualina. She looked a lot like her sisters but was slightly thinner and taller and had more of a tom boy look, at least in her basketball gear.

After a quick introduction and promise to talk more the next day, Aqualina headed for the shower. I figured I would now have to wait and went to sit back down.

“There’s two showers,” Daniella told me. Taking me by the arm, she showed me that there were two bathrooms next to each other at the end of the hall and told me to take the one on the right since Aqualina would be using the other, which opened into her room.

I went to my room to get my bathroom gear and a bathrobe and then returned, looking forward to a hot shower. After undressing, I was reaching for the shower door when the door between the bathrooms opened revealing a naked Aqualina. Her body was really athletic and trim, with pert dark nipples just like the twins and a hairless pussy below her flat stomach. We goggled at each other before reacting.

“Sorry!” she called out, pulling the door shut again, then opening it a crack to say, “I ran out of shampoo. Could you just hand me a bottle from the cupboard?”

“Okay, no problem,” I replied.

I found the shampoo and handed it through the doorway, I felt Aqualina’s slender fingers slide over mine for a moment as she got a grip on the bottle.

“Thanks!” she said, “and sorry again for barging in on you. I’ve gotten used to having this end of the house to myself.”

“No problem, see you in the morning,” I returned. Finally, I took a shower, brushed my teeth and headed back to my room. I tried to put the image of Aqualina and the feel of the touch of her hand out of my mind, but another part of me couldn’t stop thinking of her.

I lay down in the bed and pulled out a novel. I could hear the sounds of doors and dresser drawers being opened and closed as the sisters went about their bedtime preparation. Then a gentle knock on the door.

“Come in,” I said.

Still dressed in the tight T-shirt and sweats she was wearing earlier. Darolyn came in, closed the door and sat next to me on the bed, saying:

“I spoke to Dee. She said she doesn’t mind if I help you relieve some tension while she showers and that she’ll be in later.”

With that, she pulled off her shirt, showing off a lacey black push-up bra. She ran her hands up my legs, parting my bathrobe to get access to my cock.

“I wanted to suck your cock in the car but didn’t think it was such a good idea in broad daylight,” she told me.

“Besides, if Dee had woken up, she might not have appreciated it,” I put in.

“Come on, she told me how she makes her roommate blow you while she cooks dinner,” she laughed. “You were right when you told me that people change.”

My cock was hard from Darolyn’s hands on my cock and the sight of her cleavage before me. After winking at me, she got right to work, kneeling between my legs and swallowing my cock into her mouth. She worked me over rapidly with her hands, lips and tongue, then started sucking me deep and fast. It wasn’t long before I was spewing down her throat. Darolyn swallowed it all and smacked her lips.

“Delicious,” she said. “I think Dee is right about the pineapple juice. I’ll tell mom to buy more tomorrow.”

With that, Darolyn pulled her shirt back on and waltzed out.

After about ten minutes there was another gentle knock.

“Come in,” I said and Daniella flowed into the room, her silk robe clinging to the curves of her damp body.

“Sorry I took so long,” she said, “I shaved my pussy so you could lick it for me.”

I gave Daniella a good, long licking, loving the taste of her tender pussy. The lips were pale pink on the inside and gradually morphed to a plum purple at the outer edges. Her cunt shone with a combination of her juices and my saliva as I pleasured her. As she ran her hands through my hair and over my back, I reached for her nipples and tweaked them as I flicked her clit with my tongue, bringing her to a shuddering orgasm. We talked for a while and then went to sleep. While it was still dark I awoke to the sensation of a wet mouth on my hard cock. Once I was fully awake, Daniella climbed on top of me and quietly fucked me until I pumped her pussy full of cum. After giving me a kiss, she slipped on her robe and silently left the room.

The next day was Thanksgiving so there was bustle around the house all day. We all lent a hand to produce the big dinner that included all of the traditional American fare with the invariable Pilipino addition of rice. The family was joined not only by me, but also by some old friends of the family who the girls had known since childhood. I only spoke to Aqualina briefly but it seemed that she was brushing up against me more than coincidence might allow. Perhaps I was imagining it. In any ipekyolu escort case, I sure wasn’t going to put the moves on my girlfriend’s younger sister but I couldn’t deny that I had a certain level of attraction to her, sparked by our accidental encounter in the bathroom.

The festive dinner finally came to an end, the friends departed, the leftovers were put away and everyone collapsed in front of the TV for another movie. Wiped out by Turkey-induced narcosis, everyone turned in on the early side, except the girls’ mom, who I could hear fussing about in the kitchen until I fell asleep.

I awoke to feel a naked female body sliding into bed next to me and hands running across my chest. I heard Daniella’s voice in my ear, “hey sleepy head, are you too tired to fuck me?”

This got my attention and in no time I had Daniella on all fours as I fucked her doggy style until we both came with stifled moans.

“I’m going back to my room to be on the safe side,” she told me, and soon I was once again in dreamland.

I dreamt that I was at the beach and suddenly realized that my swim suit was missing. I was naked on a beach full of people. I looked around frantically for my suit or something to cover up with but no one had even noticed me. A young woman in an obscenely tiny black bikini who looked sort of like Jennifer and sort of like Aqualina walked up to me, staring at my naked body. She reached out and touched my cock, and in spite of my embarrassment, I could feel my cock becoming erect, with a rising sense of panic, I woke up and realized that not only was my cock in fact hard, it was being licked and sucked by someone in my bed.

“Jeez, Dee, you scared me,” I said, assuming that Darolyn had paid me a nocturnal visit. “But don’t stop, it feels great.”

Darolyn continued to suck my cock as it rose to full mast, throbbing as she licked and swirled her tongue around the head, then sucking down the length of my shaft with her wet lips. Once she had me super hard and dripping wet, Darolyn climbed up and impaled her tight pussy on my cock and began moving up and down on it, squeezing me with her inner muscles. I reached down to hold her hips so that I could better thrust up into her, meeting her moves with my own. She whimpered a little and breathed out heavily. As Darolyn pulsed her tight pussy up and down my cock I slowly ran my hand up her sides to her breasts. As my hands closed over them, something seemed different. Her breasts might have felt slightly smaller. But the room was pitch black and I thought that perhaps my senses were playing tricks on me. At the same time, she intensified her pulsing and came with a stifled cry.

“Dee?” I prompted.

“I’m not Dee,” came the response. It was Aqualina.

“We can’t do this,” I protested in a frantic whisper, my mind racing to the consequences.

“You’re already fucking both my sisters,” she said matter-of-factly, “I caught Dee One leaving your room last night and she told me the whole story.”

My heart was pounding but my damn cock was still rock hard and inside Aqualina’s pussy. She clenched her pussy around my cock and said, “don’t tell me that doesn’t feel good.”

I groaned, “it feels great but I love Dee Two and I don’t want to hurt her.”

“I’m confused,” she retorted sarcastically, “you can fuck Dee One, you can fuck Dee Two’s room mate, but you can’t fuck me? I’m eighteen you know. You’re not breaking any law or any rule that I can figure out.”

“It’s about permission, and trust,” I tried to clarify as I reached to turn on the bedside lamp. The sight of the hot, wanton teenager impaled on my cock almost made me spurt.

“Oh, so if Dee Two says it’s okay, you’ll fuck me without freaking out?”

I sighed. I was nervous, this was their parent’s house and they would hardly approve of this. But I was also excited. I did want to fuck Aqualina, but not unless Daniella approved. I may not have been exclusive but I was loyal. And I wasn’t about the screw up the good thing I had for short term pleasure, however enticing.

“Okay,” I finally, consented. Aqualina began pumping my cock again.

I groaned, “but not until she say’s it’s okay.”

“Fine. I already came anyway,” Aqualina said in an irritated voice, hoping off my cock and putting on her robe. Before she left she turned to me with a kinder expression on her face.

“You know,” she said, “you’re right about permission. I’m sorry I assumed that anything goes. I’m glad you respect my sister. But if she says yes, are you actually interested adding me to your harem?”

“Yes,” I told her. She smiled, blew me a kiss, and silently left the room.

In the morning I slept in late, to be awoken by Daniella opening the curtains and putting a glass of pineapple juice in my hands.

“Thanks. Where is everyone? I asked.

“My parents and Aqualina went to the mall to hit the sales early,” she replied. Continuing to update me on the plans for the day iskenderun escort she said, “Dee and I have appointments with our regular hairdresser this afternoon but it’s a nice day so you can hang out by the pool while we’re out. And after you’re up and showered, Dee and I would like an appointment with you.”

“That sounds great,” I said with a smile. “I’ll make sure to finish all my juice.”

“Dio,” she began, “Aqualina told me about last night.”

I gulped.

“At first I was freaked out,” she continued, “I mean, my little sister became an adult while I was away at college but I was still thinking of her as an innocent girl.” Daniella absent-mindedly stroked my arm as she went on. “But when I thought about it I realized that I’m already sharing you with Dee and Jennifer. So after making the mental adjustment to see Aqualina as a sexually active adult, I couldn’t think of a reason why not.”

I was amazed by the way Daniella was able to think outside of our cultural and religious habitual ways of thinking. Maybe the anthropology classes she loved so much gave her a different perspective on her own cultural assumptions. She went on:

“What really moved me is that you respected me so much that you made that horny little vixen stop when I’m sure that every part of your body wanted to go on. Especially this part,” she said, grabbing my cock.

“I think I would have come to terms with it even if you hadn’t done that. But now I just want to reward you. One of your rewards is Aqualina. Be discreet, but give her a good fucking whenever you want.”

At that, Daniella leaned in to kiss me and I held her close to me, giving thanks for my incredible good fortune.

After a shower and some breakfast with the twins (during which I was given more pineapple juice to drink) they sent me to wait for them, naked, in my room. After about five minutes, the door opened and in walked both twins, completely nude, both with their hair in ponytails. Without clothes, jewelry, or make up, I couldn’t tell which was which. I looked for toe nail polish, but they had removed that as well. I thought I would be able to tell their voices apart. Despite having identical tones, their manner of speaking differed, but they kept their mouths closed.

“So you want to see if I can tell you apart?” I asked.

They nodded.

“And you’re here to have sex with me,” I clarified.

They nodded again.

With the rest of the family out of the house and the situation with Aqualina resolved, I was ready to plunge into this new scenario with gusto.

“Let me start by comparing the taste of those two pussies,” I said.

The twins laid side-by-side on the bed with their legs spread. Of course both pussies were freshly shaved with identical tiny wedges of hair at the top. I licked and sucked their sweet pussies that looked, felt and tasted exactly the same and brought them to identical whimpering orgasms.

Sitting back on the bed with a twin on each side, they rubbed my feet and massaged my legs until they converged on my cock. Taking turns, each twin sucked my cock, closely observed by the other who repeated the same ministrations to my throbbing member. They were both able to take my cock to the root and I was no closer to guessing which sister was which.

Looking into their faces I thought I recognized some essential, inner difference, like Daniella’s tenderness or Darolyn’s wild side, but a moment later I’d seem to recognize those qualities in the opposite twin. The game was intriguing but I realized that it really didn’t matter. I was having sex with identically gorgeous twin sisters under their parents’ roof.

As the twins continued to pass my cock back and forth between their luscious mouths I had a thought.

“If I guess correctly, do I win something?” I asked.

They shook their heads no.

Then I had another thought. “Will one of you win something, depending on my guess?”

They nodded their heads with big smiles.

“Alright then, let’s get on to some fucking,” I said.

First, the twins took turns riding me cowgirl style as I squeezed their tits and asses. Next, they got down on knees and elbows, side-by-side. This was an incredible sight: two brown, tight round asses with glistening pussies shining beneath them and slender arching backs and narrow waists. As I fucked one, I fingered the other, switching back and forth several times.

I tapped one twin on the back, “turn around and suck my cock,” I told her. Pulling my cock out of one twin’s pussy, I presented it to the lips of the other who sucked it without hesitation. Since Daniella had done this after I had fucked Jennifer, I thought this could be an indication that it was her. But then again, this was her sister’s pussy juice which might bring about a different reaction.

In any case I was groaning with pleasure from whichever sister it was. I then gave the other sister the same test. Pulling my cock from the pussy of the one who had last sucked my cock, I presented it to other, who also plunged right down my cock eagerly. This was impossibly sexy. I thought about fucking their asses but they had both already done that with me so I wouldn’t really wouldn’t learn anything by it. Except what if felt like to fuck two asses.

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