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After her encounter with Eric in the laundry room, Doris wondered whether she was becoming a nymphomaniac. As hard as she had cum from his attention, it only seemed to make her need worse. She was hopeful this might be the night her husband would want his once-a-month missionary-position quickie. Even that would work for her, Doris thought. Not that her husband’s efforts got her off, but she enjoyed the residue of those quickies in a way he knew nothing about.

Sure enough, as afternoon became evening and the evening wore on, she got the usual clumsy signals from her old man that tonight would be the night. He gave her a little pat on the tush as she was doing the dishes. He stole a feel of her big tits through her clothes when she was getting his bowl of ice cream. He was feeling his oats, alright. Doris sighed as she thought of how unromantic he was and how little he must care about her, to have not given her an orgasm for years.

She barely even pretended to enjoy it when he mounted her, pumped his cock a few times, tensed up and came, all in a minute or two. He rolled off and was snoring a minute later.

He didn’t even rouse when Doris slipped out of bed and tip-toed to her sewing room downstairs. Doris booted up the family computer and logged on to her current favorite website. This one featured fisting. The ‘free sample’ video clip showed a woman of the same general description as Doris taking the hand of a somewhat younger man all the way up her pussy. As the image flickered on the monitor, Doris toyed with her nipples and snaked a hand down to her barely used pussy, which was leaking her husband’s load. Doris ran a finger along her slit and, feeling the wetness on it, raised it to her lips to taste the mixture of her pussy juices and her husband’s cum. She studied the face of the woman in the video clip. She grimaced as the samsun escort hand was pushed inside her cunt. It must have hurt, thought Doris, pinching her clit gently and scooping up more of the gooey mess leaking from her snatch.

Doris was eating a big glob of the goo and staring at the fleeting image of the young man’s face. In her imagination he was even younger. Like her son or his friends. Doris began to imagine herself being fisted by one of them. Almost without conscious thought she began to work more fingers and finally part of her hand up inside her tight pussy. It was awkward, but it felt so good and made the fantasy seem so much more real.

Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. Doris gasped and jumped and jerked her head around to see Eric, her son’s friend, who she had been with hours earlier standing behind her, his face illuminated by the flickering computer screen. His hand moved down to cup and squeeze one of her huge tits.

He whispered in her ear, “Would you like me to do that to you? Would you like me to fistfuck you?”

Doris half-turned in her chair to give Eric access to her, but so she could see the computer too. She was wearing only a sheer green dressing gown. Eric knelt between her spread legs. His eyes grew wide as he once again took in the sexy body of his friend’s mom. He fumbled with her dressing gown to get at those boobs and gave them a good feel. He knelt in front of her and cupped her melon-sized tits and sucked each nipple in turn. He tugged hard on them and shook the big tit by shaking his head. Doris ran her fingers through his long, thick, blonde hair. She was quaking as she felt her son’s friend feasting on her twin blessings. She could feel that tingle. Then he moved lower and began fingering Doris’ sopping wet cunt.

He could feel how wet and sloppy escort samsun it was. One, two, then three fingers slipped easily in. The fourth took a little more work. He gathered his fingers together and twisted them until they were inside her up to his thumb. Doris could hardly keep still. She felt the pressure pushing open her cunt. It hurt a little, but she didn’t want it to stop. In fact, she wanted to grab onto Eric’s forearm and shove his hand inside her. She wanted to feel his fisting pumping her cunt hard. But it didn’t fit. Eric twisted and pumped, but it seemed like Doris had opened up as much as she could. Doris began to take gasping breaths in time to Eric’s pushing in. It felt like his hand was stretching her pussy to the breaking point. Eric was almost out of his mind. As fixated as he had been on his friend’s mom’s big jugs, he was now determined to imitate the guy on the computer and jam his fist up her drenched cunt.

Eric slowed his pumping and began to force his hand in all the way. Doris felt the pressure turn to pain and bit her lip to keep from crying out. Her grimace and obvious discomfort scared Eric, but not enough to make him stop. He took a deep breath and pushed in as hard as he could. He felt the ring of muscles surrounding the opening to Doris’ cunt. It wasn’t budging. Then all at once, the widest part of his hand, right at the base of his thumb, popped in. Doris let out a muted cry. Then she was overcome by a wave of sensation like none she had ever felt. She began to cum.

Eric’s heart was pounding. He feared he was going to rip Doris open, but once his hand was inside her pussy, he saw how she was reacting and relaxed a little. He slowly moved his fingers inside her, seeing her jerk and sigh at the smallest movements. He formed a fist and slowly began to twist and pump samsun escort bayan it. Doris could not stop cumming. Her cunt had been a slimy mess before, soaked with her husband’s cum and her juices. Now it was even wetter. Slurping, gurgling sounds accompanied the fistfucking Doris was getting. She glanced up at the computer screen and then down at herself. She saw Eric’s handsome young face intent on the pounding he was giving his friend’s mother’s pussy. Doris could not separate one orgasm from the next. Her pussy dripped from around Eric’s wrist. She seemed to be building to some mega-climax. She was in uncharted sexual territory for her. Eric wasn’t thinking anymore. He seemed possessed. As Doris pumped and twisted her hips, Eric became much bolder. He pulled his fist from the wet cunt. Doris barely stifled her moan.

Then he pushed it back in deep, all at once. Doris moaned loudly. He repeated this slightly violent action and Doris exploded in a chain of huge climaxes. She almost fell out of her chair. Finally, her orgasm subsided. Eric carefully removed his hand. Doris took it and licked and sucked the wetness from the sticky hand. Eric licked it too. They both savored the taste of Doris’ juices and traces of her husband’s cum. Doris was satisfied. But Eric stood up and displayed the tent his hardon was making in his sleep pants. He pulled them down and Doris began sucking his super-stiff dick slow and deep. He would not last long, she could tell. She sat up at the edge of the chair and took his cock between her massive tits. She let him pump at his own pace, just cradling his meat in her endless cleavage. A minute later he was suppressing his own cries of pleasure as he pumped his load all over her neck and tits. She sucked him clean and licked up the mess on her chest, noting the tang Eric’s cum had that her husband’s didn’t.

Eric half staggered back to the guestroom, barely believing the day he had just had. Doris shuddered as she realized that she had cheated on her husband twice in the same day with a boy her son’s age. She began to think of the awful power over her she had given this hormone-charged teen. Where would it lead?

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I have to admit the first thing I noticed was her bum. I’m not sure how old she was — somewhere in her mid-twenties to early thirties? But God, her butt looked nice. It was nicely packed into a pair of jeans. She wore a light blue hoodie and sneakers. When she turned, I noticed she held some folders that she carried like a student. She held out her arm with her thumb raised, the universal hitch-hiking sign. She smiled at me as I slowed down and pulled over. She had one of those ultra-bright smiles like her teeth had just been whitened.

I couldn’t help it. I smiled too and stopped. To my great surprise, she hopped right in without any formalities.

“Where are you headed?” I asked as I started to drive again.

“Just a few blocks from here.”

“Are you a student?” I asked.

“No! I’m twenty-seven years old. These are for work.”

It is late July and her voice sounds delicious. “Ahh. I’m Tom, by the way, in case you were wondering if I was a serial killer or anything.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

She smiled again. One of those innocent little smiles that young girls make that they should bottle and sell in supermarkets.

I drove for a few ticks in silence.

“Do you date?” she asked.

“Date?” I repeated. I probably sounded like her father. “Like, do you mean, do I have sex for money? That kind of date?”

“Yes, if you want to put it that way.” She seemed a little offended.

“Why would you want to do that? I mean, you’re a nice looking girl. I’m at least 15 years older than you.”

“So you’re perfect. I need the money, not a guy or a relationship. I’m on the pill. No boyfriend. I used to give it up for free, so I figure, why not, YOLO.”

“What’s yolo?” I asked.

“You only live once.”

“Oh, and you only die once too,” I added. I looked over at her and she smiled again. “What’s your name?” I asked.

“Liz.”

Liz wasn’t a supermodel, but with her bright smile, black hair parted down the middle, large brown eyes and perfect eyebrows, she wasn’t bad looking either.

“So, if we were to do this dirty deed, how much would it cost me? Where would we go?”

“You’re considering it then,” she said.

“I guess, I don’t know, maybe.

“I live with my mom. She works until seven, and it’s three o’clock now, so we would have the whole house free until then.”

“Okay, how much?”

“A hundred and fifty dollars.”

“Did you say fifty?”

“No, I said one hundred and fifty.”

“You’re not wearing a wire, are you?”

She smiled at me again. “Maybe.”

“Just my luck.”

Her mom’s house was a pale green single-story ranch house on a tree-lined street that is common in the San Fernando Valley. I parked the car and after she got out, I did too. I followed her to the front door and into the house.

“My room is this one,” she indicated. “The bathroom is down the hall and to your right.”

“Oh, and before I forget, one hundred and fifty dollars, please.”

*Yeah, like you would forget* I thought. I pulled out my wallet and found the hundy that I had folded up and hidden in my wallet.

I gave her the money, found the bathroom, went inside and took off my clothes. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror and couldn’t help but see the face of a good-looking middle-aged, divorced white guy with thick, blonde hair and a stocky build. I couldn’t help but notice more than a few grey chest hairs though. I stand 6’2″ tall and weigh 186. My biceps still look like I work out. I cleaned my “junk” with soap and hot water in case there might be oral sex and toweled off.

“I’m in here! Naked and ready,” I heard her call, “Come and get me!”

Jeez, I hope I’m not gonna end up on some “punked” Youtube video. Like the guy who keeps squirting shampoo on men taking an outdoor shower.

*Oh my God, what was I thinking* I asked myself. My heart pumped loudly and my knees felt weak as I padded barefoot to her room sinop escort and opened the door. She was not naked. The lights were off and she stood next to the bed wearing a matching pair of black bra and panties. I could hear some music playing from somewhere. Probably her iPhone. She smiled as she looked up at me cheerfully.

“Lemme guess, you wanna do me missionary style, right? You white guys are into that, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, and you Latina chicks are into having babies, too, right?”

“No worries. I’m on the pill. What do you think?”

She stood up and slowly took off her bra and then her thong.

She twirled around once, ballerina-like. She reminded me of a young woman who was modeling a dress, not her nude body. But I couldn’t complain. Her sleek tanned skin, full breasts, long black hair and almond eyes captivated my attention. Her pussy was hairless and I couldn’t recall the time I had seen a beautiful woman this young, nude. She was definitely above my pay grade and God, maybe she did have a tiny tattoo on her back but she looked flawless. She watched me with interest as I shut the door behind me. “Why the false modesty?”

“What do you mean?”

She pointed her chin at my waist.

I had wrapped a large soft towel from the bathroom around me to cover my junk.

“I’ve got a tiny tool”.

She took me seriously. “It’s okay, my boyfriend wasn’t very big. Come on, show me what you’ve got.”

I let the towel drop to reveal my manhood in all its mushroom head glory. Then I turned around ballerina-like. I am a grower, not a shower, and my dick seemed to have shrunk to the size of a small, vitamin supplement jar. She didn’t seem bothered.

“Aww, don’t feel ashamed. All right. Let’s do this. What’s that, baby oil?” She indicated the tiny plastic bottle in my hand.

“Yeah, I found it in your bathroom. I mean, I feel like I’m on Naked and Afraid,” I explained. “We don’t even know one another, and we are both naked so, how about I give you a massage first?” I suggested. “That way I don’t feel like I’m your creepy uncle.”

“Oh, so you can be my creepy massage therapist?”

“Yeah, something like that,” I grinned. “Look, I promise I will give you a great massage. That way if the sex with me isn’t great you’ll at least get something out of this. Here, let me put this towel down on the bed, then you lie facedown on it.”

She watched as I lay the towel down on the bed. I positioned it at the foot of the bed and couldn’t help but notice her nice breasts as she complied. I wasn’t sure if they were real or implants but either way, they looked great.

Unfortunately, now she was lying facedown on the bed and I couldn’t see them. In addition, because her body was now east-west on the bed, her feet hung over the mattress slightly. I stood near her head and poured a bit of oil into my hands as she adjusted her hair.

I swallowed nervously, as I spread my palms against her warm, bare skin, moving from her neck down to her waist, and then back up slowly. “Are you sure nobody is gonna come home early?” I asked. The last thing I needed was to have her mom interrupt us.

She murmured a “Nope”, and I continued. I avoided small talk and just focused on the task at hand. I had once taken a class in massage so I knew the bare minimum. I continued by spreading more oil on her shoulders and back, and making a circular motion down her spine, down to her waist and back up again. I did this for a good ten minutes and it helped us both untangle our minds, listening to the music.

Next, I moved to her feet where I applied oil to her feet. I placed my thumb on her inside arch with the tops of my hands along with tops of her feet. With firm pressure, I stoked rhythmically. At one point, she jumped, indicating she was ticklish, so I let down her foot and moved to her calves. While working on her legs, I was taught to stroke upwards and I cupped sinop escort bayan my palms to slide upwards, leaning forward all the way up to her bare ass. I swear her butt looked so tempting, it made my wiener ache.

I heard her give a deep sigh.

After a while, I needed to change positions.

“Hey, I’m going to straddle your legs so I can do you better, okay?” I asked, trying to ignore the other thoughts going thru my head. *Do you* was not really the words I wanted to use.

She looked back at me for a second before murmuring “Okay” and closing her eyes. I climbed up on the bed and swung one leg over her thigh; I placed my hands on the small of her back and started to move up her spine but my dick and balls couldn’t help but lightly scrape against her bare butt and I knew she could feel the heat of my cock.

Starting at the base of her spine, just above her ass, I slowly massaged upwards and then traced my hands down her sides. Sometimes at her shoulders, I’d roll a bit of skin upwards between my fingers, other times I’d let the tips of my fingers trace down her back. I rolled my thumbs down her shoulders, and leaned forward to massage the back of her neck. Slowly but surely the tenseness of her muscles faded. I was enjoying the feel of her skin beneath my hands, and occasionally got the thrill of feeling her ass jiggle when my hands ran down her sides.

By now, pushing my hard-on near the crack of her ass made my dick ready to explode. So I got up and sat down on her left side, swallowing deeply. and pulled her arm out from under her head onto my lap. I cupped her hand in mine and massaged her fingers, her palm before letting her hand drop. I hadn’t even paid attention to where her hand went, but as I started to massage her upper arm I felt her fingers lightly tickling my balls. Her fist took hold of my firm cock and it sent a thrill through my system, but I wanted to seem like I was in no hurry, so I took her hand away from my stiff penis.

When I did this she turned over completely and looked up at me, pleading. I shook my head. “Almost.” She closed her eyes and

I couldn’t help but stare at her bare breasts. Damn. They were just the right size with light brown areolas and great looking nipples.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

Her eyes opened.

“Are we gonna fuck or not?”

“Easy. I’m almost done with your back,” I said, “So, turn back over, on your tummy.”

She rolled back over, facedown.

I poured more oil into my hand. Then I climbed back on the bed and straddled her ass looking the other way, so I faced her feet. The weight of my body was on my knees, but my bare ass still lightly touched hers.

I leaned forward and with the heel of my palm doing the work pressed forward on her legs. She spread her legs a bit to allow my two hands to travel down her one thigh. My dick and balls feather-tipped her oily skin as I moved forward down to her calves and then back up. Then it was onto the next leg. I tried to remain professional but I couldn’t help my dick from sliding against her oily skin and dripping precum.

I was certainly getting aroused but was she? This time as my fingers made their way back up towards her ass, I reached in and slipped my fingertips underneath, to purposely touch her pussy. I relished feeling her squirm slightly and when my oily fingers brushed her pussy lips again, I heard her moan.

Now I took my time to explore it with my fingers, touching, rubbing and tracing her pussy lips. She moaned louder as I gently rubbing her vagina with my whole palm, and as she moaned louder, I could feel her getting wetter. I swallowed slowly. Calm down, I told myself. Take your time. I swear, I was ready to cum.

I returned to massage her left thigh, but this time when I reached her ass I let my hand rub across her pussy a little more, inserting my fingertip. Heat radiated from between her thighs. Getting escort sinop a bit more oil, I leaned back and brushed my hands over her ass checks, pulling them, kneading each cheek, squeezing them lightly, and making them jiggle. I squirted oil and watched it drip down between her ass cheeks and shook her ass again making her cheeks shake. Then I pulled my fingers towards me, from her pussy to her cheeks so she could feel the pressure of my thumbs. She had such an incredible-looking ass! I moved my hands back and forth, opening her asshole and closing it, and as I leaned forward, she tilted her hips to allow my fingerstips to rub her hot pussy and as she did this, I tongued her asshole.

Her scent acted like an aphrodisiac filling my head! Especially when she started to spread her legs out a bit. As my tongue darted deeper into her ass, I inserted my right two fingers into her cunt and gently finger-fucked her. My two fingers actually started getting tired of sliding in and out of her wetness when suddenly she gave a giant shudder. I moved my face forward, and licked some of the pussy-water dripping from her slit.

My face wet, my tongue tired, I had to stop. I climbed off the bed and wiped my face with my arm.

“Okay, it’s time for you to turn over,” I commanded. My hard cock drooled with precum.

She looked up at me with her doe-like eyes and grinned because my cock was rock hard and standing at full attention. My ex-wife had once measured it and when hard my cock stands at 7.65 inches including its big mushroom head.

“He’s not so little,” she pointed with her chin.

“No, he’s not,” I admitted. “Why don’t you scoot up and relax your head back on the pillows?”

She rolled over and crawled up the bed, then lay back waiting for me, her head on a pillow.

I touched her feet to spread her legs. Moving forward my fingers touched her legs, then her thighs and then I gently leaned in, pressing my face to her brown skin and bare nipples.

She had sensitive nipples because I could hear her moan as I sucked and licked.

I paused and using my two hands, I lifted her butt slightly to position a pillow under her ass, then my big dick entered her hot pussy.

I moved my head back and looked down. I was less than halfway in but I saw her eyes widen as I penetrated. Then I started to fuck her, pile driving into her, going in as far as I could, then back out. In out, in out.

“OOOooo, yes, yes….”she moaned, “Oh God yes, there, fuck me.”

I thrust into her cunt a little deeper. Her fiery hot pussy clenched my penis and it took every bit of self-control not to explode inside her immediately. I started out slowly, plunging in and out and steadily gaining rhythm, pulling at her ass when going into her deep and then slow until I felt her spasming. My hard cock felt trapped in velvet deep inside her and as I looked down at her, her fingers were rubbing her clit furiously.

She started bucking uncontrollably and I could feel her hotness, so I pulled in, and out, harder. Slam, slam, slam went the headboard.

“OOOooo yes, yes.” she moaned, “Oh God yes, fuck me, yes, cum for me baby, cum inside me, yes, yes!”

Next thing I remember, I felt her fingers scratching my back. and I whispered into her ear with my hot breath, “I’m cumming”

I ejaculated.

My dick spurted four or five jets deep into her cunt and her one hand made a fist of the sheets.

I stayed deep inside her, pumping, pumping, my body pressing down on hers, white on brown. Hairy chest on smooth, silky skin.

Until it was time.

Breathing heavily, she looked up at me. “You know, you’re not so bad for an old fart!”

I smiled as I pushed away. My cock slipped out of her.

“So, when’s the next time?” I asked.

“I don’t know, give me your phone.”

I handed her my phone and she entered her contact information under “dome”.

“What does dome mean?”

“You have never heard of Yosemite?”

“Yeah. Isn’t that half-dome?”

“It means “do me” silly.”

We both laughed. “Hey, how the next time, you give me a massage?” I suggested.

“I don’t know about that,” she said. “But maybe I will give you a senior discount.”

Ha. Music to my ears.

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Note. This is a continuation of The Clinic. Please read the six chapters of that to give you an understanding of what ‘They Cum By Appointment’ is all about. I hope that you enjoy it.

Jack saw the following day that Edi had made an appointment for a house visit for this afternoon at five; Jack looked forward to it as Edi was such a sexy woman. Just after ten, Jack’s phone beeped, he had a message from Edi, it read, “Hi Jack, I’m so looking forward to our appointment this afternoon, but I have got a problem. My younger sister Liz visited me yesterday; she was so depressed. She’s very religious; I have never once discussed sex with her. I believe that she’s like me; she’s got a healthy sexual appetite. Through her connection with the Church, I believe that she was in relationships with a few clergy members. If I asked her, I’m sure that she would be honest about things and tell me. I believe that the priests she was seeing were all older than her and are now dying. Yesterday, she told me of four that have died in the last month. Yesterday afternoon, I enrolled her in your Spa. She has a green bracelet. Is it possible that we could meet in the Bistro at one? We are going for a swim at eleven. If you like her, then is it possible that Liz could have an appointment with you this afternoon too? I leave this entirely up to you. If there’s a chemistry, then I’m sure that you would both have fun. I haven’t told her about you. I hope that we can meet you at one. I am thinking about you. Love Edi.”

Jack replied, “No problem, we can meet at one. I need to see and speak with your sister. It would be better if our meeting appeared to be a chance meeting. I will sit and chat with you both, then a member of staff will come to our table to say that there’s a phone call for me. I’ll leave so that will give you a chance to talk about me. If you think that she’s interested, then you excuse yourself so that we can chat. If it doesn’t work out, then you can come to the Clinic at five. I will have a comfortable king-size bed for you. You can be as noisy as you like. Love Jack.”

Five minutes later, Jack had a message with a thumbs-up sign. Jack went to the Bistro at twelve-thirty, he checked his phone, he had a message from Edi at ten-fifty, it read, “We are on her way to the Spa. I asked Liz what her problem was. She was candid; she told me that she has been having sex with priests for the last fifty years. We’re talking Cardinals and Bishops too. All her contacts are now either dead or have dementia. She has tried with younger priests, but she says most of them are gay. She doesn’t want Aids. I would say that it’s down to the chemistry between the both of you. Liz is like me; she has a wonderful body. I think that she would be very affectionate in bed. Thanks for doing this for me. Love Edi.”

Jack had finished his lunch when Edi and Liz came into the Bistro; Edi played the off chance meeting to perfection; he saw both of them when they went into the Bistro; they were two beautiful women. Then Edi said, “Hi Jack, it’s so good to see you again, thank you so much for all your help yesterday. I have had no cramp today. I am taking vitamin C. Let me introduce my sister Liz to you, she joined the Spa yesterday, and she loves it.”

Jack stood up; he shook Liz’s hand; she had a firm handshake. Jack said, “Hi Liz, I’m Jack Ryan; I’m pleased to meet you.”

“Thank you, şırnak escort Jack; I’m pleased to meet you too; what a wonderful facility you have here. Everyone is so friendly; Edi and I are going to swim every day.”

Edi then hugged Jack; she also kissed him on the cheek; Jack felt the weight of Edi’s massive tits on his chest; Jack said, “I’ve just finished lunch, I’m going to have a coffee, would you like to join me?”

Edi replied, “Best offer that I’ve had all day; we would love to join you, darling. We are in for some lunch; thanks for inviting us.”

Edi and Liz were so similar; they were two tall, voluptuous women. They sat with Jack, they asked for the menu. Jack ordered a Cappuccino, and Liz and Edi ordered a glass of white wine each. Jack instructed the waitress to put the wine on his account. Jack had a comfortable feeling with Liz; she was very interesting and intelligent. She appeared to be very relaxed; Jack could see no signs of any depression. They generally chatted for several minutes, then Jack asked, “Liz, do you live locally?”

“Yes, Jack, I have an apartment close to Edi’s House. I’ve just finished a relationship; my home phone, my mobile and my email are being bombarded with nuisance calls and emails. In fact, after lunch, we’re going to take a new contract out, so I’ll be able to communicate with my real friends again. Edi and I had a long talk this morning, I’ve been quite depressed, but after our chat this morning, I can see a way forward; I’m lucky, at my age, this is the first day of my new life. I’ll be staying with Edi now until my life becomes more stable. We’re two sisters, but we are very close.”

Jack replied, “In life, you must always look forward but learn from the past; I am sure things will work out for you; you are a beautiful woman; in fact, you are two beautiful sisters.”

They both laughed, then Edi said, “I’m looking forward to Liz staying with me; Liz is a wonderful cook, I’m useless in the kitchen, but Liz is such a good cook, I’m going to have to watch my figure, I’ve got it in shape now, but I’ll have to be careful. I suppose that swimming every day will help my figure.”

Liz said, “Edi, we should invite Jack around for supper one evening. I would love to cook for both of you, but Jack, you must tell me what you enjoy so that I can give you that.”

Jack knew when he heard Liz inviting him for dinner that she was interested in him. He also made eye contact with the nurse he had asked to tell him that there was a phone call for him. She was also having lunch in the Bistro but was finished now. Jack winked at her; she then left the Bistro. Jack then said, “Liz, I accept your invitation; please allow me to bring the wine. We must chat so that I know what you enjoy so that I can give you some satisfaction. I’m busy learning this now what Edi enjoys; I would love it if I were able to give you both some comfort and fulfilment.”

Jack knew that Edi knew precisely what he was saying; he wondered if Liz would read between the lines. The nurse came to the table and said, “Dr Jack, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but there’s a telephone call at Reception for you.”

Jack thanked her, then Liz said, “Satisfaction, comfort, fulfilment and enjoyment, that’s what I’m looking for, then I’ll constantly be in a good mood.”

Jack stood up, leaned over and hugged şırnak escort bayan Liz, then said, “It’s all there waiting for you. You’ve just got to find it.”

Jack then went to the Reception back office; he could see Edi and Liz talking; Edi was doing most of it. Liz appeared to be listening intently. Jack then thought of Edi’s gorgeous honey pot; he would stroke her big clit with the head of his cock this afternoon. He wondered if Liz would be there too. Jack checked his watch; it was fifteen minutes since he had left the Bistro; Edi was still talking. They were both eating their meal. Five minutes later, Edi leaned over and hugged Liz; they kissed each other on the cheek. They were both smiling. Jack had a good feeling as he walked back into the Bistro.

Jack re-joined them at the table; they both looked so happy. Edi said, “Jack, I have had a long conversation with Liz; I went into a lot of detail about how you fingered my honey pot and gave me a great orgasm. Do you have time this now to have a get to know you chat with Liz? The reason that I ask is that if there’s a chemistry between you and Liz, then this evening, Liz will make us both supper, then you could have a lovely threesome with two sisters.”

Jack grinned then said, “I have time, Liz; I like the cut of your jib; I would love to chat and get to know you.”

Edi replied, “That’s great, Jack; I’ll go and get Liz a new sim card and a new inexpensive smartphone that Liz can put your old sim card into. Then you’ll be able to monitor if those idiots are still making their nuisance calls. Jack, what would you like to eat tonight? I can do it when I’m in town.”

“I will eat whatever Liz wants to cook for me. I leave the decision to Liz.”

Liz smiled then said, “Edi, get three duck breasts, and we can have roast breast of duck; I’ll roast them in the Le Creuset pot with roast potatoes. Would you like that, Jack?”

Jack was sure that Liz was pushing her massive tits out for him; Jack replied, “I’d love that, Liz.”

Edi then left; Jack asked Liz if she’d like another glass of wine; her reply was, “Why not?”

When they got their wine, Jack said, “Liz, tell me about yourself?”

Liz told Jack of her teenage years for the next hour, her infatuation with a boy in her class at school; they then studied Accountancy together. Liz told Jack that she didn’t realise it, but Harry, her teenage heartthrob, was grooming her. He would go to seven o’clock mass every morning. Liz started to go with him. Then they began to have sex; Liz loved this, she went on the pill. Because of Harry’s friendship with one of the priests, he had access to the Church halls; there were no beds but lots of tables which he would fuck her on. They studied together; they both graduated. Harry got a position in a giant firm. He was only there on the odd weekend. Liz was missing the regular sex. It was a big miss for her. Then one weekend, when Harry was at home, he visited Liz, who now had her own apartment. Liz’s job was now managing her father’s extensive property portfolio.

On Friday evening, Liz told Harry about her frustration at not having sex regularly. That night Harry gave her a wonderful fucking, he took her in every hole, Liz loved it. On Saturday afternoon, Harry told Liz that he was going out for dinner with Father Peter, would Liz like to join them. escort şırnak Liz agreed. Liz liked Father Peter; after the meal, they went back to Liz’s apartment. That night, Liz had both Harry and Father Peter in a threesome. Liz loved it; on Sunday night, they were back at Liz’s apartment. Liz loved having two cocks. Father Peter was now seeing her four or five times a week. Then he brought another priest.

Harry was now in London; he was now never in contact with Liz. Liz had ten priests that she saw regularly. Jack then said, “Liz, thanks for your honesty; I understand exactly what you have been through. I would love to cuddle you, but here is not the best place to cuddle. I know a place where we can cuddle in private. Would you like to go there with me?”

Liz said, “I would love that, Jack; let’s go now.”

Jack squeezed her hand tenderly then said, “Liz, you’re now taking your first steps to satisfaction, comfort, fulfilment and enjoyment; I want to make you and Edi so happy.”

Jack then took Liz to the lounge beside his bedroom in the Clinic. He hugged Liz, their mouths met, both their tongues were active, the kisses were tender and affectionate, both their hands were exploring, Liz’s tits felt beautiful, she was like Edi, there was more than a big handful. Liz said, “That feels so good, Jack; I’ve got a lovely honey pot. Can I take some of my clothes off? I would love you to play with it. Then Edi and I will be at the same place sexually with you tonight when we both move to the next stage.”

Liz then stripped; she was wearing a crotchless bodysuit, self-supporting stockings. She took off the thong that she was wearing; Jack noticed that the gusset was moist. Liz then popped her two tits out of the cups of her bodysuit; they looked fantastic; for a woman of seventy-two, they were incredible; Liz said, “If you want to bring your cock out, I’ll play with him; while you play with my honey pot?”

Jack then stripped naked, when he pulled down his elasticated white trousers, his massive stiff cock looked so imposing, Liz said, “That’s enormous, I’ve never seen one as big in real life, I’ve seen ones that come close on porn films, it looks magnificent.”

Jack then laid Liz on the floor, positioning her so that they could 69; as Jack went down on her, Liz was already teasing the bulbous head of his cock with her tongue. Jack then spread Liz’s cunt flaps open; she was like Edi; they both had huge clits. Jack started to suck her massive clit as he finger fucked her with two fingers. Liz had powerful cunt muscles; she was gripping his fingers so tightly as he finger fucked her. Liz was now taking Jack’s full length; her lips were wrapped around the base of his stiff cock. Liz’s pussy was now dripping wet; Jack then lubed his middle finger with Liz’s cunt juice, he slid the finger up Liz’s tight ass, Liz loved it, Liz said, “Jack, I love anal, would you like me to have some lube available for tonight?”

“No problem, Liz, have it handy, and we’ll do it. Your cunt juice is sweet and delicious; I want to make you cum; you can cum in my mouth. “

Ten minutes later, Jack’s mouth was saturated with Liz’s spunk. Jack kept as much as he could in his mouth, but there was so much he had to swallow some. Liz was trembling with her orgasm; she pushed her pussy against Jack’s mouth; she was riding his mouth. When Liz had composed herself, they cum kissed lovingly and tenderly for several minutes; then, Liz said, “Not many men have done that to me in my life, if you want marks out of ten, I’ll give you twenty, that was beautiful, thank you.”

They dressed and went back to the Bistro; Edi was there; Liz said, “I’m looking forward to tonight.”

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Dina and I remained under our shared blanket in the last row of the plane, watching the movie on my DVD player and talking very little. Dina’s hand remained resting on my leg, not far from my cock that was now soft but threatening to inflate again shortly. I now had my hands to myself as I didn’t want to push it any further, fearing getting caught. When we landed we got off the plane and she grabbed my hand, cramming a rolled up napkin into it and walking off to join her daughter and grandson as they headed for the baggage area. I didn’t check a bag so I headed for a cab and while on my way, I looked at the napkin I had stuffed into my pocket.

“Hotel Sunset room 205 xoxo”

I somehow made it through my workday, my mind lost in the events on the airplane. I had never been with someone so much older than me. Dina seemed pretty forward which had me excited but nervous. I didn’t know anything about this woman other than that she had a set of gorgeous big tits and apparently a strong sex drive. I debated how to play this and I picked up my hotel room phone 2 or three times and put it back down without calling her. I knocked back a few beers in my room while I watched TV and then I decided to call.

Dina answered on the second ring and seemed very happy to hear from me. We chatted briefly about our day and then when there was a silent pause for a few seconds, Dina just came right out with it.

“So when am I going to see you? That is, if you still have any interest in this old body of mine.”

I laughed. “I would like to see that old body of yours, yes.” I joked with her as if we knew each other for years.

She told me her plan for tomorrow was to watch her grandson in the morning and then do her yoga workout and then she’s free. I told her I get out of work around 4pm and I could head over to her hotel. She agreed.

I wasn’t exactly sure how this meeting with Dina would go, I mean I kind of knew of course yet nonetheless I spent the work day anxious and a bit nervous. I hadn’t been with a woman so forward and aggressive and beyond all the normal games. Every time I thought of Dina’s tits and her behavior on the plane, my cock would throb under my desk. This went on basically the whole day when it was finally time to go.

I took a cab to her hotel which was nearby and I entered the lobby in search of the elevator. I rode up the one flight and found her door, taking a few breaths before knocking. I knocked once, no answer. I knocked once more, still nothing. A whole bunch of thoughts passed through my mind, wondering if I had the right room, the right time, did she rize escort reconsider? I knocked once more and as I began to back away from the door, Dina finally opened it. As she did, I took in her older body clad in her yoga outfit. She saw my eyes growing wide and giggled.

“So sorry, Jeff. I thought I timed it better and thought I’d be able to shower before you arrived but the yoga class ran late and I was in the bathroom when I heard the door.”

“Not a problem”, I told her.

We stood in the doorway as I gave her a full body scan with my eyes. She was in gray yoga pants, hugging her big butt and sweat covered in the crotch area. She was barefoot and her toenails were painted pink, which was the same color as the tank top she wore which was clinging to her chest and seemed to be struggling to hold Dina’s tits from spilling out. I could see her nipples poking through her shirt which were also poking through the black bra sticking out from underneath her tank top. Her skin showed clear signs of her age as there were some sags and some wrinkles but overall, the sight before me had my cock pulsing.

Dina ushered me in from the doorway where I likely would have stood all day staring at her, and closed the door behind me. She told me to sit down on her bed which I did and she sat next to me, smelling of her workout as sweat still glistened on her body. She leaned in and kissed me for the first time, and I returned it, sliding my tongue into her mouth until it touched hers. We made out for several seconds as our hands roamed each other’s bodies until Dina stood and announced she needed to go get her shower and I should get comfortable and put on the television if I wanted. As she started toward the bathroom, I watched her fat bottom bounce with her sweaty crack seeping through her pants and I grabbed her wrist before she was out of range and pulled her back to me. I told her I had to have her and that her shower could wait.

She smiled. “Jeff, I am gross, look at me. I’m sweating like a pig and I can smell myself.”

“You are so sexy right now, and besides, we’re only going to sweat more so you can shower later.”

Feeling more brazen than when I arrived, I pulled Dina onto my lap, her weight forcing both of us to fall backward onto her bed. Her chest pressed into mine and she positioned her legs to straddle me as we started to kiss again. I didn’t care how she smelled, she was so incredibly sexy and I had to have her now. My hands slid up under her tank top and felt her bare skin as I worked my way up until I was cupping her bra encased escort rize tits. I squeezed them over and over as Dina let out a moan and then I couldn’t resist any longer, sliding my hands under her bra and caressing her massive fleshy tits and working her rock hard nipples. She slid her body up so that her tits were lined up with my face and plopped them down onto me so my face got lost in their massiveness. I yanked her top and bra the rest of the way off and feasted my eyes for the first time on Dina’s huge chest before pulling them to my mouth and sucking on each of her nipples as she continued to moan with each touch.

This whole time, my cock was harder than it’s ever been and was pressing into Dina’s crotch, almost sliding right into her sweaty pussy if not for the thin yoga material separating them. I knew she had no underwear on because I saw her cameltoe very clearly when I first arrived. My pants were getting soaked with her sweat and very likely something more as I handled her tits. Her body felt incredible in my hands and I couldn’t wait any longer to feel my thick hard meat inside her. I teased her a few seconds longer by thrusting my stiff pole into her crotch and I could tell by her closed eyes and her smiling that she was loving it. She reached down and was using both hands to try and get my zipper down and this time she unzipped me quickly and yanked the top button of my slacks open. I think I saw the button fly off on the floor but I didn’t care at all as I lifted my hips so she can pull my pants down.

Once Dina had my pants slid down below my hard cock, I helped by pushing apart the pee hole of my boxers and letting my cock poke right out and stand up proudly between our bodies. Dina grabbed it and seemed to take in the size and weight of it, rubbing her fingers through the hairy base. I thought I may cum too soon but I didn’t care, I could get hard again soon enough.

Dina began to slide her way down my body, I assume to put my dick in her mouth but I had a different idea. I gripped her big tush and thrust her body back up until her soaking wet yoga pant covered pussy was lined up with my cock and I ripped them open at the waist, exposing for the first time a 60 something year old pussy with a slick matted down bush of mostly black cunt hair with some grays mixed in. Her room that once reeked of her sweaty workout now reeked of her sopping hairy hole that was drooling with excitement. I thrust up with my hips, purposely letting my cock run along the lips of her pussy until she screamed out.

“Fuckkkkk me already Jefffff!”

I rize escort bayan needed no further invitation and I let my cock head pierce her lips. She felt sticky with her womanly juices and her sweat and she was so much tighter than I would have guessed. I started thinking about whether I would fit all the way as I looked down at my cock looking thicker and fatter than it ever had before. But Dina was so wet that I continued to slide into her as her body impaled herself with my young meat until I couldn’t control the speed at which I penetrated her anymore and I just slid all the way in. We both yelled with ecstasy as I left my cock right where it was without moving it for several seconds, letting us both soak in the pleasure and the feeling.

Dina’s sweaty tits flopped around and slid up and down on my chest as I now started to slide my cock back out of her satiny hole only to slide it right back in, which I repeated over and over, alternating putting my hands on her tits and sucking her nipples, and holding her ass cheeks so I could get a deeper thrust into her.

I must admit her body was not perfect, as she was wrinkled in many places and had areas of flab to go along with that huge ass but I was so turned on by her, and she by me. She kept telling me how big I felt inside her, which is something any guy would love to hear and it of course made me pump her harder and faster, trying to get us both to climax. I pulled my cock out of her and saw it was covered with her sticky white cream which drove me wild and I rammed it back into her with such force she lost her breath for a moment. I then switched to a faster tempo of working her pussy with a jack hammering speed and force until I felt that familiar feeling. She sensed it too and said she wanted me to cum inside her. I knew one or two more thrusts into her would do it and sure enough, my hot cum was making its way to the tip of my cock and I yelled out that I was going to cum. Dina yelled back that she was going to again also and I couldn’t hold it any longer, spraying jet after jet after jet of my hot seed into her horny pussy as she convulsed with a powerful orgasm of her own.

It was the most bliss I’ve ever felt making this older woman explode around my cock as I filled her up. When I was done cumming, my cock remained as hard as it had been for a good minute, before slowly shrinking and slipping out of her pussy, along with a pool of my spunk. She collapsed onto me, her oversized tits mashing into my chest and her sweat and cum stained pants still stuck to her ass.

We lay there quietly until she asked what my plans were for the rest of the evening.

“I’m not sure, I hadn’t thought that far ahead. Why, what were you thinking?”

“Well we’ve only fucked in one position and there’s so many more I want to try with you.”

I smiled and felt my thick tool begin to fill up with blood again.

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Hi all, this one is a little different, a gay male story in which Tim’s girlfriend makes a deal on his behalf to give sexual favours to a tall, older man in exchange for sailing them to a private party. Unfortunately, things get out of hand when his girlfriend isn’t watching….

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“Let me lick your asshole.”

“WHOA… no WAY!”

The fresh sea-air was cool on Tim’s forehead, and up until that moment the golden Mallorca coast had seemed almost heavenly. Thin, gentle lips stared up at the older man in disgust.

The man sighed, resting a large hand on the side of a sleek, but faded white sailboat.

“It’ll only be for a few minutes, and it won’t matter because obviously you’re not gay.”

He had handsome, craggy features, a clean-shaven face, and the slightest hint of a gut, although any fat he did have was more than matched by his muscle. All of these plus humorous green eyes placed him around forty-five, although he had the vigour of a man decades younger. One could have described him as dashing.

“Urm, how long will it take to get there? ” chimed Lexy.

Typical. Tim’s girlfriend remained hyper-focused on what she wanted, shaking her ponytail as long nails tap-tap-tapped on the solid steel railing of the ship.

“About fifteen minutes depending on how far down the coast they go.”

“Urm, Lex…. did you not hear what he asked for?”

“Yeah?” she said, like it was obvious.

“So, you’re cool with that??.”

A fierce gaze surfaced from her perfectly made-up features.

“… YES Tim, this is the only way we’re gonna sneak on that boat party, and I don’t wanna miss it, DJ X8 only hosts these parties like, once a year. It’s the whole reason we booked this holiday, now stop interrupting!!”

He watched, shifting back and forth on his heels as she continued talking with the stranger, discussing the details of how Tim was going to put out for him.

“So how long do you need?”

“Ten minutes should do it, but I want him clean and shiny for me.”

“L-lexy!?”

“SHUT UP TIM! Sorry… B… bud was it?”

“Jud,” he replied with a leisurely smile.

“Yeah, right… He’ll be cleaned up.”

“Then I’ll see you both tonight.”

Lexy flashed him a fake smile and strode away, not waiting for Tim to catch up.

He bustled after her, waiting til they were out if earshot as they wandered down the pier, through gorgeous yachts and luxury vessels, before attempting to remonstrate.

“Lexy…. you can’t be seri-.”

When she set her eyes on him, they were snake-like.

“I don’t want to hear a single word out of you… hell I’ll suck him off and go to the party myself if I have to… You know I’m actually doing you a favour by not allowing another man to touch me??”

Her face morphed into a teary pout.

“You’re gonna do this for me, right??”

Tim’s head bowed, crossing his arms tight against his chest.

“… I guess…”

***

” You look stunning.”

“Thanks,” said Lexy, bringing her hand up the slim white dress she had painstakingly chosen over the course of two hours.

“I wasn’t talking to you.”

Her face became a grouse, then she shrugged as Jud positively drank in the sight of Tim’s lithe frame stepping after her onto his boat, snug in a black suit and white tie. His hair was placed into a fringe which came down across one of his grey eyes, which seemed to be trying its best to remain hidden behind the dark brown curtain.

It was the polar opposite of the seaman’s easy attire, shorts and a loose white vest, and they both took a moment, Jud of pleasure and Tim of reluctance, to examine each other, before Lexy clicked her fingers.

“Can we get this bit over already?”

Jud chortled.

“All in good time!”

He sidled to the wheel and started up the motor.

“Uh, you said we wouldn’t need that.”

“I can cut it off when we get close,” he replied, and Tim watched as the man’s muscles flared, hoisting one of the ropes to keep the sail extra tight, locked away.

Under normal circumstances he might have been nervous about Jud attempting to steal his girlfriend away if he hadn’t already been hitting on him.

Soon they were moving, and Lexy gripped the handrail as they began to set off towards the darkness, not looking back once at the coastal sunset as Tim stared wistfully.

“Beautiful isn’t it,” said Jud, casually adjusting the wheel.

“Yeah.”

“You like nature?”

Tim had no plans to converse with a guy who was preparing to lick his asshole, regardless of the man’s appreciation of nature.

“Yep.”

“You can call me captain if you like.”

Tim kept watching the sunset, decidedly less appreciative of it with Jud forcing a conversation on him.

“No thanks,” he replied tetchily.

“I’ll let you wear a sailor’s hat… I keep it in my quarters for naughty boys like you.”

Tim trembled, clenching his fists, and moved to the prow of the boat.

Soon they had moved to a wild section muğla escort of shoreline, far enough from humanity that the beach began to fade beneath the pink and orange hues of the overhead sky, a subtle wind bringing tangs of fresh salt with a hint of seaweed.

Tim managed to lose himself for a moment in it, before Lexy’s shrill voice snapped him back to reality.

“Why are we here??”

Jud weighed the anchor, before moving towards the prow of the boat and coming close to Tim.

“To set the scene… Honestly, where’s your sense of romance.”

“Ew,” said Lexy, who was watching them now with disgust, but also a vague sense of intrigue.

“Uh, can we… Can we go somewhere below deck,” Tim muttered nervously.

“Nonsense,” said Jud, resting a firm hand on his shoulder, which made Tim shiver.

“I think your lovely girlfriend should go below though; it might get a little raunchy.”

Lexy rolled her eyes.

“Fine, whateveerrrr, but I’ll be listening, the moment I go down there you have exactly ten minutes, understand?”

“Absolutely,” he replied.

She took one last suspicious look, as if showing them she was suspicious would somehow keep Jud on an even keel, before disappearing below the deck.

Jud’s hands instantly found Tim’s waist, roughly undoing his belt.

“Hey, wait a sec… HEY!”

“You heard your girlfriend, we have ten minutes, which sadly means no time for foreplay.”

He brushed Tim’s crotch as he pulled down the young man’s trousers, and the fleeting touch sent shivers down his spine.

“Bend over.”

“Look, just… Just NO!!!”

Jud sighed, pausing.

“Well, I guess we better tell Lexy she’s not getting to the party…”

Tim whimpered. Displeasing Lexy wasn’t an option.

“Okay, okay… wait…! “

He closed his eyes, grimaced, and grabbed the railing, prostrating himself.

“Boxers down… And spread your cheeks.”

Tim sniffled as he felt tears coming to his eyes.

“Relax Baby… You’re not gay right? So this won’t feel like anything… Just like shaking someone’s hand.”

Tim let out a high pitched chuckle which belied his nervousness.

“HAha uh, yeah.. right… right.. “

With that his boxers came down, and Tim felt the coolness of the coastal breeze caressing his ass.

Jud took a long look at the bubbly globes, and the flaccid 3-inch package on the other side, with an appropriately modest set of balls underneath it.

“Cute,” he chuckled.

Tim’s cheeks went red.

“Spread ’em.”

Tim closed his eyes, praying for a miracle, a tidal wave, or some sort of mer-people to rescue him from his fate… But none appeared, and he cringingly wedged his fingers into his crack and pulled the cheeks taut at the speed of a snail.

The wind flicked his anus, and he shivered whilst exposing his flower to its maximum for Jud.

For a long time no-one spoke, Tim’s anus flexing as he got used to this new, incredibly open position, Jud transfixed on his quivering, pink hole.

“Look, can… can we get on with it plEEAAAASSE!”

A long, rough tongue entered his crack and wiped from bottom to top in a millisecond.

Invasive didn’t even cover it.

Tim let go of his ass.

“EHHHN, Okay n-no, no thanks I can’t, this isn’t…”

“It’s this or we talk to Lexy!”

“But please, there must be some other wa-“

“Lexy!” Jud cooed, just quiet enough that she wouldn’t actually hear it.

“FINE, G.. GODAMNIT FINE!!!”

He yanked his pillows again, wider this time, to the point where Jud could see the beginnings of his tender chute.

“Fuck,” he sobbed.

“There it is…” whispered Jud, closing in to the point where Tim could feel his warm breath on his butt.

Jud was unable to resist any longer, and grabbed Tim by the legs, shoving his face into the open crevasse.

“HOOHHHHH!” moaned Tim as Jud began a nasty exploration of every inch of his exposed butthole, the roughness of his tongue alien to such a sensitive spot, making things he had never been aware of come alive. He was discovering that the lip of his butthole was quite pleasurable when pressured, and when Jud’s tongue dug into him Tim let out a shuddered groan as something clicked, and all of a sudden he was struggling to remember how wrong this was as Jud plunged back and forth inside him, eating his ass like a champion.

“Mmmhhh, MMMMHHH,”

The suckling, humming sounds from Jud’s mouth emanated through Tim’s body, and Tim found himself swallowing unusual amounts of spittle as Jud plundered him, strong hands feeling up his legs and grabbing wodges of skin, bone and muscle, leaving Tim woozy as all of him became part of the carnal act, a canvas that Jud was less dancing across, more submerging within his grasp.

Tim gripped the rail so tight he thought his hands might end up fused to it, no longer sure if he wanted the sensations to stop as Jud began to fuck him with his tongue.

“Ahhh yeah…”

Tim’s heart fell out of his chest muğla escort bayan as he registered what he had just said.

“Excuse me?” uttered Jud, coming up for air.

“Nothing, I said nothing!” shrieked Tim.

Jud dived back in, and a swashbuckling tongue-fuck put paid to his lies as Tim felt his whole body shake under the redoubled ministrations of Jud’s muscular organ, penetrating fully now into his body.

“GUUUUHHH!” cried Tim as Jud flicked the tongue setting to full intensity, French kissing his asshole like it was their wedding day.

“Oh… HUHHH,”

His cock was rock hard, all 4 inches pulsing in anticipation. It was going to explode, and he needed it, he needed it more than he’d ever needed an orgasm in his life.

“Time’s up guys!… EW, that is so gross…!! “

Lexy’s piercing tones had never been less welcome as they were right at that moment, and Tim whined as Jud slipped his tongue from the rim immediately, right on the edge of the precipice.

“No!” he moaned, a moment of sheer incomprehension taking over as he grabbed his cock and attempted to masturbate himself to completion all over the railings, until he felt the cool evening air kiss his wet butthole again.

“Ohhh…. Shit,” he moaned, hand snatched from his cock to tug his boxers and trousers up, still aching to feel Jud’s tongue back inside him.

“Tim are… Are you hard?!?!”

“Huh?! N-No!” he stammered, zipping up his trousers, but his face told the true story.

“Wow… That is fucking… disgusting. I never would have let you do this if I knew you liked men…. Fuck, honestly, you’re pathetic, you know that?”

Tim sagged, his shirt crumpled where Jud had been pulling it.

“I… I don’t like men…”

“Just… Put your jacket on and don’t talk,” Lexy muttered as Jud let out a whistle and began busying himself with raising the anchor and preparing the sails.

Their host broke the awkward silence that ensued.

“Now this is going to be dangerous you two, as we’ll be sailing in the dark, so it might be best to go below decks again until we reach the ship.”

Lexy peeled her eyes suspiciously, before making her way back to the stairs, Tim sidling up behind her.

“Ah not you gorgeous, I’ll need someone to steer whilst I adjust the sails,” he said gesturing to Tim

“M… Me?” he whispered.

He had come so far out of his comfort zone today that he didn’t know what to think, still a little woozy after their earlier actions.

“Yes, here… Take hold of the wheel…”

“Ugh, just let me know when we’re there,” snapped Lexy, “And DON’T do any of your gay bullshit,” she hissed, Tim shrinking into nothing as she disappeared out of sight.

“Sure thing princess…” chuckled Jud after her, “here we go then Tim you’ll be my little sailor boy for now, okay?… There’s a cute little hat in it for you, if you do well.”

His cheeky grin was not rescinded by Tim, the tall man jogging across to the sails and unfurling them as Tim clutched the wheel, more for support than anything else. Jud’s saliva was still leaking between his ass cheeks, wetness soaking into his boxers and making him immensely uncomfortable.

Added to that was the fact that his erection was still quite hard, and only just beginning to go down. The sail came loose, and Tim watched as Jud hoisted the sail up, powerful arms and chest flexing underneath his t-shirt.

Tim’s erection reversed its deflation, like a dog sensing a postman at the letterbox, excitement overflowing once more as it began to harden painfully again.

As the sail was catching the breeze, Jud sauntered over to Tim, flicking a switch which turned the boat lights on as he did so.

“We’ll have to get used to being up here together whilst we still have light… So, here’s how we’re going to do this…”

Tim groused as Jud’s hands closed around his, guiding them in slow movements left and right.

“That’s it… You’ve got the touch. I should fetch that sailor’s hat right now for you!”

A sparkle of pride bloomed within Tim’ s breast.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

Jud busied himself adjusting the sails, as the last hints of dusk disappeared, darkness swathing the world around them, the single lamp and stars their only companions as they sailed into the void.

“So… You like nature huh?”

“What?” said Tim.

“Nature. I see you looking out to sea, you watched the sunset… You were staring up at the sky…”

“Uh… Yeah, I like it. It’s peaceful…… Lexy doesn’t really care about it though, so…”

Jud gave a chuckle.

“Women… Honestly, more hassle than they’re worth.”

Tim was about to offer a retort, but Jud waved it away.

“I know, I know, you love each other, that’s fine… But isn’t it fun just being two guys, having fun together?”

“Depends on what they’re doing,” said Tim, his face immediately going red.

“Well, how about when we were enjoying ourselves earlier?”

Tim froze in an upright position, escort muğla paralleling the full mast in his pants.

“I-I wasn’t enjoying it!”

“Oh really?…. The way you squirmed between my fingers… Goodness boy I know for sure you’d be more than satisfied if you let me go further.”

Tim salivated, even as he shot an odious look at his admirer.

“That’s… That’s enough.”

Jud simply shrugged and busied himself with small adjustments of the boat as Tim tried not to glance in his direction, observing the man’s physique. He was quite a specimen, and it only served to make Tim feel smaller in his presence.

“Ah… There it is!”

Tim peeled his eyes as Jud came to the wheel.

He could just about make out a tiny light blooming in the darkness.

“Let me.”

Tim obediently backed away.

“No, stay close, put your hands on me.”

“Huh, why?!”

“It’s for safety, we’ll be travelling without light.”

Tim obediently placed his hands to the man’s waist as he switched the lamp off, surrounding them in a muted black, relieved only by the stars and the blink of orange in the distance.

“Hold me tight.”

He huffed and pushed himself so he was around Jud’s waist like Rose and Jack from the titanic.

“Come on, don’t be shy, push yourself against me.”

“I’m fine.”

“Well sure, but if you don’t hold me tight, you might get thrown overboard by a swell, and you’d have to be lucky to get saved in the sea at midnight.”

Tim grimaced… And pressed his crotch flush into Jud’s strong tush, the older man breathing heavily as he felt the hard erection of his ward digging into his cheeks.

“Ohhhhh, good boy,” he muttered, and Tim whined as he clung to the sailor, trying not to let himself be stimulated further by the feeling of the man’s powerful body in his arms.

“You should hold further down… For more stability.”

Tim obediently shifted his arms to the man’s belly, feeling the possibility of hard abs underneath the puppy fat.

“A little lower than that.”

Tim’s hands slid, less willingly, inches lower to his belt line.

Tim prepared himself to say no as Jud inevitably asked to go lower, but Jud didn’t, which was oddly annoying.

The glowing light in the distance grew, but slowly. It almost felt like Jud was taking his time, although obviously he didn’t have control over the wind.

“You’re.. Not going to ask me to go lower?” Tim said after a minute of silence.

Jud didn’t respond.

The lights grew.

“Hey… Don’t you want me to go lower?”

Nothing.

“Just… say something.”

Jud didn’t say a word, and anger burned in Tim’s chest.

“Are you serious? Now you don’t want to talk to me???”

He chuntered as the man remained stoic, adjusting the wheel here and there, but nothing more.

“Well, maybe I want to go lower!!” he shrieked, and Tim reached down and clutched the man’s shorts, front and centre.

A huge cock and balls came into his hands, and Tim choked as he felt the sheer length and girth of the man steering the ship, covered only by the frayed material of his trunks.

“Holy fuck…”

Tim shivered as he held the monster catch in his hands, realising also that Jud would have felt his comparatively miniscule dick pulse against his ass.

It then turned out that Jud’s beast was only semi-hard, Tim letting out a barely-audible whine as it began to grow, leaving him clutching a raging ten-inch monster in his hands.

Jud made sure to give no response to what was taking place below his waist, even though he was in heaven, loving the feeling of small hands carefully exploring his member as Tim adjusted his baby carrot, pressing it deeper against Jud’s backside. The smaller figure probably didn’t even realise he was doing it, but a slow rocking motion began, perhaps convincing himself it was because of the nonchalant waves lapping at the side of the boat.

They approached their target, Tim trying to understand Jud’s pipe whilst burying his erection repeatedly in the safety of his captain’s cheeks, and Jud couldn’t help a murmur as Tim squeezed tighter, just a little.

“OHhhhh….”

Jud gripped the wheel for support as Tim kept his hands firmly on the front of his shorts, clinging to his package.

They approached like this, an embrace in the darkness, as if the absence of light somehow made what they were doing unreal, less distinct.

Tim’s fingers began to apply themselves up and down, stroking the thick meat, wondering what the skin of Jud’s penis felt like underneath the shorts, gripping it tight which brought another light wheeze from Jud, pulsing between his fingers.

Then the sounds of techno music broke the tension, echoing across the water, and Tim whipped his hands away, glad that the semi-darkness would conceal his rosy cheeks as they approached the lights of a mega-yacht upon which seemed to be a world-ending party, at least if the salvo of noise was anything to go by.

The ship’s sides were ginormous, tall enough that they couldn’t see anyone when they crept up to it. To Tim it felt more like they were sneaking onto a cruise liner than a private ship.

“Wow,” he muttered, looking up at the behemoth above them, as his hands jittered, still yearning to be filled by the heaviness of that package once more.

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I arrived at the address I’d been given with my heart beating out of my chest. This was my first time meeting a girl whom I’d met online. We had met by chance in a room online and had begun chatting. Night after night we met at the arranged spot and just talked to each other on a myriad of topics. Later, we got to the point where she was comfortable enough to exchange pics with me. She was absolutely gorgeous, and I couldn’t wait to meet her.

Not even being out of my teens, I still lived at home. I knew my parents had made plans to go away for the long weekend, so we made our own plans. I was to arrive on Friday night for a weekend of fun.

I was so excited I could hardly stand it when I kissed my parents goodbye and they rolled out of the driveway on that fateful Friday night. I raced to my bedroom and donned a pair of jeans and a half t-shirt that showed my toned midriff nicely, grabbed my prepacked bag from its hiding spot and cabbed over to the address I had been given. I arrived and rang the suite I had been instructed to. “Yeah?” came a rough voice through the intercom.

I was a little taken aback by the voice and uttered, “Is Jennifer in?”

“Yeah, c’mon up,” said the voice as a buzzer rang announcing that the glass door in front of me was now unlocked.

The elevator ride up seemed to take forever as I waited impatiently in the car. The doors finally opened, and I spilled out into a dimly lit hallway reminiscent of a scene from the nineteen-seventies. I located the apartment where I timidly knocked on the door.

A sliding sound announced the opening of a small glimpse window set in the door. “ID?” said a rough voice from inside. I was a little confused as I fished around in my pockets and dug out my drivers license and held it up for him to see. There was a momentary pause as he studied the document. Apparently satisfied with what he saw, he asked, “Does anyone know you’re here?”

the glimpse window slid closed and the hallway was then filled with the sound of sequential locks being opened.

The door opened and a rough hand reached out, grabbed my t-shirt and pulled me quickly inside the dark apartment, leaving me off balance and vulnerable. I felt my legs being kicked out from under me before my arms were jerked behind me and secured. He began to slide something over my head and face when I realized it was a gas mask!

I was beginning to get cold feet about this whole idea and began to panic. It was dawning on me that there was no girl here and that the whole thing had been a ruse to get me into this room. “Yeah!” he enthused. “Struggle a bit, Cunt. I like it when you struggle.” I could tell he was getting more excited by the minute. It was then that I heard the scissors and felt my clothes being cut from my body. “You won’t be needing these here,” he chuckled as I felt the fabric begin to fall away from my body.

When I was completely naked and my clothes were lying in tatters on the floor, the mask suddenly filled with an acrid smoke that stung my nose and throat at first. I coughed and choked a little as he stood and laughed at me some more. Suddenly a warm feeling overtook my body. I was becoming hornier by the minute! Visions of sexual escapades drifted through my head as my cock began to harden and stand erect.

“Feeling horny?” he asked in an amused voice.

Not being able to speak because of the gasmask, I contented myself with nodding vigorously. “Good,” he smiled as he leaned over and slipped a leather collar around my neck and buckled it securely. I was only dimly aware of the meaning of this device at this time, but I was bound to learn it well over the weekend.

He strode behind me, grabbed my bonds, and jerked upwards. The pain and surprise caused me to cry out through the mask, much to his delight. My head was forced to the floor as my ass came up high in the air. This was the moment he had been waiting for. He roughly shoved a but plug into my tight, virgin asshole. The louder I cried out, the more he laughed and chuckled.

“Okay guys, he’s ready!” my attacker said in his harsh voice. “Guys?” I thought as a side door opened and three or four more men entered the room. “There’s more than one!” I thought with rising panic. “What have I gotten myself into?”

“Oh, he’s a cute, little twink!” said a wispy voice to my left. “We’re going to have lots of fun with him!” I shuddered to think about what kind of ‘fun’ they had in mind, but I was so horny that the feeling quicky passed.

They removed the gas mask and replaced it with a VR Headset. Then next thing I knew, I was being subjected to heavy BDSM scenes that made Fifty Shades of Grey look like Fifty Shades of Snow White. The image onscreen depicted a young man, not unlike myself, having his throat and ass hammered simultaneously. I tried closing my eyes, but the sounds reverberated in my ears.

“See that, Cunt? Hope you like it because that’s what we’re gonna do to you,” he laughed before jerking malatya escort me to my feet and roughly guiding me. He stopped, turned me around and lay me on what felt wooden slats set at an angle to the wall. I felt restraints being attached to my wrists and ankles before I was stretched taught for the next phase of my torture.

I felt something cool being applied to my pubic hair and deduced what they were about to do. The cold razor touching my skin made me jump, much to the delight of the assemblage in the room. A bucket of water hitting me in the crotch area signalled the end of this particular humiliation.

“Okay, hold him there for moment more,” said a gruff voice. I then felt excruciating pain from my nipples and heard the rattle of the chain connecting the two clamps he had applied. I screamed out in pain, but that only seemed to egg them on.

“You’re not going to need this,” a rough voice said as a cold sensation enveloped my prick. I heard a click, like a lock closing, but still couldn’t see what he had done.

“Now that we’ve prepped him, let’s get him over onto the bucks,” said a high, squeaky voice from somewhere in the room. My bonds were relaxed and undone, then more hands grabbed me by the arms and nipple clamp chain and led me off to a corner of the room where two uneven sawbucks were set up. They carefully secured my spread legs to the first stand, then a hand on my back encouraged me to bend over forward. My arms were spread out to my flanks and secured out to the second. Another collar was fitted over the first. I found that I was now completely immobilized and helpless to prevent any planned activities of the evening.

“Who’s first?” said the man with the rough voice.

“I wanna redden up that cute little ass first,” came a voice to the sound of a belt being withdrawn through beltloops. The shockwave and surprise from the first blow of his leather belt traveled through my body like an ocean wave. I cried out into the room as the men standing around uttered murmurs of approval and now stood waiting their turn. This beating would continue for some time, it seemed.

At the same time, another well muscled man stepped around to my face. The next thing I was aware of was his huge, semi-hard dong bouncing in front of my lips. “Open up!” he demanded. When I didn’t react immediately, I felt one of his huge paws grab me by the throat and lift my chin. He slapped me hard across the face and repeated the request in more brutal tones. “Open your fucking mouth, Cunt!” he commanded, clipping each word for effect. My bottom jaw dropped at the ferocity of the assault. He smiled and dropped a huge gob of saliva through my still stinging lips. “Gotta make sure that cunt hole is good and wet before I fuck it,” he smiled as he fed his dick in. “Bite and you’re dead!” he growled as he grabbed my hair and pulled for effect. Whatever will I had to resist evaporated in that moment.

I had no choice as he grabbed my head in both of his hands for more control “Soft, hot and wet,” he rumbled, “just the way I like it!” he enthused as he began to explore my mouth with his tremendous dong. Sounds of delight and laughter filled the room as he shoved his cock further and further through my mouth and into my throat. More laughter and sounds of approval erupted as I began to gag. He didn’t let up and forced my throat to accept his swiftly hardening member. He propelled his prong down my writhing throat until I I felt his balls touch my chin and rest there. “This one has a nice ballpark chin, boys!” he uttered as he rocked his hips back and forth to more laughter and whoops of delight around the room as the rest of the men intermittently patted and stroked my glowing ass between the lashes of their belts.

I couldn’t breath with his prong halfway down my gullet and began to struggle to more whoops and calls around the room. I thought I was going to black out from lack of oxygen when he finally withdrew into my mouth and allowed me to pant for breath before invading my throat once again. I didn’t gag as much this time and there was not as much pain as he roughly reintroduced the head of his prick to my rapidly stretching throat.

“Use your tongue, Cunt. Lick and enjoy it,” he advised as he pumped his cock in and out. I followed his advice and much to my surprise, I did begin to enjoy. His prong was so smooth and so hard, like nothing I had ever dreamed of having in my mouth.

One of the men wrote something across my shoulders, something else about my mid back and something on my lower back, much to the approval of his fellows. “This one is for the number of blowjobs he gives, this one is for the number of fucks he takes. ‘Slut Hole’,” he chuckled. He grabbed the butt plug and pulled it out in one motion. Again, I howled in pain and again the crowd erupted into cheers.

“Grease up his can. I’ll spread his channel and bust his cherry,” said a rugged, deep voice to my right. Instantly, malatya escort bayan I felt a cool sensation running down the crack of my ass and hands massaging it into my loosening hole. As their hands retreated, they were replaced by those of the alpha male who was about to give me my initiation. His fingers curled around my hips, and I actually quivered in anticipation before he shoved his huge prong into my still too tight hole. After a few pushes and more private pain, my channel began to widen and stretch, accepting more and more of him as he roughly rooted me.

“You like that, don’t you Cunt?” he asked as his friend retreated enough for me to respond.

“Yes,” I whispered as he rammed more of his manhood up my spreading ass and precum began to ooze from my caged little cock.

“Yes what, Cunt? Say it louder,” he commanded with a wicked smile.

I couldn’t deny it. “Yes, I like it,” I heard myself huff audibly between breaths. The men in the rest of the room erupted into more cheers and jeers as the man in front of me now easily slid his cock back down my waiting, almost wanting, throat. It was beginning to dawn on me that ‘Cunt’ was the only name they would use to refer to me. It was dehumanizing but somehow delicious at the same time.

I felt a soft popping deep inside and knew that he had penetrated me. Just as my throat had widened, now my ass would be subjected to it. I felt my muscles relaxing with each passing plunge. Soon he was hammering in and out of me with wild abandon and slapping my already red ass.. I felt as his cock began to swell as he neared orgasm. His fingers on my body grew somewhat frantic and he groaned loudly as he began to spurt his hot load up my now gaping ass. He leaned across my body and made a final demand. “Say ‘thank-you’, Cunt,” he uttered. Again, his friend retreated to allow my response.

“Thank-you,” I whispered as I felt other hands beginning to touch my legs and ass as my new friend at my mouth slid his prong back into my throat. I now knew what to expect and from the look of things, could expect a lot more of. They had me right where they wanted me and now were going to enjoy all the fruits of their labour.

I felt the hips of a new partner assuming the position behind me. I braced for what I thought would surely be more pain when he easily slipped his raging hard on into my open and gaping asshole.

“Your throat was made for this, Cunt. Accept it,” said the man at my face softly as he coaxed me along. “So nice and soft and wet,” he droned as he thoroughly fucked my soft throat. His voice was mesmerising me and, by the end I was half inclined to agree with him. I was becoming more and more their bitch all the time.

I felt him begin to swell as his point of release approached. I had never dreamed of a man cumming in my mouth, now it was about to happen. He groaned as he released his musty flavoured cum into my mouth and across my tastebuds. It splashed and gurgled in my mouth as I tried to swallow. Being a complete novice, I could not swallow fast enough, and it spilled out of my mouth and over my chin.

“That is really hot,” he said as he looked down and looked at his softening prong withdrawing from my mouth.

The next thing I knew, the gasmask had been replaced on my face and I was once again I was inhaling the lofty fumes. Once again, stripped of all morality, I was ready and randy as an alley cat.

“Okay, this ride’s open,” said a male voice. “Let’s fill this cunt with cum!” Cheers erupted around the room as a new man came to my face and another planted himself behind me and pulled on my legs before plunging his rock hard cock into my sweet little ass. He pushed his cock inside me with such speed that it forced the air out of my lungs. The man at my face simply looked down at the proceedings while fisting his beautiful prong. I found myself wanting him to plant that monster in my watering mouth. Were they turning me gay?

The man behind me fucked me hard and came quickly. The sound of his hips bouncing off my ass reverberated around the room. I absorbed his huge river of cum before he retreated and another took his place. They began keeping score with markers on my back of the number of men who had cum in my mouth and the number who had cum in my ass. Both scores were mounting. I was forced to thank each man as they finished with me. They would respond by laughing and slapping my exposed ass.

After hours of enduring this strange group of men abuse me to their hearts content, I looked like a glazed donut and was dripping cum from both ends. they released me from my bonds. I was walked somewhat bowlegged and unsteadily before they forced me into a rubber suit and suspending me on ropes near the ceiling. Before they hoisted me up, they wrote the word SLUT on my forehead then replaced the VR headset and the non-stop, heavy BDSM propaganda continued. “Sweet dreams,” chuckled a male voice and the escort malatya rest of the room went silent.

I was left like that for hours with these images being burned into my brain. The screaming of the young men through the audio ensured that I would stay awake to be bombarded by the subliminal messages of the film. Phrases like, “You are a slave!” and “You will do as your master bids!” constantly flashed before my eyes as were subtle tugs in the phrases, “You like sucking cock”, “You are a cocksucker” and “You were born to take it up the ass?” Each was doing its part to subtly changing my way of thinking.

When they let me down, the ritual of the gasmask was again carried out and again I was higher than a kite and raring to go. I didn’t know what these men were going to do to me next, but at this point, I didn’t care. I was theirs to do with as they will this weekend whether I liked it or not. One of them bent to me and wrote “cunt” on my top lip and embellished the word “slut” across my forehead to the raucous laughter of his fellows. “What do you say?” he demanded.

“Thank you, Master,” I responded softly as the subliminal messaging took hold. Then it began.

For the next few hours, there was a continuous line for my mouth and my ass. There wasn’t a moment where I wasn’t being spit roasted by a pair of them. A number of them really liked cumming on or inside my vulnerable ass while an equal number enjoyed fucking my mouth and throat to orgasm. Some of them deposited their seed directly into my throat while others would cream into my mouth. A few of them jerked clear of my mouth altogether and held my head up by my hair and came all over my face. I was covered in it. Every time I thought I would snap out of this waking nightmare they slapped the gasmask back into position on my head and moments later I was outrageously horny again and looking for the next cock.

My own prong was hard as a rock and aching inside the chastity device they had applied to my cock and balls. I was leaking precum like a river from all these men roughly massaging my virgin prostate. I had already told them that I liked it, but here was proof positive. The men laughed and jeered as they collected fingerfuls of precum to smear on my prostrate body.

After what seemed like an eternity, I thanked the last cock as he left my ass, and the last man pulled his prong from my throat. Cum was dripping out of my ass and down my legs while simultaneously running off my semen-soaked chin. I looked and felt like a glazed doughnut. I was quite worn out from the non-stop fucking I had received and was ready to sleep, but it was not to be. They released me from the bucks and again suspended me from the ceiling with the delightful company of the BDSM porn blaring into my senses. My mind was again marinating in the latent sexual messages they were offering.

Some hours later, when they brought me down and released me from the suit, I knew exactly what they wanted. Their conditioning was doing its work. I proceeded to walk over to the bucks of my own accord, bending at the waist as my hips contacted the first one then stretching my arms along the second and resting my head where it would be restrained to a chorus of cheers. “He likes it! He really likes it!” glowed a bass voice as I heard the sounds and felt the sensations of the restraints being gleefully re-applied.

Once immobilized and in position, they placed the mask back over my face. As I began to inhale, the smoke didn’t seem as acrid as it had been before. The effect was exactly as it had been all along. Within moments of my first deep breath, I felt insanely horny all over again and almost looking forward to the abuse I was about to face.

My mouth began to involuntarily water as they jerked the mask from my head and the image of a delicious, semi-hard cock swam into my vision. He grabbed my hair and pulled as my bottom jaw flopped open, prepared to accept what he wanted to give. I watched him fist pump his prong a few times before feeding it between my open, accepting lips and press on into my soft, wet throat. He groaned, deeply satisfied as he held my hair and undulated his hips to propel his prong deep into my throat. I closed my eyes and followed the advice that had been offered. I relaxed and let them have their way with me.

I felt hands on my ass as the butt lovers in the crowd began to thigh climb. The cool sensation of lube once again being dribbled into the crack of my ass and then more hands massaging in hit my brain like a bolt of lightning. My legs and butt cheeks quivered slightly then jumped when a thick digit slipped into my asshole. I would have cried out if not for the mammoth cock currently lodged in my breath way. A hand pressed down on my lower back and I arched under the pressure, bringing my ass up to the perfect level for him. I was expecting more pain as he shoved his prong deep inside me, but there was none. I suspect he activities of the past few days had loosened me up considerably. Then the train pulled out of the station with all aboard.

Hours later, I was still restrained over the bucks and taking the last few men in whatever hole they chose. My poor ass was sorely abused by the time he injected his cream inside me. “What do you say?” he demanded.

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(A continuation of my experiences with a former boss, as requested by Bill, Jeremy and Jackie).

It was one of those whirlwind days, the kind of day where the phone doesn’t stop ringing, my boss won’t stop nitpicking and my co-workers disappear and leave me to be wonder woman.

Just a normal day.

Jack O’Connor was a barrel-chested Irishman who had a hearty appetite and room-filling laugh. Sometimes he combined the two — a disgusting sight. Still, he was a pretty good boss. He was strict when it came to work hours, answering the telephone by the third ring and taking no more than 60 minutes for lunch.

Still on this day Mr. O’Connor got up on the wrong side of the bed and was nagging more than normal about this or that. I think his boss was ragging him and he merely was passing on some of that dissatisfaction about this or that to lowly me. Oh well, the life of an administrative assistant isn’t supposed to be easy!

In any event, it was a pleasant surprise when the telephone rang and it wasn’t Mr. O’Connor, his boss, or an irate customer on the line. Rather, it was K. Linford Little, my former boss and current lover. As bosses go, these two were complete opposites. Mr. O’Connor was a bit of a nudge, while Mr. Little was laid back, flirtatious and handsome.

I mentioned in prior stories, Mr. Little and I had a hot and heavy affair while I worked for him. I was young and impressionable, he was older, more mature, and handsome. Like many of my previous boyfriends, he had an insatiable appetite for sex, but he just didn’t do it, he savored the act.

At the time I fantasized about him leaving his wife for me, that we’d get married and live happy after. The curse of an office romance with a married guy sunk in after a while, and my eyes were opened. Slowly, but opened. It took a while but I finally realized the man was using me for his personal sex toy and nothing more.

Promises of marriage and suburbia and rug rats and such with him turned out to be feint hope and not reality. After coming to that realization I cried a lot, cursed, thought of wrecking his home with the revelation of our affair to his unsuspecting wife but ultimately thought better of it. Instead, I not only discontinued by relationship with the man but also left my job too.

I went on with my life, I was strong and attempted to put the past in the past. Many of my friends had no idea of what I was going through, because, after all, how do you tell those who would only point fingers and cut me off for my attempt at home-wrecking the truth. I made up some story about this or that, and soon they just figured I needed to get laid. What followed was an endless procession of guys. “You will love him,” “He’s perfect for you,” or “It’s not a date, just dinner with friends.” Right.

Months went by and I did eventually find a nice guy who loved me, adored me actually, and ultimately we moved in together. It was a good coupling, we had many similar interests and loved being with each other.

Still, I realized early on something was missing. Maybe the fire, maybe the excitement, who knows? In any event, maybe it wasn’t the hope of marriage that had sparked my affair with Mr. Little, but maybe just the naughtiness of it all? I really found myself missing the man who had done nothing but take advantage of my love for him.

So I, on my own free will, rekindled the relationship with Mr. Little while having the full understanding of what it was all about — sex. Yes, I admit it, I missed the thunder and lightening and danger. I missed the clandestine meetings, the quick and dirty rendezvous. The dark corners of shopping mall lots, the front seat of a car in a parking garage, the trips to make out lanes where we were probably the oldest couple parking.

I missed being bad.

And although I kept my secure relationship with my nice, normal, Financial Analyst boyfriend, I rekindled my clandestine relationship with Mr. Little. Somehow, I managed to keep the double life away from prying eyes.

“Constance?” came the sound of my former boss as I answered the telephone, snapping me away from my daydream and back to reality.

“Oh hi Mr. Little, how are you today?” After all this time, after all of what we had done together, I still addressed him by his last name just as I had when he was my boss.

“A lot better now! I was hoping to catch you before you slipped out of there to go to lunch.”

“You did, I’m still slaving away,” I said with a laugh. “You were a much nicer boss than Mr. O’Connor! I was able to goof off and take advantage of you! Now, what are you up to today?”

“Not much, but I’m in the area and wondered if you wanted to get together for a little bit, I’ll buy lunch.”

I knew my former boss, and lunch was the least of his desires. He wanted to get together for a little hide the salami and he knew precisely where he wanted to do his magician act…in and out of my hot, willing mouth. Yes, the man was seriously and constantly desirous of my oral talents.

“Lunch, sakarya escort or something else?” I jokingly asked.

“Okay, you caught me, honey,” said my former boss. “I want you.”

It had been a couple weeks since we had managed to get together, so the act of meeting at lunchtime was definitely appealing to me. Smiling, I leaned back in my chair and seductively whispered: “I’m hungry for something, not lunch though.”

At first I thought he was groaning, but think it was merely some sound of excitement sliding out of his vocal chords.

“I’ll met you at the mall at the usual place at 12:15.”

I glanced at my watch. “I can work that out. See you then.”

Taking care of phone coverage and the like, I slipped into the ladies room to make myself pleasingly adorable for Mr. Little. Pantyhose off, black sheer thigh high stockings on, I added some like makeup and brushed my teeth. My knee-length black skirt accentuated my shapely legs, and the plain white blouse gave an almost schoolgirl-like look to my 28-year-old body.

Minutes later I sped over to the mall and drove to the back parking lot, a four level building which had a slot in the back of the lowest floor where hardly no cars went past. It had a wall to the left and Mr. Little would park there, and I would pull in beside him. It wasn’t a hotel room, it wasn’t private, but it did offer some privacy from prying eyes and we could generally hear approaching automobiles.

I slipped my red Civic Coupe into the spot next to my former boss’s vehicle and transferred to his Element, laughing that I was hitchhiking and needed a ride. He was happy to pick me up!

I leaned over and kissed him while his arm draped my shoulder. We locked lips for several minutes before coming up for air. “Now that’s the way I like to be greeted,” laughed Mr. Little. “How have you been honey?”

“Great now,” I said with a smile, admiring his handsome face. “It’s good to see you.”

We made small talk for several minutes, catching up on this and that. All the while he was stroking my stocking encased thigh, spending most of his time at the juncture of lacey top and flesh. His touch felt wonderful, and I was tickled that he’d sneak a glance down when he thought I wasn’t looking. As if I didn’t know what he was doing!

Then it was back to kissing. The man can kiss. It’s a special talent of his. Lots of guys, especially once they get to “know” you, skimp on the kissing and foreplay and muscle right into the “action”. But not Mr. Little. He not only was a good kisser, but he enjoyed kissing me. I loved him for it, and it made me want to satisfy him for being so nice and loving to me.

On this day, though, our lip-lock was quickly ended when Mr. Little broke our embrace and muttered “Oh shit!”

At first I didn’t know what was up — other than the tent in his trousers — but then I heard the words behind me.

“Sir, don’t do that here!” came the forceful deep male voice. I turned, and looked straight into the eyes of a mall rent-a-cop. “How about moving along…now!” The man turned, and spoke something into his walkie-talkie as Mr. Little and I trembled.

Had someone caught our act and complained? Hardly possible, because we hadn’t been there that long. Or maybe we were complained about in a prior visit and made some kind of mall watch list. Three weeks ago there was the middle aged woman, tugging two kids along, who Mr. Little somehow didn’t see approaching her car (he was, you see, supposed to be lookout while I was busy between his legs). She apparently spied what was happening while putting one of the little ones in his car seat, and let out a shriek. Maybe she had tattle-tailed on us? Probably was jealous.

Whatever, Mr. Little started his wagon and we backed out of our “spot” leaving my car behind. “I’ll drop you off later,” said my former boss, glancing at the rent-a-cop who stood 20 yards or so away, watching our progress. “That way he won’t know it was your car parked there.” Sounded like a plan, a lame one, but a plan.

He drove up the ramp and out of the garage, muttering about that being a close call. Close call? Yup, but it would have been worse in a couple minutes when I most likely would have be humming sweet mouth music on my favorite flute. But still a little too close for comfort.

I suspect getting caught in the act is a little bit of what we love about doing it in the car or outdoors. On one hand, we really don’t want to get caught, or peeped on, but by the same token each of us loves the idea that it might happen. It sort of adds fantasy to an already fantasy filled relationship.

We drove around the mall circle and Mr. Little asked if I wanted something to eat. I think he meant at the food court, but I had other ideas. “Honey, I do…I want some of you.”

He smiled, called me a devil, and then set out to find a new playing ground. If our favorite trysting sanctuary wasn’t available, how about another? He drove around the mall to the other sakarya escort bayan side, near one of those massive department stores. This was another four-story garage, and it looked packed and didn’t have a secluded place on the bottom floor like our favorite nesting place.

“Let’s try upstairs,” he said, hopefully, as we entered and researched the bottom floor. The next level wasn’t much better, nor the next, but when we went up the next ramp to open air we both saw the secluded spot we desired.

Apparently a local car dealer used this floor to park excess vehicles, because a dozen or so Chevy’s were lined up along one wall while several others were along the side wall next to it. That is, except for one open spot where the two lines of cars met.

Our place. Our new place!

Mr. Little pulled into the slot and we both looked around. Ahead, over the wall, we could see several trucks parked maybe 50 yards away and three stories down. A hundred yards to the right was an apartment building, but trees gave us some privacy from that view. To our left were the dealer’s cars, and up the ramp no cars were parked. That was a good thing, because from that vantage point they would be offered an excellent view of Mr. Little’s front seat.

“Honey, I love you,” said Mr. Little, once satisfied the coast was clear. “You constantly excite me.”

I nodded my head, knowing full well he lusted for me and that love was merely a word he said to comfort me…or so he thought. Still, it was nice to hear the compliments, they were music to my ears. Smiling at him, I kissed his cheek while reaching down to his trousers. Rubbing his manhood through the wool slacks, I kissed my lover, starting slowly then moving with him to a more passionate mingling. The making out had the desirous effect, as soon Mr. Little was writhing and moaning as we fondled each other’s horny bodies.

“Oh Constance, do me, suck me,” he begged.

“I thought you’d never ask,” I replied.

So, okay, it wasn’t worthy of a Shakespeare, but the words were from the heart.

Glancing around, it seemed as if the coast was clear. I unzipped his pants, slipped his dick out of the opening in his boxers, and marveled of his length and how it was able to become rock hard with just seconds of my touch. Reminding him to keep an eye out for guards, police, and mothers with kids in tow or any passersby, I slowed the stroking of his dick and maneuvered over it.

His, and my, favorite position for a blowjob was me kneeling on the front passenger seat and leaning over so that my head had excellent access to his mid-section. I would use one arm to brace myself, then sort of lean against the steering wheel with my shoulder. That allowed my free hand to stroke his cock or rub his thighs while I mouthed his throbbing manhood. For his part this position offered Mr. Little excellent access to my ass.

He loved playing with my backside while I was paying attention to his front. He’d toy with my panties, dipping his hand inside, playing with the crack. Sometimes he’d reach all the way around to the front and play with my pussy.

I could feel his breathing increase above me as I lowered my head and began licking the tip of his cock. It sort of pulsed as I approached, and I could swear it popped around a bit as I licked it. I held it steady with my hand and I cooed about how I had missed it and how much I wanted to suck it.

“Oh, suck it Constance. Suck my cock!” commanded Mr. Little, his voice shaking but emphatic. “Please suck it.”

So I did. I opened my mouth, not a lot, but enough to kiss the tip. Slowly I lowered my lips around his dick, first one, then two, then three inches or so. Then I tantalizingly pulled my head and lips back to the tip. I repeated the process several times before taking more of the man into my wet mouth, a move that brought a grunt from the man. Was he in pain? No, I don’t think so. I think it was more like, well, ecstasy.

I heard a car drive past as I was sucking, then another. I lifted off his cock. “Are you watching out for us? I asked my former boss.

“Yes, damn it, get it back in your mouth!” grunted my former boss.

Oops, me thinks he didn’t like me leaving my job half done. Taking his cock back into my mouth, I again worked the pulsing tip while gently stroking the base of his hardness with my small but active hand. His shank was at full extension, hard as a rock, and it tasted wonderful. Not manly, like it normally did. But fresh, as I detected the scent of baby powder. He probably came here right from a morning workout at the health club at work. I don’t know which was better, squeaky clean or a slight manly smell, but in any event his dick was enjoying my loving assault.

Mr. Little used one hand to stroke my hair, running his fingers through the long mane while bucking his midsection in a steady rhythm. His other arm was draped over my back, with his hand somehow stroking my ass. How he got my skirt up and hand into my blue escort sakarya satin panties I’ll never know…I hadn’t felt a thing. But now the duel stroking was comforting and exciting. It was a magic moment, we were moving together and satisfying a primal urge.

I was just getting deeply into the blowjob when once again I was startled back to reality, again by Mr. Little nervous voice.

“Shit, get up Constance,” said the man, almost lifting me away from his cock. He actually pushed me away, because his right hand was buried under my skirt and panties and playing with my butt.

“What is it?”

“Up there,” he said, nodding his head toward the department store. I looked and where once was no car was now a BMW, and there was a man in the front seat with a bird’s eye view of our sleazy action. I couldn’t get a good look at him, but there clearly was a man in the front seat, and while it appeared he wasn’t looking at us I did notice that from time to time he glanced down, saw my look, and quickly turned his head away. Yes, we were again caught in the act.

“How long has he been there?” I asked, my voice shaking.

“No idea. He must have driven past and thought he saw something. I just happened to look that way at catch sight of his car. I didn’t even see him at first, but shit, he’s been watching for a while. I don’t think he’s a cop, but I don’t know. It’s weird.”

Both of our minds ran through the people we knew with Beemers, but none looked like that one. And he wasn’t snapping photos or anything, a subject Mr. Little constantly worried about. While we were extra careful and he didn’t think his wife was the least bit suspicious, he didn’t want to get caught.

Safety first, we once again we backed out and drove out of the lot.

“Honey, I have to get back to work,” I apologetically said. “Mr. O’Connor will shoot me if I am late again.”

“Okay…but we still have a few minutes, don’t we.”

“Of course, but…where?” Mr. Little was desperate, and I truly wanted to finish my job. It could wait, of course, but…

I don’t think he knew where to go. There were no more garages, and the lots around the major stores were like thoroughfares. We drove along the outskirts of the mall and back toward my car when he spied a near empty lot near the far end of the mall. A truck and a couple cars were parked, but nobody was in the back three rows. We saw a large fence to the rear, bordering the interstate, and to the right was a bridge that went over the busy route. Blocking the view from the mall’s other lots were several evergreen trees, so, while it was an open area it was not exactly in the middle of things.

“Honey, let’s get comfortable in the back,” said my boss. “Nobody will see us below the windows.”

“Okay, but only a couple minutes.”

“It’s only going to take me a minute, honey, so if it’s okay…”

Normally the request to get in the back meant he wanted to go down on me, something I loved, but given the time problem wasn’t at the top of my list. We slipped into the back of his Element, me laying back on the fully reclined back seat. Instead of hunkering down with each leg astride my face (he loved face-fucking when he wanted to get off fast), instead he scooted down and mounted my head from behind. He then lowered his head into my crotch, lifting my skirt and slipped down my panties while gently maneuvering us into a haphazard sixty-nine action.

I savored his tongue on my slit but forced myself to concentrate on his needy cock. I urgently jerked it into my mouth, stroking it as I licked the tip and then slowly sucked it. We may have been interrupted a couple times but he didn’t miss a beat, moving his hips in tune to the movement of my sucking mouth.

Reaching around, I planted my left hand on his bucking ass, guiding his stroke. After a bit I merely kept my head still as he fucked my face, but by slopping my work I could enjoy the licking of his tongue on my pussy. Damn, if we only had more time. I knew I had to speed things up, so I slipped my finger up and down his ass crack before slipping it against his anus.

Like lightning, his body began firing into my mouth. He shook, and his dick pulsed. I heard him grunt and moan and opened my eyes to watch his cock fuck my mouth. He was pounding me, and I heard him mutter he was going to cum.

That’s when I heard the girlish laugh and shriek-like “Oh my god, look at them.”

I looked up, out of the window, and right above me were three girls, most likely 18 or 19, staring down in disbelief. Mr. Little was beyond hope, however, and although I tried to push him away he only took it as desire, and he pushed right back, his cock impaled in my mouth. I couldn’t say anything if I wanted to, and I suspect my grunts of warning was thought of as moans. His pulsing cock slowed for a stroke or two then blasted forth its sticky seed. It shot several spurts into my mouth before slipping out of my hungry mouth. I swallowed as much as I could and took the rest of his eruption onto my face while my eyes bugged out at the staring eyes of disbelief from the voyeurs above.

It might not have been the best vantage point, but they clearly could see everything that was going on in the vehicle. I was embarrassed to no end, and finally swatted Mr. Little’s ass a couple times to get his attention.

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After giving Tyler just his second-ever blow job, I’d convinced myself that I wouldn’t hear from him again. So, it came as a real surprise to pick up the phone at seven o’clock Thursday morning and hear his voice. After apologizing for calling so early, he wondered if it was OK if he came over again that evening. When I said yes and offered to make dinner, he said he’d be there at seven and quickly hung up the phone. That left me wondering; was he coming over for more talk or more sex? Half expecting the former but hoping for the latter, I went into the bathroom half an hour before he was due to arrive and cleaned myself out with the douche hose that Bill had thoughtfully installed for his boys to use. “Be prepared” is not just the Boy Scout’s motto!

Tyler arrived on time and followed me outside to the BBQ, where we made small talk while drinking a couple of beers and eating burgers. He was calm enough outside, but once back inside, sitting on the same couch where I’d sucked him off two nights before, he got very nervous and clammed up totally. I filled in the silence, rambling on about nothing in particular, waiting to hear what was on his mind, until he suddenly blurted out his thanks for what had happened on Tuesday evening, saying it had felt like one of the most important nights of his life.

He and I sat and talked for a few minutes. He apologized for running out without thanking me properly for getting him off. I said I understood and told him I thought he was sexy and loved sucking his cock, which got him blushing. I moved closer to him on the couch and put my hand on his thigh, willing him to make up his mind. I didn’t have to wait long before he gripped my hand with his and brought it between his legs to feel his hard cock through his jeans. I rose to my feet and told him we’d be a lot more comfortable in the bedroom.

He jumped up off the couch and strode ahead of me, throwing his clothes off and lying naked on the bed before I was even half-undressed. I was seeing his entire naked body for the first time, and I liked what I saw. He lay with his head on the pillow and his hands behind his head, pretending to be calm, while his chest rose and fell quickly, exposing how nervous he really was. As I climbed onto the bed and knelt between his legs, I was happy to see that, unlike the previous time, his eyes were wide open and he was staring hopefully at me, silently willing me to take him in my mouth again.

I gave him a big smile, leant down into his crotch, and proceeded to give his dick, balls, taint, upper thighs, and even his navel a whole lot of extended tongue and throat action. Even though he was soon reduced to a shuddering wreck, he somehow managed to keep himself from premature ejaculation. He was still staring at me, watching intently, while quiet moaning sounds escaped from his mouth and his fingers danced gently across my shoulders and my face.

Figuring he was so aroused that he might be open to something new and different, I raised my head up out of his crotch and while slowly jerking him with my hand, I leaned over and opened the top drawer of the bedside table, where Bill kept some playthings. Finding the bottle of lube that I knew was there, I greased up the fingers of the hand that wasn’t fondling his cock. I shoved them up inside me, then, before he realised what was happening, I’d moved up his body, placed my knees on either side of his chest and lowered myself down onto his stiff dick.

I wasn’t sure how he’d react, but the moment he felt his cock enter my tunnel, I could tell he loved it. I bounced up and down on him, and he began pumping his hips up off the mattress in time with me, trying to force his cock further and further up inside. This was his first fuck, so I knew he wouldn’t last forever, but still, he surprised me by staying up far longer than I expected. But eventually I heard a sound halfway between a grunt and a scream pass his lips as simultaneously his cock jerked around inside me as his load spewed out.

Having cum, he closed his eyes and drifted off for a few moments, clearly trying to process his reaction to what had just happened. I would have loved to cum by jerking myself off while his cock was still inside me but figured that was a bridge too far for someone who’d just fucked a guy for the very first time! I eased myself up off his dick and lay silently next to him, wondering to myself, had I taken things far too fast by manoeuvring him into fucking me? Should I have stuck with sucking him off again?

I worried that he avoided looking at me while getting up off the bed and picking up his shorts from up off the floor. But as he pulled them up, he glanced over at the open drawer from which I’d got the lube a few minutes earlier and saw the rest of Bill’s playthings.

As he stared at the handcuffs, tit clamps, ball stretcher, cock rings, the paddle, and the ball gag, all neatly lined up ready for use, Tyler seemed confused but fascinated; not surprising, since this was the nineteen-seventies, before internet porn niğde escort was around to show naïve young men in small towns all they needed to know about every sexual fetish under the sun! Looking at me, he asked the obvious question.

“Wow, man, is all that stuff yours? What do you do with it all?”

For a second or two, I thought of claiming I had no idea about them and blaming it all on Bill. But I’d long stopped hiding my love for the kind of sex play that involved them; so, hoping he wouldn’t be frightened away permanently, I told him the toys weren’t mine, but that I knew all about them. I explained the basics of BDSM, told him that Bill liked to render guys helpless and hurt them in sexually exciting ways and admitted to being one of the guys he worked on!

I could see he was confused, but I couldn’t figure out what he thought of it all, especially since he was already working out his reaction to just having fucked a man for the first time. I wasn’t too surprised but felt disappointed nonetheless when he kept silent while putting on his clothes, then said it was getting late and he had to get back home. I saw him to the door, sure I’d screwed up and that he wouldn’t be back.

When he didn’t call the next morning, I assumed I’d been right about having frightened him off. I told myself it was just as well; after all, I wasn’t that much into younger guys, especially ones new to the scene. They were usually a lot more trouble than they were worth. With the renovations almost complete and the weather still perfect, I spent the day down at the beach and didn’t get head back to the cottage till late afternoon. However, as I walked in, the phone was ringing, and it was Tyler.

He spoke quickly, sounding nervous, explaining that his Mum and Dad were going down to Windsor to see his Granny and would be away till Sunday. He was staying behind as this was his Saturday to work at the store and wondered if I was free that night or on Saturday, since he’d like to see me again. Of course, I forgot all my rationalisations about younger guys being too much bother and told him to come over straight from work!

When he arrived, wearing shorts and a t-shirt, and carrying another 12 pack of beers, there was a palpable air of excitement about him, as if the events earlier in the week had let loose what had been holding him back. We sat on the little patio overlooking the beach, talking, and drinking the beer that he’d brought with him until, claiming he was getting too hot, he stripped off his shirt, exposing his nice-looking chest, lightly dusted with dark hair. Meanwhile his erecting cock was becoming obvious, pushing out against the thin material of his very short shorts.

Realising it was up to me to make the next move, I leant over to touch his cock, hiding under his shorts, and felt it jump in my hand, almost as if I’d given it an electric charge. Hearing his quiet moans was all I needed; getting to my feet, I told him to put the beer down and follow me to the bedroom.

I was prepared; I’d cleaned myself out and put the jar of lube on the top of the nightstand ready. This time I got my clothes off first, kneeling in front of him while he was still pulling down his shorts. I leant forward, took his rampant dick in my mouth, and swallowed it all the way down my throat, getting him even hotter than he already was. I liked to suck cock, but wanted even more to get fucked, so I stood back up, grabbed hold of his dick in my hand and told him what was going to happen.

“Listen, stud. I’m going to kneel down here and you’re going to get your fingers greasy with lube and put them up my arse, one by one. Then, once you think my hole’s loose enough for your dick, you shove it up there and fuck me. That’s easy enough, eh? Come on, get going.”

I did my part, kneeling next to the bed and resting my chest on the mattress, and waited for him to do what he’d been told. He started with one hesitant finger, then added a second and when he followed up with a third, he was shocked to find how easily they all got sucked in. There was a long wait while he was made up his mind, but eventually he lubed up his cock, knelt down behind me and just like he’d done with his fingers, inserted himself very gently and very slowly. I understood his hesitation. The night before I’d taken the initiative and had fucked his dick with my ass, but this time he was in charge, and he was the one actively deciding to fuck another man.

He went in so slow and gentle that I began to wonder it he would ever bottom out. But, once he’d broken through the inner ring and I didn’t scream or cry, he got a lot more energetic, and began shoving my body hard up against the edge of the mattress by the sheer force of his fucking motion. Keeping his dick busy inside me, his hands wandered across my back, tentatively rubbing my ass, and feeling my chest. This wasn’t just the first time he’d actively fucked a man, it was also the first time he’d had the chance to touch and feel another man’s niğde escort bayan body; and he was taking advantage.

This was his first time, so I half expected a quick “roll in the hay” followed by a fast orgasm. But I was wrong. He might be young and super-aroused, but he was eager to find out about man sex and determined to make the most of his chance. He kept up a good rhythm, working his dick around inside me, pulling all the way out and going back in, giving me a harder workout than guys with a lot more experience. He got me moaning with pleasure and begging him to keep on doing me.

But, of course, I couldn’t expect him to keep it up all night and eventually I could sense his orgasm was getting close. I thought he’d burst out inside me, but instead he surprised me by pulling out and jerking himself off with his fist. He’d cum in my mouth his first time and cum up my ass the night before; apparently this time he wanted to see how far he could shoot. A few rapid strokes later and a burst of cum shot into the air, with sticky gobs landing in my hair and on my face and my neck.

He rested one hand on my bum to steady himself as he leant back, trying to calm down and recover. Once he’d got his breath back, he spluttered out his excitement, sounding like a kid boasting about his exploits on a baseball diamond.

“Wow, that was intense. It felt great. I can’t believe it, I haven’t cum like that in yonks! It went yards! I got it all over you, man! That felt great, I can’t believe how hard I stayed.”

That ended it for intelligible speech, after that all I heard was him mumbling “wow, great, fucking hot” and so on, until he eventually remembered that two people were involved and he got around to asking if I was OK and whether I’d also had a good time. After I’d assured him that he’d done a great job, got up and headed to the bathroom, while I lay where I was, wiping his cum off my face and neck with my fingers and licking them clean.

Since we’d gone into the bedroom almost as soon as he’d arrived, it was still early, so we put on our shorts and sat outside to eat and drink some more beers and stare out at the sunset. It wasn’t long before he brought up the subject of sex, and specifically, how could I like being tied up, slapped around or even beaten and how was it that I got off on it? While I was trying to explain myself and some of my fetishes, I noticed that under his shorts his dick, which had understandably softened after the work out it had been given, was as hard as it had been at the start of the evening. I wasn’t sure what that said about him, and since I didn’t want to push my luck, I pretended not to notice.

Once we’d finished dinner, I took the plates and utensils into the kitchen, filled the sink with soapy water and just as I put my hands in the water, Tyler appeared at the door, no longer wearing his shorts. Naked and sporting another erection, and carrying Bill’s handcuffs, tit clamps, and the jar of lube in his hands, he waved the cuffs at me and asked one simple question “OK?

I said yes instantly and had my wrists cuffed behind me, ignoring the fact that I was being made helpless by a young man whose friend had gay bashed me only six nights before. But as usual, my dick was doing all my thinking and luckily it was proved right. He showed that he’d been listening to what I’d said about my love of tit work by sticking clamps on my nipples and tugging hard on the chain that connected them. When I tried to drop to the floor, thinking he’d want me to suck his cock, he turned me around instead, hobbled me by pulling my shorts down to my knees then bent my body over the sink. There was a short pause while he slicked some lube on his dick and then he pushed right up against me. After poking a greasy finger up in me he pulled it out right away and whispered in my ear.

“Man, that hole’s still greasy from before. It don’t need any more lube. It’s begging for it and my dick’s hot. Get ready, here we go!”

With that, he shoved his cock straight into me, filling me with one long fast stroke, totally different to the slow and gentle way he’d entered me two hours before. It wasn’t just the beers talking; they had their effect, but it was more his coming out as a young top; confident and aggressive now, keen to take advantage of my passive eagerness. As he pumped away, I looked up into the kitchen window in front of my face. It was pitch black outside and with the kitchen being brightly lit, the window acted as a mirror, showing me the look of sadistic glee on his face as he worked his cock in me, making me squeal with excitement. There was no doubt about it; he was having a great time, letting himself enjoy the new world I’d exposed him to.

By this time of night, he’d sunk a few too many beers, which had reduced his inhibitions, but not surprisingly meant that he didn’t last as long as he had earlier that evening, especially since he was working his dick in and out of my arse like nobody’s business. He tried to escort niğde hold back, but his orgasm came on so suddenly and intensely that before either of us were ready, a barrage of cum had exploded up into me and a moment later his sweaty, body had fallen forward onto my back. We stayed stuck together like that for a couple of minutes until he pulled himself up and his cock popped out.

But he wasn’t finished with giving evidence of his newly discovered dominating nature. Grabbing my shoulders, he pulled me up and turned me around, pushed me down to my knees, and waved his greasy, cum covered dick in my face.

“You look like you wanted to suck on it just now. Well, this is your chance, get on it while it’s still hard.”

He stared down at me with a naughty grin on his face the whole time I worked his cock and didn’t allow me to get to my feet until all remnants of cum and lube were gone from his softening cock. Now the only thing left “sticking out” was my dick, still stiff and leaking precum. You’d think it would be hard to miss, but Tyler, seemingly unaware, picked up the key to the handcuffs and was about to take them off when I spoke up. He might be the dominant partner, but that didn’t mean he could ignore my sexual needs!

“Hey Tyler, can you leave the cuffs on please? They keep me kind of excited. You’ve cum four times this week so far and can you help me get off, just this once? I’d really appreciate it and I won’t take long; I promise.”

Seeing a flicker of confusion or maybe panic cross his face, I realised he thought I was asking him to suck me off or even to bend over for me. Knowing that there was no way he was ready for any of that any time soon, I hastened to put his mind at rest.

“Come on man, I just want you to jerk me off, OK. Hey look, our dicks are pretty much the same size, so it’s just like beating yourself off. I’m near the edge and I’ll pop off pretty much as soon as you grab hold. How about it Tyler; do me this favour?”

I must have sounded desperate enough to convince him. He put the key to the cuffs down, came around behind me and took hold of my bouncing, leaky dick. He began jerking it, slow and hesitant at first, but then getting into a smooth rhythm, which must have been the same way he jerked his own meat off. It felt good and he was getting me close, but like every other man I was used to masturbating my own way and this wasn’t it. As time ticked by and I still hadn’t gotten off, I worried that he was going to get pissed off and give up on me.

Fortunately, he came up with the answer. While his right hand kept busy jerking my cock, his left hand had been absent mindedly fondling my ass cheeks until suddenly, with no prompting from me, he shoved a couple of fingers from his idle hand up into my hole, still wet and greasy with lube and his cum. It felt good, but when those fingers, by pure luck, found my prostate, it was all over; my body shook and a burst of cum shot out of me, making a mess on the floor at our feet.

We were finished for the night. He uncuffed me, plucked the clamps off my tits and disappeared into the living room to find his clothes. I pulled my shorts up and wiped up my mess from off the floor, and when he popped back in to say goodnight, I thanked him and told him how much I’d enjoyed the evening. When he responded with a smug “you’re welcome” I couldn’t help but ask what he’d enjoyed the most.

“The first time, back in the bedroom, I was kind of nervous and worried and didn’t know whether I was hurting you, especially right at the start. But when I saw how much you were liking it, I started to get into it, and it felt real good. But what we did just now was the tops, man. When you let me put you in the cuffs, I can’t believe how excited that got me. I loved seeing you in cuffs and bending you over and shoving my dick up that greasy hole of yours. I was in charge, and you were helpless, and you couldn’t stop me doing whatever I wanted. It got me so fucking hot, man, wow!”

I could see as I listened to him that after just a few scenes together, the nervous boy whose dick I’d sucked off four nights previously was already morphing into a real Top Man. And he confirmed the change in him a moment later as he walked out of the front door. He told me he’d be back tomorrow evening at six, informing me of his next visit, rather than waiting for an invitation from me.

I liked having him take charge and as a result, spent most of Saturday in a state of excitement, waiting for what the evening would bring. I came up from the beach in plenty of time and spent a long time in the shower with the enema hose, making sure I was perfectly clean. Then, pulling on a pair of shorts I sat down with a big tumbler of gin and tonic to wait for his arrival.

I didn’t hear him drive up and he didn’t bother to knock, surprising me by walking straight into the living room. Looking up from where I sat on the couch, I could see that he had dressed to impress; he was wearing a skin-tight white t-shirt and a pair of cut-off denim shorts. I started to get up off the couch to greet him but dropped back to my seat surprise when he strode over and stood over me, pulling down his zipper to expose his half-hard cock. Staring directly at me, he fondled it while muttering his first words since he’d entered the room,

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(Thanks to my prereaders. This is a multipart story. No sex in the first part)

It was another restless night. I looked like hell in the morning and I knew I was keeping her up also with my tossing and turning and insomnia. After months of this, my lack of sleep was starting to affect everything: work, life at home, my energy, my libido.

I tried to self-diagnose. I journaled; I changed my routines; I ate differently; I tried everything on the over-the-counter market. Nothing seemed to help.

My wife and I were eating dinner one night when she reminded me that we have access to a number of therapy sessions through her EAP. She said she had talked with her friend Dan and that his husband was having similar issues and got help through the EAP.

At this point, while I wasn’t thrilled about my wife talking about my mental, and physical, issues with one of her coworkers, I felt like I was running out of options.

She emailed me from work the next day with a link to the EAP and mentioned the name of the therapist Dan’s husband worked with. That evening after dinner I sat down and worked through the EAP process and got a referral and appointment to this therapist. Not surprisingly he was busy, but I was able nevşehir escort bayan to get an appointment early the next week.

Unfortunately, these steps gave me no relief from my insomnia and restlessness, but at least I had an appointment.

The therapist told me to call him Erin when I arrived at his office. He was a little taller than me and clearly spent time in the gym. He had an ease about him that I presume is common with all good therapists. He ushered me into his office and had me sit in a chair. He sat opposite me in a matching chair and picked up his notebook. We went through the rituals of introductions and stating my issues. I noticed a slight, sweet, relaxing scent in the air and mentioned it.

Erin chuckled and said he didn’t use anything like that, but if it helped me relax, then by all means. We continued talking and occasionally I’d notice him stretching his legs or uncrossing them. I couldn’t help but notice that his suit pants couldn’t hide what appeared to be an impressive bulge.

I like to think of myself as heteroflexible, but really it’s mostly in my mind when I need something new to stroke to. My wife and I had a great relationship and nevşehir escort I’d never stepped out, even when I had the chance.

The 55-minute hour seemed to fly by; we had barely scratched the surface of my issues, it seemed but I felt better already. We made an appointment for the same time next week and shook hands as I departed his office.

As I was leaving I took a peek at his package.

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I slept a little better over the next couple of nights. I began to feel somewhat more normal and rested. Not well-rested, mind, but better. One thing I noticed was that when I woke, I had massive (for me) morning wood. I’m not 25, so I was pleased, and surprised, to see that even a little REM sleep seemed to bring back my erection. My wife, however, was exhausted and had no desire to touch me, much less have sex.

Then the weekend came. I again was repeating the cycle of insomnia and restlessness. My morning erection also disappeared.

I did notice, however, that when I would find myself drifting off, I began thinking about my therapist, particularly his cock, and I’d start to get aroused. As I said earlier, I consider myself heteroflexible, so getting off to a cock escort nevşehir wasn’t that big of a deal to me.

The new week started and I dragged myself through work until my next appointment.

Erin again greeted me at the door and led me in. He had rearranged his office and he had me lie on a couch this time. Very cliche, I told him, smiling. He chuckled his deep chuckle and agreed, but said the layout was working for his clients.

I again sensed as much as smelled that aroma from the last session. He again waved it off and said it must be the perfume the client before me wore. That made sense and I let it go, starting to talk about my insomnia.

I reached a pause in our discussion when he stopped to consult his notes. He then asked me about the days when I had morning erections. I didn’t remember mentioning those, but figured I must have at some point, and started telling him about waking up hard.

I also talked about how my wife was exhausted and I hadn’t been great company, so she was understandably not interested in anything sensual with me.

He asked me to talk about that a little more. As he did, he shifted in his seat and briefly spread his legs, stretching. I got a glimpse of his bulge through his pants as I was talking. I think I briefly lost my train of thought, but then talked more about my wife.

Soon enough the session ended. Erin walked very closely behind me, putting his hand on my lower back as he showed me out of the office. We shook hands again as I made the appointment for next week.

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I had a postgraduate interview with one of the highest regarded top tier employers in the region which held influence with all of the most critical sociology-political-economic power brokers within not just the “tri-state” area but the majority of eastern half of the country.

A team of their headhunters had been scouting me since I submitted my doctoral thesis that I was scheduled to defend in order to finally be awarded my PhD which had been the driving concern and focus of my adult life until this point. I had researched Fletcher, James and Associates and maxed out my last available credit card to buy the suite and tie all indicators showed was the most favored among these corporate mogul elites. I barely slept the night before going over in my mind all the variables I needed to account for and information I might be asked to explain or justify by the hiring committee which was being led by no less than three of the members of the board. This was a significantly big deal.

I arrived 15 minutes early and was in the lobby reception area awaiting to be called back. The last thing I needed was to be distracted by a member of the front desk security personnel I tried to focus on anything else other than this 20 something’s squared jaw, those dark piercing eyes that glinted amber and emerald depending on the angle of the light or his jet black hair that was one of nature’s cruelest tricks that would make anyone instantly envious and wish they had been born equally as blessed.

No, this is too important for you to screw up. I had taken Doctor Flanagan’s advice and worn an Egyptian cotton undershirt freshly laundered and “G-string” underwear that was so sheer and minimal that it was practically not there at all. My Mentoring Professor said that was all to distract my brain from over analyzing this very precipitous moment that could make or break my burgeoning career. He had said it was a confidence booster, they gave me a secret that only I knew and that those appraising my worth would instinctively detect and want to hear more from me in the hope they would know my nugget of wisdom as well.

Instead of confidence, I felt exposed. Like I was sweating through the most expensive outfit of clothes I have ever owned. When the guard stood up to sign off on a package my heart sank in my chest and my blood ran cold as he stepped around the desk to inspect and log said delivery. He was without question one of the most handsome men I had seen in my life and I had been friends with my Alma Mater’s wrestling and gymnast teams.

Confidence Doctor Flanagan? More like libidinal overdrive! I thought I was going to pass out when I thought the guard had clocked my gaze. I had not even had the interview and I was about to be banned from the premises for leering at an employee barred from consideration for harassing the help.

My heart jumped into my throat when with ex-military precision he marched over to me saying “You can go in now.” I tried to compose myself as I said “Thank You” hoping for a more masculine tone that only sounded like a mouse squeak in my ear.

Once out of sight my natural biorhythm returned and I was able to better focus on the task at hand, proving my worth as their best possible applicant and the correct choice to fill the vacancy as one of their esteemed colleagues.

The interview itself flew by in the blink of an eye without incident, snafu or embarrassment; all the prep-work paid off when I defaulted to clinical rote being informative without the slightest hint of self-righteous arrogance or sheepish unpreparedness. muş escort It all seemed to go as well as it possibly could.

Once excused by the committee I went back to my car feeling a sense of relief that I had done the best I could and had not made a fool of myself before I even got in the door. The weather was mild and pleasant so I had the top down on my car. I just barely had paid off sitting in the driver’s seat gathering my thoughts before heading home when the security guard came around from behind and asked how it had gone.

He looked amused when I jumped startled by the unexpected query. In a moment the arousal started simmering in my brain as I felt movement in my groin that I tried and hoped went unnoticed by the guard. Mustering as much self control as I could I replied “it seemed to go well, Thank You for asking.” The guard handed me a validated parking pass and I headed home being mindful not to run over the guard as I exited the parking area.

My apartment I shared with three other post grad students which normally didn’t bother me since we all tended to focus on our studies and did not interfere with each other much. Tonight was different. Each had finished and submitted our respective doctoral theses and were waiting to hear back from the panels when our defense would be scheduled. It was 2 weeks till the next major school break so we knew historically it would be next week in all probability but everyone was keyed up and nervous. The energy of the room was frenetic and so I went to the apartment complex clubhouse to work off some of that nervous energy in the weight room set up there. This was my first time here, usually I was on campus when the mood to hit the gym would strike.

You could have knocked me down with a feather when once I used my apartment pass key card to open the door, who should be inside already halfway through a routine set, but none other than the security guard I got so hot and bothered by before the interview.

He was only wearing the thinnest of running shorts, the one with the built in jock support so that with each pull of the leg curl I was able to get an ample view of that amazing bubble butt that I had only seen the outline of in his uniform earlier. Switching off to the pull down bar I got an even better view of his muscular torso that had just the right amount of hair to frame his pecs perfectly. He noticed my arrival as my eyes were following that tantalizing treasure trail in the clefts of those well defined abs of his.

He woke me from my internal revelry by saying, “Well, if it is not the up and comer in the flesh.” It took me a moment to discern if he was being sarcastically snide or genuinely welcoming. He was apparently a regular. I said hello and started alternating between triceps and biceps before switching to behind the head lateral pull downs. I almost lost my grip when he said how much more defined I looked out of that stuffy suit I was wearing earlier. I balked, thinking surely I had not heard him correctly when he came around behind me with a voice like velvet and said how much he had enjoyed seeing me watching him at the office.

When he suggested that I follow him back to his place for some cardio I gave up all pretense of trying to deny what I was feeling. We walked back towards the G units and were soon in his living room. I barely had time to notice the evidence of his living alone as we shed the sweat soaked workout rags and got serious about that cardio workout he had promised.

I felt like I was on some sort of escort muş aphrodisiac with the way every muscle and nerve fiber came to life with his touch. It was like we were on the wrestling mat with each of us vying for optimal positioning as we worked our way through the oral warm up appetizers.

The security guard surprised me when he slipped seamlessly from giving me head to suck each of my balls with a distinctive popping sound as they went in and out of his mouth. While I was still on the blowjob part of this 69 he followed the cleft between my balls with that talented tongue of his up my perineum and proceeded to rim me with the intensity and prowess of someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

The next thing I realized he had lubed me up so well and I was still so enthralled by the surprising sensory overload that I barely registered being flipped over onto my stomach and feeling that uncut cock of this retired vet as it penetrated me with the precision of a guided pilot missile. I was so worked up by the experience earlier in the day and the gym that it never even occurred to me to mind that he could not have put on a condom in the swift of a transition.

I had to buy a polyethylene condom because of how chafed latex made me hurt and vinyl was more of a problem for the top. It had been years since I last bottomed. I was grateful that I had a colonic that morning to make sure there was no chance of an inadvertent mid-interview gas embarrassment. But there was no way he would have known about any of that!

God that cock feels so good though, it had been way too long since I had a good release like this. It was apparent my security guard was the take charge kind of guys, undoubtedly something carried over from his tour of duty. I wish I had a camera filming this so I could see those muscles of his rippling and undulating as he fucked me furiously with an undeniable passion and intensity. I was just along for the ride as he drove every inch of his uncut cock every way imaginable. It was a good thing I was into the moment as much as his guard was because in his wild abandon I doubt he would have heard or heeded any attempts I would have made in denial or protest; such was the animistic desire we both had in this moment.

I remember hearing the lid of the lube bottle pop as he opened it and how cold it felt as he squirted on my hot hole before diving head first back inside in yet another reposition. I guess I was so dazed and not responding quick enough for him before he picked me up like it was nothing for him and moments later I was ass up on the upholstered arm of the couch face down on the cushion with one hand on the side of my head holding me down while this apparently recently returned military maverick made me his bitch. His bravado both aroused and frightened me. I had always been very clinical in my sexual encounters, some saying even cold and sterile. This encounter most definitely was not anywhere close to my accustomed experience.

It was as if he had just been released from at least a year’s incarceration such was the ferocity and aggressive determination with which he dicked my hole. When he flipped me over while still on the couch I was shocked at just how rock hard and aroused I was. Even my nipples were hard points at attention. I heard the sound of the lube bottle squirting but it must have been directly on his cock just before he shoved it back in balls deep. Each thrust made my dick bounce and flop all around so much that it was practically a hand-job. Within a moment muş escort bayan I was shooting out copious ropes of white cum all over the place. The muscle contractions of my ejaculation must have been what he needed since not long after he was plastering my guts with his own with the growling roar so animalistic I actually wondered if he had been possessed. It is October after all.

What happened next caught me off guard. Somehow he had an apparatus at the ready where he looped rope around my ankles and then hoisted my body up feet first with my legs spread akimbo. My now sore and thoroughly used hole was wide open and easily accessible. I felt like I was drunk or in one of those dreams that you can not wake up from. The Security Guard I had been crushing on earlier in the day was downing his second beer, sweat dripping off of him like he had been running in a rainstorm. He opened a third brown glass bottle and chugged it down like it was water leaving 1 bottle out of the six pack he had in the fridge.

The next I felt his semi-erect piss hard was shoved as far into my roughly used hole as he could manage. Bewildered by what he could possibly have in mind I was stunned when I felt the oddest of sensations. It took me a minute to realize what was happening. The guy I had been crushing on proved nothing like what I had hoped and was now emptying his bladder in my ass which trussed up like this gave maximum capacity. I would later be grateful after a friend told me uric acid killed bacteria and was an archaic form of birth control. Well, considering guys can not get pregnant rectally I am still not sure what that was all about. As dazed as I was he must have put something in my water bottle when I was not looking to be this incapacitated.

The next thing I knew he was blind folding me and tying my hands behind my back. It is surreal not to be able to see what is going on around you. I heard the door open and close, then the sound of a truck pulling up front. Then I hear the cap on the last bottle of beer being opened. I waited to hear the sound of it being drunk when suddenly I felt this jerk shoving it neck first in my hole which was still trussed up over my head so I felt the waste of a perfectly good bottle of beer being emptied in my guts. I will never forget the burning sensation the alcohol made in my guts as I writhed trying to get free but by that point he had shoved a ball-gag in my mouth and duct taped it in place.

I consigned myself that I was about to die and what a fool I was for getting involved with someone I never even actually knew. I must have passed out because the next thing I knew was the sound of police sirens outside and the warmth of the sun on my naked and abused body.

The Security Guard was nowhere to be found. He had emptied the apartment overnight of everything except the makeshift wood and rope contraption the police found me still suspended feet over head with the now empty beer bottle wedged firmly in my ass. I heard crime scene photos being taken before I was freed and the blindfold removed.

Evidently he had been hired under a fully documented alias so thorough it never set off any alerts or alarms. My assailant was never captured nor was I hired by Fletcher, James and Associates

I was granted a sabbatical by the college due to this horrifying experience after which I successfully defended my doctoral thesis, though I suspect the faculty took it easy on me. I am lucky to be alive, I realize that, but I have to always have someone I trust near me and the lights have to always be on. I have not been able to face a gym or sports event and always have to sit with my back to the wall facing whatever room I am in and within sight of the exit. My therapist says in time these will pass and that I should just be thankful if not grateful to have survived the ordeal at all.

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