Homecoming

Posted on 13 Mayıs 2024 by admin

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Author’s Note: I would like to dedicate this story to all my brothers and sisters in uniform and their significant others. As I close in on my retirement I cannot thank you all enough for the great job you all do every day. Whether you are currently serving or served at any time in the past, I salute you all.

As always I eagerly encourage you to rate my story and/or post a comment. I love to hear from the readers.

It’s hard to believe that a whole year has gone by. For the past 365 days we have been forced to live apart, but finally I am home. A sigh of heartfelt thanks escapes me as I pick up my heavy bags and load them into our SUV. With retirement right around the corner this should be the last time we are forced to be apart for such a long stretch of time. The sorrow and the heartache are behind us now and our life together can finally resume. All the frustration of insane time differences, poor communication, and bottled up feelings is now over.

I look over at you, your deep brown eyes still shiny from the recently shed tears of joy. You wore your wavy brown hair down today, knowing that I have always loved the way it frames your beautiful face. Your make-up is light, just enough to accent your features without burying them, just the way I like it. A set of diamond stud earrings flash occasionally as your hair shifts in the light Texas breeze. A white blouse with an eye-catching purple design graces your body, showing off nothing but enhancing your chest all the same with just a hint of cleavage at times. Your outfit is complete with a pair of skin tight designer jeans and a set of black wedge sandals that show off your pedicure. It leaves you with a very sexy look, but in a classy way. I drink you in deeply as I hit the button that closes the hatch.

Suddenly you are in my arms once again. This time no tears fall as our mouths quickly lock together in a deep and passionate kiss. My arms encircle you, holding you close to me, my hands gliding up and down your back and down onto your tight ass. Your lips part and I eagerly seek your tongue out with mine. They meet and quickly begin to dance. We both moan at the feeling, so long since either of us has felt that simple pleasure. I grab ahold of your ass and pull you even more firmly against my body. A small shiver creeps its way up your spin as you easily feel my arousal bulging in my crotch that is pressed tightly up against your lower abdomen. A whole year we have gone without. A year that our bodies our now wanting to erase as quickly as possible.

The kiss breaks and we gaze into each other’s eyes. There is love there, so true and deep that nobody could ever take it from us. Still, there is something much more than just love. It is a feeling of longing, a deep and burning passion that has been left to simmer for far too long. Now, so recently reunited, that simmer is rapidly building to a boil. It is primal; a need that has gone unfulfilled that is now awakening from its long slumber with our bodies pressed together so close. Like a great cat, it stretches within us both.

“Did I mention that the kids are spending the night at a friend’s house?” Your voice is low and filled with desire. Your fingers run up the back of my neck in a gentle caress. A low growl escapes me as my hands match yours. As my fingers make their way into your hair I deftly sweep your dark curls away from the side of your neck. I see your eyes go heavy a second before I lean in and latch my lips onto the sensitive skin just below your ear. You stiffen as your body reacts to the rush of heat that explodes through you. You almost jerk away, so sensitive after so long apart, but my one hand quickly grips you tight by the hair on the back of your head as my other slides down your back to once again press you tightly against me. My tongue bathes the side of your neck now, starting low and tracing a hot, wet path upwards until it contacts your ear. You moan even louder as I roughly pull your head further to the side by your hair and then latch my teeth onto your earlobe with more than just a light nibble. Your body quivers in response, like an electric shock that zips through your body to explode in your now very hot pussy.

Finally I pull back and let go of your hair. Our eyes meet again, and this time there is no denying that the beast as truly awakened within us both. “Take me home.” My voice is deep and you have no doubt that those words carry far more meaning than just the simple statement I have made. We break apart from our embrace and quickly jump into the SUV.

The drive home is too long. Although the airport is a mere five miles from our home, it seems to last an eternity. I try to relax, the long flight from overseas having taken its toll on me. I busy myself eating a quick meal that you picked up for me from a fast food joint on the way to the airport. As excited to get home as I am, I almost lose myself in the simple bliss of a real, honest to goodness cheeseburger. No more funny food with strange tastes and smells. I actually grin to myself as you weave in and out Betist of traffic aggressively. This coming weekend we will fire up the grill and enjoy life with the kids in our new home.

Once again I sigh in complete happiness as I finish my very unhealthy dinner, chasing the whole thing down with a couple of long swigs from the coke that came with the meal. I am so simply amazed at how perfect you are for me. You are so beautiful, so strong, so determined. Being a military wife is never an easy life, but you always seem to pull it off. Not only that but you stay positive through it all. Our new home is just the latest example of you being able to move forward, letting nothing get in your way. Here I am deployed half way around the world, and when I come home you have handled the arduous task of finding the perfect home for us and our family, going through the financial nightmare of securing the mortgage, and getting everything moved in and set up, all so that when I returned home I wouldn’t have to worry about any of it. It was just yet one more sign of why I know I found the perfect woman to share life with. Of course as we pull into the driveway and you park the car in the garage, I quickly remember one of the other reasons you and I are so perfectly matched.

The tension skyrockets between us as you turn the key to kill the engine. You reach up and push the button to close the garage door. The ticking of the cooling engine is quickly drowned out as the door makes its way down the metal tracks to seal itself. Without a word we both quickly climb out of the SUV and head into the house, my bags forgotten in the back. They will still be there later, but we both have much more important things to attend to.

As we burst into the house we are all over each other in an instant. We barely make it into the kitchen before the clothes start to come off. You quickly sling your purse onto the kitchen counter where it promptly tumbles to the floor spilling half of its contents. I begin to stop, but your hands push me. “Leave it.” You growl as you quickly begin to pull my shirt over my head. A tangle ensues as I attempt to do the same. We laugh for a second and then you push my hands away and quickly resume your work of getting me unclothed as quickly as possible.

As my shirt finally comes off you waste not a second throwing it to the ground and reaching for my pants. I do a little quick dance of kicking my shoes off by prying them away from my feet with the opposing foot. I accomplish this quickly and with minimal stumbling as I once again focus on getting your shirt off. The button on my pants pops open and you stop for a second, just long enough to lift your arms and allow me to pull your shirt up and off. It lands somewhere in the hallway leading to the bedroom. In a flash your hands are back on my pants ripping the zipper down as I now attempt to reach around behind you to undo your bra. I growl as I can’t seem to find it as you begin to shove my pants down over my hips along with my boxer briefs.

“Front.” You voice is husky, the heat of the moment deepening your normally tone. I blink as I try to grasp the meaning of that one word until my eyes lock onto the clasp located between the two cups of your bra. A sly grin forms on my lips as I quickly slide one finger up underneath the clasp. I start to pull just as you literally step onto the crotch of my pants and underwear to shove them the rest of the way down my legs. It more than accomplishes the task but they bunch up at my ankles causing me to pitch backwards. Your bra jerks you towards me, and then the clasp breaks open. I have a fleeting glimpse of your wonderful tits as I fly back and smack into the door leading to our bedroom.

It does little to slow my fall however as it was left slightly ajar. Ultimately I finish my fall hard onto my ass just inside the doorway. The door adds insult to injury as it swings wildly open, hits the door stop, and then springs back at me to smack me on my quickly raised arm.

“Oh, shit. Baby, are you okay?” You quickly bend over, your tits hanging out of your now ruined bra. I growl at the sight before me.

“Fine.” I respond and then I quickly sit back up and pull you down into my lap. My very hard cock presses hard into your ass as you straddle me. My lips quickly latch onto your left nipple in a hungry frenzy. Your body shivers as my tongue begins to swirl and flick.

“Oh, I see.” A gasp escapes from you. “Yes. Oh fuck that feels soooo good.” I switch to the other nipple, sucking it fully into my mouth and then running my tongue over it. My hands are suddenly back at your waist, moving around to try and get at the button to your jeans. You shed the ruined bra and then in an awkward move you bend back as much as you can while making sure that my lips stay locked into place. You know you’ve pulled as far away as you dare when you feel that sweet sensation of my teeth locking on to your sensitive flesh. You gasp loudly as once again a line of liquid heat flashes through your body, like there is a direct nerve Betist Giriş going from your nipple to your clit. You struggle to reach your sandals as you feel first the button pop open on your pants and then my fingers roughly pulling the zipper down.

My hands are pushing your pants down, but the angle is all wrong. Once again I growl, this time in frustration. You manage to get one foot free, but with the way you are pulled down onto me you can’t seem to get your hand to the other sandal to remove it. This position just isn’t working. You cry out in surprise as my lips leave your nipple and both hands lock around the small of your back. With a heavy grunt I push up with my groan and then quickly fling us both to the side and roll you under me.

“You know, there is a bed just a few feet away.” You smile up at me.

“Too far away.” I’m possessed at this point. I sit up and quickly tug your remaining sandal from your foot. Once it is out of the way, flying off to some distant location back down the hall, I sit up onto my knees and grab ahold of the bottom of your pants legs and quickly jerk them off of you. They go flying over your head as I toss them away. Your panties quickly follow suit. For a second I stop and gaze down at your body in all its naked glory. Your pale skin so creamy. Your full lush tits with your nipples erect begging to be sucked on. My eyes burn as they follow your curves down over your hips and tight ass. Onto your thighs and across your very bald mound. Then as if you are reading my mind your legs spread open and I can see your very wet and aroused pussy. You slink your hand down over your stomach and quickly slide a finger into you delicate folds, spreading them even further open to expose your pink, sweet center.

“Is this what you want?” Your voice is husky as you rub your finger back and forth over your clit a few times. Your eyes make a similar trip over my body, my shoulders and chest, down over my abs, and ultimately ending with a long and pointed stare at my very erect and throbbing seven inch cock that is pointed right between your legs. Your fingers quickly move away from your hot cunt as you pull them back up and slip them into your mouth. “Mmmmm, so yummy. You should try a taste.”

You actually shriek out as I quickly dive forward and bury my very eager mouth onto your very wet pussy. You shriek yet again as my tongue dives into your wet folds, lapping up your juices as I attempt to devour you whole. For the next few minutes all you can do is gasp and groan as I suck, lick, and nipple on your sweet hole. I’m like a starving man at a feast. My tongue is everywhere, circling and flicking your clit, then gliding down and in as I shove it as far into you as possible. Then further down, past the end of your hot cunt and tickling the flesh that separates it from your tight little asshole. Back up to your clit as I suck on it, pulling it up in between my lips and rapidly flicking my tongue over it.

Your body tenses up as you can already feel your orgasm starting to build, the first of many you are sure. It is there, so close. Then you feel me slide a finger inside you. Once more you groan in pleasure as it quickly finds that special spot inside you. Slowly it starts to rub on it, back and forth across it as my tongue continues the assault on your clit. It’s building faster, roaring through your body now. Like a powerful river being held back by a cracked dam. My tongue circles your clit again, faster and faster, swirling and driving hard against that sensitive little nub. My finger continues its slow but steady rub back and forth over your g-spot.

“Yes. Oh, that’s it. Fuuucck! YES! I’m going to cum, baby. Please don’t stop.” Your hands move onto your tits as you grab them and squeeze your nipples hard. A shiver pulses through your body as this just heightens the feeling in your clit more. You buck your hips as I once more suck your clit back in between my lips. My tongue goes insane flicking it back and forth hard and fast as I sense your pending eruption.

“OHHHH!! YES!! Soooo Good!!! FuuucccCCCCKKK!!!” You explode in a blaze of heat. Somewhere you hear yourself cry out a long and loud moan of pure pleasure. Your whole body tightens up violently, your hips bucking uncontrollably as you reach down with one hand and forcefully hold my head in place against your pulsing cunt. I continue to work my tongue on your clit as I now slide yet another finger into you and work your g-spot even more. Again you scream out your release as this makes you peak again. You know somewhere in your mind that you have boiled over and flooded out only because my tongue is no longer just on your clit, but everywhere as I attempt to catch all your wonderful juices as they flow out of your very wet cunt.

Slowly your body starts to reform itself as I finally slide my fingers out of you. With glazed-over eyes you look down your body at my face trapped in between your thighs. A smile graces your lips as you release your muscles and give me a chance at some much needed air. My mouth and chin are still very much drenched with your juices, but it is the look in my eyes that makes you gasp with lust. Yes, the beast has truly been let loose now. You stretch as you feel your own primal urges respond.

“I am so going to fuck the shit out of you.” My voice is dark, wicked almost. You shiver in response and then cry out as I suddenly jump up from in between your legs. You barely have time to get your own legs under you as I reach down and once again grab you by the hair at the back of your head in a strong grip. You get your hands up onto my forearm to help stave off some of the pain you feel as I literally pull you to your feet. You shriek a little at the abruptness but your inner cat purrs in delight. Then I am spinning you in place as my other arm reaches around your middle and pulls you back into me tight. You groan deeply as you feel my very hard cock pressed hard against your ass.

I finally let go of your hair but then my arm is down and across your upper chest, my hand quickly rushing up and grabbing you hard around the throat. “Hope you enjoyed that tongue bath my pet. Now it is my turn and I fully plan on making use of every one of your fuck holes. Master is home.” You whimper in response as I pick you up simply by leaning back and taking your weight onto my chest. I then carry you finally the rest of the way into the bedroom and dump you onto our bed. You land sprawled out on your stomach with your head away from me, but once again I quickly bend over and grab you by your hair and pull you around. “On your back, slut.”

You shiver in response, but quickly and eagerly comply. With my hand still in your hair I pull you a bit more and position your head so that it is slightly hanging off the side of the bed. A thrill goes through you as you begin to anticipate what is about to happen next. I finally let go of your hair and you gaze up my body and into my eyes. Your soul responds to the darkness in my eyes. Your breathing is harsh and fast, your whole body flushed with the heat of the moment. I reach down with both hands and grab ahold of your nipples between my thumb and forefinger. You whimper low in your throat as I pinch them hard and then slowly begin to twist. Your whimper turns into a moan and then a cry as the pain flashes hard through your body. Of course this is just what I was waiting for as I quickly bury my cock in your now open mouth and effectively cut off your cry.

You seal you lips around my hard cock as I finally ease up on your nipples. “Suck it, slut. You have had a year of no practice so I don’t imagine you will do a good job at it, but Master will remind you quickly.” You start to bob your head slowly up and down on my hard shaft, swirling your tongue around the head as it slides in and out of your mouth. You feel me lean my body forward a bit more, pushing more of my throbbing cock into your mouth. “Yes, that’s it. You like sucking on my hard cock, don’t you?”

You nod your head in response as your tongue flicks back and forth just under the head of my dick. “I can’t hear your head nodding. I asked you if you like sucking my hard cock, slut.” With that I slap your left tit hard. You cry out around my hard cock.

“Yes.” You gasp as my cock slides out of your mouth.

“Yes, What?!!” My gaze is hard, boring into your eyes with a deep intensity. You shiver as your mind finally succumbs. It has been so long.

“Yes, Master. I love sucking your hard cock, Master.” With that you once again try to latch your lips around my hard dick, but I pull away slightly so that your questing mouth misses it.

“Because?”

You whimper. “Because I’m a dirty little slut.” Your voice is now very subdued and contrite. The forcefully repressed submissive in you slowly slinks its way back into your psyche, a long forgotten friend. This is yet another reason we are so compatible; my need to dominate, your need to be dominated.

“Because you are MY dirty little slut. Now suck my balls.” With that I quickly reach down and hold my hard dick up out of the way. Your mouth quickly opens back up as your tongue reaches out and swirls around my sensitive balls. You can almost sense how heavy with cum they are after so long. Your tongue glides over them, around and underneath, searching out that sensitive spot just behind them. You run your tongue over it slowly as you feel me shiver in response. Then you gently suck one of them into your mouth and bathe it with your tongue. You finally release it and open your mouth to move to the other, but suddenly I release my hard cock and shove it back into your open mouth.

“Fuck, that feels so good. ” My hands wrap themselves back around your throat as I begin to piston my cock in and out of your mouth. You moan around my pumping flesh as I begin to drive it deeper and deeper. My hands around your throat tighten as I finally bottom out with my cock lodged in your throat. I pause there as I savor the feeling of your throat wrapped around the head of my cock. You try to suppressing your gag muscles as much as possible, but with my hands around your throat it is almost impossible to do as it just makes the sensation that much more intense. Your eyes begin to tear up and you involuntarily reach up with your hands to push at my thighs.

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Welcome to Paradise Pt. 01

Posted on 13 Mayıs 2024 by admin

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This is my first time writing, and is a work of fiction all comments are appreciated.

As the plane taxied to the gate on this island paradise in the Caribbeans, I relaxed for the first time since leaving my home to catch the flight.

I was on vacation for the first time in a very long time, I had accumulated 3 months of vacation time and it was take it or lose it, so here I am.

Looking for the perfect getaway, I happened up an Island retreat with beach-side accommodation, daily fitness, yoga, spa and island excursions all inclusive, to top it off, it was limited to 15 visitors at a time. I was sold!

As I exited the arrivals, among the people waiting, there stood a women holding a sign with my name on it, as I got a closer look at her my jaw almost dropped, she was the exotic women I had ever seen, she stood 5’8 long blond hair, her complexion an island mix, with a smoking hot body, dressed in a sexy t-shirt tied up over her tummy, showing off her ample cleavage and very fit tummy! along with cut off jean shorts showing up the most incredible legs!

I walked up to her and said hey that’s my name, she gave me a big smile and said welcome to paradise I am Anahi with the most beautiful island accent ever .

She took my knapsack and started to lead the way towards our transportation, I am not sure what I was expecting but when we reached it I was surprised to see a full size touring motorcycle.

Anahi, saw the puzzled look on my face and with the most casual tone says, are you afraid of bikes?

No, I am just not sure how we will get my bag on there, she then proceeds to strap my bag to the side luggage rack and just like that we were set.

She hands me a helmet and goggles and she says get on behind me and hold unto me.

I am thinking to myself wow this vacation just got better I am getting a ride with this hot woman and I get to hold onto her smoking hot body!

Anahi pulls us out of the airport and onto the highway, and starts to pick up some speed, not having ridden on the back of a bike before, I held onto her for my life, my body hugging hers, as I tried to enjoy the scenery my mind went wandering to the rest of her body, I started to get hard, and for the rest of the ride my hardon was well pushed into her back..

The ride to our “resort was bout 20 fast minutes, when we got there she help me hop of the bike and catch my balance, before taking my bag and showing me to my accommodation, from the outside it looks like a big sturdy wood hut, but once inside it was like a 5 star hotel, very tastefully decorated, with a big bedroom and the most comfortable king size bed I have ever felt, istanbul travesti along with a seating area inside and outside, along with my own private swimming pool, which was fenced in by lushes tropical trees and flowers.

She deposited my bag and said, would you like me to call the masseuse to unwind from your travels and ride that said with a sly smile, I replied that would be great, Anahi took out a massage table from a closet and said get comfortable, she will be in shortly.

I kick of my shoes and take of my shirt and lay down on the bed, and start to daze off, when I hear hello I am Maria here for your massage, started I sit up and there standing over me is the most sexy Latina women I have ever laid eyes on, she was 5’3 petite but filled out in all of the right places, wearing a masseuse uniform, cut-off white blouse and short blue skirt, leaving nothing to the imagination!!

I get up and she tells me to take everything off and get on the table face down ,and that she will be back in a moment, I finish undressing and lay down on the table.

She came back into the room, and dimmed the lights and lit a few scented candles and started to work on my upper back working out the knots that come from sitting on a few airplanes and the bike ride.

Maria’s strong hands felt amazing on my back, her body touch mine sending electric shocks right down my spine, as her magical hands made their way lower down my back she would rub but but in passing driving me mad, i could feel my erection starting to grow into the table, I can hide it while face down, but what happens when she has me turn over?

Her hand made their way down my back and to my ass, my ass never felt this good before, her hands working in the oil, then she started working into my ass crack and I was on fire and let out a moan, by this time I was hard as a rock and leaking pre-cum.

Maria ignored my moan and kept working it sliding in a finger from time to time.

After a few minutes of this she stopped and told me to turn over onto my back, bright red and still full hard I complied, once she spotted my erection she smiled at me and said, looks like someone’s been enjoying the massage with a smirk on her pretty face.

Just then Anahi entered the room and I turned an even darker shade of red, Maria it looks like John needs some help over there pointing at my erect penis, should we give him an Island welcome?

I didn’t have time to think or respond and Anahi hand her luscious lips on my dick giving me the best blow job i ever received, Maria meanwhile removed her top and gave me her boobs to suck on, this went on for istanbul travestileri a few minutes and when Anahi saw I was close to cumming she pulled off.

I still had Maria tits in my face and hadn’t noticed that Anahi had disrobed, I heard Maria say let’s switch sides, Maria took her tits out of my mouth and went to the other side of the table. Anahi came over and I was in for the shock of my life there stood Anahi with the most amazing body I had ever seen, her blond hair framing her beautiful face big perky D size boobs incredible body curves in all the right places, without an ounce of fat and hanging between her legs was a cock at least 6′ long and it wasn’t fully hard yet, I didn’t know what to think, I had never been with a trans person before, but I was so deep into my lust I thought there is a first time for everything.

Anahi says, I could feel you poking me the whole ride here as she feeds me her shecock, I touch it, feels nice and soft as she brings it up to my mouth and offers it to me, my first taste of shecock and I was pleasantly surprised. as she fed it to me, it started to get hard in my mouth and grow it had to be at least 9′ long and thick, she is gentile, as a lover, I tried to lick it the way I would want mine to be licked, as it entered my mouth I was pleasantly surprised how erotic it felt, and took more of it into my mouth she was patient with me, and started to slowly fuck my face, after a while with a bit of gagging i was able to take a lot of it down my throat.I

Maria on the other end lifted up my legs started to lick my hold, mmm it felt so good, never did I have such a sensation before, as she is licking around the rim and sticking in her tongue while she massage my ass cheeks I was in total bliss

Meanwhile Anahi started to face fuck me harder, using my mouth out, she started to pound my mouth in and out. I felt like such a slut and loved it!

The double sensation was driving me over the edge and I felt like I was about to cum, sensing that I was close Maria put a finger into my ass and it sent me over the edge and I came like I have never before, shooting ropes after ropes of cumm.

Maria came up and started to lick it all up after she cleaned me up Anahi pulled out of my mouth and Maria came over for a cumm filled kiss, she was an amazing kisser, I had never tasted cum before, it was so erotic and tasted amazing, while we are kissing I feel my legs being lifted up by Anahi and I feel lube being applied, Anahi says you ready to go all the wa? all I could do was mummer Yes Please!

She lift up my legs and places a pillow istanbul travesti under my ass and then I feel her hard sheock at the entrance as she starts to slowly push it in, I feel it pass my ring and further in, I started to feel full and a little uncomfortable, she says take a few deep try to breaths and relax your muscles, after a few moments the discomfort started dissipate, she pulled out and came back in again, did this a few times slowly and each time went further in until she was all of the way in, by this point it was starting to feel good, and she started to work up a rhythm, thrusting in and out, I started to moan, getting lost in the pleasure, my cock which was soft from cumming started to get hard again.

Maria had taken off her skirt, and panties, and she brought to my lips her 7′ of shecock which I eagerly started to suck, now I am being double penetrated by these two sexy ladies, I was in paradise!

Anahi meanwhile was fucking me good and hard and I was busy sucking Maria shecock, the room smelled of sex, sweat and the moans of three people was a sight two hot girls with big cocks fucking me.

We were close to cumming as Anahi and Maria pounded me harder, then all 3 of us erupted one after the other, I felt Anahi shoot her cum in my ass, and Maria came in my mouth rope after rope of her delicious cum I swallowed as much of it as I could, there was so much of it, and i shot off my load.

We were all spent and we moved from the table to the bed, and collapsed on it, with Anahi behind me and Maria facing me, sandwiching me, we all fell asleep.

I woke up to feel Maria sucking my cock, I smiled and let out a moan, didn’t take her long to get my hard again, once I was hard she had me lie on my back, she applied some lube to my dick and then she lowered herself onto it, she was so tight, she started to ride me hard,.looking up at this sexy goddess riding me, her boobs bouncing up and down.

Anahi woke up with a smile on her beautiful face, watching us, she came around offered me her shecock, I wasted no time, taking her in my mouth sucking her hard, she pulled out came around, we shifted to the end of the bed, Anahi lubed her self, lifted my legs and entered me, this time she came all the way in right away, the feeling of her fucking me, with Maria riding me was incredible! our moans filled the room.

Anahi and Maria started kissing, the sensation of being fucked while Maria riding me, with the sight of these two beauties kissing was sending me to the edge and I felt my orgasm building up, the room full of sweat and moans, I loved the feeling of being used by these two sexy girls to fulfill their needs, never had I known that having my ass fucked would so so good!

As if on cue, Maria and Anahi came together and Anahi filled me with her cum that sent me over and I came, the room was now full of cum, Maria came off me, we started to lick each other clean.

I lay there blissful and fell asleep.

Part two is cuming…

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When Wondering Becomes Wonderful

Posted on 13 Mayıs 2024 by admin

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I never wanted to actually be a guy. I just wondered what it would be like to be one. Actually I wondered what it would be like to have a penis I would take my dildo and hold it in front of me imagining it were real. Well, I was born a girl and unless I had a sex change I would never know what it is like to have a penis.

Hi. I’m Jhaye. Your typical African American/Native American/European 5’8″, 30 year old female. I wouldn’t say I’m model material but I can turn heads. I recently cut off my shoulder length curly hair. Not a buzz cut but close. Physically, I am athletic. 145 lbs as of last weigh in. Not too soft, not too hard. I run a few miles daily…on my elliptical machine. I don’t like the outdoors. I have to keep my weight down so the elliptical is perfect. Added bonus it keeps my ass TIGHT!!! These 38DDs are my best “breastsets”. Most people think I have implants. Nope, just really good genes. At recent, I am single. My last “boy” was just that a boy. So I am enjoying the single life.

My job is nothing but fun!!! I teach theatre to a wonderful group of people. I get paid to have such fun, can you believe it? The cast of characters vary in age and sex. There is one old dude, about 60, that flirts with EVERYONE. I have had to tell him that I will have to expel him from classes if he pinches my ass one more time. I won’t. Hell that’s the most action I get. Aside from my handheld shower head. That’s another story. I have a great assistant, Joy. And pun intended, she is a joy to work with. I’m not into girls but she is sexy. Her family is from Cuba She is about 5’6″, 125lbs, but curvy. Her boobs are probably large Bs, put they are nice. Very nice ass, with shapely legs. She used to dance but hurt her knee. She is an awesome choreographer. If I were into girls, she would be one I would have to have.

Joy and I have become best of friends. We hang out quite a bit and can talk about any and everything. One night we went to this party and I just wanted to let loose. The party was rocking and Joy was dancing her ass off. So much for that bad knee. After a few spins, Joy ordered our drinks since I usually just drink wine. I thought the drink tasted funny but Joy assured me it was fine. Just the liquor since I wasn’t use to it. We finished our drinks and hit the dance floor. I hadn’t danced this hard in a while. That coupled with the few drinks I had, I was buzzed. Joy came over and asked if I was ready to leave?

“Hell, no!”. I said. “This is one of the best parties we have been to in a while”.

“Girl, I agree”. Joy was still dancing as she spoke. “I am floating”.

I asked her how many drinks had I had.

“Just 3 or 4. I don’t know but they were gooooood” she said.

“I know, but I need some food” I said. I started towards the food table and felt dizzy. I grabbed hold of something solid. It was the arm of a tall drink of water. I mean muscles for days.

He asked, “Are you okay?”

“Yes”, I said as I stumbled again.

“Here let’s sit you down”, I’m Steve” he said as he led me to a seat.

I sat down and he asked if I wanted a glass of water. By the time he stood up, Joy was coming towards us with another drink. “Drink this.” She asked if I were ok. I told her ‘yeah’ that I had gotten a bit dizzy.

“Girl, let me get you home. ” says Joy.

I tried to protest but I knew it was time for me to go. Steve helped us to the car. I sat in the passenger seat as he leaned in and strapped me in. Joy got in and off we went. When I woke up I was in my bed. I could vaguely recall how I got there. Oddly, my head wasn’t pounding. “How long have I been sleep?” I then realized that the shower was running. Just as soon as I realized it, it cut off. I started to sit up when my bathroom door opened and out came Joy wrapped in a towel. “WTH?” I thought to myself. She hadn’t realized that I was awake. She started to remove the towel and I made a noise. It was more like a moan.

“Well, good morning Miss Can’t Hold Her Liquor” Joy said as she continued to dry off.

“HHmmm” I moaned again. But I had a sharp pain in my stomach that caused me to double over.

“Are you alright?” Joy asked as she ran to me. “Do you need some water or a bucket?”

I shook my head to both. “Just the bathroom” I said as I ran to the bathroom. I closed and locked the door. I was breathing so hard that I leaned against the shower door. The pain in my stomach had subsided.

Joy knocked on the door. “Are you ok?”

I yelled out that I was ok. But I didn’t feel ok. It was like something I never experienced before. It wasn’t that time so it couldn’t be cramps. When I finally stood up, all pain was gone. I washed my face and brushed my teeth and went out to face my assistant.

“Girl, you don’t look so good” Joy said as I entered the kitchen where she was pouring 2 glasses of juice. She really looked different with her hair all wet. I thanked her for the juice and went to sit on the sofa. “I don’t know what you drank last night but I have never seen you that wasted” istanbul travesti she said.

“Joy, that’s the funny thing, I didn’t drink that much. There wasn’t that much liquor in them anyway.” I sipped on my juice. “The only thing I can think of is that I hadn’t eaten enough”.

“Yeah, you might be right” she said. “Are you hungry now? I can fix you something.”

“No, I think I’ll finish this juice and get back in the bed.” I looked at Joy and smiled. “Thanks so much for getting me home.”

“No problem, Miss Lady” she said as she went to place her glass on the counter. :Well, I’m gonna head out. If you need anything just give me a call.” She leaned in to give me a hug and as she did the pain hit me again right in my stomach. “You sure you don’t want me to stay?” she asked.

“No, I’m ok. Just gonna sleep it off” I said as I rose and walked her to the door. I gave her one last hug and the pain hit again. We said goodbye. I quickly made my way to my bed. I got in under the covers and fell asleep. This time when I woke up it was dark outside. I looked at the clock and it was almost midnight. How could I have slept this long? I didn’t feel any pain so that was great. I started to stretch and yawn. As I normally do before getting out of bed I ran my hands down my sides and slapped my thighs. When I did I jerked my hand back quickly. What the hell is this on my thigh? I ran my hand carefully over the area that caused pain. There was a lump. Had I bumped into something? I sat up and looked down. What ever it was moved. It was now layng between my legs on my mattress. I placed my hand on the lump and felt a tingle like I had just touched my clit. I quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. As I pulled my shorts down I started to breathe uncontrollably. There right in front of me was a dick, a cock a penis. I pulled it and as I already knew, it was attached to my skin. Was this some kind of joke? I backed up till I sat on the toilet. I sat there with this thing in my hands. I squeezed it to see if maybe then I would wake up. I closed my eyes and when I opened them it was still there. I decided to reach further down and sure enough was a heavy set of balls. I started to cry. What in the world was going on? I jumped up and took off my clothes. I started the shower and got in. I had the water as hot as I could stand it. I took my bath scrunchy and started to wash my body. I allow the water to run from the top of my head. I closed my eyes but I could feel the weight of this cock between my legs. I quickly reached down to see if my pussy was still there. But part of me knew it wasn’t. It was gone. I turned to face the water and the jets hit my new organ. Again it felt as if the jet had hit my clit. I reached for it and started to soap it up. Maybe I could dissolve it away with body wash. The more I rubbed the more it tingled and the harder and longer it got. It was as if I had not control of my hands. I could not stop rubbing it. It finally stopped growing at about 9 inches and 4 inches in girth. I could barely get my own hands around it. I leaned up against the shower wall and rubbed faster. My heart was racing. With my free hand I started caressing my new balls. It felt so good, I couldn’t stop. Before I could think my next thought it happened. I felt as if I were about to have the best orgasms I ever had. But what shocked me was the fluid that erupted from the head. It hit the shower door several times and then trickled down my hands. I started smiling. Why, I am not sure. Maybe because it felt so incredibly good. I stood under the water and washed my cum off my hands and cock. I went to scoop the rest off the door. I finished my shower and went to bed, holding my cock.

I thought I had dreamed the most amazing “wet” dream there was. I went thru my stretch routine and when I slapped my thighs I knew it wasn’t a dream. “It” was still there. I had to go to work. What was I going to do? I grabbed my phone and called Joy. I explained to her that I wasn’t feeling well and that she would have to handle the classes. She said it was no problem and for me to get some rest. I thanked her and hung up. How was I going to get some rest. I HAD A DICK!!!. A dick that obviously had a mind of its own. It was getting hard. I laid back and watched as it grew without my even touching it. I reached in my bedside drawer and grabbed the KY. I put some in my hands and started to stroke my hardened cock. I couldn’t help it and started moaning. With each stroke my moans got loader. That familiar feeling was coming and I stopped stroking until the feeling went away. I then started stroking again. I started and stopped several times until I couldn’t anymore. I finally aimed at my breast and came all over them. I let go of my cock and started to rub my cum all over my tits. Just rubbing my nipples had my cock getting hard again. I scooped up some cum and brought it to my lips. It didn’t really taste like male cum. More like my own when I squirt, just a little thicker. “Mmmm. Not bad at all.”

I spent most şişli travesti of the day getting acquainted with my cock. I walked around the house naked as a jaybird just to feel my cock swing back and forth. I decided to do a little garden work and carefully trimmed the hairs around it. Very nice. That’s when it hit me. “Who the hell else is going to see this?” I felt kinda bad after that.

Around 8pm there was a knock on the door. I yelled “Just a minute” and grabbed a pair of “granny panties” to put on under my robe. No need for that to be bouncing out. “Coming!” I yelled. I looked thru the peep hold and it was Joy. I did a quick check on “Jr.” and opened the door. “Hey, Girl”

“Hey, yourself. You look much better than you did yesterday. I guess that rest really helped” Joy stated.

“If only you knew how much it helped.” I said closing and locking the door. I joined Joy on the sofa. “So, how did classes go?”

“Just fine. Everyone says to get well soon. I tried to tell them you would probably be there tomorrow. I brought you some chicken soup” Joy says as she starts opening the bag she set on the coffee table.

“Thanks, I haven’t eaten much today and I am HUNGRY!!!” We sat there and ate the best soup I have eaten in a long time. We chatted about what happened in class and laughed about the students. Then Joy got serious and asked what happened to me. “What do you mean what happened? I wish I could explain it.”

“Do you think it was food or liquor poisoning? Or an allergic reaction?”

“Joy”, I said as I took a deep breath. “You have been with me for a long time. You are one of my closest and dearest friends. I think something really strange was in my drinks that night. Something happened and I can’t explain how.”

“What?” she asked.

“Have you ever wanted something so bad that you thought it or dreamed it up into existence?”

“Yeah, I guess.” she said.

“I am going to tell you something but you have got to swear that you will never tell another living soul.”

“This sounds serious, I swear, I swear” she said nervously.

“Since I can remember I have wondered what it would be like to be a guy. Well more so, having a penis.”

“Are you gay? Are you going to have a sex change?” she asked…

“No, let me explain. I am not gay. I just wanted to know what it feels like to have a dick. The other night that old lady said that something major was going to happen to me but it would only be for a short time. I think she put some kind of spell on me or something.”

“Jhaye, are you fucking serious? Is this a plot for a new show or something”

“No! Please listen. I am fascinated by cocks. I told you I wanted to do a photo book on them. The other morning after you left I slept til midnight. When I woke up ….I ….I…..”

“Just say it, Jhaye, you are scaring me.” She said.

“I had a cock, I have a cock”.

“What? What the fuck? You are lying….how…what…..?”she yelled as she jumped up.

“I don’t know how it happened, it just did.” I started to cry. Joy comes and sits next to me and hugs me. “Joy, all I know is that when I woke up it was there. A fully functioning cock and balls.”

“Jhaye, what are you…..she abruptly stops and looks at me, “Fully functioning? You mean it gets hard and, and…”

“And ejaculates, cums, squirts…whatever you want to call it. Yes, it does it all.”

“Wow!!! Can I see it?”

“Joy!!!”

“Come on now, you can’t tell me some shit like this and expect me to just say ‘ok’. I want to see it.” She says with a slight grin.

“Okay.” I say as I open my robe and show her the lump in the front of my granny panties.

“That could be a sock, let me see it” she says as she grabbed my cock. “OOOHHH!!!” she yells as she recoils her hand before slowly placing it back. “You got a…ahh….ahhh….”

“A dick. I told you. Here take a good look.” I say as I pull it from my panties.

“OMG!!!! Jhaye. You got more than that last jerk I dated. And it’s getting bigger. Jhaye, are you getting turned on?”

“No, I don’t control it. It has a mind of it’s own. That’s why I couldn’t come in to work. I was watching TV and a pretty lady was on and Bam!”

“Wow!”

“Will you please stop saying ‘Wow’, I said as I try to put it back in my panties and close my robe.

“Wo….I mean….okay…. It’s gotten hot in here. Want some water?”

“Sure” I responded.

“I have a question” Joy asks as she brings the water. “Why have you always wanted to know what it’s like to have a cock? I mean and not be gay or bi?”

“Ok, if I have a pussy then I want a dick not another pussy. But I wondered what it would be like if I had a dick. Then I would want to know what it feels like from the man’s side. Like what a pussy feels like from the inside. And how a cock feels when it cums. I never thought about being with a woman if I didn’t have a cock. Never wanted to do a girl with a dildo or nothing like that. I wanted bakırköy travesti to know the feelings. Oddly it feels a lot like a clit, only bigger.”

“Really? Cool” she says acting kinda shy.

The rest of the evening we talked about sex and the lack there of. We talked about the good sex and the bad sex. We talked about everything except my cock. It didn’t matter because I knew it was there. Each time Joy mentioned having sex, my cock would twitch. I just hope she didn’t notice. I found myself looking at her tits as she spoke. I could see her thick nipples straining against her shirt. I guess she was getting turned on by our conversation too. I really wanted to tell her I was going to bed so I could go and wank my wand. But the more she talked the more I wanted her to stay. I started thinking about what it would feel like to actually use my cock…on a woman. Well not just any woman, but on Joy.

“Do, you know what I mean, Jhaye. Jhaye?”she yelled

I snapped out of my daydream and answered “Yeah”.

“So, you know what what means? Joy asked.

“Ughhhh, ughhh, what you were saying” I answered.

“I said it would be nice if you could actually do a girl with your cock then you will have the answer to your life long question.” She smirked.

“What? No, naww…hell no. I don’t want anyone else to know about this. What am I going to do? Say I was a dude and got implants and took hormones? Right. I would never have a moment’s peace. I would be all over the networks, newspapers and internet.”

“No one else has to know beyond this room” she quietly said.

“What? You mean???” I just looked at her.

“Look, you are my friend. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you. And I would be willing to help you with this. I mean, I would be helped too.”

“What do you mean you will be helped too?” I asked.

“It’s been a long dry spell for me. I could help you and you could help me. No one will ever have to know. Just think about it. And it is not like we are gay or something. For all purposes you are more like a guy.”

“Ya got that right. I said with a grin.

“Well?” she asked

“Well, let me think about it.” I smilled.

“Ok, I’ll get this stuff cleaned up while you think.” She said as she grabbed the soup containers and bag.

I watched as she walked away. What an ass. My cock jumped when she walked back in and grabbed the glasses. Again, what an ass. I heard her running water in the sink and rose to join her. I stood in the doorway and watched her move around. When she placed the last glass in the drain and was letting the water out I walked up behind her. I placed my hands on the sink on either side of her. I leaned close and whispered in her ear. “No one must ever know about this, ever”. She turned around and said with all seriousness “I will never ever tell another living soul.” We stand there and stare at each other for what seems like an eternity. I made the first move and leaned in to kiss her. I could feel her shaking. She probably could feel me shaking too. I moved back and asked her if she really wanted to do this. She said ‘Yes’. I leaned back and captured her lips again. This time she opened her mouth and I felt her tongue. Her lips were so soft. She opened them wider and our tongues met. It was so sweet and warm. The final sound of the water going down the drain broke us apart. We smiled and she hugged me. I broke the hug and grabbed her hand. I cut the light out and we walked back to the sofa. I cut the music on and dimmed the lights. I went back to the sofa and took a deep breath. Joy leaned in and kissed my cheek, then my lips. Once again we were engrossed in a deep kiss. By now my cock is twitching beyond belief. Joy runs her hand up my leg and just inside my robe. She pulls away and looks at me. She unties my robe never once taking her eyes off me. She gently rubs my hardened cock. I almost jump off the sofa. She starts to pull my panties off and l lift my ass to help her. She slides off the sofa on to the floor.

I can’t believe this is happening. I am sitting here on the sofa and my loyal assistant is on the floor between my legs haven just removed my panties. She takes hold of my cock and gently caresses. She leans in and from the base of my cock she licks it to the tip. She does this several times while looking me dead in my eyes. When she does this one last time she tightens her lips and eases on down my cock. I close my eyes and push deeper in her mouth. It is a feeling I have never felt. I can’t describe it. She can only get a third of it in her mouth. Her velvety tongue laying flat on my head is driving me crazy. I can’t help but to move my hips up and down. She lets go of my cock and places her hands on my thighs as I fuck her mouth. Precum and saliva are covering my cock. I gently place my hands on her head. She looks up and sucks harder. I can’t take it any more. “Joy, Joy, I am going to cum. Joy….Ohhhh shit, damn” I say as I lunge deeper in her mouth as squirt after squirt of cum hits her throat. She tries to keep her mouth on my cock but can’t. Several squirts hit her on the chin and the front of her shirt. She grabs my cock and sucks the rest of my cum out. She then licks me clean. She sits up on her knees and leans in to kiss me. This kiss is full of lust. Just tasting myself in her mouth is causing my cock to get hard again.

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We had been married for four years when my wife took on a new job, she was going to be the manager of a new insurance brokerage in our town but had to spend a few weeks of orientation and training at head office 180 miles away before she took on the responsibility. She spent the weeknights with an old university friend and would come home each Friday evening. We had a lively sex life and she was no prude when it came to sex and we had a lively sex life with a bit of role play thrown in to liven things up further. We were both interested in the sub side and took turns dominating each other on play nights. I’d rather sheepishly bought her a strap-on for a present and she had been game but we hadn’t had much success with it. We often heated things up by talking about the nasty things we could do with others, swinging, lesbian, even gay fantasies were all part of the role play. My interest in crossdressing in my youth was tucked well away, we discussed it like everything else about our past but it hadn’t been part of my life since my first serious girlfriend came on the scene, almost ten years ago.

When my wife was gone all week, the evenings were pretty long and boring. I went to the pub occasionally and played the odd game of squash but most evenings were spent alone. I watched TV, did a bit of gardening and DIY and chores. I thought to get all the laundry done during the week and Monday evening, pulling together all the discarded dirty clothes in the bedroom brought back some pretty horny memories from the night before, the black lace panties with the gusset stained from my dirty minded wife’s hot wet pussy were soon being inhaled whilst I rubbed my rapidly hardening cock. Soon I was naked, slipping them up my legs, then caressing myself to a crashing orgasm. Over the few days this developed into more dressing up for more elaborate and lengthy teasing sessions. I’m not an overly big guy and my wife, although slim and trim and sporty, is not a great deal smaller, her clothes fit me pretty well. She has a wide range of clothes that show off her gorgeous curves and since she was away for work, most of her sexiest clothes, including all the lingerie I had bought her, were alone at home with me.

I became obsessed with dressing up. I bought myself a pair of high heel sandals which was the only part of her wardrobe that didn’t fit me. I was dressing up every night and even sleeping in her babydolls and nightdresses. I fantasized about incorporating some of this rediscovered love of dress up into our bedroom games but knew it would need some planning to do it right and dreaded the ridicule or disappointment I might invoke if I approached it wrongly. Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday nights were filled with long sessions involving lingerie and makeup, taking lots of photos of myself in a multitude of poses, dancing and stripping, using vibrators and dildos and lots of lube and alcohol and porn and acting the slut for my imaginary lovers whilst slowly teasing myself closer and closer to orgasm. Often it was 2 or 3am before I allowed myself release.

One Thursday I dressed up and posed a little but I was exhausted from so many late nights and I needed to give my tired body and aching dick the night off to recover for my wife’s return on Friday. That was itself a delicious torment, wearing these sexy outfits but not allowing myself release. I set my alarm for 6am knowing that I would need time for a thorough cleanup before leaving for work then I slipped under the covers in the little satin babydoll and panty set I had bought my wife for her 25th birthday. I was fast asleep when my wife unexpectedly slipped into bed and slipped her arm around me, my dull mind registered her there but it must have taken a minute or two to fully seep into my brain and for me to realise that this was real and what the implications were. I think my heart stopped and then started pounding like a gong.

“Surprise, surprise, baby!” She cooed playfully in my ear. Her hand was slowly stroking my stomach, edging lower. My heart was thumping and I was desperately trying to think of a way out of this mess. Perhaps she hadn’t registered the satin of the nightie yet.

“You’re home!” I responded dully, my mouth thick with sleep.

“I worked late to get a day off and come home and surprise my hubby, but I guess the surprise is on me…. What are you wearing?” She was still light hearted but my heart sank.

“Oh, shit, I’m so sorry!” I mumbled, trying to open my eyes and take in the full reality of this situation. Trying to come up with an excuse and realizing there is no accidental way to end up in your wife’s lingerie.

“You will be sorry if you’ve stretched out any of my good clothes and, Fuck, you would have been if I’d seen you the moment I saw size 9 fuck me shoes, I was about to murder both you and your new girlfriend! You nearly gave me a heart attack!” She was lifting up and away from me as she spoke, lifting the covers as she went, exposing me to her calculating gaze.

“Oh, babe, I don’t have istanbul travesti a new girlfriend!” It was a pretty lame thing to say but it was at least a diversion from the shoes.

“So I see, but it looks like I do! You have a new hobby it seems!” She said, a mocking tone entering her voice. “Tell all! We always promised no secrets and this is a pretty fucking huge one.”

“Oh, god, do we have to do this now? It’s the middle of the night!” I whined.

“Fuck, yes, we have to do this now! I had three cups of coffee to keep me awake on the way home then arrived to find another woman’s clothes around the house. Then I spent the last fifteen minutes discovering that, as far as I can see, your evenings alone have not been as boring as you make them out to be. I’m as wide awake as I’ve ever been, so talk!”

So I took a deep breath and told all, sitting in the semi-darkness with the streetlights lending a weird glow to the scene. I took pains to make sure that she was totally aware that I was doing this alone, no-one else was involved. She had a big tumbler of vodka and orange that she was steadily working at and she took a joint out of our bedside table, and it all seemed to calm her worried mind. She took it well, far better than I could have hoped or deserved.

I tried to surreptitiously remove some of the evidence: The ribbon holding my longish hair back in a ponytail, the big hoop clip on earrings, the lacy cuffs. But she stayed my hands, saying: “Don’t change a thing, I need to take this all in.” It was useless anyway, the evidence was everywhere, all over the house.

She quizzed me and mocked me a bit, but then she said: “Well, sweetie pie, it is fun wearing sexy clothes, and there is something sexy about you in this nightie and stockings, lying there all vulnerable and scared.” She started running her hand over me, caressing me. “You know it’s been years since I made out with a girl, there’s something soft and different about girlie sex, this could be fun!” She continued to run her hand over me, looking down at me with her drink in her other hand. “How long did you say you tease yourself?”

“All evening.”

“Mmmmm, so that could be hours! How long last night?”

“About three hours.” I answered

“Wow! You like that don’t you! You’ve always liked being teased!”

“Yes, or at least I like that feeling of being close to the edge.” I mumbled, embarrassed.

“What about Monday and Tuesday?”

“About the same, maybe even longer on Monday.”

She laughed: “Fuck! And how many times did you cum in that extravaganza?” She was playing with my cock now, running her fingers lightly along it, and it was responding to the feel of her fingers gentle caress through the thin sheen of nylon.

“Three.”

“Ahhhh! Good ones?”

“Yeah, because of the slow build up.”

“Better than the ones I give you?”

“God, no!” I exclaimed “But different.”

“Good answer!” She giggled. “So how many times did you cum this week?”

I had to think about it. “Six.” Damn it sounded a lot when I had to say it out loud!

“Huh! So whilst I have been a good girl and kept my hands out of my pussy all week for you, you have been pleasuring yourself quite indiscriminately! Wouldn’t you say?” She was beginning to slur her words, the vodka and weed taking effect.

“Yes.” I agreed a little cautiously, worried where this might lead.

“Yes.” She mimicked. “How about “I’m sorry, darling!” or “Please forgive me, dear!” or perhaps “I owe you six orgasms, M’Lady!” Remember the deal we had when I started commuting? That we would spend all week celibate so that our weekends would be full of the best sex ever?

“Yes, I’m sorry, darling.” I agreed sheepishly.

“And?” She grinned at me as her finger lightly flicked the head of my cock.

“I owe you six orgasms!” I conceded.

She just looked at me, eyebrows raised, her finger resting on my pulsing cock head, waiting.

“M’Lady!”

“Mmmmmmm, I like that! Six orgasms and you being subservient until I get them, then I may grant you your own orgasm. And then we can negotiate terms for the future. But until then, I own you, my little pet!” She had an evil grin on her face. “Not to say you won’t get a little pleasure out of it yourself, it’s always fun to tease! And you like a little pain too, perhaps more than I’ve felt comfortable with giving in the past . But now, in this role, I think we might be starting on a new adventure! I think I could enjoy mistreating a little girl slut! My own sexy little whore! What do you think? Are you up for it?” She flicked the end of my now rock hard cock.

“Yeah! You bet!” I agreed with a bigger grin than I meant to, relief and delight flooding through me.

“Fuck, you are such a perv!” She groaned, exasperatedly. “But that’s part of your attraction, I suppose, that and your big pay cheque and the way you take care of me, and understand me and your sense of humour and that you’re my best friend kadıköy travesti and….”

“My big dick!” I cut in, trying to bring her back to the point in hand!

“Ha!! Yes, Your big dick! Although until I get my big six, I think we might have to consider it a big clit, girls don’t have dicks!” She flicked the end of it. “Shame though, a sexy girl with big tits and a big dick could be the perfect bed toy!” She grabbed my flat chest, squeezing my nipples between her fingers and thumbs.

“You have little tits, whore! One more reason to make you suffer!” She pinched my nipples hard and I gave a little involuntary squeal of pain. She grinned again. “This is going to be a long night for you, whore! I’m wide awake, horny and feeling very vindictive! You ready?”

“Yes!” Damn right I was ready, I loved this woman and the way she loved to play.

She slapped my face, hard. “Address me correctly, slut, or you will feel nothing but pain!”

Fuck, that hurt, stung badly, she hadn’t held back. “Yes, M’Lady!” I corrected, shock clear in my voice.

“Better!” She grinned evilly again. “And that frightened look in your eyes is quite a turn on, we’ll have to encourage that!”

She ran her hand soothingly through my hair, then took a good grip and pulled me up and off the bed. I had no choice but to follow still dressed in the Linda’s sexy nightie. My body all too aware of the flimsy satin feel of it as the cooler air hit my skin.

“That’s such a slutty look for you, on your knees in hot pink satin and the black thigh highs with matching bows!” She walked around me, trailed her fingers over my panty clad bottom then gave it a hard slap. “Oh you have such a sexy bubble butt!”

“It’s all yours, M’lady.” I said quietly, trying not to sqeal from the slap. “I’m here to please you.”

“Undress me, you little slut! You have been pleasuring yourself all week, now it’s my turn. You are here to worship my body and to give me every satisfaction I crave. There is nothing else for you, you are here for my amusement. I hope your tongue is feeling strong because you are going to be lapping at my clit for a long time!” I reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse from where I knelt in front of her, thrilling at my new place in this turn of events, kissing every newly exposed piece of flesh.

“Good girl!” She said, relaxing her grip in my hair and soothingly stroking it down as I continued to undress her, shrugging off her blouse. “Now take my bra off, then I’ll let you worship my tits.”

I unhooked her bra and slipped the straps down so she could let it fall. I moved my face to kiss and suckle her gorgeous perky c cup breasts. She grabbed my hair and held me away from her. “Eager little bitch aren’t you! What do you say? How does a little subbie slut ask her mistress for a treat?”

“Please, M’Lady, may I kiss your breasts?” I simpered, falling readily into the part.

“Good girl!” She said, releasing me to worship her soft smooth flesh. “You like them, don’t you! Do you wish you had tits like mine? Big and soft and girlie. They would complete you, wouldn’t they! A big pair of sensitive tits for you to play with on your long lonely nights. You would like that wouldn’t you?

“Yes, M’Lady.” I confessed.

“You would look good with tits,” She said, her eyes closing as my lips enclosed a nipple, my tongue lapping at the sensitive underside. She groaned as my fingers found the other, rolling it gently between finger and thumb. “Ohhh, fuck! You are a good whore, don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop.”

She had sensitive nipples, and a couple of times when she had been really horny she had actually cum with nipple play alone and I reveled in the moans she was making as I toyed with them in my fingers and mouth. Greedily I feasted on her hard little pinched nipples, sucking and gently nipping at them with my lips and teeth, trying not to be too rough.

“Oh, fuck!” She gasped. “Oh, yesss! Like that, harder, harder! Make me cum!”

I continued nipping and pinching her nipples, rolling them between tightly pinched fingers. Snagging the nipples and the gorgeous soft undersides of her tits between my teeth and nipping hard, thrilled to be at the centre of her wanton lust. She ran her hands over my head and shoulders, playing with the straps and soft fabric of the nightie. Her climax built fast and hard, she arched her back and dug her nails into my shoulders as she squealed in delighted orgasm. I continued my fevered attack on her nipples, riding her over the crest of her wave, pinching, nipping, biting, her body bucking below me. Then more gently as her peak subsided.

She pushed me down off her now overly sensitive nipples, but she wasn’t done. “My pussy, eat my pussy!” She ordered, then laughed: “Fuck, I’m so fucking horny, I can’t wait to feel your tongue on my clit!”

I unclipped her skirt and slipped it and her panties down her legs. She lifted her hips to help me then rested back anadolu yakası travesti onto the pillows, pulling an extra one under her shoulders to prop herself up and improve her view. I lowered my face to her stomach kissing my way down, she started to part her legs for me and I could smell her warm scent rising to me, but then she closed them tight. I looked at her in surprise. “Ask nicely!” She demanded playfully. “I know that you know how!”

“Please, M’Lady.” I simpered. “Please may I taste your perfect pussy?”

“Oh, you shameless little slut!” She mocked. “You love eating my pussy, don’t you!”

“Yes, M’Lady.”

“I own you, sissy! Remember that as you eat me! I’m going to have fun with you, Sissy, I’m going to make you suffer!”

“Yes, M’Lady!” I said, a little worried.

“Mmmmmm, yesss, I’m beginning to like that scared little sissy look!” She slipped her legs apart and I bent to the task.

She slapped me, hard, across the cheek. “Not like that!” She hissed. “Get between my legs. Kneel, with your ass in the air and your face where it belongs! I want to see those panties while you eat me!”

Eagerly I moved and lowered my face into her gorgeous crotch, nothing but a little V of freshly trimmed pubic hair, her lips smooth and naked to my lips and tongue. I ran my tongue up and down the puffy lips, savouring the taste of her between them, delving and slurping at her moist pussy. She moaned her appreciation and I dug deeper, my tongue slipping between her folds and finding, first, her hot open pussy, soaking wet and eager to receive my tongue and then her hard pulsing clit. Her moans of pleasure as my tongue circled and delved into her pussy became louder and more frantic the longer and deeper I lapped into her and turned into gasps and then cries as I found and teased her clit with my tongue, lapping at it and flicking it in an insistent push towards her orgasm. I was rock hard in my panties as I greedily ministered to her in my favourite way. I watched her face, her pleasure evident in the sultry lust laden eyes, her mouth a perfect curve of joy. I worked with my tongue and lips, trying to read her every moan and movement to maximize her sensations.

She reached down and pulled my hands up to her breasts and my fingers had barely begun pinching her nipples when her hips bucked up into my face and she cried out in orgasm. I rolled her nipples gently between fingers and thumbs as my tongue continued to flick at her clit and another jolt hit her, then another. I focused in on her reactions and made my flickering tongue a little lighter and was rewarded with more and more jolts, her body thrashing and gasping under me, her hands in my hair, holding me tightly to her crotch. No sooner had one orgasm rippled through her then another came and took her again and again. She was greedily, wantonly abandoned in the sea of mindless bliss that was coursing through her and I couldn’t move my eyes, they were riveted to her face.

When a final wave took her she gasped loud in abandoned delight and pushed my face away from her panting and gasping for breath. I stayed there, kissing her thighs, her mons, her belly, feeling pleased with the orgasm I had given her, but still very horny and still wanting to give her more.

Slowly her breathing eased and she laughed: “Damn, you are good at that. You always have been, but that was one of the best!” She looked down at me. “Feel pretty pleased with yourself, don’t you!?”

“Uh huh!” I mumbled, grinning.

“Well, you have every right to! But that’s no way to address the woman that owns your pretty little ass!”

“Sorry, M’Lady!” I said in mock apology.

“You will be, when I’m done with your pretty little ass!” She said with a pointed look. She was enjoying this dominant role more than she ever had done before and I was loving submitting to her. She played with my hair as she looked at me and talked. “I like the pretty ribbon in your hair. Very girlie! Are you wearing makeup! Fuck, you have been really going for it haven’t you!”

I felt awkward and sheepish and began to move to a less visible position but she pulled hard on my hair. “Don’t move, sissy! I want you right there where I can get a good look at you.” She lifted my face a little and studied me in the poor light from the window. “Not a bad job, for a beginner!”

She teased me a little more about the makeup and about my choice of clothes and at one point she adjusted her legs and her foot found my cock. “My, My! We are an excited little sissy aren’t we! She rubbed my cock with her foot. “You’re leaking a little! Between, this thing stretching them out and leaking in them, they’re going to be ruined by morning. Look at your sexy little ass though! Yum! Since you look so cute in them you can keep them but you’ll be buying me new panties to replace them! Look at your sexy ass up in the air like that!”

She guided my face back to her pussy and I kissed her lips and began softly licking the sweet soft flesh. “Mmmmmm, that’s right, just like that! Oh, Yeah! What a pretty picture you make with your little pony tail and your silky nightie and your stockings on and look at that perfect ass! You know what would complete the picture?”

I couldn’t answer with a face full of my favourite pussy but it turned out the question was rhetorical anyway.

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Giggle For Me Now Ch. 01

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Bound on the floor in leather cuffs and ties, the girl trembled naked with blood running along crisscross wounds from her back to her chest along her legs and ass. A trickle of blood also streamed down from her swollen nipples, pierced with two silver rings, about a 6th gauge. While her ass quivered high in the air, her face pushed into the floor, smashed into her cheek as she shut her tearful eyes, crying out as another whiplash delivered itself across the firm cheek. The blow stung against her sensitive skin and sent a pang throughout her tiny body, as the flesh between her spread legs glistened with cum and sweat. Two hands gently came to her ass, but the feel of the oil and skin against the open wounds stung and again, a cry escaped through the parted pout of the defiled beauty. He released after gripping it, only to grab it harder so that she cried out in a higher octave as she felt the round tip of a cock lingering over her asshole, squirting liquid over it until his fingers moved to massage it over the tightly clenched hole between the now red hams of her luscious ass. Opening her eyes, she saw that an audience had gathered, standing round in a circle as more and more of them started to form around. There was a pause between the squirting of his cum around her asshole and then, the head of his dick pushed itself in, slow at first, withdrawn and then slammed back in as the women and men around her begin to cheer him on. Unable to get away, she gritted her teeth and bore with the pain of the taking of her ass, her little fists holding her fingers tightly together.

“CALL HIM MASTER, CALL HIM MASTER!” They chanted louder and louder as his thrusts grew in momentum and strength within her, ravaging the cavity of her butt as he banged her without mercy. His balls slapped against the bottom of her cheeks every time he pummeled his throbbing manhood into the tight circle of enclosed flesh. He squeezed her ass cheeks together so that it panged more each time she denied to call him by his rightful name, making her clench her muscles as she felt the splash of her own juices all over istanbul travesti the backs of her legs and ass. He still would not stop but he did not command her to do anythin. The voices all around demanded that she call him master over and over.

As he buried the massive organ deep, wiggling it within her as he held onto her hips so that the tip of his head felt like it was tickling her stomach. Forcing her ass back on his dick farther than before, he kept her from trying to thrash about as she opened her lips and screamed the name they had been dying to hear, “MASTER! MASTER!”

Pulling out of her swollen asshole, he smacked her left ham playfully and she heard a laugh echo from him, along with the rest of the people around and then in a degrading tone, , he said, “Good wench.”

The crowds parted and she raised her head to watch him walk behind them, bare ass and drinking from a water bottle, as if he had not just defiled a perfectly good female. Turning to look over his shoulder at her, the evil smirk dancing on his lips forced her head back down as she softly sobbed for the loss of innocence and grace, integrity and even beauty. Chuckling, he tossed the bottle in front of her bowed face to where she could just lick around the rim with her tongue if she chose to. Raising her flashing eyes of malice and contempt, she saw the smirk she hated on his face. Then clenching his chiseled jaw, he cocked a brow as if to command her to quit challenging him and lick the rim of bottle. The thoughts transpiring silently between them were enough to make her slip the wet muscle from in between her bitten lips and lick the solitary drop of water from the lip of the bottle. The snickers escaping from him now the only sounds left in the room. It was enough to make her blood boil with anger. Although, she still did not pull on the chains holding her cuffed wrists back against the floor by her ankles.

Again, he turned away and left her there, broken and in pain as the cold air grew chillier and chillier, goose bump raising on her lashed flesh. Salty anadolu yakası travestileri droplets of tears hung on her lips as she leaned her head into the floor. She needed slight rest no matter how much torture she was to endure by being left alone in the dark. Suffering in blackness, shivers ravished her every other second as the chill grew to freezing temperatures. In her daze of sleep, she heard a creak of the door and then footsteps, and as she raised her weary eyes to see who the owner be. Her vision blurred so that she could only see shadows of the person. Only blackness of the figure as his hands moved to the locks of the cuffs and chains, undoing them so that she fell with a cry forward. To her surprise, her fall was cushioned by his soft arms. Her body felt broken in several different places, all of her muscles sore as she strained to move, but found herself weak and without the ability to run away. The feel of this man was different, but how could she be sure?

“Sh, sh.” The hushing sounds cooed from this new man. The tone of his voice was hoarse and low as he spoke to her, as if a lullaby. “Sleep, precious, I am here to save you.”

Before the finish of his statement, he had lifted her to his broad chest with one arm underneath her knees and the other holding her back as she was moved. It felt like she was a moving sidewalk as she looked up to his face and tried to place his eyes, lips, and nose, but the sting of his clothes against the wounds of her back made her draw in a sharp gasp of winking pain.

“Sorry, my pet, it will all be over soon.” He assuaged smoothly with his thrilling voice, she was unable to stay awake any longer as she succumbed to the pain encompassing all of the parts of her small body.

She awoke to the feel of soft fabric against her nude skin, it was slippier than silk, and as she blinked slowly, batting her eyes until she could see clearly, she saw golden satin sheets surrounding her body with bandages along the deep cuts and bruises. Wanting to sit up, istanbul travesti she found her wrists chained against each other above her head, and realizing that she was still in her real nightmare, she tossed her head to the side and felt the sting of pain along her back. Her ankles were free of bounds though, and she twisted to the side as far as she could to look at the door, which was open. Turning her head back as tears once more came to her eyes, she quivered there in agony. Footsteps entered the room just as she let out a violent sob after her foot ran over a whiplash wound along her calf.

“Oh, pet.” She could hear his voice break as the mattress gave way to someone sitting there beside her. Turning, her eyes found him staring back at her and all of her fears seemed to melt away, but she was still crying horribly. He reached up and unlocked her, but as he reached to pull her, his hands rubbed along another wound and she arched her back in another terrible cry. Quickly, he retreated and stared at her crying unable to console and unable to hold her within his grasp. Taking the cloth and basin of water he had brought, his hands squeezed the cloth of hot water and ran it along one of her wounds, soothing the pain as best as he could. The same procedure he had done earlier, but he was more careful now in every aspect until her tears had stopped and her trembling had ceased. Leaning over her, he, himself, trembled as he tried to fight the urge to cry as she had,watching her in such torment was enough. His lips pressed against her own as he encircled her head of corn silk curls, sealing their torture with a sweet kiss. Pulling back, he held himself up with his hands at either side of her face as he tried to force a sorrowful smile.

“I should’ve been there, I should’ve gotten to you sooner, I am sorry, beautiful little one, I am sorry. I will kill that man. I will kill him.” He promised vengefully as he tore away his gaze and proximity to her fragile frame, not looking back as he ran his fingers along the barrel of the handgun within his pocket. She shouted in a protest against his actions, but it was ignored by the slamming of the door,the lock turning to keep her within as she flung herself down against the floor, fists beating against it. Shock waves of pain collapsing her in a shaking heap at the foot of the door frame wondering why he would do this when he finally had her here, when he could finally keep her safe.

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Working Hard for Her Job Ch. 02

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It was the morning after the night before, and Peeta was spending the day on cloud nine. As busy as she was in work, she couldn’t help think about her boss. The thought of Steve having her bent over his desk with his mammoth dick buried inside her sent shivers down her spine. He’d touched her in places no one else had; it’d been the best sex she’d ever had, and she wanted more. Unfortunately for her, she’d already checked his schedule, and knew that her boss was tied up in meetings all day. When she looked over her shoulder, she could see him now, sitting in a glass-walled conference room. Every so often, she caught him staring back at her, and noticed the slight grin on his lips as he did.

The feel of his gaze on her was giving her goose-bumps, and she needed release. With a devilish smile, she knew what she had to do. She kept glancing back over her shoulder, and eventually caught her bosses’ eye through the glass partition. As he watched, she slowly stood from her chair and bent over the desk, pretending to reach for a document at the edge. She’d dressed to impress today, and to impress one person in particular. Her flowing white blouse was tucked into a long black skirt that ended just above her four-inch heels. As conservative as the skirt was, the slit at the side let her show off as much leg as she liked, and she knew for a fact that when she bent over, the material clung to the pert cheeks of her arse like a second skin. Holding the pose, she giggled softly as she saw Steves face redden.

After that, she tried to get back to work, but her attention kept wandering to the fuck session from the night before. She kept the teasing going, stretching lower and longer every time, and putting as much leg as possible on show. She’d finish with a dirty smile or a blown kiss over her shoulder, before sitting back down and at least pretending to tackle the spreadsheet on her screen. As she input numbers lazily, another idea quickly formed in her head, and she chuckled as she typed an email to her boss:

“Mr Gascombe, could we arrange a meeting to discuss the desk arrangements in the office? I’m finding mine a little too large for my tastes; usually I am more than capable of handling a big one, but the size of this one is causing me to stretch right out.

Regards,

Peeta.”

She giggled quietly as she clicked send, then got on with her day. Lunch came and went; she had left the office to pick up a sandwich, and returned to find a brief reply from Steve:

“Peeta,

See me at 1715.

S.”

She licked her lips in anticipation, and turned to acknowledge the email, but the blinds in the meeting room had been shut, denying her the opportunity. She’d just have to respond electronically.

“Mr Gascombe, Thank you for the prompt response. We also need to discuss the air-conditioning set-up. I seem to be suffering from hot flashes all day. And when I’m not, my nipples (amongst other things) are terribly stiff. Hopefully we can resolve this in a reasonable time frame.

Regards,

Peeta.”

The afternoon wore on, and for the second evening in a row, she watched her colleagues troop out at five o’clock; Peeta was trembling in anticipation by the time the office had emptied. She nearly jumped out of her skin when her phone buzzed at ten past five. She nervously picked up, and before she had a chance to speak, her bosses’ curt voice came down the line.

“I’ll see you now” he commanded, and then hung up without waiting for a response.

A bout of nerves hit her, and Peeta straightened her hair and her blouse before heading to Steve’s office, checking to make sure there were no other stragglers around. She opened the door and entered the darkened room, only to be instantly pushed back against the closing door. Peeta squealed in delight and wrapped her arms and legs around her boss; she was pressed between him and the wood, and his mouth found hers instantly. He was kissing her with a passion and intensity she’d never felt before, but which she was already growing to crave. She squeezed him tighter as she shoved her tongue into his welcoming mouth, moaning softly as Steve kneaded her arse.

“You don’t know what you’ve been doing to me today, do you Peeta?” he growled, finally pulling his mouth from hers.

She feigned a look of innocence, fluttering her eyelashes and pouting. “I don’t know what you’re implying Mr Gascombe; I’ve been nothing but professional.”

“Oh really? Then why are you here? This doesn’t seem very professional, does it?” he kissed her again as he ground his crotch against hers, and Peeta moaned louder, feeling how hard he was.

“Because I’m so fucking horny. I need you now boss!” she groaned, biting his neck before looking up to his eyes. She saw the smile on his lips fade slightly as he spoke.

“Me too babe. You’ve been pushing my buttons all day. But I’ve got some bad news for you. But maybe some good news as well…..”

“Give them to me in order then şişli travesti boss; let’s see what we can do about them.” she murmured, nuzzling against his skin, relishing the mixed smell of his sweat and aftershave.

“Well one of the clients from todays meeting…..I have to entertain him tonight. I’ll have to go and meet him at seven.”

“Oh. Well, that sucks” Peeta pouted, for real this time.

“That’s the bad news. I wonder if you want to accompany me? This client…..well I’ve entertained him before, and he’s got fairly specific tastes. I think he’ll like you! What do you think?”

Peetas mouth and eyes widened in mock outrage before she giggled. “Are you trying to get rid of me already Steve? Or pimp me out?”

He kissed her again before continuing “I can’t see myself giving you up any-time soon. You’re like a drug. I just thought we could get to know each other better, and have some fun too; a lot of fun I hope!”

“What kind of fun Boss?”

“The same as last night. Maybe even more. I might even get to see you in action if you’re up for it?”

“Always Steve” she breathed, already imagining the night he had in store for her.

“Excellent!” Steve smiled. He lowered her slowly to the ground, and his mouth found hers again. This kiss was slower and more sensual than before, and no less pleasurable for either. They finally pulled away and Steve whispered softly “I love the taste of you.”

With a shake of his head, he became more business-like. “Here’s my address. Why don’t you come over for nine? You can put your taxi on expenses.” He grinned at her as she turned to leave “Oh and Peeta?”

“Yes boss?” she smiled.

“Bring an overnight bag. You can stay at mine tonight.”

**********

Peeta rushed home, and treated herself to a long luxurious soak in the bath before agonising on her choice of outfit for the night. Steve hadn’t really given too many hints of what would be expected of her; should she show off as much as possible, or was he expecting her to be professional? After much deliberation, she decided to throw caution to the wind. Peeta started by rolling a pair of black stockings up her long slim legs. A lacy blue thong followed, and held her throbbing Asian dick in place. Thinking about it, Peeta realised she hadn’t been soft all day! She stroked herself a few times through her panties, tingling with excitement, before stopping herself. She knew if she waited, the pleasure of release would be so much better. She picked out a pair of six-inch blue heels, and put them on before standing back to admire herself in the mirror. The little thong disappeared between her cheeks, and the heels made her legs look fabulous. Sticking to her theme, Peeta pulled her favourite blue dress from the wardrobe and pulled it over her head. It was so short it barely covered the cheeks of her round arse, let alone the top of her stockings. She grinned at herself as she stepped back again, taking in her reflection. She looked like a whore. Her tousled black hair fell around her shoulders, and already gave her a just-fucked look. She reckoned Steve would be more than happy to see her like this!

Peeta spent the last 15 minutes before the taxi arrived touching up her make-up; a touch of blue eye-shadow along with some mascara was more than enough to make her eyes stand out, and the ruby lipstick she favoured made her lips plump and glossy. “Perfect for cock-sucking,” she thought to herself, pouting at her reflection before heading out the door. The long coat she wore served to shield her from the elements and from any prying eyes; she didn’t need her neighbours thinking she was out on the game! Her taxi was waiting outside, and she gave the address before slipping into a daydream. She couldn’t get Steve off her mind, and doubted that’d change any time soon. Peeta loved sex, and was out on the prowl most weekends, but she’d never gotten fucked like she had the evening before. The things that shocked her most was that he’d already known about her secret, and that he didn’t mind; in fact, he was into it! She’d need to find out more about how he knew tonight.

As they got closer to Steve’s place, Peeta realised she’d been putting on a bit of a show for the driver. Her coat had slipped open, and her long legs were stretched out, showing off the expanse of brown thigh between her stocking-tops and the hem of her dress. She caught his eye in the mirror as they stopped at traffic lights, and spread her legs wider as her fingers ran up her legs. His eyes widened as she spread her thighs slightly, moving her hand even further up so her fingers were now playing over her lacy thong. It was too dark for the cabbie to tell what was hiding inside them, but his constant backwards glances and increasingly erratic driving let her know he was enjoying the show. Luckily, they were only minutes from their destination, and Peeta handed over a £20 note with a smile, telling him to keep bakırköy travesti the change before she headed inside.

It seemed there was no need for her to buzz in. A doorman greeted her by name as he opened the wide glass door for her, and instructed her to take the lift to the 8th floor. Steve had obviously let him know she was expected! Her eyes travelled around the lobby as her heels clicked over the marble floor. Her boss was obviously earning a nice bonus; the entrance was more opulent than anywhere she’d ever been, and dealing with a doorman was a first for her. The elevator was just as well appointed, and floor-length mirrors gave Peeta a final chance to check her reflection before she headed into the hallway and knocked on Steve’s door. He answered quickly, and a broad grin spread across his face as his eyes ran down her body.

“Wow…..Hi Peeta. I’m not usually this lost for words, but you look stunning!” he said, taking her hand and leading her inside. “Did you get here OK?”

“Yeah fine Steve…..this place is magnificent, you must do well for yourself?” Peeta smiled back, following her boss into what seemed to be a guest bedroom. He looked just as good to her, less formal than in the office, with a hint of his broad chest showing above a partially unbuttoned pink shirt.

“Yeah I do OK,” Steve replied curtly, taking her coat and laying it on the bed “The Company treat me well, and my bonuses allow me to indulge in…..things of beauty.” As he spoke, his eyes travelled down her body again as he sat on the edge of the bed, and Peeta moved slowly between his open legs; she felt his hands wrap around her slim waist, pulling her down onto his lap. Their mouths met instantly, and Steve’s tongue explored the inside of Peetas willing mouth as she ran her fingers through her hair. She moaned in earnest as Steve pushed his hand between her legs, cupping her hardness in his large hand. Pushing down harder on his lap, she was relieved and ecstatic to find that he was just as hard as she was.

“So boss,” she smiled, pulling away from him slightly, “what do you have planed for us tonight? Something about a client to entertain?”

“Yeah something like that Peeta” Steve replied, his hand still softly rubbing between her legs. “It’s Mr Clarke. I’m sure you know that name?”

Even though she’d only been in the office a few months, she’d certainly heard of Mr Clarke. He was the head of their biggest clients, with enough clout to close their department down if he took his business elsewhere. “Yeah I’ve heard of him” she whispered, biting Steve’s earlobe softly, “And…..?”

“Well…..we have this arrangement,” Dave continued, whispering softly as he continued to tease her, “I found out fairly quickly that he’s a bit of a sucker for cock. So usually, me entertaining him involves him on his knees for the evening. But the one thing he enjoys more than sucking is the thought of a tranny…..the thought of a beautiful transsexual fucking him…..”

Dave paused to gauge Peetas reaction, and smiled as he watched her eyes widen. She pushed her crotch against his hand as she sighed softly, “and you thought that I…..might be able to help you out Steve?”

“Yeah…..yeah Peeta. I think you’d be fantastic. What do you think?”

“Mmmmm yeah I think I can be persuaded Steve…..Boss…..on one condition…..”

“What’s that honey?” Steve breathed, still stroking her through her stretched thong.

“I get you afterwards…..all to myself…..that’s fair isn’t it…..Boss?” she purred.

“Yeah I think that can be easily arranged” Steve replied, giving her a final stroke before he lifted her to her feet, standing beside her, “so shall we go and surprise our guest?”

He took Peetas hand and led her through the apartment until they reached the lounge. It was a sizeable, open room, with large glass windows showing a stunning view out over the city. Peeta was suitably impressed, sweeping her eyes over the room until they rested on who she assumed was Mr Clarke. He was older than Steve, and Peeta estimated was in his mid-50’s, and was sitting comfortably on the couch with a glass of red wine in his hand, staring out over the remnants of the sunset. Steve coughed quietly, and Mr Clarke looked up in astonishment when he realised they were there.

“Well Steve, are you going to introduce us?” she smiled, releasing his hand and making her way slowly across the room. “He can be so rude sometimes!” she grinned as she sat next to Mr Clarke, crossing her legs towards him to give him a wide expanse of thigh to ogle, “My names Peeta. And you’re Mr Clarke, right?”

“Please, call me George,” he replied, composing himself as Steve grinned from across the room “It’s a pleasure Peeta.”

“Oh the pleasure will be all mine tonight I think…..George” she replied, licking her lips as she ran the toe of her shoe up and down his calf.

“Peeta is here for a bit istanbul travestileri of additional entertainment tonight George” Steve said, sitting in the corner across the room, “I think you’ll find her to your taste!”

George looked confused, but Peeta grinned as she lifted herself up onto his lap. She took his free hand and slowly moved it down her body, their fingers sliding together down her tummy. She arched her back slightly as she spread her legs, and sighed softly as she guided his hand under her dress. “Have you found something you like George?” she teased, breathing more quickly as his fingers found her hardness.

“Oh God…..I didn’t know…..I’d never have guessed” he groaned the grins on both Peetas and Steve’s faces widened.

“That’s OK baby, I’ll show you soon.” Peeta whispered, turning to face him. “I know you’re an important man…..your time is very valuable…..I wouldn’t want to keep you waiting.” Her fingers began deftly working her way down his shirt as she straddled him, unbuttoning it as she smirked. “I just need to make you more comfortable first.” Her pink tongue flicked over her ruby lips as George looked on with pure lust in his eyes. His hands were on her thighs, running over her stocking-tops as she pressed down on his crotch. Peeta could feel his hardness under her, and needed to see how far she could push him. With Steve still watching from the corner, she rose back onto her feet, gyrating slowly as she began to put on a show for the two businessmen watching her. Her hands ran over her own body as she threw her hair back, shaking her hips to an imaginary beat. Her fingers ran down to the hem of her already short dress, and gradually pulled it up, exposing the thin line of her blue thong to George. With a grin, she bent at the waist to touch her toes, and heard Georges sharp intake of breath as her pert brown cheeks spread for him, showing off her gorgeous little arse. Peeta rose back up so slowly, her hands stroking up her legs before she stood again, and eased herself back into Georges lap.

“You see something you like George?” Peeta purred, lying back against him as he moaned softly. “It certainly feels like it,” she sighed, pushing her arse firmly against his straining bulge and moving against it, “It feels like you’re enjoying your lap-dance George…..I know I am.” As she spoke, her hand grasped his and guided him back between her legs. She was straining her tiny panties, and needed to be released. “Lets show each other…..show each other how much we’re enjoying it.”

She stepped back again with a long lingering look of lust to Steve, still seated in the corner. He hadn’t taken her eyes off her, and the way he was touching himself through his trousers let her know he was enjoying it as much as she was. Turning her attention back to George, she giggled as she watch him push his trousers and boxers down together; a nice, un-cut six-inch dick sprang into view, already shiny with pre-cum. “Mmmmm very nice George. You’re about the same size as me……let me show you.” With a well-practised movement, she tugged her thong to one side, and her slim brown girl-cock sprang into view. Like George, hers was about six inches in length, but a much darker colour and not as thick. Peeta kept herself completely smooth and bare, but she was being very turned on by the sight of George’s neatly trimmed salt and pepper pubes. She eased herself between his legs again, positioning herself so her dick was pressed against his.

“Look at that baby. Doesn’t that look sexy?” she whispered, “they look good enough to stroke, don’t they?” George grunted in agreement, eyes fixed on the brown cock rubbing against his. “Do it then babe,” Peeta sighed, “stroke us both…..rub us against one another.”

George didn’t hesitate, and instantly reached down. His pushed their cocks together, and began to stroke slowly. Peeta moaned in appreciation, watching him work before remembering their audience. “Steve you need to come watch,” she murmured, as fixated on Georges hand as he was, “this is so fucking hot.”

She heard Steve move from his chair as George continued, and looked up when she noticed her boss settle beside George on the sofa. He was still fully dressed, but his excitement was evident. “That’s it George,” he whispered “Get her ready…..get her ready for your hole…..that’s what you want isn’t it?” George nodded, speeding up his strokes as he looked up at Peeta. “I need it…..I need you so badly,” he muttered hoarsely “I’ve always wanted someone like you…..please Peeta…..please fuck my ass.”

Peeta trembled in delight and smiled at both of them. Not trusting her voice, she nodded in reply, and moved away from Georges grasp. She watched as he slid down the sofa, lifting his legs up to give her access. Peeta was trembling in anticipation, and barely noticed when Steve stood up beside her, only paying attention when he lifted her chin and kissed her. He was soft at first, with light kisses darting onto her ruby lips. Soon they were firmer and more passionate, and George was forgotten about for a second as Peeta wrapped her arms around her boss. She groaned in surprise and pleasure when she felt his hand wrap around her throbbing brown dick, shivering as he spread lube over her.

“He’s so tight honey,” Steve murmured, “You’ll need this.”

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There are times in a young man’s life when it is so full of fun and sex that it’s a wonder they survive. College is one of those times for many young men and it certainly was for me. I attended a small private collage in southwestern Ohio at a time when the world seemed to be totally focused on it’s self. Yea, it was the late 80’s and the me decade was in full swing. I can’t say that I immersed myself in the culture of the times, but just like walking across a muddy field you can’t help but get some on you.

I was in and out of several relationships with girls of many different types but couldn’t seem to find that one woman who rocked my world. Well, at least not for more that a few months. The fall of my senior year there was a new girl on campus, a cute tall blonde with a bright smile, blue eyes, and a figure that drew my eyes to her whenever she was in sight. I was in between girl friends and thought that I should go and introduce myself the first chance I got.

I saw her on and off for the next couple of weeks and never could get a chance to talk to her. She was always across the green or I was running late for class. It was starting to seem like I was just not supposed to meet her. Then one day I was down on my knees getting my mail out of my mailbox in the student union when this nicely shaped pair of long legs stopped beside me. I looked over at them and then allowed my eyes to roam up along the shapely body to pretty face of the owner. It was the new girl and she was getting her mail out of one of the top mailboxes. I finished grabbing my mail, the usual credit card offers and a note from home, then turned to face my new neighbor. She was wearing a short denim mini skirt and a tee shirt with some band on it I hadn’t heard of yet. Her blonde hair was teased up pretty big and her makeup looked great.

“Hi, I’m Thomas.” I said as I stood up and extended a hand. I knew she was tall from seeing her across the green with other students, but I had no idea how tall she really was until I was standing beside her. I’m just a tick over 5’9″ and my eyes were level with the bottom of her chin.

She flashed me a brilliant smile and said, “I know. You’ve been looking at me so much lately I started asking around about you.” My face turned bright red at being truly busted. I sheepishly replied,

“Guilty on all counts.”

“You know you have a bit of a rep for being a womanizer,” She stated flatly. “But I think you just haven’t found the right girl yet so I was wondering if you’d like to be my boyfriend.” I was struck speechless. My mouth wouldn’t seem to work at all so she filled the silence with, “I’m sure I’d be your best damn girlfriend ever!”

I looked at this beautiful girl and couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Not only was she interested in having me be her boyfriend, but she was basically telling me she’d be the best one ever! Finally my brain slipped into gear and I blurted out,

“Are you kidding? I’d love to be your boyfriend!

“That’s really cool!” she exclaimed. “Why don’t you pick up a bottle of white wine and come by my room in Jacobs Hall. Then we can get to know one another a little better.” She said with obvious meaning. “It’s room 426, at the end of the hall. My roommate transferred to another school so we’ll have the room to ourselves.” This beautiful girl leaned down and gave me quick kiss on the lips then said, “I’ve got to get to my Business Admin class, so come by around 6:00 and bring some snacks with the wine.” She turned to leave, stopped, then turned back and gave me another quick kiss. “By the way, my name’s Angel.” She said quickly, then turned and walked away.

I watched her go. Her nice round ass swaying back and forth while her long blonde hair bounced with each sexy step, she looked like a runway model on a catwalk. I couldn’t believe my incredible luck. As those long legs went through the glass doors of the Student Union and out into the warm fall sunshine I tried to imagine how they’d feel wrapped around me later that night. Oh boy, but how far off the mark was my imagination.

A Long Afternoon

I floated my way down to the local alcohol purveyor in a happy daze of sexual anticipation. I stressed over the wines to the point where the sales lady finally came over to me to make suggestions. I was holding a $4.99 bottle of chardonnay in my hand when she asked me if she could help. I delicately told her that a beautiful girl had invited me to her room to “get to know one another”. With a knowing smile the woman took the bottle from my hand and picked up one from the shelf above it. Without saying a word she showed me the alcohol content of each bottle. As a college student there’s one thing I’ve definitely learned, alcohol content is everything. I splurged and bought the $9.99 bottle, some cheese and crackers, and one of those roses that stores carry wrapped in plastic. I was now loaded for bear!

On leaving the store I looked at my watch. It was 1:48. Only four hours and görükle escort twelve minutes to go. Shit.

I got back to my room and unloaded enough beer out of the frig to put the wine in to start it chilling. The lady at the store told me it needed to be chilled. Not wanting the beer to sit around and get warm I popped the top on one and looked at my desk clock. 2:10. Three hours and fifty minutes to go. Damn.

I had another beer and turned on the tube. I knew I should work on my physics project, but I also knew there was no way I’d be able to concentrate on it with Angel’s long legs still emblazoned on my eyes. The clock said 2:37. Three hours and twenty three minutes left to go. Fuck!

It seemed that time just refused to move at any normal rate for me. As it got closer to the anointed time, (Imagine a choir singing ‘Halleluiah!!!’) the damn clock seemed to be coming to a complete stand still! Just when I was starting to think I was trapped in some rip in time my stoner roommate came be bopping into the room. I’m in a pretty pissy mood by this time so I deliver the crushing line,

“If you keep blowing of your psych class there’s no way in hell you’ll pass it, even if you are some kind of psychology ‘prodigy’.” With some small distain in his voice he replied,

“Dude, I’ll have you know that I haven’t missed a class in three weeks. I’m like totally stoked about studying old Siggy. That Dude was one seriously messed up old man.” In a conspirators voice he continued, “I think he had a thing for his mom and that just ain’t right dude!” I looked back at the clock and asked,

“Did you get out early? It’s only a quarter after five.”

“Dude it’s almost six, your battery must be going in that clock, I told you to get one of the plug in…” Stoner boy didn’t get a chance to finish because I was franticly grabbing my stuff and sprinting from the room. Thankfully our campus wasn’t very large and as I went blazing past the clock tower on the commons it showed that I had four minutes to make it to her room. I put on an extra burst of speed.

Getting Acquainted

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I’d run track in high school, but that was a long time ago and there was no trace of that conditioning left in my body. When the elevator got to the fourth floor I was still breathing pretty damn hard. I took a right off of the elevator and jogged to the end of the hall to stand panting in front of my new girlfriend’s door. I knocked at the door and heard her call,

“Just a second.” I listened as she moved around in her room for a moment then the door opened and there stood Angel. She had on a pair of jeans that had so many holes in them they were more like shorts and those long legs were so sexy showing all tanned and smooth through the holes. She had on a skin tight wife-beater muscle shirt and you could easily see her lacy white bra through the shirt. She smiled a big smile and said,

“You’re breathing pretty hard Thomas, you must be very excited to see me again.” All I could do was nod. She was a vision of college girl sexuality. “We can’t get to know one another very well here in the door way, well…I guess we could, but the RA might get a little excited about it, so why don’t you come inside.”

Angel stepped aside as I walked into a room where my views on life and sexuality were about to change drastically. I looked around the room and it appeared to be decorated the same as any other young college woman’s. About the room were scattered the usual books and papers, pictures filled with smiling and laughing people. On the floor there was a big soft rug with pillows strewn over it and it was there that Angel plopped down indicating with a hand that I join her.

Without a word she took the bottle of wine and expertly opened it with a corkscrew she had ready. Grabbing a couple of wine glasses she filled each one about half full, re-corked the bottle, then turned to one side and slid it into her frig. I was a little nervous so I took a big swallow of wine hoping that it would quickly take the edge off my nerves. Usually I’m very comfortable around girls, but for some reason I didn’t feel that way with Angel.

She sipped her wine then said,

“So tell me about yourself.”

“Like what? What do you want to know?”

“Everything. What type of music you like, movies you like, foods you like, sexual positions you enjoy. Just everything.”

“Well…I like rock music, action adventure movies, seafood, and pretty much any position you’re willing to try.”

“Good, you’re open minded. I like that in a boyfriend.”

“So…what about you? What do you like?”

“I like lots of different types of music, rock to reggae, jazz to blues. Action adventure movies are good but I must confess that I like chick flicks.” she said with a laugh. “Seafood is yummy, but nothing beats a nice thick steak cooked medium-rare. I love sex and all positions, especially the ones where I’m dominant. I must warn you that when görükle escort bayan it comes to sex I’m a pretty take charge kind of girlfriend and when I want to have sex I don’t easily take no for an answer. So if you don’t like to have sex too often you might want to think again about being my boyfriend.”

“If you’re trying to scare me away I don’t think threatening to have too much sex with me is the right way to go about it.”

Angel smiled a knowing little smile and said, “Oh, I have no intention of scaring you away. I just want you to know what you’re getting into and give you a fair chance to back out gracefully. I’ve talked with some of your ex-girlfriends and while I didn’t get any specifics, they all indicated that you like sex a lot and some even alluded that you could be a little kinky.” I blushed and tossed back the rest of my wine. You let a girl use a strap-on on you one time and they think you’re kinky. Hell it was her idea! ‘I just want to know what it’s like for a guy.’ Mandy pleaded. Later I found out she’d made a bet with a girl friend of hers that she could get me to do anything. The girl friend asked her if she could get me to let her bone me with a strap-on, to which Mandy said, ‘No problem.’ I guess Mandy was right. Angel refilled my glass as I said a bit defensively,

“Well, I guess it depends on what you’d call kinky. I would prefer to just consider myself open minded, as you pointed out earlier.” Angel chuckled as she handed back my full glass and said,

“I’m not judging. I’m actually hoping you’re very open minded and very willing. Those are two qualities that are an absolute must to be my boyfriend.” I took another long draw on my wine glass as I digested her words. Here was a girl that professed that she loved sex to the point of not taking no for an answer and telling me if I thought I couldn’t keep up I’d best move on. How could I turn down a challenge like that? I tossed back the rest of my wine, sat the glass out of the way and leaned over and kissed Angel hungrily. Not only did she respond in kind, but the next thing I knew my mouth was full of her tongue. My cock instantly stiffened in my pants.

We continued kissing as I slid my hand up and down along her ribs. She sat her glass down on the floor then grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. It was firm and round with a hard nipple poking into the palm of my hand. I squeezed and rubbed her breast, pinching the nipple occasionally as she moaned into my mouth and tried to stick her tongue down my throat. She was on fire! Her hands were all over me, groping and rubbing me roughly, gripping me so tightly that I thought I might actually have some bruises. Then Angel really surprised me, she shoved her hand down the back of my pants and started rubbing my ass. She squeezed my ass cheeks for a few minutes then slid her hand between my cheeks and stuck her finger as far as she could into my asshole. I grunted into her mouth and tired to struggle a little, but she didn’t slow down a bit and if anything became even more excited. As she eagerly fucked my ass with her finger she continued rubbing her body against me and thrusting her tongue into my mouth. Angel was very turned on and so super horny she was almost out of control. With her finger deep in my ass I thought, ‘Damn, I think I’m being raped by this girl!’ But I didn’t struggle too much.

Finally she pulled her finger out of me and broke the kiss. She said in a husky, lust filled voice,

“Take your clothes off!” I hesitated for a second, unsure of what I was getting into, but as I watched her pull her shirt over her head revealing her round bra clad boobs it got me started on my own shirt. She asked,

“Bra or no bra? Do you have a preference?” I kinda like it when the girl keeps her bra on. I think it’s sexy. I said,

“On” She smiled and said,

“Good choice!” Angel undid her pants and started to shimmy out of them as I was doing the same for mine. She kept her panties on too, but I was buck naked and my cock was sticking straight up from my crotch. She kicked her pants off and pounced on top me. I thought, ‘This is incredible! I’ve never been with a girl this hot before! She’s as horny as I am. Maybe even hornier!’ Angel’s tongue was back in my mouth and her long body was pressed against mine. She was grinding her firm tits against my chest as she thrust around in my mouth with her tongue. After a couple of minutes she broke the kiss and breathlessly said,

“Wrap you legs around me.” I was so entranced with how excited she was that I didn’t even hesitate. I spread my legs then hooked them around her hips and squeezed her tightly. Angel’s mouth was back over mine and her tongue was working in and out between my pursed lips as she dry humped my ass. My head was spinning from the wine and it seemed to me that I could almost feel something hard through her panties. A few seconds later she stopped humping to reach down to her panties and tug at them. The whole bursa escort time she continued to kiss me and rub against me. A second later my asshole was being forced open as she pushed something big and slippery inside me. I groaned in pain as my ass was forced to stretch farther and farther to accommodate what Angel was pushing into me. In the back of my mind I thought, ‘I guess she got more out of Mandy than that I was just a little kinky!’

Finally my ass was stretched open far enough and I could feel the shaft of her strap-on begin to slide into me. It hurt like hell, but my groans were muffled by Angel’s mouth and her own moans of pleasure. Then it dawned on me, her moans were real. She wasn’t trying to sound excited about using an inanimate object as a surrogate penis, she was pushing the real thing into me! When this realization hit me my first thought was, ‘Holy shit! I’m being fucked in the ass by a guy!’, but then I remembered that lovely vision that had greeted me at the door just a little while ago and I had to reassess the situation. ‘I’m being fucked in the ass by a girl!’ As strange as it may sound that actually made it a bit easier for me to accept. I’m sure there are those of you that think I was just fooling myself, but what the hell, I don’t care what you think.

She stopped pushing that hard cock into me and pulled her mouth from mine. We were both breathing hard, her from excitement and me from pain. Her face was close to mine as she said with a smile,

“My, My, but aren’t you a tight one! It’s going to be a lot of fun getting you stretched out so that I can easily slip into you when ever I want.” I was just getting ready to reply when she started pushing again. I groaned loudly as my new girlfriend forced more of her cock into me. She stopped again and said,

“I just love entering a new boyfriend for the first time, it gets me so turned on I just want to…well…” Angel pushed hard, forcing the rest of her cock into me. I cried out again loudly as she groaned in ecstasy.

“Oh. My. God! It feels so good to finally be up to my balls in a nice tight butt! I haven’t had a boyfriend for almost five months and the lack of sex has been driving me crazy!” Angel pulled back and pushed herself deep into me causing me to cry out again.

“Yea baby! I want to hear you moaning and groaning with my big girl cock buried in you! I think it’s sexy as hell when my boyfriend is vocal while we’re having sex! It turns me on and makes me want to screw him that much harder to make him moan even louder!” With that she pulled back and thrust hard into me. I groaned loudly and finally blurted out,

“Angel you’re hurting me! You’re too big, please stop!” A strained look came over Angel’s face and she started grinding her cock hard against me as she squeezed me tightly against her body. She covered my mouth with hers and thrust her tongue as deep into my mouth as it would go. With a huge groan Angel exploded in my ass. Not once, but five hard shots of cum each with its own thrust and groan. She pulled her mouth off of mine and panted hard in my ear as she tried to catch her breath.

I was lying beneath her thinking, ‘I just got the hell fucked out of me by my girlfriend and her cock is still inside me. If I’m truthful with myself she pretty much just raped me too.’ But along with feeling her still hard cock in my ass I could also feel her round firm bra clad boobs pressed against my chest and her shapely butt under my heels. This was the same hot girl I’d been mooning over for the last few weeks. The only problem was instead of me on top of her with her legs wrapped around me, she had her cock buried in me and my legs were wrapped around her. Ok, so that’s a pretty big problem.

Angel rose up so she could look in my face. She wore a lover’s smile as she said,

“That was great! I haven’t cum that hard in months! It’s so good to have a boyfriend again!” She kissed me on the lips gently then continued, “I’m sorry if I was a little rough on you, it’s just that I was so horny I could hardly wait. I wanted to jump on you the moment I opened the door to let you in! When Mandy told me you let her use a strap-on dildo on you, I knew you were the right guy for me.” She started making short little thrusts with her still hard cock as she said, “This is much better than any old strap-on. Besides I’m probably bigger than the strap-on she used anyway, and bigger is better!” Angel’s face grew serious as she kissed me again and said, “You’re mine now. We’re boyfriend and girlfriend, a couple. I can’t wait to go to dances, parties, movies, picnics, study together, all those things you get to do when you’re a couple!” Angel put on a sly smile and said sexily, “And don’t forget about all of that sex! We’re going to make love all the time! I’m going to be your best damn girlfriend ever!”

Angel sat up off of me and slipped her hands behind my knees. She pushed them up against my chest and started to slowly thrust into my ass. I watched her breasts move and sway with her thrusts. I was trying to come to grips with the fact that I was watching my hot new girlfriend’s boobs bounce and sway as she fucked me with her cock. Angel reached down and took my hands and placed them on her breasts as she said,

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“Are you going to use your toy tonight?”

We were in bed, and Sonya’s head was on my shoulder. It had been a long day and I was tired. But her suggestion was the perfect way to release any lingering stress. I nodded slowly and replied, “Yes, yes I am.” I felt her smile against my neck. From this point there would be no further discussion. We both knew what was coming.

*

We had been dating for a month or so. Actually, she was my girlfriend – we had settled that on our second date. The first date was a lunch after we had spent several days flirting, having met when I was spending a few days in her city for company training. She was working the hotel desk and we initially bonded over a chance remark about the upcoming anniversary of the first moon landing. Turns out she was something of a spaceflight buff, as was I.

Lunch went well and two days later she turned up at my house in a perky summer dress. The dress didn’t stay on for long. That day, in between several sessions in bed I blurted out, “So, are you my girlfriend now?”

Surprised but amused, she responded, “Looks that way, sure!” And back to bed we went.

It was a good situation for us both. We had each ended serious relationships the previous year and were both looking for a good connection, but nothing too serious too soon. She lived about ninety minutes away, which meant there were fun sleepovers, but we weren’t living in each others’ pockets day-to-day. We were very attracted to each other and the sex was great from the start.

Sonya was about fifteen years younger than I, slender with an athletic body and a sly smile. We had done some kissing at the end of our first lunch date and I had slid a hand up to hold her gently around her neck. She later told me this was the moment that melted her, as she felt I had “claimed” her with that act of possessiveness. That first day at my house she obviously loved that I took control of the encounter, but she rolled out her desire to be submissive slowly.

It came out in small ways. Sonya enjoyed being naked around the house, or partially dressed, especially when she was doing some kind of chore. One day after dinner when she began to do the dishes I tried to stop her. “I don’t expect you to come all the way up here to do the dishes.” But she smiled and gently brushed me back.

“I like to feel useful.”

And I came to realize that having a lovely naked girl doing my dishes was something I could get used to. I never took unfair advantage, but it naturally developed that Sonya enjoyed doing some housework and chores for me, unasked, and usually naked.

Of course, being a guy, I could not resist attempting to record this for posterity. So I began to quietly take some photos and videos. Not only didn’t she object, Sonya very easily began posing for me whenever I asked. Although she never said so outright, I sensed she was comfortable in her body. Also, people her age have grown up with smart phones and it was completely normal for her to be the subject of racy photos. She never asked me to be careful with them, but seemed to just assume that I was trustworthy enough not to worry about it.

My favorites were candids of her doing naked chores, and shots of her sucking my cock. Again, without my asking or telling her, Sonya naturally did something I really enjoyed. When giving me görükle escort a blowjob she would often take my cock out of her mouth and slowly rub it around her face. One of my favorite videos has her topless in jeans, on her knees, sucking my cock and rubbing it sensually all over her face, eyes closed. My cock was slick, super hard and I can still remember how it felt gliding over the smooth skin on her cheeks. For her part, Sonya looked like she was in heaven.

There were other clues to her desires. One suggestion which surprised me was that she wanted to be taken just before she went to work. She had it all scripted out in her mind – after a shower and fixing her hair and face she would put on her tasteful, nicely fitted work clothes. She would then get me aroused with her mouth before kneeling on the couch to be taken from behind, her pants pulled down to the knees. I would then fuck her at my own pace until I came deep in her pussy. Sonya would then pull up her underwear and pants, kiss me and leave for work. We enacted her fantasy several times, and she always remarked how dirty she felt walking around with my cum dripping out of her. We both enjoyed the thought that none of her colleagues were likely to imagine how dirty and uninhibited she was in private.

In bed I noticed she had no interest in being on top. Sonya always wanted me pounding away at her from above or from behind. When I took her on her hands and knees (or rather, knees and elbows which pushed her ass up high) she liked when I talked dirty in her ear. One day I happened to mention she looked especially vulnerable in that position. I believe my actual words were, “I love seeing you like this, taking it on your hands and knees like a little bitch.”

Sonya moaned loudly and agreed. “Yes! Fuck me like a little bitch that you own!”

After that we got more and more involved in that sort of roleplay, and I began to see how deeply she desired it. Needed it, in fact, according to her. One day when Sonya was showing me a photo on her phone, I kept scrolling and found her stash of dirty photos and videos. There were several of girls being slapped across their faces. I looked at her and she blushed. Although I had engaged in that sort of play with women before, I told her I wasn’t comfortable slapping her, but would do everything else I could to make her feel owned and submissive. She hugged me, agreeing.

We had a lot of sex when she visited, which was usually several days out of the week, but not every night. My job took a lot out of me, and there were nights we just slept. Sonya never said so directly, but she seemed to want sex every night and appeared a little disappointed when I was too tired. This was when she began hinting at a new scenario for us.

It was one of those nights. I had come home from work late, Sonya was there and we had watched part of a movie before I had to call it a day. We went to bed and I was not far from nodding off when Sonya whispered a question in my ear. “Too tired?”

“Too tired to make it good for you, probably.”

She gently shrugged. “You wouldn’t have to worry about me.” That hung in there air for a moment.

“Well, if you’re offering…” I said in a careful tone of voice.

“You can do what you need. I don’t mind.”

Although it was dark, I turned to face her.

“Are görükle escort bayan you saying what I think you’re saying?”

Sonya nodded. “Take it if you want it.”

I saw where she was going with this. From another girl it might have been a cynical offer, but I could tell she meant it. And from what we’d been playing with lately, she would almost certainly enjoy it. “Just so we’re clear – if I take you right now here’s how it’s going to go. I’m going to get on top, and I’m going to use you however I like until I finish.”

“Uh huh.” She sounded a little breathless.

“And then I’m going to go to sleep”, I continued. “No talking. I’m not even going to say ‘thank you’ or ‘good night’. I’m just going to have you and then it’s bed time. Do you understand?”

Sonya nodded quickly. “Yes.”

“OK then.” I would speak only one more word that evening.

I took Sonya by the hair, always a move that worked with her, and kissed her firmly. I then took her hand and pulled it down to my cock. I was already most of the way to hardness, our conversation having awoken my arousal. We were both on our backs, and for several minutes I held her wrist and guided her as she fondled me. I was soon hard as could be, but took a moment to check between Sonya’s legs. It didn’t seem like much foreplay, but the scenario had obviously gotten to her because she was wet and ready.

After touching her for just a brief moment I took both of her wrists in my hand and pinned them to the bed above her head. She was breathing hard and readily spread her legs wide for me. I loomed over her and slid my cock against her wet pussy a few times before sliding in slowly but firmly. After two or three strokes our hips touched and I was fully inside her. Sonya let out a deep moan. I took hold of her hair and twisted her head to the side so I could speak one final word into her ear.

“Quiet!”

She gasped at the command and then seemed to settle with a resolve to do as she was told. She spread her legs wider and stayed still while I used her. That was her word – ‘used’, as she said the next day in recounting the episode. She was deep in the role of being used as a fuck toy. There was no consent to give, she was simply letting it happen as if it was my right. I could sense the effort she was making to stay quiet, stifling the moans and dirty talk that were normally a part of our sex, and it was hugely arousing. The feeling was primal – taking her as I pleased, to use as I wanted.

I pounded into her for some minutes, pausing only to re-grip her wrists or tug on her hair. Sonya remained flat on her back, legs open, her face turned toward the wall. There was no kissing. I grunted out my pleasure, lost in the feeling of taking her this way. It soon built up to the point of no return and I thrust hard into her, locking our hips together as I let it go inside her. Long, deep spurts that seemed to go on forever until I finally collapsed, breathing as if I’d just run a race.

After resting a moment I pulled out and rolled off. It felt strange to say nothing, but we were both committed to the moment. I turned onto my side and closed my eyes. The only acknowledgement I made was to throw an arm around her as we drifted off to sleep. She snuggled happily into me.

The next night we talked about what we had done and bursa escort how it felt. I was worried she might feel resentful or disrespected. But not only was she fine with it, the whole scenario felt good and natural to her. Sonya didn’t always orgasm during sex, and had had some issues with previous lovers who had taken it as their personal mission to change that. She actually enjoyed taking the pressure off and letting it happen when it happened. So while I worried I had taken her in a way that was a bit selfish, Sonya felt relieved of all responsibility and pressure. It was also a turn-on, when it did happen, to have to orgasm quietly so as not to disobey the no-talking and keep-quiet rule. She told me matter-of-factly that I should feel free to take her again like that any time.

*

“Are you going to use your toy tonight?”

That became her standard question each night in bed. We tried it a few times during the day, but I found myself most comfortable with this kind of play at night. It was a great way to end the day. So when Sonya asked the question and I answered yes, we both knew it would be our favorite way to exhaust ourselves before sleep.

When she asked, it meant she was already on the road to being wet and aroused. It would only take some light touching between her legs, or squeezing of nipples. As for me, her hand usually had me hard in no time. Although I also enjoyed straddling her chest to rub my cock on her face or push it into her mouth. But this foreplay never lasted long. Soon, Sonya would assume the expected position – legs spread, head turned toward the side, wrists crossed above her. Often I took her silently, like the first time. But tonight I was in the mood to tease her, talking dirty in her ear as I thrust into her. But it was a one-way conversation, because she had been told to keep quiet.

“I love using my fuck toy at night! Do you like spreading your legs when you’re told?”

Sonya nodded her head enthusiastically. I thrust hard and deep into her, slowly. Making her body recoil each time our hips bumped.

“It feels so good to use you hard, the way I want.”

She stifled a moan.

“I’m going to fill you up soon. Then you’re going to go to sleep with my cum dripping out of you.”

A gasp escaped her as Sonya struggled to stay silent. I loved seeing her struggle, desperately, trying her best to obey.

“You look like such a good little bitch, spreading your legs when you’re told. Trying to keep quiet while I use you.” I was really pounding into her hard now.

“Are you ready? I’m going to let it go. I’m going to fill up that little pussy.”

Sonya bit her lip and nodded. It was one of her tells that she held her breath just before she came. I considered stopping, as I sometimes did, denying her an orgasm. But I’m a softy at heart and decided to let her go. We were lucky, we would jump off the cliff together tonight.

I grunted and bellowed in her ear. “You’re going to make me cum. I’m going to do it in your slutty pussy!” A few more thrusts and the orgasm washed over me. I reveled in the feeling of using her as I pleased, claiming her once again in the most intimate way possible.

She went over the edge too, and I was so proud of the effort it took for her to stay quiet, fulfilling her role so perfectly. Soon I rolled over, and then I did something off the script of our lovely roleplay. I turned her head toward me and kissed her quickly on the lips.

I felt her smile and she whispered, “Thank you!”

Always a good sign when a girl thanks you for fucking her. Sonya’s good people. A keeper, for sure.

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Dearest reader,

I chronicle these humiliations at the demand of my master whose sole purpose in life seems to be to induce in me the greatest hysteria and humiliation his villainous mind can dream of.

You can understand that as the doorman knocked at my chamber, announcing the arrival of the carriage, it was not only my heart that was aflutter. It was well known that my husband, the Viscount, was currently visiting the Northern Territories, and was not expected back for some days. As was our custom, my master, the Dauphin had sent the coach for me this evening.

It is required that as I ride, I adjust my petticoats so that I sit with my bare buttocks and neither regions upon the saloon’s leather seat. This not only results in the manufacture of the most unctuous of waters, but has also lead, by sheer association, to my helpless inability to avoid soiling my stockings every time I travel in this manner. On more than one occasion he has required the inspection of both my soiled wears and, my naughty cunny to provide evidence of my compliance with this outrageous demand. He sometimes even insists on doing the later in semi public locations in full view of the staff. This I find most humiliating, but I know that he derives great pleasure from it .

Men called out as gates were opened and closed, then the carriage was slowed to a halt. It was most joyful for me to be greeted by my master in the courtyard. As was our custom, I kept my eyes downcast until he lifted my chin to receive his kiss. I could not conceal a blush as he told me, “You look delicious this evening my dove.” I glanced around to see that I was now in the stony embrace of a large mansion. My master escorted me through a side entrance, held open by a valet.

Descending some stairs, we strode in silence along a long corridor that opened upon a large well lit room. On the floor above I could hear a soiree in full attendance – the click of women’s footwear and the regular patter of conversation. A chamber orchestra played. My master handed me a glass of wine.

The room was empty, save for servants, though meticulously prepared for celebration. My thirst quaffed, my master lead me into the center of the room where had been arranged a festive archway. “Relax” he said, “my naughty pet is going to love this.” With that, he lifted my right hand high above my head and fastened my wrist firmly into a leather cuff that was suspended by a strong chain from the arch. My heart began to race as he did the same with my left hand.

Tugging on the restraints, my Master asked after my comfort. “As comfortable, that is, as you can be”, he smirked. Drawing my attention upward, he then revealed a small white linen strand which he commanded görükle escort I pull. In doing so, the mechanism produced a ringing in a bell attached to the strand. The ring was clearly heard on the floor above us, eliciting a momentary hush which was soon overtaken by conversation once more, markedly more excited than before the signal had rung out.

My Master then fitted a silken mask over my eyes. It’s clever design was such that I was unable to spy even out of it’s sides. Moving behind me, he then clasped my ankles in cuffs I had not seen before. “Widen your stance”, he ordered me, and I complied moving my feet out to the extremes of my shoulders. “wider!”, he commanded with a tone that did not admit the possibility of resistance. Feeling vulnerable, I heard him working mechanism that rendered me unable to close my legs.

His next command was not addressed to me; “Remove her garments.” I detected the motion of two or more footmen stepping forward, they setting immediately to work. Cold steel blades cut the bindings of my bodice. Soon my breasts fell free from their restraints, dangling like tempting fruit as my master is fond of saying. I felt fingers along my legs and loins as these too were liberated. Soon enough, their work was finished, and in full humiliation I struggled at my restraints.

The room’s breezes now blew freely in modesty’s temple.

My master told me later that I was the vision of a siren, and my countenance moved even the footmen to lusty firmness which they bashfully attempted to hide. I heard my master approach and he embraced me from behind. His whispered command was that I ring the bell thrice.

The result was a collective cheer from the gathered crowd above, and I could detect great excitement as the river of guests poured from the ballroom above. Musical instruments too could be heard taking new positions in the chamber. A hushed silence then fell all around me, replaced by the smell of perfume and the scent of smoke on the men. In my predicament, while my heart was fearful and my modesty was most degraded, my cunny was most active under the curls of my bush. She found the circumstances best addressed by drooling copiously. Try as I may to tame her most unseemly behavior, she would have none of it; she was simply beyond control.

My cunny loved it even more when the lord of the manor commenced a most curious speech. His address was thus;

“Good ladies and lords, it pleases me greatly to announce the evening’s entertainment. The Dauphin has been so kind as to lend us his mistress for our grand festivities. He reports that she has served him well in her role, and is deserved of some pleasure.” At this a murmur of agreement spread through görükle escort bayan the group. He continued; “Here you shall find arrayed all manner of feather, wand, sensory instrument, and dilettos of sundry sizes and shapes. We grant you the full range of her charms. As you can see she already quakes in anticipation. The only rule is thusly, as you have heard, she has access to a small bell which she may chime at will. Should she exercise this action, I charge you halt immediately.”

At this, the chamber orchestra roused and general merriment once again established itself throughout the hall. I tensed, expecting an immediate onslaught of probing fingers and groping hands, but as wicked a visage my imagination might produce, I remained undisturbed in my predicament. My mind even began to believe myself the victim of an evil dupe.

After some time, I began to detect the arrival of different groups of revelers in my immediate vicinity. Betrayed by their fine perfume I became suddenly expert in detecting the proximity of high born women, or the animal like respiration of the men.

In time, a group smelling sweet of the finest boutiques of the continent, began conduct not unlike that of commoners in a farmers market. Their touches assessing the succulence of my flesh. The paired globes of my breasts being carefully lifted and handled in the manner of testing fresh produce. My modesty then tested as the patrons visited the bazaars backstreets, parting the strong globes of my haunches to expose the sensitive pink bud hidden therein. This I found most humiliating, but small in comparison to their assessment of the emporiums finest wares which soused their fingers as they gently parted the surrounding protective layers. This produced in my visitors appreciative sighs as they abandoned me once more to veiled solitude.

This short span was broken by the sudden touch of two well manicured fingernails that began a languid journey commencing at the base of my neck. The pleasure was like that of lightning bolts striking a solitary tree. The nails continued along my flanks, flowing onto the curve of my buttocks, and downward along my thighs. Hot breath bathed my shoulders as the hand met the limits of its travels. These actions did not go unnoticed by my delicate cunny who’s response was to heat my belly in hunger.

The fingers were joined by others, and so it was continued until my pleasure muddled thoughts could no longer maintain score of the assault. My only choice was to surrender, as my light sighs of pleasure joined with the music of the chamber. This sustained until all my defenses had melted. Appreciations were murmured, and my audience gave way to other guests of the manor.

Shivers bursa escort of pleasure continued to resonate in me as I was again cast aground in a warm sea, without touch. Unable to reach out, I was alone as my senses burned raw in the rooms thick air.

I then felt upon my lips the caress of feathers. They traced my now open mouth, moved down along my neck, to make the soft skin of my chest the subject of their exploration. My petulant globes were awash in the circles described by these. Even my tender points, which now ached from their hardness, were not spared the exquisite cascade of the instruments. Here they lingered, my cunny babbling like an incoherent street beggar.

Being subject to Newtonian law the nexus of the touches ambled downward. Though my restraints prevented me from closing my legs to conceal my innocent, though now drenched, charms, my cunny demanded I open even further to the delicious touches. Feathers now played over my hillocks and flanks and the mouth of my desire now opened like the shellfish sometimes brought ashore by fishermen in the southern coast. My lust of my wet loins perfumed the air as the feathers played in my hungry furrow.

Without discernable order, feathers were now replaced by fingers, which conducted joint exploration of the provinces available to them. Behind me, my previously untouched passage now opened to warm oiled fingers that insinuated themselves into my intimate recess. Though humiliated, my delirious murmuring betrayed my pleasure as they moved within its narrows.

As I again gained my self, a single finger gently assailed my most intimate temple, insistently petitioning for entry at my fleshy gates. The inflamed voice of my desire, already awakened to melody now began questing for the undeniable, and with this my interlocutor gained welcomed admission. My thrashing and sounding only steeled my tormentors. Meeting no resistance the finger traveled my depths, marshalling my copious nectar. The same finger now met with those of the other world, and from their tactile exchange emanated waves of the purest pleasure. My loins now concealed not heat, but fire, whose fuel was the collected motion with my realms.

To this was added in turn touches over all my surfaces, my mind unable to comprehend or catalog the tongues, lips, scratches, kisses, I writhed and rang my chains in their mounts. The musicians no longer at their instruments, perhaps me being their instrument, all conspiring to erode any dissent to the crucible which then, beyond my control, burst. In the greatest humiliation, my cunny poured forth the tides of timeless containment and to the collected merriment of the assembled multitude I discharged all vestige of womanness.

A shower of applause and cheer erupted all around, as I hung from my restraints, fully lost.

In interminable time, my master blanketed me in his warm arms and deposed me from the arch. He accompanied me home to my towers with the promise of adventures still to be lived.

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Hanson House Ch. 11

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The following weeks went quickly for the students. Everyone had been so excited at their first real contact with cocks. The titfuck classes had served the purpose chosen by the staff. All the young women had been left extra horny and even more determined to excel in their studies and earn another chance for such close encounters.

They were all kept busy with special classes and academic work. The instructors, however, made sure that a few of the young women received still more “extra tuition”.

Grace, with her big E-cups, was targetted for more attention than the others. Master Paul could not get enough of those big mammaries. It seemed like every second day Grace found herself dragged into an empty classroom or office where Paul and his cronies would make use of her big tits. In truth she enjoyed it and soon she looked forward to it. Grace had learned to use her tits to get what she wanted. Now she was learning that Paul could force her to trade her huge breasts for an opportunity to touch and feel the cocks of real men.

Stuart made a couple more appearances but Paul allowed others to use her tits as well. Grace enjoyed Paul bringing other men to use her. She felt proud that Master Paul was so eager to show her off. She enjoyed the attention and she was excited by their demands. Each time they came for her, Grace exposed herself and happily wrapped her flesh around their hard cocks.

The young student wasn’t at all bothered that she might be seen as a slut or a whore. She had an ample sexual appetite and it was exciting that these older men wanted her. Grace understood the concept of love and she sometimes dreamed of sharing that with a man, her dominant-to-be, one day in the future. But the steady supply of cocks needing to be serviced had set her brain afire. Love might be one thing, but Grace was learning that her destiny was to be a slut for many men.

The only difficulty was trying to keep these extra “lessons” a secret from her peers. Each time she served she was left with at least two loads of cock fluid all over her chest. Paul was even worse because of the way his semen sprayed around as it shot from the head of his cock. Grace thrilled at being coated by Paul. But it made it hard to sneak back through the corridors when he left globs of semen drying on her skin and in her hair.

What was worse for Grace was that giving titfucks to the older men was leaving her feeling insanely horny. She’d taken to masturbating several times each day, dreaming of thick white cum being shot into her mouth and her young cunt. Finally it got so bad that Grace just had to ask the question. It was one day after she’d taken loads of cum from Master Paul and two of the attendants.

“Jesus Grace, you have some of the best tits I’ve seen on a young woman,” Master Paul was saying. “One day your Dom will be proud to own them. But you must always remember how much more sexy they look when they’re covered with cum.”

“Master Paul,” said Grace nervously. “Will you use my cunt as well for your pleasure?”

Paul grinned at her. “Feeling a little horny are we?” Grace nodded silently. Even as a second year she was aware of the risk involved in asking an instructor to give her sexual release.

“I’ll tell you what,” Paul said firmly. “I’m going to give you an extra challenge. Tomorrow I’m going to have a group of men in here. You will serve us all and you will do it as best you can. Understand?” Grace had nodded again. “If I am satisfied then I may decide to give you a little reward. Go back to your room now and think about it.”

And so it was that on the following Saturday afternoon, Grace was summoned to Paul’s office. She knocked quietly and was ordered inside. To her shock, there was Master Paul and four other men. Grace didn’t recognise any of the others. But she kept her composure as best she could and carefully followed Paul’s orders.

“These are friends of mine. None of them are on the staff here. I am taking a risk but I think you can be trusted. I know you are up for it.” Paul stared at Grace until she realised what was required. Her eyes grew wide at the thought. Silently she nodded her assent. Grace knew other students were used by the staff but, to her knowledge, none so far had been given to outsiders. The idea of performing sexually for four strangers and their cocks had shaken her usual confidence.

At a nod from her instructor, the men had quickly stripped her naked. Grace had not said a word in protest. There was no time anyway since she was in uniform which meant only a skirt, her shirt and a bra. The men made short work of those and Grace helped by lifting her arms as they removed her bra.

Once she was naked, of course, the men all put their hands on her and, naturally, their attention was directed mostly at her large bust. All of them groaned and muttered obscene comments to one another. One insisted that Paul confirm the young woman was, indeed, still a sophomore. “Fucking hell,” the man muttered. “I don’t görükle escort think I’ve ever seen a young slut as gorgeous as this one.”

Their strong, mature hands wandered freely over her body. She could only stand silently, trembling, as the strangers squeezed and pawed her tits, pulled and played with her nipples. They groped her butt cheeks as well and sometimes she felt a hand stray between her thighs. Grace fought hard to contain her lust but she couldn’t suppress her moans as the men explored her. In truth the novice couldn’t have imagined a better experience than being given to five older men to use and enjoy her. Two of them took a turn licking and sucking on her nipples. She felt herself harden in their mouths, betraying her sexual need. Her body was filled with the heat of her arousal and her cunt began to leak heavily.

The men all took out their cocks and, for the first time, Grace actually felt her young cunt start to melt. She was made to touch and stroke each of them in turn. She held each shaft carefully, sensing the heat and the power in each one. The second year females dreamed of being allowed to enjoy a man’s cock. Now Grace was presented with not one but five of the wondrous objects. They looked so big in her small, young hands.

Grace focussed the best she could, trying to memorise every detail of their cocks as she was passed from one to another. She’d not yet had her special class on “cock worship” so Grace could rely only on what she learned about cocks in the back seat of cars and, once, in her bedroom while her parents were out of the house. Her lack of experience, however, was no problem for the strangers. They were all far too concerned with having their cocks handled by a virgin and getting more turns with those massive young tits. Grace could clearly see the pre-cum each man was leaking from the tip of his cock.

After a while the men wanted more of Grace. She was taken over to the desk on one side of the room and made to lie back across the top. The young submissive simply followed their lead, mute and trembling at the thought of what they might do to her. One of the men parted her legs while another stood close to her, offering words of comfort to the bewildered young woman.

“Just relax,” he said to Grace with a grin. “We want to explore your sexy young hole. If you relax then you’ll enjoy it.”

“I will,” breathed Grace up at him. What Grace meant to say was that she would enjoy it. Of that she was certain. Grace knew the men would penetrate her digitally.

With her legs spread wide Grace was displayed to the five of them. She didn’t care. She wanted them to touch her, to bring her off. She felt no fear, none at all. Their fingers would feel better than any of the young men who’d touched her before. One of the strangers was already stroking her cunt lips. She wasn’t sure exactly how to service so many at once. But she wasn’t afraid. She was thrilled to have been chosen. The fact that five men wanted to use her sexually was all for the better. Master Paul would keep her safe.

When the first finger dipped into her soaking hole she let out a low moan. She still didn’t care, even when some of the men began to comment on what a slut and a “young whore” she was.

As soon as the first guy slipped two fingers into her hole Grace was cumming. She’d never experienced such a release before, not even through masturbation. She was a toy for these men and she loved the idea. Grace could do nothing but lie back and allow the five to do whatever they wished. That thought alone triggered her second orgasm even before someone decided to flick a finger across the top of her engorged clit.

The others began to maul her E-cup tits, pinching and pulling on her nipples. Grace could do nothing but lie there as one stranger after another fingered her hole and brought her to a loud climax. She knew she was totally at their mercy and cumming uncontrollably. Her face turned red with the embarrassment of being exposed as a total slut. It was humiliating and yet she felt so greedy in the presence of the group of older guys. It was no wonder she’d fought off those teenaged boys. Surely only grown men could make her body feel like this.

“Nice little cunt,” came a comment.

“Hungry little whore,” someone else offered.

“Fucking amazing tits.”

Grace was still cumming without pause but the lewd comments made her glow with pride. Oh yes, she had imagined being made to perform for a group of men, gangbanging it was called, but the reality of being a slut for this group was thrilling beyond belief. When the men wrapped her hands around two large, erect cocks Grace knew at last what she truly was.

She came over and over again and wondered if they’d ever let her stop. Masturbation was never as good as having this group finger her hole and rub her swollen clit. Grace had never understood how grateful she could feel at being sexually pleasure by a man – or a group of men.

When görükle escort bayan the men finally were finished using her cunt, Grace was pulled onto a low chair. She was still panting heavily. She could feel the juices from her cunt pooling between her legs. Grace knew that the men could see how wet she was but she guessed they’d enjoy the sight. Again there was a twinge of pride at how easily sexual submission came to her.

They used her tits next of course. Two of them licked and spat in her cleavage as Grace held herself in position for them. For the first time she was really proud of her giant breasts and delighted by the attention the men wished to give them.

The men took full use of Grace, fucking her tits as they wished, using her as a mere plaything. She was kept on the edge of the chair as each man took a long turn before allowing the next to shove his meat between her orbs. Grace patiently held her tits between her small hands for as long as the men wanted. The young novice was quickly becoming experienced at giving a titfuck and she had plenty of time to practice that day as the men used her long and hard. The grunts of the men and the feeling of their big hard cocks finally convinced Grace she was thankful for her natural endowments.

Paul’s friends felt no need to be gentle with the young student. They pumped hard in her cleavage and it was only a firm hand on her shoulder that stopped Grace from being knocked backwards. They surprised Grace with their powerful thrusting and their pounding against her chest made normal breathing difficult. The men worked her so hard and fast that several more times they had to spit on her to ensure there was sufficient lubrication.

Grace marvelled at the differences between the men, their size and shape. It felt so fantastic to have their hard flesh stroking in between her tits. Already Grace knew that a hard cock was something to be adored. She knew she wanted them as much as they desired her. Grace was getting wetter as she wondered how they’d all feel in her cunt.

One of the men, tanned and lean, stood next to Grace and began to swing his cock against her cheek. Soon he was slapping her with his cock. It felt hard and heavy. Grace was thrilled and even more aroused to have the older guy so casually use his cock like that. A friend joined him on the other side – she was being beaten by two big, erect phalluses. Grace heard herself gasp with delight. The reality was that she was being touched by two cocks, used by two men. The student was so horny, so hungry for cock and desperate to be fucked.

Several of them stroked long enough to touch the tips of their cocks against her lips. Grace was expected to lick their pre-cum. She did so without hesitation, excited by the thought that such pleasures usually were denied to first year girls.

When the first of them arched his back and shot his load Grace heard herself moan with her own pleasure. She was grateful, feeling anointed in some way. Still so young, it was a revelation to experience the lust of older men. She was excited for them to release themselves and to feel their hot cum splash on her pale skin. The fact they were breaking the strict rules of Hanson House only made it more exciting for Grace.

“Take this, you harlot,” muttered the second stranger as his thick white juice spurted on Grace’s neck and chest. Quickly he coated Grace in a fresh load of semen and her skin and her tits glistened beautifully in the light. Taking the second load only heightened the thrill for Grace. Having five men lined up to fuck her tits seemed the best way she could serve. She felt strangely fulfilled to be used in that way.

The tanned man was next and he once more slapped her hard with his cock. Grace could only grin at him, knowing she was being degraded but happy al the same. She couldn’t decide if a cock-whipping was a punishment or a reward. When he placed his cock between her heaving tits she noticed the extra load of pre-cum on the head.

This one had the largest load and with each thrust he spurted another thick coat of cream across the top of her tits that soon dribbled down over Grace’s ample flesh. “Fuck those are great tits,” he said loudly. Then he wiped his cock across her cheeks, left and then right, cleaning himself and dirtying her at the same time. Grace merely smiled at the sensation of hot, sticky cum plastered on her skin.

Master Paul and his remaining friend didn’t want to use Grace’s cleavage. Instead they made her stay in position, still holding her tits as cock juice began to pool in her cleavage. Grace did as she was ordered, still panting as the final two men took up position on either side of her. She but she never took her eyes off Paul as they both started wanking their cocks. More than anything, what she wanted now was to see the look in Paul’s eyes that would tell Grace how well she had performed.

His friend was the first to cum, with a groan shooting big globs of bursa escort cum at Grace and her bounteous tits. He worked his hand furiously on his shaft and the cum flew across her. Most of it went on her tits and hands. But the real excitement for Grace was feeling some of his hot cum splatter on her hair and even her face. Man-cum on her face. She glowed with pride and grinned her delight at Paul.

By now Grace was happily wearing four loads of cum. The result of four men using her in tandem. She could feel the weight of the cooling semen on her skin. Still she stayed in position as she’d been ordered. Grace, eager to please as a submissive, never thought about moving. Her instructor still had to finish his turn.

Paul placed his hand on Grace’s head and tilted it back slightly, lifting her chin and extending her throat. He smiled broadly at her. “Now you can take my cum and then you can thank me for it.”

“Thank you,” whispered Grace excitedly as the Master moved his cock closer to her.

Paul shot his load almost silently. Grace could see him concentrating as he stroked his cock faster and faster. At close range she could feel the power of the spurting as his juices splashed on her skin. The instructor held her head tighter as he hosed under her chin and over her neck. Grace moaned and smiled with each thick spurt. She only hoped for more, wanting Paul to be the most virile of the group.

Even Master Paul, however, had to run out of cum. “Thank you,” she whispered to him again and was rewarded with one of his sexy smiles.

Paul stepped in closer and wiped the head of his cock against Grace’s lips. Like his friend, Paul cleaned himself on her face, debasing the pupil even further. He watched with approval as the young novice licked her lips clean.

Then Paul pulled Grace off the chair and she realised he wanted her on her knees. Silently, Grace obeyed. She was still so excited at being used by the five older men that she would do anything they asked of her. Especially Master Paul. In that position she felt herself to be beneath the men and it was so natural. Grace had five loads of cum slowly dripping down her neck and her tits. She would have liked a mirror to see just how she looked. All she could do was satisfy herself that she looked just as she’d behaved¬ – like a proper submissive little slut.

The men made ready to leave, putting their cocks away and commenting on how sexy and slutty they’d found Grace to be. She was happy to hear all of that, even the reference to a “cum dump”. The fact was that Grace had experienced the desires of older men and she’d realised this was the fate she’d been waiting for.

Two of the men even said quiet “thank yous” to Grace. She smiled at them through a face coated with semen. She felt immense pride at what she’d just done. She’d loved the experience of serving these strangers, of being forced to submit and to serve at the command of Master Paul. The memories of that afternoon would fuel her masturbation for weeks to come.

It was only after the others had left that Paul signalled to Grace that she should get dressed. Carefully she put her uniform back on, knowing it would stick to her skin as the five loads of cum continued to dry on her.

“You do have great tits,” he said to her. “And my friends enjoyed them very much. But the other reason we chose you is because we were sure you’d be able to perform like that, in a group scene.”

“Thank you Master Paul,” said Grace with a shy smile. He was right, of course, but Grace wondered how he’d gained such an insight. “Can we do it again, Sir?” She had loved being the object of their desires and she was ready to please Master Paul still further.

Paul grinned. “As long as we didn’t hurt you. Your cunt might want a rest before you have us all finger you next time.”

“Oh no Sir,” she blurted. “I felt so good when you all did that to me. It was wonderful to have your friends touch me like that. I wouldn’t have minded if you put your cock in my mouth as well, Sir.” Grace had several times granted that treat to former boyfriends. She was eager to do that, and more, for the male instructor who’d opened the door into this exciting new world.

Paul chuckled quietly. “I can see how much of a slut you will become one day. I am sure those men would love to enjoy you again another time. But we have to take things slowly. You know that even ‘extra tuition’ is against the rules of Hanson House.”

Grace wanted to ask more but before she could get the words out she’d been dismissed. “You’ll have some extra washing to do this week,” said Paul with another chuckle. The loads of cock juice had begun to dry on her skin. “You’d better run along now and get yourself cleaned-up.”

Grace nodded her understanding and headed for the door. She was surprised when Paul gave her a little pat on her bottom. “Work hard Grace. You have a very promising future ahead of you.”

She hardly slept that night, her mind still alive with thoughts of group sex and the delights of serving multiple men at the same time. She wondered, too, about the fact that they’d breached the rules of Hanson House. She wondered about who those men were. And she wondered what it meant that she had been shared with outsiders.

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