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Richard left work early. He had some errands to run before the Halloween party. He was anxious; he had not been to a costume party in twenty five years. Pulling to the curb in front of the costume shop, Richard was envisioning himself as batman or superman.

Stepping up to the counter, Richard said,

“Do you have a couple of costumes reserved for Richard Smith?”

Opening a book, a tall older gentleman behind the counter flipped several pages and said,

“No I don’t see anything under Smith.”

Pulling out his cell phone, Richard called his wife. When she answered, he asked,

“Linda, Didn’t you reserve the costumes?”

After a silence, Linda said,

“Oh god, I forgot!”

Getting upset, Richard told her he would get something and hung up. Turning back to the man behind the counter, Richard said,

“Do you have a batman or superman costume?”

Looking at his watch, the clerk said with a sigh,

“At five o’clock on Halloween day, we really don’t have much of anything.”

He stopped to think, then added,

“We have a two people horse costume, a gorilla and a couple of things from the middle ages.”

Richard said thanks and left. Going out the door, he was disappointed. He was looking forward to the party and going as a super hero. He worried all the way home about if they were going, and what were they going to do. Pulling into the driveway at his house, Richard resigned himself to not going. Turning towards the door, he was surprised to see his wife.

Linda Smith was standing in the door way wearing a pair of black slacks and a white mans dress shirt. Below her nose she had on a fake mustache. At five foot nine with small breast and large hips and butt, Linda filled out her costume perfect.

She raised a glass and said,

“Here have a drink. We only have a few minutes to get you ready.”

With curiosity, Richard asked,

“What costume?”

Walking in as he spoke, Richard saw Linda’s friend Tammy. The two ladies started transforming Richard into Regina. He took a couple of sips of his drink and tried to protest, but it did no good. The ladies were determined.

They stripped him to his underwear. They shaved his five o’clock shadow. They started with a pair of nylons, then a short dress. Tammy disappeared. Coming out of the bedroom, she was carrying a nice blouse to wear under the dress, a pair of rubber fake breasts, a bra and a wig. Richard tried to protest again, but his wife stepped in. In no time Richard looked like a beautiful woman.

Setting a mirror on the table, they put make up on him and topped off the outfit with a nice blond wig. Looking in the mirror, Richard Escort Bayan Antep was impressed. He was starting to get into it. Turning back to the table, Tammy gave him a pair of low heel shoes. They fit. It was then he realized they planned this.

Linda came out of the bedroom, she had on a nice pair of suspenders, a nice tie, a suit coat and a hat. As Tammy left, Richard and Linda did some finishing touches and left for the party. all the way there, Richard was wondering if there was some ulterior motive. Maybe he shouldn’t have told her about his bisexual curiosity.

Arriving at the party a few minutes late, Linda blamed it on her friend Regina for taking so long to get ready. It was a nice party at a large house outside of town. They were constantly introducing themselves because their costumes hid them so well.

At ten the host and his wife, dressed as King Henry and Anne Boleyn, came out with a box of trophies. They handed out awards for most creative, best costume, and sexiest. Richard and Linda won for most creative.

After the trophie presentation, Richard went upstairs to the restroom. Coming out a man dressed in a Tarzan costume stopped him.

“Hi you remember me? It’s good to see you again.”

Before Richard could answer, Tarzan leaned in for a hug and a kiss. Richard was shocked. He didn’t know what to do. As he felt the man’s tongue going in his mouth, he started to tingle and get turned on. Richard responded, kissing him back. It turned Richard on more when the man reached around and massaged his butt cheeks.

Moving back into the bathroom, Richard took his mouth away. Tarzan reached for Richard’s breast. Not sure if he wanted this sharade to end or not Richard stopped him. With a look of disappointment, Tarzan said,

“Okay how about one of your expert blow jobs?”

Richard thought a minute. He was going to stop him and tell him who he really was, but couldn’t. He was mesmerized when he removed his Tarzan outfit. A semi-erect cock stuck straight out. Richard bent to his knees. Putting a hand around his cock, he felt it grow in his hand. Slowly he moved his mouth closer. Opening his mouth, he felt his first cock. Reaching for his balls he moved up and down sucking on his cock. He liked giving his first blow job.

He moved his head faster, moving his hand along the eight inch cock. He heard him moan. Realizing he was about to cum, Richard went faster. As he started cuming, Richard swallowed every drop.

They both left the bathroom. Tarzan went down stairs first. Most of the people had gone by the time Richard made it down stairs. He looked around the room. He saw Mark and Terri, the host.

Mark is five foot ten. He has brown hair and a goatee. His wife, Terri is five foot six. she has large sagging breast and a large round ass.

Richard looked around the room some more. He saw Tarzan standing next to a short red head dressed as Jane. She is slim with small perky tits. Looking at Tarzan he thought about what he just did upstairs. Tarzan is five foot ten, and muscular.

Richard saw Bill and Kim Maxwell. He was dressed as Superman and she came dressed as Lois Lane. Bill is five eight with a little bit of a pot belly. Kim is five foot two with long blond hair and large firm breasts.

Mark and Terri took off their costume. bill took off his Superman’s cape and tights. Standing in the living room in a pair of shorts, Mark said to Debbie Moore, dressed as Jane,

“Have you met Richard and Linda Smith?”

Richard pulled off his wig and Linda took off her hat. Behind Debbie, her husband, Larry looked shocked. As they shook hands Richard almost made the comment that they already met, but changed his mind.

Breaking the awkward moment Larry Looked at his wife and made a comment about her perky tits being beautiful. Her tits were almost visible with the skimpy costume. After a couple of more comments about her perky tits, she pulled her top off and asked,

“Would you like to see more?”

All the guys said yes. After more talk about breast and butts, everyone was naked. Mark walked over to Kim, like he had done this before, he led her to the couch. She lay on the couch and he got on his knees next to her. He leaned in and started licking her bald pussy. Watching Mark and Kim, Bill didn’t notice Terri come over and go to her knees. She started making love to Bill’s seven inch cock.

Watching the two couples, Larry walked up behind Linda and started kissing her neck. He leaned down and sucked he left tit. They laid on the floor and went into a heated sixty nine.

Richard and Debbie pulled up a piece of carpet. Richard was getting excited about licking Debbie’s red haired pussy. The sight of her bush turned him on even more. He started licking and fingering her to a hot thigh exploding orgasm.

After Debbie came twice she moved Richard to his back and positioned his cock at the opening to her pussy. Grabbing his hands she started riding him to another orgasm. After going at it harder, Richard moaned loud and came.

He looked over at his wife next to him. She was on her hands and knees with Larry sliding his cock in her pussy doggie style. they were meeting thrust for stroke. Larry was holding Linda’s large hips and going faster and faster. He met Linda’s strokes a couple of more times, moaned, came and leaned back to realx.

Mark and Kim were relaxing near the couch. they were both drenched in love juices and sweat.

As Bill and Terri finished, they all relaxed and had another drink. After a little samll talk, they all decided to help Mark and Terri clean up from the party.

The ladies cleaned up the kitchen and the men cleaned up the living room and den. with most of the kitchen finished, Linda set down her towel and sat at the table just off the kitchen.

Terri walked behind Debbie at the sink and put her arms around her. Reaching under her t-shirt she caressed her right breast. Terri moved Debbies red hair and suck her neck. A tingle went through Debbie; she turned around and kissed Terri.

Pulling up Debbie’s shirt, Terri caressed and sucked both her perky tits. They were rubbing and touching each other. Terri reached a hand inside Debbie’s shorts and felt her moist pussy. Debbie moaned and came. Terri moved her hand sensously and Debbie came again.

Debbie wanted to touch Terri also. She reached into Terri’s shorts, feeling her bald pussy excited her even more. with a hand moving around the folds of Terri’s Pussy, Debbies turned to kiss her. As they kissed, Terri started coming.

The guys returned from taking some garbage outside just as the girls were finishing.

Larry looked at his wife and said,

“I hate to leave, but we have a baby sitter at home and have to go.”

Debbie seemed disappointed, but she knew Larry was right. they said good bye and left.

Bill and Kim also had to leave. Richard was thinking about leaving also, when Mark offered them the spare bedroom.

They all went up stairs, after showing Richard and Linda the spare bedroom, they stopped at their room. Mark put a hand on Linda’s broad shoulders and asked,

“What do you say we try something new on the king size bed?”

Going into the large bedroom, Linda took off her shirt and shorts. Terri and Richard followed. Positioning Linda on the bed, Mark started licking her pussy. At the foot of the bed Terri started sucking Richard’s cock. They went into a sixty nine. Moaning in ecstasy, Linda enjoyed Mark’s tongue. After cumming a couple of times, Linda rolled over to take Mark doggie style. He got on his knees and slid his cock in her wet pussy.

Linda turned to watch Richard and Terri as they moved into postion, Terri on her back with Richard on top. Richard and Terri came at the same time. stopping to relax, they just sat there.

Meeting every thrusts, Linda came. She started to relax, then Mark moaned then came.

Linda and Richard moved to the spare bedroom. they made hot passionate love, then fell asleep. In the morning they had breakfast and some small talk. By ten thirty Richard and Linda left. They made plans for another party soon.

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Fun at the Shoestore https://aygir.org/fun-at-the-shoestore.html https://aygir.org/fun-at-the-shoestore.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/fun-at-the-shoestore.html

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Working at a full service high end shoe store in the mall during the week can be a lesson in loneliness. It gets so slow during the day, hours seem like days, and it seems like forever until you get to go home.

Having a foot fetish, I thought I could do two things at once; make money, and get my fill of woman’s feet. Summer is the best time of the year because just about everyone is in open shoes and flip flops, showing off their pedicures, but more important, their gorgeous feet, succulent toes, high arches, and smooth heels. Just seeing some of them make my cock throb. Not all of them, but those certain ones from women that you can see are well taken care of; smooth skin, well dressed, with freshly manicured nails, and feet that to me, have been so neglected that it should be against the law.

I can usually tell a lot about a woman’s feet by, believe it or not, looking at their hands. Most of the time, I’m usually in the ballpark…

Then there was this one woman…

During one particularly slow day, a woman that I would say was in her early sixties came into the store wearing a jogging suit, looking for a new pair of sneakers. You could see, despite her age, that she was in really good shape and took good care of herself.

Of course, my first thought when I’m assisting a woman I find attractive is how I can’t wait to have those feet in my hands! So I make sure my tie was straight, and casually asked her if there was anything she wanted to try on, and she replied “not yet, but if I do, I’ll be sure to let you know.” Feeling like I wasn’t going to see those feet of hers, I started to turn to walk back to the counter when she said “On second thought, I’d like to see a pair of these in size Escort Bayan Antep six, please.” Hearing that, I proceeded to run, err, walk to the back of the store to retrieve the sneakers she wanted to try on. When I came out with them (thanking the powers that be that we had her size in stock!) I asked her to have a seat, and I would assist her trying them on.

I went and got an ottoman for her to rest her calves on, allowing her feet to hang off the edge of the ottoman, I then proceeded to unlace her left sneaker. After it was sufficiently loose, I slipped her sneaker off. What I saw was a silhouette of the most perfect foot I have ever seen. It was a good thing I was sitting, because seeing that perfectly formed foot went from my eyes, and traveled down my spine and landed right on the head of my cock, making it throb.

Thinking quickly, I suggested she try these sneakers on with new socks, as the ones she was wearing were moist with sweat. She agreed. Doing my best to disguise the bulge that was developing in my trousers, I went to the rack to get her a pair of footy socks, then taking my index finger, I slipped it into her sweaty sock, making sure I ran the tip of my finger over the sole of her foot, starting at her heel, and running my finger up to her toes, which resulted in her sock coming off her foot, and onto my index finger.

As her sock came off, she reacted to my finger rubbing her sole by spreading her toes, which made my cock jump. At this point, I’m hoping she doesn’t need anything that would require me walking anywhere, as my cock was just about fully erect.

After removing her right sneaker, I removed her other sock the same way I did the first, and got the same reaction of her spreading her toes. This time though, when she spread them, I noticed her hips moved a little, and I heard her make a noise which sounded to me like a stifled moan. I asked her if she was ok, as she seemed somewhat flustered. She looked at me, and you could see in her eyes that she liked what I did, so I asked her if I should do it again, and she instantly replied a very seductive “yes!” This time I did both of them together, and the toes on both of her feet spread wider, and she let out a moan.

At this point, it was easy to see that my full on erection and her reaction to what I did made it clear to each of us that we both were approving what was happening. With that, she asked “is there someplace we can go to explore this further?” She didn’t have to ask me twice. I limped over to the front door, and locked it. There wasn’t time to put a sign up, so I took her hand and we both disappeared into the back of the store.

The second the curtain closed from being walked through, she was grabbing at my crotch, cupping her soft, palm around my hardness. She proceeded to drop to her knees, and loosened my belt, and in one motion, pulled my trousers and underwear to my ankles, making my now pulsating cock to spring out to attention, with its head just inches from her face.

Without saying a word, she looked up at me. I could feel her hot breath on my cock, then without warning she eagerly stuffed my throbbing cock into her hungry mouth and started sucking.

My first thought (aside from ecstasy) was not only was she deep throating my cock to my balls, but I have a perfect view of her sexy soles, which drove me even crazier.

Not being able to take it any longer, I pulled my cock out of her mouth, and with one swipe of my hand cleared everything off the desk, and I told her to lay down on the desk, then it was my turn to pull her sweat pants and thong off in one motion. Sensing where this was going, she spread her legs as far as she could and reached down and spread her pussy lips open, and said those three words I wanted to hear: “Eat my pussy!” I pulled her to the edge of the desk, still spread open, and I pushed my tongue deep into her wet pussy. My tongue danced on her erect clitoris which made her hips rise to meet my tongue as she came right on my tongue. I lapped up all the sweet nectar her pussy squirted, then told her to turn over and to hang her feet off the end of the desk.

It was my turn with those feet! I went to my knees and proceeded to run my tongue all over her soles, in-between her spread toes, and lapped her soles which made her cum again. I then put her feet together, soles up, and put my throbbing cock on her soles, pumping my cock across her hot soles. She could see that my excitement was building, so she looked back at me and moaned to me “I want you to shoot your cum all over my feet!” With that, I took my hard cock in my hand and started to stroke it. I kept stroking it until my excitement could no longer be contained which led me to ejaculate my hot cum all over her feet and soles as I screamed in ecstasy. When I was finished her feet were covered with my seed. Then without saying anything, she put her socks on, right over all my cum, then put her thong and sweat pants back on, then her sneakers.

She gave me a long, deep kiss, and told me that she would be back to try on other shoes. I pulled my trousers up, walked her to the front of the store, unlocked the door, and she stepped out and went down the hallway.

I can’t wait until next time!

*FIN*

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House Cleaner Teaches Father Dale https://aygir.org/house-cleaner-teaches-father-dale.html https://aygir.org/house-cleaner-teaches-father-dale.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/house-cleaner-teaches-father-dale.html

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I clean and cook for a couple of Priests here in our small community.

Father Dale is a very handsome man, 45, & a little over 6 feet. He is a little over weight (my fault I guess hehe). Father Dale has the most Beautiful blue eyes a woman could ever lay eyes on. Just looking at him draws you into him. I often wondered why he ever became a priest.

The other day I had to work later than usual .I was upstairs cleaning out the washroom when I heard some muffled noises coming from Father Dale’s room. I slowly and quietly walked toward his room. The door was not completely shut. I peeked in to see if he was all right, .WOW was he ever all right! I saw the most beautiful cock ever!! At least 9 inches long and at least 2 or 3 inches wide. I watched for a bit because that was always a question in my mind as to what a Priest did when of if he got horney.

Father Dale had the small TV on was watching something on it. I peeked in further careful not to make any noise. It was a very, very old porn. It really didn’t show anything like we can see today, just very suggestive. It showed tits bouncing but no penetration.

Father Dale was standing at the mirror with his cock sticking out of the zipper with his pant still done up. What a beautiful site. Obviously, he thought so too. He was smiling and stroking his cock and balls. He lifted his cock to stroke his balls. Bayan Escort Antep Then I noticed they didn’t have any hair on them, or around his cock!!He shaved all the pub hair off. I thought I would cum right there. I could feel the wetness between my legs. I was so turned on by this sight! He stroked his cock and watched the video. The he reached into his beside drawer and pulled out some baby oil, poured some into his hand and stroked slowly. Oh, how I wanted to interrupt him, but I didn’t and watched as his strokes got faster and his breathing harder. Then he exploded all over his hand, & across the room. I though those jets of cum would never stop. He was very please with his load as he smile with approval as to how far he had shot his load. I quickly went to the bottom of the stairs and yelled that I was leaving. Father Dale yelled back “K –Liz, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

As I drove home I thought of an xxx video I had .It was the best porn I had seen in a long time. I had a wicked thought. Tomorrow I would replace the video and watch from a distance again another night. I was so horney I fingered myself as I drove home. When I got home, I used my portable friend and thought about Father Dales cock. I fucking came so hard .I knew it was a nasty thought but I just had to have that cock in me.

The next day I replace the video he had with the one I brought from home .I didn’t touch his room that day as I didn’t want him to catch on who did it quiet yet. I am what people call voluptuous. I catch Father Dale a couple of time peek around a corner to watch me. So, I lowered the front of my top to expose more cleavage. I gave him a little show. I stayed in a bent over position so he could see my tits sway. I pretended I didn’t see him and stood up after I figured his cock was hard. “Oh, father Dale, I didn’t hear you come in. would you like a coffee or tea?” I thought to myself or me?? and smiled. I casually looked at his crotch as I walked towards him. He was soooooooooooo hard. His cock bulged thru his pants making an obvious outline of his cock.

I pretended not to see it.

“Ummmm, coffee would be great.”

Liz thought to herself tonight has top be the night. I can’t go on any longer. I have to see what he does. She gave him his coffee and sat with him to have one herself. This was not out of the ordinary at all. She kept her tank top where was not even trying to adjust it. Father Dale liked this very much. He didn’t even ask her to adjust her top. He could see a bit of her areole. He thought he was being discrete but he was staring and I loved every min of it.

After supper Father Dale went upstairs. I yelled that I was leaving and pretended to leave. I quietly snuck upstairs and watched from my secret hiding place.

Father was already watching the videotape. He was sitting glued to the TV and his cock & balls were sticking out of his pants like before. I loved that, it looked so sexy. His hands were not touching his cock this time. He just sat with his hands behind him holding up his body .His cock stood right up .I wanted to burst in and suck it right there but I decided to finger myself as I watched him. He took out a half blown up balloon and imitated the man licking the woman’s nipple. Then it dawned on me.. He is probably a virgin. Holy Fuck!! (No pun intended). He kept rewinding it and watched himself in the mirror to see if he was getting it right. Looked pretty good to me. My tits were aching for his mouth.

He let the tape continue to run when he was satisfied with the balloon. He watched as the man licked his way down to her wet cunt. It was bald. Father Dale was mesmerized with the licking of this wet bald cunt. Precum was oozing from his cock .He flicked his tongue with the guy in the video. Then watched himself in the mirror again. Hmmmmmmmmmm. Interesting.

He fast forward to the place where the man fucked the lady doggy style. Father Dale got on his bed on his hands and knees and grabbed a balloon that was not inflated very much. He forced it over his cock with two hands and fucked the balloon with the same timing as the guy in the video. He had obviously practiced this a lot cos he was very good at it plus he held back until they came together.

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Found Love in Mature Woman https://aygir.org/found-love-in-mature-woman.html https://aygir.org/found-love-in-mature-woman.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/found-love-in-mature-woman.html

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I and my girlfriend patronized nudist beaches regularly. We were going steady and I visited her house often; taking the opportunity to smooch whenever her mother was not at home. Her mother I called Aunty Doris was friendly and a charming lady. I would engage in small talks with her when girlfriend wasn’t in when I arrived. I admired her bringing up my girlfriend as a single parent. Despite our age difference I found her approachable and she looked younger than her age. I felt comfortable talking to her and we got along well. Slowly I began to find her company more enjoyable than with my girlfriend. She was knowledgeable and could talk on most subjects, making her an ideal companion whenever I had issues.

Overtime I drew inspiration talking with her. I found her attractive and gradually I took a fancy on her, mainly attracted by her full figured physique and intellectual. I tried to find opportunities to visit her when I knew my girlfriend was not in. Initially it was a platonic admiration, gradually it grew to infatuation. She was a vivacious woman. Whenever alone with her in the house, I would cast my eyes on her shapely busty full figure, fascinated with her hefty bust which looked like bursting out of her blouse with her nipples sticking visible. I drooled over her bust. I could see them swaying freely under her top and her hard nipples poking through the material as she strutted around quite obviously bra less.

I would gingerly peep down her cleavage on the sly. In a skirt, her slender thighs seemed perfect in every way, sexy matched to a set of perfect length calves that excited me. The length of it hung down high enough that the back of it permitted me to see her fleshy thighs, eyeing higher towards her protruding bums excited my fantasy. I would glance up her knees with tufts of flesh blended almost flawlessly with her pleasant looking thighs. Her skirt along with her other superb traits incited my fantasy. Whenever she caught my eyes ogled up her skirt, she made a feeble attempt to pull down her skirt. But as she shuffled about it crept up higher that I could see her panties.

After being acquainted with me on my numerous visits, she stopped making effort to pull it down and didn’t seems to mind it stayed that up for me, looking at me with her cheery eyes as we chatted. I had a field time sheepishly looking at her bust and turned away trying to be polite when she noticed me eyeing her. Everything about her came together once my fantasy ran wild in my mind. I wanted to reach out to caress her breasts. I wanted to whisper to her how perfect they were, to kiss them, tell her how beautiful they were, and pleasure them by running my hands, my face, any other way she felt she could be pleasured. I was in dream world of my own. How I wished it was reality I could touch her luscious body.

Something I saw in her was extremely alluring. My feeling, or more likely lust, has been simmering and I desired to close up with her. Something about her physique came to my mind so very often as I day dreamed. Her svelte figure mesmerized me and drove my libido high. I played out my fantasy on her in self gratifying masturbation. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She dominated my thoughts. I felt happier in her company. Soon subconsciously I was redirecting my affection to her. I had a surging desire to see her often. As I became confident we were moving in a comfortable convergence, I ventured into talking about personal preferences.

In her house she would dressed in loose clothing like housecoat. I could see through her silhouette she didn’t wear undergarment. I fantasized she had a voluptuous figure I yearned to touch. I would sit close to her on the couch, touching her legs with mine when we chatted. Sometimes I would extend my hands and purposely brushed her bust. She would smile. No reprimand. I took it as inviting to get intimately knowing me as future son-in-law.

I ventured to introduce nudism to her. Mindful I could offend her, I was prepared to get turn down and chased out of the door. Surprisingly she showed an interest when I told her about her daughter and I frequent nudist beach and the sensation we had basking in the sun and breeze blowing over our naked bodies. At first she blushed when I suggested she went with us. From her reaction I sensed she was keen to try.

Eventually we made arrangement and went threesome on one weekend. Aunty Doris was timid initially with hands covered her private parts but we egged her on and eventually got her to bare all. I realized I was staring for too long, and looking up and down at her sexy body, and she seem to notice. I had my eyes feasting on her voluptuous body. She was indeed beautiful and well endowed than I imagined. She appeared more appealing than I fantasized. I could hardly conceal my erection, however hard I suppressed. My girlfriend rubbed sunscreen on her mother’s body to put her at ease.

After which she held and stroked me while rubbing sun screen over me. Our intimacy caused her much discomfort. Bayan Escort Antep She looked away, shyly avoided eye contact.

It didn’t take long for me to get so aroused and reached the sensation to ejaculate yelling, “Darling… stop… I’m cumming.”

I shot semen into the air. To my astonishment, Marlene boldly took my still sputtering cock into her mouth. Right in front of her mother Doris. Swallowing the sperm, gulping by mouthful. So much I ejected that some flow from her mouth. I took her by the hands and plugged my mouth on hers. Oblivious her mother was there as if she were transparent to us…

Faintly I heard Aunty Doris moaned softly, “Wow… Ohoooo.” Her hand on her groin.

We were so daring smooching right in her presence leaving no doubt in her mind what we had been doing. I could see her fidgeting and uneasy countenance feeling embarrassed.

Our first nudist venture was a good beginning. I saw Doris’s natural beauty. We had many more enjoyable times. Soon she felt less inhibited and was not abashed that I cast my eyes on her with a full erection. We became openly flaunting our nude bodies in a puritan manner though I tried my utmost to suppress my eroticism. Her daughter was open minded taking it as part of fun, often fondled me to ejaculation in complete view of her.

It was a normal activity going to the beach every weekend for us three. In the buff we enjoyed the serenity of the waves splashing on shore, the sunbath our nude bodies. We lay the mat and towel then proceed to rub sunscreen on each other. We lavished our sights on each other especially for me leering at future mother-in-law Doris.

On one particular outing, Marlene asked me, “My hands are feeling numb, can you please rub sunscreen on my mother?

I knew my desire to touch her but never expected Marlene to help me to accomplish it.

“Oh… No problem if your mother allow me… ” as I glared at her, hoping she say YES.

“I love that. If not I would be roasted in the sun. Please proceed,” she giggling interjected.

I went nuts running my hands over her naked buxom body, feeling extremely aroused. Cock erected fully at attention. She couldn’t have not seen cock in his majestic state.

Doris lay on her front. Bikini lines indicated she went swimming often. In the buff I guessed only recently with us. Bums big and protruding. I rubbed, lingered to feel her flesh. I massaged the sunscreen deep on her bums, ran fingers ran down her bum cheeks. My hand stretched forward towards her groin and touched her pussy.

She shuddered noticeably with a low murmur, “Uuuummmm… “

My fingers lingered awhile stroking her pussy.

She oozed audibly louder, “Ohhhh… Ooooo… ” But didn’t push my hands off.

I knew she was enjoying my stroking and might soon orgasm if I continue to massage her pussy. I stopped, so as not to cause embarrassment and she would not extend her welcome gesture again.

I moved to rub her whole back then back down to her rump. I massaged for a while longer there feeling the tenderness of the flesh. Slowly ran my hands onto her shapely thighs, legs, feet, toes and soles rubbing sun screen all the way.

All this while, Marlene was watching us smilingly. I didn’t understand what went on in her mind but what I knew I was enjoying her mother’s flesh.

My cock was throbbing, blood pressure pumping. I need a pair of hands to fondle my cock. Two naked women so near and yet so far!

But I had an unfinished job on hand. I must accomplished successfully.

I asked, ” Aunty Doris, I finished with your back. Now the front.”

She didn’t utter a word. I turned to look at her. She closed her eyes dozed off. My massage was so soothing I guessed.

Without further ado, I flipped her onto her back. Casting my lusty eyes on her front made my cock stirring stiff. Her full natural breasts, areolas atop nipples, not too slim waist, broad hips. And wow… her hairless pubic area exposed clitoris, labia and pussy the honey pot. I salivated and drooled seeing her natural beautiful body. I froze admiring her nakedness. My hands poured cream on her neck, shoulders, luscious bust. I still had a job to do.

I pushed on massaging the cream on her skin, not distracting by my horniness. Her eyes closed. I started with her face, down the neck, shoulders. Then my focus on her breasts. Both my hands rubbed cream onto them. I wanted to see if they are natural. What a soft feel on her breasts. Not hard, soft to cup and massage. No silicone implant breasts. Natural. Soft, big and firm. My eyes focused without blinking to soak up her marvelous beauty.

Unconsciously I leaned closer, my cock pressed on her thighs, rubbing tenderly. My hands trended down to her belly, rubbing cream as I glided slowly, lingered to feel her softness. Then massaged her waist and hips. All the while my eyes focused on her groin.

Once finished, my hands wandered to her groin, poured more cream and massaged her hairless pubic area. Then excitingly my hands applied cream on her clitoris, labia and pussy surrounding.

I was imagining the impossibilities as I reached onto her clitoris, kneaded with thumb and index finger. It erected hard and what a protruding piece of flesh. I wanted to place my mouth onto the clitoris but stopped short just in time. Marlene was watching. I continued to rubbed cream on her labia, glided to thighs, legs, feet and soles without so much as lifting my leering eyes on her pussy.

Finally I completed the job, leaned close to her ear saying, “Aunty Doris, I finished rubbing the sunscreen on your body.”

She opened her eyes looking at me smiling, “Thank Dick. So smoothing I fell asleep.”

Before I could get up she said, “Marlene couldn’t rub sunscreen onto you. You want me this old lady to do so?”

“Yes. I couldn’t ask for more. Besides you are not an old lady! You look so young, mistaken you’re Marlene’s sister if I didn’t know you. You can put many younger ladies to shame with your alluring body.” I abruptly stopped realizing I misspoke and I leaked out I was leering at her nakedness!

“Ohhh My Goodness… Oh… Oh… How to face her,” in my heart.

“Ok Man. Lie down. Let me pamper you.”

“Like this position?”

“Make yourself comfortable.”

I lay prone and she sprayed cream over my neck, shoulders and back slowly ran her hands massaging into the skin. Went on to my hips and buttocks. Then onward to my thighs, legs, feet and soles.

“OK. Done. Now face up.”

I already had a full erection and shy she would be embarrassed.

“Wait awhile for the cream to soak in.” I held for time so cock could stood down. But all in vain. I was so aroused; tempted by a naked voluptuous woman so near yet so far out of my reach or rather I dare not reach. What an unfortunate situation.

As she sensed my cock was erected, she naughtily said, ” We are in a nudist beach remember? If you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all! If you’ve got it, flaunt it! Don’t be ashamed. Look around you. Men flaunt their poles without a damn worry!”

“Aunty Doris, you’ve got me there I must admit! Go ahead rub me the way I rubbed you.”

She put me at ease, then pushed me over. My cock stood upright. I could see her beaming as if she had proved a point. I was taken aback by her frankness. Marlene was listening to our dialogue and felt ticklish, smiling in approval.

I sheepishly leered at her and my cock got even harder.

“Oh my goodness. What will Marlene think of me leering at her dear mother?” I talked to myself.

“Ready here I pour the cream starting onto your neck, shoulders.”

I glanced at her. As she rubbed me, I noticed she kept my erected cock in her line of sight. She dribbled her creamy hands on my chest, waist, belly button, slowly but surely descending to my thick pubic hair.

“Now to your most private parts. Don’t be shy I rub cream on him.” I couldn’t believe my ears. I looked at her and Marlene. Both were giggling. Surprising me!

Indeed she wasn’t shy to rub cream on my erected cock. I almost cummed but I managed to control.

“Holy mackerel. I survive.” I thought to myself as she uttered, “Job done.”

It was an unbelieving experience. My future mother-in-law so daring rubbed my cock in front of her daughter. I thought she was a conservative woman. Maybe we were in a nudist beach and soon we become a family. Like she mentioned “Seen one, see all.”

After I went through that episode, I still remained respectful and maintained a decorum in approaching her.

Marlene was listless and I said, “I rubbed sunscreen on you darling.”

I reached for the cream and started to apply onto her body. I was still horny and I couldn’t wait to release my pent up semen in the scrotum. After finishing sunscreen on her, I brushed my cock on her thighs.

She moved her finger up and down between her pussy lips. As I stared closely, I watched it become covered by the slippery lubrication. Then she fingered her clitoris poking out from the glistening folds of skin surrounding it. I stroked her clitoris gently. It hardened to a size like her nipple. I slowly rubbed my thumb and index finger across the top of her clit. My kneading on her clitoris gave her increased pleasure. I held her between my thumb and finger and stroked it up and down, gave her a jerk off.

“Now I want you to kiss my pussy.”

I looked at her groin. She looked down the length of her naked body at me and nodded encouragingly.

“You’ll love it” she told me and placed her hand on the back of my head, pushed me down to bury my face between her spread legs.

“Mmm… yes.” I kissed the outside of her pussy and then her hand made it clear she wanted more. My tongue came out and I started licking her there. Then between those labia tasting her juices. Slipping my tongue up and down her slit.

She held my head, moved me down. I thrust my tongue into her pussy. Tongue fucking her.

She gasped and shook, “Ooooo… OhhhOhhh… Uuummmh”

Then she released her hold on me slightly “My clit… suck my clit… ” I kissed her clitoris, used my tongue to lick it.

“Mmm yes. That’s it. That’s what I desire.”

I licked all around and flicked my tongue over the end of her hard clitoris. Then her hand on my head pressed me firmly into her crotch and I felt her lifting her hips to my mouth.

“Suck it.”

I sucked on her clit, clamping my lips tightly around it, I sucked as hard as I could, grazing the rough surface of my tongue across it at the same time. She moaned.

“Oh… Oooo… Mymy… Mmm… .a natural born cunt sucker”

Her hand held me tight, lifted her legs and rested them over my shoulders, brought them together. Her thighs locked onto my head and I was again under her control. As her hips bucked up and down, I struggled to keep my mouth on her clit. She held me tight and the clit came and slipped from my mouth. I realized she wanted this. She was fucking my mouth. I grasped the outside of her trembling thighs as she continued humping herself into my mouth. Sliding my palms up and then under her bums. Gripping a cheek in each hand.

She began shuddering. Her thighs felt like they would crush my head. She was cumming screaming “Mmmm… Ooooo… Ummm… Woooo.”

I made her cummed with my mouth and juices were flowing from her dripping wet pussy. I sucked them into my mouth and swallowed. Loving the taste. Relishing the intimacy of the act. My cheeks and chin were covered and still she shook and shuddered under me. She relaxed a little and I was able to lick and suck her whole pussy.

My tongue on her labia, from her cunt all the way up to her clitoris and back down and pushing my tongue into her cunt.

She twitched a few times and whimpered and said “Such sweet feeling.” muttering encouraging words and then finally I felt her body relaxed and she opened her legs again and tugged me back up to her so our faces were level once more.

She oozed, “Ummm… Hohoho… Ooooo… Want to get into my pussy?”

She was aroused I could see. I slide my legs between her thighs, lifted her legs resting over my shoulders. My erect cock aimed at her pussy and thrust in. We copulated without a care anyone including mother saw us. Mother had her back facing us.

She didn’t see us fucking but upon hearing Marlene yelled, “Uuuummm… Wowowo… Ooooo… ” and heaving breathing she turned around, saw us fucking like rabbits. She must be embarrassed, then ran to the sea and dipped in.

As I was already strung up, shortly cock sputtered out sperm into her pussy.

She yelled, “Yahhh… Good… Ouuuu… Oooo.” My mouth on hers to muffle her scream. I wanted to look for mother, I hurriedly slipped cock out and held Marlene’s hand ran to the water. We were worried when we couldn’t see mother. We shouted for her. Then she popped her head out of the water. We were relieved she seemed alright. We held her hands, one on one side and led her to shore.

We looked at mother and asked sorely, “Sorry we behaved so rashly.”

She laughed, “Only natural behaviour when in love. I expected that. Not offended.”

We settled down at ease. My eyes hovered at mother and lusty thoughts flashed in my mind. She looked so desirable. In my mind, “How I wish I can make love to her.” My cock stirred and erected in no time. I wasn’t shy any more that I showed her my erection.

I had my hand on Marlene’s waist and snuggled close. She fondled my cock, bent to suck him. Mother saw but didn’t show discomfort. In such a short time she had get use to our romancing since we were a couple in her eyes and intimacy was part of a relationship.

I went berserk on the beach mainly by my fantasy of mother’s luscious naked body being so near and yet so far.

In the nude beach I was glad future mother-in-law and I moved to a comfortable relationship having flaunted in the nude.

I drifted into a fantasy world imagining her and I were petting. Slowly but surely I was shifting my feeling for her mother. It was a natural progression as she fitted my dream of an ideal woman with beauty plus brains. I made up my mind to pursue her earnestly. But how to I handle my girlfriend?

My infatuation morphed to a desire to get close to her. I was charmed by her natural beauty. My attention unknowingly shifted to her since I saw her full glory while frolicking on the beach. I craved to get physical with her, to touch her, to hug her. I had a tingling feeling growing intensely for her.

From that day on the beach, I went to her house more frequent, took the opportunities to close up with her. On few occasions, Marlene would excused herself and left the house leaving us alone. It happened so often that her mother seemed concern our relationship might be on the rock.

My girlfriend Marlene wasn’t in when I went visiting one day. Things got to my head while we sat on the couch watching TV. She asked me, “You both doesn’t seem to like being together anymore? Romance petered out? Or I was too muddled thinking?”

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Another Bet Ch. 02 https://aygir.org/another-bet-ch-02.html https://aygir.org/another-bet-ch-02.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/another-bet-ch-02.html

Cock Sniffing

This is another in the continuing adventures of Dylan James, Hollywood stuntman and stud. You don’t need to read part 1 of Another Bet to understand what happens, but it will help. Dylan’s adventures started out with the “One For The Road” series. Please check all his adventures out. Thanks for the interest and support. And please remember to vote. All emails are welcome.

Dylan walked back inside Bergin’s and located Birthday Girl at the other end of the bar sitting with the thin guy who had been with Anne earlier. The bar was still crowded at 12:30 AM, but many of Birthday Girl’s party seemed to have left or drifted off to other places in the bar.

Dylan ordered a pint of Bass from Charlie, the bartender, and headed for the restroom to cleanup. He had used Kleenex from Anne’s car to clean-up a little, but he was still sweaty and his cock was covered with Anne’s and his cum from their fuck-a-thon on the hood of her car. He had bet with Tony, his good friend about which one of them could get two certain married women’s phone numbers first, and then use that entrance as a way to seduce those women in a week. Dylan had not even gotten Anne’s phone number, but he had fucked her stupid within an hour of meeting her right here. Tony was going to be so pissed off in the morning when Dylan showed him Anne’s panties that he had collected as proof of winning the bet.

Dylan washed his face and ran his hand thru his messed up black hair. He grinned to himself in the bathroom mirror as he thought back in amazement at how he had seduced Anne right on that neighborhood street and fucked her three times on the hood of her car. God that had been exciting to fuck in plain sight like that! The fear of being caught had just made him harder and more determined to give her the fuck of her life. He was sure that he had managed that fact because of how exhausted she was from the pounding and end to end orgasms that he had given her. She had been barely able to drive home.

He took a wet paper towel and washed the scum off his still sizable prick. The thought of trying to fuck Birthday Girl was what was keeping him from going home. He had to be on the set tomorrow at 7:30 AM, but the body that was concealed in that backless little black dress just looked like more fun. Anne had told him as they walked toward her car that Birthday Girl thought he looked like a good lay, so he was going to try and make that come true for her.

He checked himself in the mirror once more, straightened his clothes and went out to the bar. He picked up his beer and crossed around to where Birthday Girl was seated. She was faced away from him, but he had a great look at how sexy her dress was. It was completely backless, cut in a deep V that came to a point just above the crack of her ass. There were deep cut vents on each side of the dress that showed revealing looks of the sides of her good sized breasts and threaten to show her nipples with any movement that she made. Her hair was long and blond and put up in a French twist. Her skin was a golden tanned color and looked to be very silk smooth to the touch. As he came up on the side of her, he could see that the hem of her short dress had ridden up on her golden thighs revealing a pair of killer legs. All in all, Birthday Girl was a very lovely woman, and the way she was dressed tonight made her smoking hot.

“Excuse me, I don’t mean to interrupt your conversation. I just wanted to wish you a Happy Birthday.”

She turned toward him and as soon as she saw him her eyes grew wide in astonishment.

“I thought you left with Anne.”

“I just walked her to her car.”

“You have been gone a long time.” She said coyly.

“We had a few things to … “discuss.”

“How did that discussion go?”

“Let’s just say, she seemed to really enjoy the exchange, and seemed satisfied with the outcome.”

Birthday Girl laughed and smiled at him, “I bet she did. I’ll call tomorrow and find out how much you “talked” about.”

“I think that she will say that is was wide ranging and very in depth.”

She laughed and extended her hand, “My name is Erin.”

Dylan took her hand, “I only knew you as Birthday Girl, so I am glad to know you indeed have a name. Mine’s Dylan.”

“This is my very good friend Dominic, who is keeping me company on the last drink of the night.” Erin indicated the tall, thin guy next to her. Both men nodded at each other.

“Erin, I have to go. Got to be at work early tomorrow. You okay to get home?”

“Yeah, thanks Dom. I am fine.” Dom kissed Erin a light kiss good-night, and walked toward the front of the bar. Erin patted his empty seat, inviting Dylan to sit down.

“So you and Anne got along fine?”

“Yeah. She is a great woman, but she is very married.”

“Hasn’t stopped her yet.”

“It didn’t this time either.”

“OH! So you scored with her already?”

“I’ll let you ask her that. A real gentleman doesn’t discuss that stuff.”

“I can’t wait to make that call.”

“Well, let me ask you something? Are you married?”

“Would it make any difference?”

“Not to me.”

“Let’s just say that I am involved.”

“Where is Mr. Lucky tonight?”

“Well, Antep Escort Bayan ‘HE’ won’t be lucky tonight, but you will be if you are nice.” Dylan felt his prick lurch down his pant leg. This situation was heating up real fast.

“You are kinda of fast aren’t you?”

“You don’t seem to be much of a wallflower yourself,” said Erin. She placed her hand on his upper thigh, right on top of his 9 inch monster, and squeezed. Dylan’s prick lurched against the pressure of her hand. Erin’s face showed surprise at first, and then a large smile came on her face. She leaned forward, lightly kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear. “I want to suck you prick right now.” Erin got up from her bar stool and moved toward the back of the restaurant. There was an archway that separated the darkened dining area from the bar. She stopped in the archway and looked back over her shoulder at Dylan. She smiled and then nodded for him to follow her. With that she disappeared into the darkness of the room.

Dylan looked quickly around the bar and saw that no one had noticed her little show. He slowly got up and walked toward the archway and through. As he entered the darkened room, two hands grabbed him and forced him against the wall. A warm body pressed itself against him and two hot lips covered his mouth in a scorching kiss. Erin forced her tongue deep into his mouth searching for his tongue. Dylan relaxed against the wall, while Erin’s hands were busy undoing his jeans. She undid his pants and pulled his zipper down. She reached her hands into his underwear and released his engorged prick from its hiding place. He could hear her intake of surprise as his large, thick manhood sprang out of its hiding place.

“Man, you are packing! Anne took all of this little beauty?”

“Everywhere I could put it.”

“Boy is she going to be sore tomorrow.” She continued to stroke his prick and give him little butterfly kisses as she worked her hands up and down it length.

“Wife?” She asked.

“No.”

“Girlfriend?”

“No.”

“Boyfriend?”

“I don’t think so given the situation.”

“Well, I think this is going to be the best birthday present I have gotten today.” With that Erin dropped to her knees and using her tongue began to lick the great mushroom shaped head coating it with her saliva. Dylan just groaned to himself. When his knob was dripping with her saliva, she licked her lips, and slid his great length into her mouth. Like any spoiled Hollywood slut, Erin excelled at giving head and she attacked his dick with abandon. Somehow she managed to get her mouth and throat wrapped around his entire girth and soon had her nose was pressed against his taut stomach. Dylan thought he was going to lose his mind as she relentlessly bobbed her head back and forth, letting him slide down her throat. “This bitch is very good,” Dylan thought to himself as she continued to feed her face with his great prick. He let her do all the work, enjoying the feeling of her wet and warm mouth slid back and forth on his turgid joint while she massaged his giant balls. A good five minutes had gone by when suddenly, Dylan felt that tell-tale feeling in the back of his balls letting him know that he was close to cumming. She had gotten him to the edge much faster then he had thought possible considering he had already cum earlier. He put his fingers in her golden blonde and tried to slow her oral assault. “Erin, stop please, I am so close.”

Pulling her mouth from him, she gently stroked his cock. “How many times did you cum with Anne?” she asked.

“Just once,” he replied.

“How many times can you cum in a row?”

“Usually several.”

“Well, what’s the problem?” as she got ready to take him in her mouth again.

“Because I want to cum inside your ass, not down your throat.”

Erin gave the great mushroom head one more lick and then rose up in front of him. She pressed herself against him, opening her lips to his, her tongue boldly seeking his. Dylan’s hands cupped her face, pulling her to him as they kissed deeply. Her hand still slowly slide up and down his saliva covered cock, gently stroking him. Breaking their impassioned kiss, she said, “You say the sweetest things to a girl.”

Erin stepped back from Dylan with her hand wrapped around his jutting cock and pulled him after her. She positioned him in front of a restaurant chair and pushed him into it. He sat back with his massive cock poking out of his jeans, the large mushroom head pointing straight up at her. Her liquid blue eyes followed the slightly waving motion of his great manhood, and a wicked smile came to her lips.

“You are such a naughty boy,” she playfully teased. “Are you going to fuck me good and hard with that big tool?”

“I am sure going to try,” Dylan smiled back.

His eyes followed her hands as they raised the hem of her short black dress. From the reflected light from the archway, he could see that she only had only a tiny red silk thong covering her pussy. She hooked her thumbs in the thin waistband and slowly pulled the silk thong down her golden legs revealing a fully shaved mound. The lips of her pussy glistened in the soft light with the dew of her secretions. As she stepped out of her thong, her dress dropped back into place covering her exposed cunt. She handed the red thong to him and stared at him. Dylan brought the slightly damp soft silk up to his nose and inhaled her musky scent.

“Why don’t you hold on to those for me,” Erin whispered.

She stepped over his lap with her legs on either side of his powerful thighs. She raised the hem of her dress again, and he could seed that the lips of her cunt were slick with moisture. His giant cock was pointed straight at her leaking pussy. She reached down between his thighs taking hold of his excited prick. Spreading her thighs, she bent her knees bringing the tip of the great mushroom head to the slick opening of her steaming cunt. She rubbed the head of his great cock along the wet lips of her entrance lubing the tip up with her free-flowing juices. Then she used the tip to part her slick pussy lips, and pressing down just a bit, began to slide his massive cock up into her hungry pussy.

With a deep groan, she slid his great cock into her welcoming heat, her tight wet pussy gripping him all the way in. Pausing for a moment about mid-way down his hard pole, she had to catch her breath before continuing his slow penetration. Slowly, inch by inch, she pushed down on his massive tool until she took all of his length and girth into her slick warm cunt. “God damn, you feel good!” she moaned when he was all the way inside her with the head of his prick crammed up against her pulsating cervix.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and hungrily sought his mouth with hers. Their tongues dueled with each other as the passion of the moment built. Her hips were slightly ticking back and forth gently moving his massive head back and forth against her womb. Breaking the kiss, she hotly panted into his ear, “Oh, I want you to give it to me baby. I want you to ram that big fucking cock right into me!” Then she kissed him again, savagely driving her tongue deep into his mouth. Dylan slide his hand up her bare back to the straps of her dress, and slipped them off her shoulders revealing her beautiful 34C breasts. The nipples were like candy, rose colored, very hard and pointed. They looked good enough to eat

The warmth of Erin’s vagina enveloped his hard-on coating it with her juices. Erin began bucking her hips, moving up and down. Soon, Erin was bouncing up and down, slamming her pussy down on his cock each time, her ass slapping his lap with each motion, in and out, and back in, driving his entire throbbing cock deep inside of her.

“Ohh God!!…yess….mhmm!” she softly moaned.

As Erin bounced contently on Dylan’s surging cock, he ran his hands down her smooth ass cheeks, slipping his fingers into the tender crack of her ass. He lightly pushed against the tight ring of her anus. “Mhmm,” she moaned at his touch. He slowly circled her asshole with soft movements of his fingers, all the while, pressing against the opening of her rosebud. Finally, he slipped a finger into her ass and slowly began to saw in and out of her tight asshole.

“Ohh…mhmm, fuck yess,” she moaned as she pushed against his finger.

Erin continued to fuck herself on his great prick, picking up the pace and slamming his cock in and out of her welcoming vagina. He was lost in the moment, the feel of Erin’s wet warm pussy around his throbbing cock was driving him crazy, and her tight cunt had him on the verge of exploding inside her. That’s why he was relieved to hear her begin to shake uncontrollably as she slammed her body down on him to meet the dual thrusts into her body. Erin’s pussy gripped his cock and a wave of warm juices flooded out of her pussy. To keep from screaming from the pleasure as she came, she yanked a napkin off the nearby table and bit down on the cloth.

“Ohh fuck…yess…aghh!”

She continued to ride Dylan’s cock until her screams and moans and pussy had settled down. She sat on his lap with his 9 inch monster still stuffed up her creaming cunt and just stared at him.

“WOW!” she exclaimed.

“You like it hard and fast?” he growled.

“Oh yes,” she answered breathlessly, “I love it.”

“You’re a dirty girl,” he hissed in her ear.

“Yes, oh yes, I’m a dirty girl, a dirty slut. Fuck me baby,” she moaned.

Dylan got her to pull herself off his raging cock. She groaned as emptiness replaced the fullness of his big cock. Sitting her down in the chair, he dropped in front of her. He gripped her legs and moved them apart so he could see her puffy and very wet pussy wink at him in the reflected light from the bar. With his hands holding her thighs apart, he lowered his head to her waiting vagina. With a loud gasp, Erin’s head fell back, dangling off the back of the chair as he began to eat her hot cunt.

“Oh God, yes, oh yes,” she breathed as he began to flick his tongue across her clit. His fingers plunged deeply into her hot, wet hole as he drew her clit into his mouth.

“Oh fuck!” she moaned as his teeth suddenly bit down on her clit, his fingers continuing to plunging deeply into her. “Fuck yes!” she cried stuffing the napkin back in her mouth, her back arching up off the chair, her pussy grinding in his face as she came hard, her juices smearing his face. Glancing up at her while he sucked her clit into his mouth, he saw her pencil-tipped nipples of her golden breasts pointing to the ceiling as her back arched. She continued to whimper as his teeth and tongue continued to suck and bite her quivering mound, Writhing in the chair, Erin couldn’t even think as Dylan continued to drive her to new heights. Only aware of the magic that Dylan was performing between her thighs, she came like she had never before at the lips or hands of other men she had been with. And she had been with a few.

At last, he raised his head from her gushing cunt and wiped her essence from his face with the back of his hand. He stood up pulling her with him. As she stood, her little black dress slid down her body and pooled at her feet. She was totally nude in a public restaurant, except for a pair of 3 inch heels. Sure they were in the dark part of the eatery, but anyone could come in. But that is not what they were thinking about at the moment.

“God, you are so hot and wet,” he said as he pulled her to him and kissed her passionately, his hands running all over her naked golden body. As they kissed he brought one hand down to her soaking pussy and slipped two fingers up her smoking cunt bringing a moan from Erin.

“I want your ass,” he whispered in her ear as his fingers pushed inside her.

“Oh God, oh yes, take my ass, you bastard, fuck me,” Erin whimpered.

He turned her around and bent her over the chair. Without waiting, he thrust his hips forward, burying several inches of his rock hard cock inside her liquid pussy. Dylan loved the feel of driving his wedge into her hot tight pussy, the feel of her slick cunt walls gripping and sliding the length of his cock as he drilled into her core. Erin loved it too, as she pushed against his driving prick until he was buried in her to the root. Dylan knew he was going to have a lubricant to help slide his giant cock into her super tight ass. As he looked around, he saw some pats of butter that had not been cleared from a nearby table. In between stroking into her tight cunt, he grabbed the pats of warm butter. He used the pats to grease two of his fingers with butter and slowly slid them into her ass. She was very tight, but she moaned and pushed her ass against his fingers, loving every moment as he pushed them deeper into her back passage. He was drilling deep into her pussy on each thrust and finger-fucking her ass. His cock set the pace as he drove into her pussy and asshole.

“Oh God! Fuck, yes!” she cried into the napkin as another orgasm ripped through her and both her ass and pussy clamped down on him. He continued sawing all of his appendages into their respective holes working her up for the big show. As she shuddered against him from her third cum, he pulled his juice covered cock from her dripping pussy and gazed down at her butter cover asshole. He took his fingers out of her ass and again coated them with warm butter. He began to grease the outside ring of her puckered hole.

“Oh yes, yes!” she moaned.

When she was greased up enough, Dylan took his raging hard-on wet with her juices into his hand and guided the tip to her slippery asshole. Pressing her tight rosebud, her hole began to open from the pressure of his iron cock. Suddenly, the great mushroom head popped into her anus, and she let out a small cry. Gripping her hips tightly, Dylan worked sliding his cock further inside her. Pulling back slightly, then he would push in further. He kept fucking her slowly, pulling back a little and pushing in until he was in to the hilt, his large balls pressed against her leaking cunt.

“Do you like that, you dirty slut? Me deep in your ass?” he whispered in her ear.

“Oh Yes. Fuck My Ass Good And Hard.” She gasped from the feeling of pressure in her ass.

He moved his hands from her hips to her swinging tits and cupped them, pinching her nipples as he did. Her hips bucked in response. He slowly pulled back until only his great head was still inside her. Then taking a hard grip on both her round soft tits, he slammed his full length back inside her in a single thrust, causing her to cry out loudly.

“Oh God, Give It To Me Hard,” she pleaded.

Dylan didn’t hold anything back as he drove his cock deep into her dry heat. He plowed his cock into her, pistoning his hips as he fucked her tight ass with all his might. He looked down at her round ass cheeks, watching his iron rod slid in and out with her tight buttered hole stretched around him. Erin pushed her ass back at him, meeting his rough thrusts. The thickness of his giant cock was spreading her ass, and the length of his plunging prick deep inside her ass was driving her crazy with lust. She loved the feel of his big cock inside her, ramming deep in her ass. “Fuck my tight ass,” she gasped. She started climaxing repeatedly, her clenching ass squeezing his cock seeking his male cream. But Dylan continued to drill into her hot ass. He had promised himself that this would be her best birthday fuck ever, and he wasn’t done with her yet. As he plundered her ass, he plowed into her with the full length of his big cock again and again. She was going from one orgasm to another as she exploded around his spearing cock, flinging her ass against him, wanting him to fill her ass with his cum.

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Kelly Ch. 03 https://aygir.org/kelly-ch-03.html https://aygir.org/kelly-ch-03.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/kelly-ch-03.html

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This is part 3 of “Kelly.” Parts 1 and 2 are nice, but not essential, to read before this. Again, this is a work of complete fiction.

I am grateful to the person who left delightful feedback saying: “Hard as it is to believe, mushy makes for exciting sex!” All five parts were written before that comment, and all I can say is: Amen, and true for real life, too.

I awoke in the middle of the night with my nose buried in Kelly’s hair, as she spooned closely on her side in front of me. She smelled so good, a combination of her shampoo, that dusky smell of warm skin, and musk from our lovemaking. My one hand held her breast, my other arm cradled her head. My now-resting penis brushed her ass cheeks. She felt so good to touch.

I thought about all that had transpired in these last days. Discovering that a girl I had lusted for through nearly four years of high school liked me, too. Learning that she was just as beautiful inside as she was outside. Falling deeply in love almost instantly. Losing our virginity in wonderful, passionate lovemaking. Having the girl of my dreams as my girlfriend. And now, sleeping with that same beautiful girl! Actually sleeping in the same bed, cuddled up!

I felt overwhelmed, and a pain rose up from somewhere deep inside. I didn’t really understand why, but it did, and I began to sob. I didn’t want to wake Kelly, so I tried to pull away a little, but she sighed and pulled me closer instead. I couldn’t stop the sobbing and my body wracked. Suddenly, Kelly was wide-awake.

“You’re crying! What’s wrong?” she said as she rolled over to face me.

“I don’t know,” I sobbed.

“What did I do? Tell me,” she was really concerned now.

“Nothing. You didn’t do anything.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No,” I sobbed harder, “I’m OK.”

“No you’re not,” she grew firm, “What aren’t you telling me?”

“Nothing!”

“Well, there’s something. You don’t love me? Is that it?”

I was quiet for a long time, thinking about what I was feeling. Kelly just stared at me. From time to time I would sob almost uncontrollably, and she would gently put a hand on my face. She had a very worried look. I was one messed up puppy.

“Kelly, I’ve never felt this way about anybody before, the way I feel about you. I woke up and started thinking about what’s happened between you and me, and then all of a sudden I started to hurt. My chest was tight and I hurt physically, all over, but especially in my heart. And well, I just started crying. It’s pretty embarrassing,” I said haltingly, “I don’t know if I’m crying because I hurt, or because I’m so happy I don’t know how to express it any other way.”

“Pain about what?” she asked, a little less worried, but only a little.

“I think that falling in love with you has made me realize how lonely I am. How cut off I feel from people. My mom’s an alcoholic. Dad got me to see a therapist about it, who told me I’d have trouble ever getting truly close to anyone. Guess she’s right. I love you so much, but I’m so scared.”

“Scared of what?” she asked.

“I’m not even sure. Scared of you dumping me. Scared of showing you myself, and having you laugh at me. Scared of sharing who I am and you finding that I’m not for you.” I sobbed again. “My therapist says the way people avoid feeling abandoned is by not forming close ties in the first place. But that’s a lonely way to live. Now that you’re in my life, I know that. But I’m terrified. I think the more you love someone, the scarier it is to fear being abandoned. At one level, I want to run to you. But I also want to run away.”

Kelly moved in and gave me a full-body hug. “I know that you won’t believe me when I tell you, but I love you with my entire body and soul. I don’t ever want to be without you. I love the inside you – the man with the romantic heart and gentle laugh and sweet lips.” With that, she softly kissed me.

“How can I make this good?” I said, wiping tears, “I want to be perfect for you. I want to be everything you’ve ever dreamed of having in a man. I want to love you in the way of all the great Hollywood movies where the two stars fall in love and everyone lives happily ever after. I want to know you so well and love you so deeply that we are two parts of one being. But I don’t know how to do that. I guess I don’t know how to love you in the ways I want to. Kelly, don’t let me run away!”

“I will help you, my love,” she said, wiping away my tears, too, and running her fingers through my hair, “I’ll help you, but you have to try to trust me, and trust in my love. You will always have my love, no matter what.” With that, she kissed me again, and her tongue swept into my mouth to engage mine. She pressed in hard and hugged me to her. “By the way, sir knight, it may seem odd to you, but all that you just said I find incredibly romantic!”

“It’s just the truth again, that’s all,” I shrugged.

“Maybe if you don’t think you know how to love me, you should just keep telling me the truth, because it works pretty Antep Bayan Escort well!” Kelly kissed me passionately, searching out my tongue with hers.

My cock began to rise. She felt it and pressed against it with her leg. She moved over me so that she completely commanded our kissing, which she now kept up with a fervor. Then, she rolled me on my back and climbed up to straddle me, my hard cock pinned against my waist by her now-moist pussy. She wouldn’t let her lips off of mine. She moved forward, and the tip of my cock felt her entrance. With one swift move she impaled herself, my cock sinking deeply inside her tightness. Still kissing me, she began to hump me with a wild, reckless abandon. I grabbed her waist and just followed her movements as she loved me hard. Her waist was so firm, her skin so smooth to hold. I felt so much love for this little girl.

She broke our kiss and sat up, putting her hands on my chest. She rose and fell and rose and fell, in long, fast strokes. I looked down to see my cock sinking into her and emerging. I took her breasts in my hands and squeezed them gently, her erect nipples between my thumbs and knuckles. She gasped and humped harder. Then she changed, and her strokes became short as she ground my dick as deep into her pussy as she could, and moved only a little. I could feel the tip of my nine inches against her cervix. I was amazed that such a tiny girl could hold so much cock. She ground and grunted and fucked me. I grabbed her ass with both hands and moved her up and down my cock. I was in control of the rhythm now, but I wasn’t letting up. I squeezed her cheeks as hard as I could. They were so firm and tight. I watched my cock pump in and out of her. It was wet with her juices in the candlelight. She screamed and cried out. She was out of control and thrashing from side to side as she fucked me. My cock felt enormous. I could feel its head swelling, making Kelly’s vagina seem even tighter. What’s more, she squeezed me with her muscles so hard it almost felt as if we couldn’t move. But we did, and beautifully, together.

“Cum for me!” she cried, “Fill me up!” I need to feel you explode!”

“Oh, Kelly, I love you!” And I exploded, ramming her down on my member, arching my back off the bed and raising her into the air as my seed washed her womb. I came and came and came in burst after burst while she moaned and humped. She bent and mashed her lips into mine in a deeply passionate, out-of-control kiss. We kept kissing, the passion remaining but the intensity of the kisses slowly subsiding until they settled down to soft, deeply affectionate lip touching. Spent, she finally collapsed on my chest, her arms around me, her face pressed to my neck, still a bit out of breath.

“I needed to do that to you,” she whispered in my ear, “I needed to show you how I feel.” She nipped my earlobe.

I stroked her hair. “You mean, you wanted to kill me?” I said with a smile.

“If that’s what it takes to show you how much I love you, then, as I’ve said before, today is a good day to die.” She looked steadily into my eyes. Then she smiled a smile that could have illuminated a city. “I hope you’d at least die with a smile on your face.”

“That’s for sure! I don’t know how much more loving like that I can take,” I said.

“I intend to find out,” she giggled. “Do you think you could fall asleep while you’re still inside me?”

“Wow! I’d sure like to try! Can we spoon again?”

“Good idea.” Kelly rolled off me, and lay on her side with her back to me. I put an arm under her neck and another around her waist. My cock, still hard, pressed against her ass cheeks. She reached behind and took it, guiding it into her wet, slick pussy. “Mmmm. That feels so nice. Let’s sleep, my love.” She moved just a little to stroke my hard cock inside her, enough to keep me stimulated. Soon, though, we were fast asleep.

Love is an incredible thing. So is being eighteen years old. When I awoke, my dick was still inside her, and very hard. We were so tired we hadn’t moved, and I had slept a long part of the night with my penis inside the most beautiful, sexiest woman on the planet! Incredible!

Morning light shone in the window and the clock radio read just a little after seven. I decided to awaken her in a unique way. I slowly started stroking my cock in and out as she lay pressed against me. It was a different feeling to take her from behind on our sides. After a few strokes, she sighed and began to move against me. To feel my pubic hair brush her ass on the in-stroke was great. It all felt different inside her, too, and wonderful.

“What a nice way to wake up!” she purred, moving back tighter against me, responding to my motion.

“I was hoping you’d like it,” I said, as I continued to stroke her slowly. I could feel her pussy getting wetter and slicker as we moved. I rolled on top of her, her legs flat on the bed. I was above her pumping into her pussy from behind. She lay there motionless while I did.

“Your cock feels so good. Do you mind if I just take?” she said.

“I don’t mind at all. I’ll just look at you while we make love,” I said, pushing up onto straight arms and looking down at her luscious body – the smooth skin of her back, her tight, gorgeous ass, her slim, firm legs spread wide with my body between them and my cock plunging in and out of her wet snatch. We needed a little elevation. “Here,” I said, “Put pillows under your tummy, it will raise you up and I’ll go deeper.”

She put the pillows under her tummy and thighs, and her sweet little butt stuck up in the air. I hadn’t removed myself, and suddenly I could penetrate another full inch. “Oh, oh,” she cried in rhythm of my thrusts, “That’s so good! I love it! I love what you do to me.” She rocked in rhythm against me, fucking me in return. Our pace sped up, and soon we were humping away as hard as we could. I don’t know where it kept coming from, but I’m glad it did: another load readied itself in my balls.

“Oh, Kelly, I’m going to cum!”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes! Give it to me!”

And I did. Another huge load that I spent after plunging into her as deeply as I could. She arched her back and reached behind to grab my ass as she came with me, crying out in ecstasy. I must say, I had one happy penis. And a happy heart. Worn out, we rolled on our sides and cuddled, my poor dick finally going limp.

“I don’t know if I can ever get it up again,” I said mournfully.

“Wanna bet?” she said with a grin.

There was a long pause. “No bet,” I said, “Not if you’re my inspiration.”

“I want to inspire you any time I have the urge,” she said, and she snuggled against me, “And I’m warning you, sweetie, I’m going to feel urges a lot!”

We dozed for a little while. When I awoke, I heard rain. I left Kelly as quietly as I could, and slipped into the bathroom, where I urinated and looked out the window. It was dark and dreary, and the rain was falling hard. It felt a little raw and cold even inside the house. Bad day for our planned trip to the beach. But another idea took shape.

Kelly came downstairs about an hour later, wearing the same white shirt she had worn the night before at dinner. Her hair was unbrushed, and her eyes were still a little puffy from sleep. She was groggy.

“What’s this?” she asked sleepily, as I stood before her.

“It’s cold. It’s pouring rain. But we’re still going to the beach!” I said.

“What?”

“Look!”

I had spread my beach blanket in the middle of the living room floor, and put up the umbrella to shade us from the window. There were two low chairs, a picnic basket, an inflated beach ball, and two books. A bottle of suntan lotion leaned against the basket. Music came from the stereo. I was dressed in a swimsuit, Hawaiian shirt, big straw hat, sunglasses, and flip-flops.

“I promised you the beach, where we were probably going to sit out in the sun, bake, fight bottle flies, try to read, talk a bit, get sunburned, swim in freezing water, eat food covered by ants, and fight traffic coming home. Or, more likely today, get soaked in the rain and freeze. This way, it seems we can keep the best, ditch the worst, have better music, and have no sand in my clean car!”

“It’s perfect!” she cried, “I’ll go change!”

She returned a few minutes later still wearing the shirt. “I thought you were going to change?” I said.

“I did. I put my bikini on underneath.”

“I might have preferred the original way.”

“How public a beach is this?” she queried.

“Hadn’t really thought about that,” I admitted.

“Wait, you had all yesterday to fantasize and plan,” she said, “So what did you fantasize about?”

“I don’t really want to tell you,” I mumbled.

“Oh, fantasizing about other women?”

“No, Kelly. Can we please change the subject?”

“Uh, oh. I messed up,” she said, suddenly remembering last night. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it.” She paused. “The last time you wanted to change the subject, it was something romantic. Please tell me, Justin.”

“Well, I spent yesterday fantasizing about the rest of my life. Jobs, houses, traveling. A wife,” I said, looking at her. “And babies. The whole domestic thing that I’d always thought I never needed or wanted. And all of a sudden I was in this fantasy where I had all of it. With you. And I was so happy.”

Tears streamed down her lovely cheeks. “I don’t know anything that you could say to me that would be more wonderful, and more romantic than that. I think maybe you do love me. Oh, God! I said something stupid again!” She hugged me hard.

“It’s OK. I’m sorry about last might. I may be that some of the fantasy went deeper than I thought, and I was reacting to that, too.”

“Don’t apologize for last night. I know you’re embarrassed about it, but I want you to feel comfortable enough with me to cry. Lord knows I’ve done enough of it with you already, including right now.” She hugged me again and sobbed.

“Please, no tears Kelly. It breaks my heart to see you cry, even happy tears.” I held her close, and it really felt like my heart was breaking. But it also felt good to comfort her and protect her. “Breakfast!” I said suddenly, pointing a finger in the air, “We need to hit the beach with full bellies, because I don’t trust what’s in the picnic basket!”

“That’s another advantage of our new beach,” she said, gesturing to my setup, “We’re close to the fridge.”

Kelly made the best French toast I’d ever tasted for breakfast. We talked of many things. She shared a lot about herself, and I found her more beautiful by the minute. I felt comfortable with her as I did with no one else, not even my dad, who had always been my best friend, who had helped me so much with the recent dark times with Mom. Kelly was even better.

After I finished more food than I should have eaten, I leaned back and cut loose with a huge belch.

“Well, maybe you’re right that I’ll never match you in belching!” she said, startled.

“You’re supposed to thank me,” I said regally, patting my belly.

“I’m supposed to thank you for belching?” she said, curiously.

“It’s an old Roman custom to belch after a great meal. Charlton Heston did it in ‘Ben Hur,’ and his Roman host thanked him for the compliment.”

“Oh, I am uncultured, to be so unaware of ancient Roman customs,” she said, literally rolling her eyes. We laughed. “Let’s hit the beach!”

“Can you get a hairbrush?” I asked.

“Why? Gonna spank me with it?”

“I just might. But actually, I want to brush your hair.”

Her eyes flashed, she smiled, and raced upstairs, returning in a moment with a wood-handled brush. “My mom used to like to brush my hair when I was little. She hasn’t done it in ages.”

“I think I’d like to brush it,” I said, “it seems like something you’d do at the beach.”

We spent the day at our beach, reading books (homework English reading, actually), listening to music, (Beach Boys ‘Pet Sounds.’ It had always been a favorite. Jackson Browne’s first record, with ‘Doctor My Eyes’ and imagining Kelly naked, eating chocolate cake on the floor.)

She looked stunning: her tiny, crocheted bikini on her slim, tight form. Just enough stitches to cover her breasts, few enough stitches to show off her flat tummy, graceful, slim hips, and dynamite legs. Flesh colored, too, so it was easy to imagine her wearing less.

After a while, I said, “Come over here with your brush and sit between my legs.” She came and sat with her back to me, and I could press my knees against her shoulders. I took the brush and started brushing her hair. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but I tried to imagine myself in her place, and imagine what would feel good. It seemed to work. Soon her eyes were closed, and she’d lean her head a little towards the brush. I would brush long strokes through her beautiful hair and follow the brush with my hand. Sometimes I would take hair in my hand and start the brush there. I brushed for a long time. She would softly sigh, and she put her arms around my knees and squeezed them a little now and then. I put my arms around her and hugged her back to me, holding her close and nuzzling her neck. We spent over an hour brushing and hugging. No words between us, but it felt like there was no need to talk. We communicated through our touch.

Finally, she twirled on her tail and lifted a leg over my head, so that she faced me and her legs straddled me, her legs over mine as mine straddled her. She leaned forward and, putting her arms around me, gave me a deep kiss. “That was the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me!” she said, and kissed me again. I held her shoulders.

“I really, really enjoyed that, Kelly. I will be most happy to brush your hair any time.”

“Thank you. I will definitely take you up on that!” she said happily. “I’ll tell you one other thing. It really turns me on!” And again, she kissed me deeply.

“How public is this beach?” I asked suspiciously.

“It is entirely, entirely private,” she replied confidently.

“So, it would be OK if I did this?” I said as I untied her bikini strap from behind her back. “And this?” as I untied the strap from her neck. I took the straps and removed her top, setting it aside.

“It would be more than OK. It is highly desired,” she said, and kissed me again.

“What about this?” I said as I untied the side straps from her bikini bottom.

“Well,” she said, “If you’re going to do that, then I must remove your suit as well.” I took her bottoms away as she lifted slightly. Then she worked down my suit, and in a jumble of legs and bodies we managed to get it off. We laughed at our clumsiness. I took off my shirt. Then, we were both naked, straddling each other. I looked at her perfect body. She looked at my throbbing cock. She reached out and encircled it with both hands. “I thought you said you’d never get it up again?” She stroked gently with both hands up and down my shaft.

“But I didn’t take your bet, citing you as inspiration.”

“Are you inspired?”

“You are my only inspiration, and you inspire me totally.”

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First Bi-male Experience https://aygir.org/first-bi-male-experience.html https://aygir.org/first-bi-male-experience.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/first-bi-male-experience.html

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I’m a 53yo bi guy in the UK. About 4 yrs ago I arranged my first MMF meet with a couple, Lesley & Adrian from Birmingham. She was lovely, looked like a mum you’d see at the school gate, dark hair, gorgeous brown eyes and nice legs, cuddly figure but not fat. They lived in a small terraced house in the suburbs and I loved turning up there on a Saturday morning, neighbors out & about, me knowing we were going to be having sex. On my arrival she was wearing a soft black leather dress, heels and her legs bare & smooth. She had an ankle tattoo of Tinkerbelle that I found a huge turn-on. Adrian was nice, slim same height as me and he took the lead in conversation, as Lesley was clearly a bit nervous. I should say at this point that they did not advertise any bi-content to their play and I wasn’t expecting anything to occur in that regard. That said, I knew that if the issue cropped up I would be keen to try something – I was bi-curious and had been for a long time, which is I why I wanted to see a M/F couple.

After chatting for 20mins in their lounge to get to know each other, Lesley took me upstairs to their bedroom and asked Ade to come up when he was ready. She and I undressed and started playing on their bed, and by the time I was going down on her to lick her wet pussy she was fully into it and crying out in pleasure. Ade came into the room, stripped quickly and joined us on the bed to offer his hard cock for Lesley to suck. So here I was, in bed with my first couple and my first sight of a cock in close quarters. It felt completely natural and I found it difficult to keep my eyes off Ade, he had a lovely lean body and a gorgeous cock but I assumed he was straight and we got on with the business of giving Lesley a good hard seeing to. I found it amazing to be next to them while they were fucking, Lesley in missionary, me stroking her breasts and thigh nearest me while Ade slid his slick erection in and out of her cunt. Nearing his climax he pulled out and ejaculated powerfully in a straight Bayan Escort Gaziantep line from her pussy, up over her tummy and chest and onto her chin – I was mesmerized.

Once she had been cleaned up (with a wet-wipe sadly), she and I got into a 69 with her on top. We were at this for a quite a while and both getting very horny while Ade lay next to us and wanked himself back to hardness. Then he changed position, got behind Lesley’s upturned bum and eased his cock into her vagina. God James, I’ll never forget that image of Ade’s hard penis so close to my face and the clean fragrant smell of his body as he slid in and out of his wife. His balls were grazing my forehead and the couple’s wet union was just an inch or two from my face. I tentatively started to lick his shaft as well her clit as he reamed her slowly and again, it seemed completely natural. I was nervous though, wondering if Ade would catch on and take offence.

Then came the moment of truth – was he bi or not? He withdrew from her, I knew he hadn’t cum inside her and wondered if this was his silent invitation for me to slip my mouth over his cock. Nothing was said and in a split second I decided to go for it and slipped my warm lips over his knob. He slid his cock back & forth into my mouth before transferring it to his wife’s pussy again. My head was in quite a spin and I wondered if he’d do it again. I knew I’d enjoyed it and would repeat it if he wanted me to. Thankfully he did and pulled out again after a few thrusts and slipped back into my mouth. After we’d repeated the cycle several times I felt bold enough to put my hands on his bum to draw him into my mouth more fully. He was clearly enjoying it as much as me. But strangely it didn’t go beyond that and nothing was said by any of us, I even wondered if Lesley was aware of what us two guys had been doing. As we cooled down I do remember holding his cock as she sank her mouth onto him but again, no-one drew any attention to it.

I went away very happy that I’d enjoyed my first bi experience and it made me want more. The next couple I met, Sue & Steve, were totally open about it and Steve made a big deal out of sucking my cock. I’d never been sucked like it before, he did it for ages, and Sue his partner would share my cock with him orally, which was mind-blowing. Then she came and sat on my face while he brought me to an orgasm, which he then snowballed with her ……. amazing to watch them enjoy my seed like that! A few months later I met a 3rd couple, Suzy & Ray, again in Birmingham and over a year or so met with them several times, each time taking my bi-experiments further.

On our third date Suzy asked if I’d like Ray to pop my cherry, explaining that he loved anal sex but that she found it too painful so he didn’t often get the chance. She reassured me that she’d supervise and make sure I was ready. I agreed and the whole experience was really lovely. She bathed me and made sure I was clean, then lubed me and used a toy or two to warm me up, then snogged & cuddled with me while Ray entered me slowly & gently. I was so well prepared that the pain was no-where near what I feared it would be but he was increasing the length inside me very gradually, I was thankfully in the hands of experts. I remember asking him how far in he was as I felt very full of him – he replied with a groan and the reply “you’ve got my whole length inside you, fuck you feel lovely, good boy”. Soon he was sliding his full length in and out of me doggy style, still gentle but very firm.

Suzy got Ray to pull out slowly, encouraged me to roll over onto my back and bring my legs right back over Ray’s shoulders, explaining that this would probably be more comfortable. It was, I felt so open and gaping and he re-entered me balls deep and carried on fucking me until he came and filled the condom. I was amazed at how lovely it felt, but I think Suzy really got off on the imagery of it, as she was talking dirty throughout this phase (“oh Tim, I love seeing my hubby fucking you”).

The last time I met them, Suzy enjoyed sitting back off the bed in a chair and watching Ray & me perform oral sex on each other and indulge in mutual wanking & kissing, which turned her on greatly. Since being with them I’ve seen quite a few other couples and enjoyed some pretty intense bi-MMF play. Only recently have I been able to pluck up courage to have another man’s cum in my mouth, firstly by eating creampies, but most recently by sucking cock and receiving an ejaculation directly. I’ve broadened my experiences through experimenting by meeting with a gay guy on one or two occasions and also a couple of TVs.

The most recent cock I had was earlier this year, with a gorgeous pre-op TS. May was half Thai, half English, had gorgeous eyes and a lovely figure. I was blown away by her, OK I don’t have a lot of experience with T-girls but I found her utterly convincing, feminine and without any hint of anything male, mentally or physically….. until I started playing in her panties that is. We chatted easily on her sofa and slowly got closer, kissing & cuddling ever more passionately. I led my hand wander up her thigh, over her soft tights and could feel the hardness in her crotch.

When we retired to the bedroom I experienced some of the most intense sex ever. I really enjoyed the best of both worlds, so to speak. Being bisexual meant I had no hang-ups at all, and for me the sensations of being taken deep and hard on my back by a lovely smooth soft-skinned creature of (almost) complete femininity just blew my brains out.

I’ve come to the conclusion that what I enjoy most is MMF play where the guy is bi, for three reasons: I love all 3 of us to be equally involved, I really get off on seeing a woman being used and pleasured by me and the other guy, and I love seeing her being turned on by guy-on-guy action. The only thing I haven’t done is to fuck a guy, most men are a bit put off by my girth, and to be honest it doesn’t bother me – I don’t actually enjoy having my cock tightly constrained in a small hole, and also I prefer to be passive when with a guy.

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Florida Cougar Ch. 02 https://aygir.org/florida-cougar-ch-02.html https://aygir.org/florida-cougar-ch-02.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/florida-cougar-ch-02.html

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The black Maserati gleamed in the soft light of the garage. Connor’s eyes seemed to adjust slowly as he took in the way in which it dominated the concrete floor and put to shame the large, equally obsidian Mercedes Benz sedan beside it.

“It’s his favorite new toy,” he heard Debra say from right behind his left ear as he felt her breast on his shoulder blade and her lips near his earlobe. “He won’t let anyone else drive it.”

Connor felt his body tingle at feeling her so close again. This woman was a sexual force and his body was useless against her. He felt her hand take his and the cold metal between them. He looked down at the keys in his hand.

“But he’s not here is he Connor?” She smiled that lip-curling smile with which he’d become so familiar and walked to the car where she stood at the driver’s side door. In his hungry staring, he almost forgot himself and had to lurch suddenly out of his stupor to beat her to the door and open it for her. She saw his near-mistake and giggled as he took her hand to ease her down into the low, black leather bucket seat.

As she bent her legs to fit, he saw the hem of her dress ride up to expose her uppermost thigh and the garter belt and ties that held her black stockings in place. His cock leaped into the soft fabric of his expensive cotton suit pants, reminding him of the lack of underwear Debra had silently insisted upon by offering him only the clothes on the bed and hiding what he’d worn when he fell into her world.

Debra saw his response to her choice of lingerie and smiled up teasingly.

“We’d better be off Connor. Our reservation is in less than a half hour.”

“Yes Mrs. Debra,” he smiled back with the growing confidence that came with relishing this role she seemed to delight in watching him play. “Right away ma’am.”

Behind the wheel of the Maserati, with the feel of what had to be a $6,000 suit on his body, Connor felt a potency that radiated out into the heavy Miami night.

Debra sat next to him, dancing slowly and sensually to the soft, Latin music pumping from the car’s insanely high-tech sound system. He watched her periodically in the mirror and caught her eye at every glance.

Those impossibly blue eyes bore into him from the mirror as her full, firm breasts writhed under the taut fabric of her tiny black dress. The glimmer of perspiration was apparent on her lined, freckled chest as she danced and her beautiful muscled neck shone out as she tensed it vigorously, allowing her red ponytail to whip back and forth against the high backed leather seat.

From the corner of his eye he could see her hands, and their long, age defined fingers rub her thighs, knees, and stomach as she swayed to the rhythms. When she moved deeply, her hands grabbed the dashboard and her back arched suggestively forward while her sinewy, creaseless arms showed their feminine power.

As he took her in with his eyes, Connor marveled at the sexual dynamism of her fifty plus year old body.

Intermittently she would lean into his ear and whisper a direction, guiding them towards the lights of South Beach to a destination that only she knew and was a mystery to him.

As her orders purred off of her wet, pouting lips and into his quivering ear, her tongue or teeth would glance his earlobe and make his body shudder as he fought to keep control of the insanely powerful mechanical beast that he guided down the Highway. Connor’s body had never felt so alive or dominant as it did behind that wheel and swathed in the expensive fabric of the perfectly fitting suit. He felt even more vital when he compared his body’s growing power with his mental need to stay attentive and servile to Debra’s every need. Feeling her power over him made him ache with passion. The truth of her dominance over him was taking its root in his mind as he looked up and caught her eyes again in the rearview.

They flashed back at him as if saying, “I know.”

Whatever Collins Ave hotel to which she had guided him was called, Connor couldn’t place it. It sat next to and between the hot spots of South Beach but was apparently much too exclusive for Connor’s broke hipster standing.

The valet was waiting for him as he opened the door and Connor had his ticket before he even noticed extending his hand. Men in white shorts, polo shirts and blazers surrounded Debra as she unfolded herself out the driver-side door.

A feeling of strange pride filled him as he watched the twenty-something guys his age or younger take her in and fall, if only momentarily, under the spell of her mature sensuality. Connor took her hand from the limp grip of the awed, young bellboy who had been struck dumb by Mrs. Debra’s eyes and smile. His suavity was met with an approving nod and grin from her and they went confidently together into the dark, cool lobby of the hotel.

He could hear and feel the ocean beating at them from the far side of the seemingly empty lobby. All the fashionable, beautiful people who populated it sat Bayan Escort Gaziantep along its deeply set walls and seemed to take in the newcomers without any apparent interest. Debra pulled him gently down the length of the place before turning right and stopping at a small concierge desk under a gaudy white chandelier that held faintly burning candles.

“Good evening miss,” came the voice of the reed thin, immaculate Maitre D. “It’s lovely to have you back.”

“Thank you so much,” Debra purred, allowing him to kiss the back of her extended hand.

“The cabana you requested is ready and right this way,” he demurred, releasing her palm and motioning subtly for them to follow.

They followed him through the mesmeric dining room. Soft, ambient music played over the diners who spoke quietly over their plates of expensive looking seafood and exotic cocktails.

Moonlight, along with its reflection off the undulating night sea, lit the room in concert with candles on every table and in more chandeliers strung from the high ceilings.

The Maitre D led them past the corner tables to a curtain that he parted for them and outside to a candle lit walkway that followed out towards the beach. After a few seconds along the path, they came up to four cabanas set behind tall palms. If he hadn’t been shown them, Connor would never have known of their existence.

“Enjoy,” the Maitre D smiled with a knowing grin and parted another curtain revealing an open, wood slatted door.

“Thank you again. Our meal will be on account tonight, so no bill will be necessary.” Debra said in a measured yet honey sweet tone.

“Of course,” he replied with a curt smile before disappearing into the pathway.

When Connor turned Debra was already disappearing into the cabana.

Once he followed her inside he took in the six by ten foot room with a circular padded seat that encompassed a small table. Long swaths of white cloth covered the side and back walls and a huge window comprised the far wall. The view of the ocean was uninterrupted and Connor moved in behind Debra, pressing against her softly from behind as she stood gazing out at it.

“What a great spot,” he said, feeling her round ass cheek against his thigh muscle.

“It’s beautiful. I love it here.” She leaned into his thigh as if provoking him.

“I’ve never seen this place from the road or the beach.” He murmured as he shifted, moving his growing, slightly throbbing erection towards the center of her as she leaned into him.

“Well, you’ve seen it from the road and just never noticed it’s there. That’s the point of exclusivity Connor, certain people shouldn’t feel welcome in certain places.” She pushed back against his cock and rubbed ever so subtly down on it between her ass cheeks. “And as for the beach view. It’s tempered glass, it looks black in the moonlight and reflective during the day. We’re practically invisible right now.” As she announced their invisibility, she pulled his head down to her neck as she grinded harder against his cock.

His lips kissed the soft, fragrant skin of her neck. The strong muscles that held her head to the side and allowed him to taste her rippled against his lips and cheek. He could feel the lines of her superb age as he kissed hard on her tightening skin. She pushed hard against his erection with her ass and he felt her hand reach back to gauge his length through his thin, light pants.

As she caressed his cock, his hand grabbed her left breast and he felt her nipple straining out through her bra and thin dress, eager to be touched. He squeezed her trapped nipple and she moaned suddenly and sharply. Grabbing his cock hard in reply. Her hand left his head and took his away from her breast, moving it down her dress towards her hips and thighs. She guided him towards the high hem of her dress and helped him pull it up higher on her gorgeous legs. The light fabric pulled hard and tight on the meeting of her hip and thigh and she pulled his hand south again where she pushed him under the band of her panties and let his fingers loose in the soft bramble of her red bush.

The tips of his fingers delighted in the softness of her pubic hairs and the way his touch made her writhe in his arms. His index finger ran down, feeling her hairs moisten at the parting of her pussy lips. She shuddered and moaned loudly as his finger ran the quivering wet length of her swelling slit.

“Touch me,” she moaned gently in his ear as he ran his finger teasingly up again.

His obedient index slipped into her pussy at the lowest parting of her lips and he felt her wetness grow as she bucked against him, her hand pulling his hair, grinding his face into her neck and cheek as she moaned again. The throbbing hardness of her clit brushed against his finger as he played shallowly inside her, his middle finger joining the invasion. The second finger caused her to curse breathlessly and her back to arch away from him, pinning her hand between her ass and his throbbing hard cock.

Her head turned suddenly towards his and her Goddess-like blue eyes came level with his mortal green ones. Her trembling lips grazed barely against his and her breath was on his face like an entrancing garden breeze.

“Tease my clit Connor. Touch it now.” Her lips were so close that it made him swallow the words as she spoke them.

Between his fingers he took the hard, throbbing flesh of her swollen clit and rubbed it as gently as she could bear.

At the first touch, Debra’s mouth found his and their tongues met in a dance that muffled the moaning scream of pleasure that came roaring from her engorged and burning pussy. Her fingers squeezed expertly around the sheathed shaft of his cock and he felt it pulsing in her familiar hand.

As their mouths danced, Connor ground on her clit with her fingers. Her flesh rippled as he teased her pussy open and rubbed her clit harder and harder. Debra bucked hard against him and almost fell into him

She pulled her mouth away and caught his eyes. “Lay down,” she ordered breathlessly and without a smile. “On your back Connor.”

He complied and watched her stand straddling over him. Looking up he saw the trail of sticky shine he had left on her upper thighs near the fabric of her sheer black thong and lace garters.

“Take them off.” She ordered evenly. Amazed at how delicate they were, Connor reached up to finger the thong, somehow knowing what she meant. “Tear them,” her eyes burning against the red hair flowing and free down her neck and shoulders. He did as told and ripped the fragile thin elastic waistband by tearing it away from her as hard as he could.

The residual snap was loud and left a thin welt on her left inner thigh. Her eyes closed and she cried out gently at the pain but when she looked down, he could tell she burned hotter than ever. She turned over him and faced away as she crouched over him in her heels. Her luscious ass poised above his eyes and her dripping wet pussy near his hungry mouth.

He felt her watching over her shoulder as she sat back on his face and buried her pussy in his mouth. His hands, the left still grasping her ruined thong, grabbed her milky white dimpled ass cheeks and spread them wide to taste her more deeply.

His tongue explored and entered her as his hands groped her ass. Her clit ground down on his tongue and he teased it when not licking her shiny, swollen pink lips. Through the miasma of his pleasuring her and the beautiful moans from her throat, Connor felt her free his cock from his fly and begin to stroke him again. Her expertise was as incredible as the previous hour and he felt his body flame with the now familiar consuming lust for her entire being.

“Lick my ass Connor,” she moaned. “Eat Mrs. Debra’s beautiful ass.”

Quivering, tight and pink, her asshole sat just before his eyes. She shifted down to ease his access and he moved hungrily to tease it with his tongue. As the tip of his tongue flitted over her asshole Debra screamed with pleasure and he felt her body go rigid in ecstasy. Spurred on by her passion, Connor licked harder and her response grew as well. Her hand stroked his cock with abandon as he spread her juices and his salivation over her slickening asshole.

He could see it widening at his touch and it made him wild to know how filthy she was and how good he made her feel. This Goddess wanted him to eat her ass and was pleased by his work. Realizing this made him want to cum but he fought hard and instead eased his pinky against Debra’s pulsing asshole.

“Oh Connor, yesssssssssss!” she cried out madly. “Do it. Stick it in. Finger my ass!” She sat up in a crouch now and he could see her jacking him off as she moaned. His finger slid into her hot, tight asshole and his mouth went back to eating her enflamed, soaking pussy.

Her response was cataclysmic;

Her back arched.

Her ass cheeks went rock hard.

Her hand grasped the head of his cock with ferocity.

Her pussy gaped and unleashed a torrent of her juices across his face.

Her torso went stiff as her body emitted a sound that encompassed all passion and blasted the room with echoes.

The orgasm was potent and came in waves as he moved ceaselessly on fingering her ass while he ate her pussy. Every peak and valley drove him crazy with lustful pride.

As she caught her breath she moaned, “yes Connor, yes baby, thank you Connor, you’re such a good beautiful boy.”

His name on her lips and knowing he pleased her was too much. Balls shuddering and cock going stiffer, his neck shot his head against her ass and he felt the fiery lightning of his cum shoot up his shaft and explode out of him.

“Mmmmmmmmm,” he heard his Goddess giggle and moan. “More cum from my beautiful boy.”

As he fell back in exhaustion he felt her rub him clean and heard her suck his gift into her mouth.

Then there was a knock on the door.

“That would be dinner,” she said standing up and pulling down her dress as she wiped his creamy cum from her lips with her tongue. “Maybe I should have cancelled the appetizer,” she said with a sly winking smile.

He laid dumbly and spent in front of her, shocked and frozen.

“Get up Connor,” she laughed, “you’ll give the waiter a fright if you stay like that and Mrs. Debra will never have her delicious meal.” She went to the door without making sure Connor scrambled to his feet.

She didn’t have to, as the door opened Connor’s zipper went up and he smiled oddly at the waiter, the wet, torn panties still in his hand.

Raw oysters, mango and steamed, cold lobster tails served as an appetizer to a meal that mostly consisted of Connor and Debra gazing at each other and laughing at themselves.

She asked about his music and she was eager to know more and listened like no one ever had to his feelings and theories on the subject.

Over sips of champagne and Debra’s almost constant stroking of his thighs and cheeks, Connor found himself rebuffed when he ventured questions that probed into her life. The most he learned was that she married her husband young and they never had kids. At this time in their life they lived almost entirely separate lives and that he paid her handsomely to ignore his indiscretions while expecting her to remain faithful.

“How’s that going?” Connor asked with bravado uncharacteristic to their relationship.

“I’ve never strayed a moment in my life dear boy,” she responded with a smiling, yet inscrutable innocence.

His confusion over this exchange shifted them back to his music and they stayed there over their dinner of poached grouper and citrus rice and into the dessert of a fresh fruit plate.

After coffee had been served and cleared, Debra climbed lithely into his lap and they kissed sweetly for what seemed like an hour while they flirted and spoke nothings into each other’s eyes and ears.

As the food and “exertion” washed over them, Connor felt himself tiring suddenly.

“Should I take you home Mrs. Debra?” He asked after minutes of staring into her eyes.

“Did I ask you to take me home Connor?” She asked with a sudden flare of hurt anger in her voice.

“No ma’am,” he stammered, furious at himself fro breaking the spell. “You just seemed tired…”

“The night is young my beautiful boy,” she purred up at him, her fingertips grazing his temple and cheeks. “Unless you want to be free of an old woman like me.”

“Never,” he heard himself say suddenly and with a crazed honesty. He immediately regretted the odd desperation in his tone.

She laughed at his answer with her light, airy giggle. “You’re so sweet baby. I’m so glad I picked you from my bushes.” She kissed him deeply as she sat up in his lap. The kiss was electric and the pawed at each other like pre-teens as their mouths ate at each other ravenously.

“Get me out of here Connor,” she whispered in his ear after disengaging. “I have something to show you.

The walk back through the hotel was uneventful save for the looks they received from all the twenty-something self-important posers in the lobby bars and lounges. Connor was well aware that they looked exactly like what they were, two people with at least 3 decades between them who had clearly been making each other cum in the very recent past. His suit was disheveled enough to show off the telltale creases and Debra’s lustrous mane of orange hair looked wild and gave her a very strong “freshly plucked” look. Connor simply smiled back though, prouder in her company than he ever had been and fingering the torn, moist thong in his left pocket. His free hand cupped Mrs. Debra’s lovely ass and pulled her to him. Her smiling gaze at his gesture made him want to sing with happiness.

Back behind the wheel of the Maserati, Debra re-commenced her unique giving of directions and his earlobe and body sang in unison at its usefulness. Heading back south and off the beach, Connor got a bit mystified by her directions as they seemed to be heading inland and south but not towards her house directly.

“I think you’re going to like our next stop,” Debra said softly, with palpable anticipation growing in her silky voice, “take the next exit Connor.”

As he steered the mighty car onto the next highway off ramp, Connor scanned the swampy environs for a touchstone in his memory. He could find none.

After following Debra’s instructions and passing back under the highway and onto a smaller road, he turned left onto an access road and up to a security gate. After seeing a camera take them in, the gate opened and Connor drove right down the driveway behind a white stucco wall. In the driveway was an assemblage of cars that would have made Connor jealous if the Maserati was his. Not a single beater landscaping truck sat parked among the Porsches, Ferraris, Benzs and Bentleys. Another valet appeared at his window when he stopped and another ticket appeared in his hand.

After helping Debra from the car himself, Connor noticed a pert smile on her lips and heard a gruff voice behind him bellow. “Welcome.”

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Brunette

GOODBYE TO THE PAST Part 7 – The Leaving Present

Caitlin’s role as Bonnie and Frank’s PA ends in style

Prologue

The device they are using to torture me isn’t particularly sophisticated or devious. Just a high-backed, leather-padded office chair. After all – as Amelie, the tall Amazon-like black woman with blonde hair said as she towered over me – this was to be mental torture, not physical.

I am bent over the chair back with my butt sticking out, my hands down in front of me, gripping the arms. I try to move my head but it is difficult given that the studded collar around my neck is attached to a ring on the top of the chair back by a short chain. I look down at my wrists, securely shackled to the arms of the chair by thick leather straps. I flex my legs but the spreader bar that my ankle restraints are attached to ensures I cannot move those either.

I am helpless – I am going nowhere.

I glance down and look at the timer they have put on the seat of the chair. The large red figures pulse up at me, mocking my inability to move.

01:00:00

An hour. A whole fucking hour. You know when they say that time stands still? It didn’t stand still – I swear it went backwards. Believe me, when you are tied to chair and told you will be forced to watch over twenty people fuck, suck, fondle, moan and groan in front of you for an hour when there is nothing you can do but scream inwardly, time moves at the speed of tectonic plates.

A brush of a kiss on my left cheek. Sleek, jet black hands running down my sides making me shiver. The catch of a long fingernail on my already swollen clitoris. A whisper in my ear in a lust-laden French accent. “Miss Price, your chosen specialist subject is The Sex Parties of Franklin and Bonita Rodriguez…”

A long, elegant black forefinger comes into my line of view. She touches the fingertip tenderly to the tip of my nose. She runs it slowly down over my gagged lips, my chin, my throat. She slowly moves her hand downwards to the seat of the chair.

“Your time starts now…”

She touches a button on the top of the timer.

00:59:59

I have a perfect view of proceedings. I bite down on the ball gag as my ordeal begins. The black woman takes her husband’s massive cock in her mouth inches from my face. My fiancée Anjali Mithra joins her, tongue flicking lasciviously as she groans in pleasure as Frank enters her from behind, his big hands sliding over her lovely brown skin to fondle her breasts. They are completely oblivious to my presence.

My last night in the penthouse in Chelsea Harbour. My last night in Bonnie and Frank Rodriguez’s employ.

And this is how the bastards thank me.

00:59:00 A year goes by.

00:58:00 Civilisations rise and fall.

00:55:00 Oh fuck, please make it stop!

Chapter One

My name is Caitlin Grainne Price and I am twenty five years old. I was – until the night I stood strapped to the leather chair helplessly watching some very debauched behaviour – a Personal Assistant to Bonnie and Frank Rodriguez, an American couple with business interests in the UK and Europe. I now work as an office manager for a training company co-owned by an ex-colleague from my ‘Other Job’.

My ‘Other Job’? Oh yes, of course. For the last nine months I have been a high-class Call Girl and Escort going under the name of Caprice.

Caitlin Price – Caprice… Get it?

And do you know what?

I fucking love it.

So much so that at last I feel confident enough in myself to finish my story in my own words.

I still sometimes need to take a few quiet moments to remind myself of the massive change that has washed over me in the past eighteen months or so. I wonder if things would have been different had I not turned the door handle to Bonnie’s apartment that fateful night. Had I not, would we have got together as we did? Something tells me we probably have done – I believe in fate and what happened that night seems like fate to me.

I certainly needed fate to provide something or someone to change me. I wasn’t going to do it alone.

Bonnie Rodriguez started the process. Her daughter Skye helped it on its way. Gina Harcourt and Angela deVries – the co-owners of the Agency I work for – had their input along with a good few others.

But Anji has helped me put the finishing touches. Well not exactly finishing. I’m nowhere near the finished article yet, but meeting and falling in love with my wonderful soul-mate has made me a more complete person than I could ever imagine possible. I once told Bonnie that without her, there’d be no Anji. I now firmly believe that if there was no Bonnie, there’d be no me. I look on my life as having two distinct periods – BB and AB.

Before Bonnie and After Bonnie.

I also told Bonnie when I got my Carpe Diem tattoo that I wouldn’t look back anymore – only forwards. But sometimes I need to look back and remember the girl I was to see the woman I have become. Before Bonnie, I was a dowdy, repressed little shell of a thing. Not exactly frightened of my own shadow, but certainly frightened of any intimacy and absolutely dead scared of sexual contact.

After Bonnie, I Escort Bayan Gaziantep blossomed. I began to sleep with women – including her adopted daughter Skye -and loved it. I had sex with more than one person simultaneously and loved it. With the assistance of her cunning little plan, I seduced Bonnie’s husband Frank and felt an overwhelming feeling of ecstasy as together we shared the spoils of another first for me. I realised that I loved watching and being watched. Kissing Skye in public for the first time was a revelation. Once I had done that, I felt I could do anything. I’ve not done it all yet, not by a long way – but I’ll get there.

Then there was Anjali Mithra. The love of my life – the girl I am going to marry some day. The girl with whom I became a Savage Angel and participated in one of the most memorable nights of our lives, cavorting as schoolgirls at one of Bonnie and Frank’s orgy parties and going down a storm – so much so that we are still asked to do it to this day.

Anjali Mithra – the budding actress who convinced me that I should take on a new job.

I already had a job – as I said, I was Personal Assistant to Franklin and Bonita Rodriguez. As you may have seen, at times the job got very personal indeed and I loved every moment of it. When their involvement in their London business was no longer such a pressing issue, they took a step back. I said I’d get bored when they went back to Miami and Bonnie made a joke about me applying for a particular job she thought I’d be good at.

Bonnie and I laughed at the idea. Anji didn’t see it as a joke. She saw it as a great opportunity, and of course she was right.

I applied. I was ‘interviewed’. I got the job.

The last nine months since I was taken onto the books of deVries and Harcourt have been a bit of a blur. A wonderful, wild ride of new experiences, fabulous sex and more tearing down of the wall that I had built around myself for so long.

The wall hasn’t quite gone but most of it lies in rubble around my feet. Every new experience helps to knock a few more bricks out of it; every time I see Anji’s face as I wake up next to her clears more of the detritus from my mind.

I’m getting there much quicker than I ever thought possible.

When I think back to the first time I walked up the drive of the Hampstead mansion owned by Angela deVries, it seems like a lifetime ago. I had been trembling in fear before my ‘interview’, but immediately felt at ease with the tall, angular Dutchwoman. I must have impressed her, even taking up her challenge of giving her husband Philippe a surprise little treat.

The second occasion I made the walk was a sort of induction day. She explained all about how the Agency operated and I recall her going through my list of things I’d be willing to do. A strange other-world of abbreviations and synonyms that meant that I’d take it in mouth and on my face. I wouldn’t do anal – at least at the time anyway. I certainly do now. Initials for this, initials for that; all obscuring that fact that I’d be willing or unwilling to perform some sexual act or have one performed on me by a man, woman or both.

All my ‘do’s and don’ts’ as Angela had called them. In the intervening time a fair few more ‘don’ts’ have become ‘do’s’ as my experience has widened.

The shackles have come off. And in some cases, the shackles have gone on, if you catch my drift. Yes, I am definitely widening my experience and thanks to a very pleasant weekend down in rural Sussex at the home of Gina Harcourt recently, I have a few new skills in my repertoire. Let’s just say that Gina’s best friend Josie Napier-Jones is an extremely adept teacher and the glorious red-head gave us a master-class. By ‘us’, I mean that Anji was there too and we have a fair few new toys to play with since then. It was quite a foursome and now seeing Anji come at me with velvet lined handcuffs leaves me weak at the knees.

I was thrilled at the results of my photo-shoot, presided over by Philippe, Angela’s handsome French husband, some twenty years her junior. By the time I left, he had produced Caprice’s first-draft webpage and Anji and I gazed at it that evening for what seemed like hours.

“God, you look fucking gorgeous. I wish I was doing it with you.” Her lovely brown eyes gazed into mine.

I stroked her lustrous black hair. “You’re going to be famous soon. Maybe best to avoid the scandal sheets?”

She grunted. “Hmph – may as well try out for porn for all the bloody parts I’m getting. All that time at that BBC shoot last week and I’ll get five fucking seconds on-screen. My character doesn’t even have a name – just ‘Girl in café – Anjali Mithra’. Whoop-de-do.”

I cuddled her in. “Hey, it’s a speaking part and you got to work with the star!”

She pulled away indignantly. “I gave her a fucking coffee. ‘Thanks, have you got a loyalty card?’ Jeez, the nights I lay awake desperately trying to come up with the right inflection. Thank goodness for Method Acting, coz I’d never have been able to grasp the complexities of the role.”

She kissed me on the nose. “Sorry babe. I know we’ll both be getting paid for what we love to do, but you’ll be doing it more often than me and getting paid a damned side more…”

And she was right. She’s been on TV a couple of times since in another long-running serial and an advert for on-line banking but most of her roles have been on the stage.

Most of mine have been on my back of course and for the first time I can ever remember, my bank balance is not tottering around the zero mark at the end of each month. I’ve even managed to open a savings account and expanded my wardrobe.

Or I should say ‘our’ wardrobe. Anji is the same size as me. We share a lot. Bonnie gets confused when Anji pitches up in one of my new dresses.

Talking of Bonnie, I miss her and Frank – they are over in Miami more than they are here now, but when they are back, it’s all guns blazing. The last few parties have been pretty spectacular, and when Anji is not touring, we usually get asked to reprise our Savage Angels schoolgirl act, though now just about everyone has seen it before.

Yes, a lot had changed for me, but the last few weeks in the employ of the Rodriguez’s proved to be just as eventful.

For a start, I got myself another new job and I got engaged.

I also started my now almost fanatical obsession with anal sex.

Oh, and there was that fucking leather chair as well…

Chapter Two

It was nice to finish an assignment early in the day, especially being a Saturday. Terri was a pretty, bubbly forty year old who had finally, aged 38, decided to act on her long-repressed wish to make out with other women. She was working her way through the female side of the deVries and Harcourt roster and I was the latest to enjoy her company. It had been a lovely, gentle ninety minutes or so and afterwards I accepted her offer of a glass of wine. She was short and curvy with shoulder length black hair and a radiant smile. Her husband was away on business a lot, so she had plenty of opportunity to indulge her new little “hobby” as she called it. I enjoyed her company immensely and she seemed to enjoy mine, so hoped I see her again.

I got back to Anji’s houseboat on the Thames around four, deciding against a night on my own in the penthouse. Bonnie and Frank were away and I’d rather rattle round an empty houseboat than my little apartment which was attached to their much larger penthouse, despite its stellar views. After all, the view from the houseboat wasn’t half bad either.

I texted Anji wishing her luck, knowing she’d be on stage in the matinee at the moment. It was a big day for her – the first time she’d have done two performances on the same day so she was staying with friends in South London after the show.

I was so proud of her when she got her big break at last. She had been thrilled enough to get a small part in Twelfth Night at Shakespeare’s Globe in Southwark. Two small parts actually as they often double up. She was also understudy to the girl playing Viola. Halfway through the run, the girl found she was expecting and Anji got her break. She stepped up seamlessly and I had been to seen her three times already. I couldn’t wait for the last night in a week’s time and the after-party.

I poured myself a Coke and sat gazing out over the Thames wondering what to do with the rest of the day. My eyes fell on the hookah on the low table in the middle of the room. Maybe later, with a nice bottle of wine and a chick-flick followed by some naughty surfing to see the night out.

I was drifting off into a nice little doze when my phone rang. Too early for Anji. I looked in amazement at the name that popped up. “Hey Adam! How’s it going? You not working today?”

Adam Carpenter, a gorgeous 32 year old blonde haired, chiselled-featured colleague from deV&H. Anji only had to think of him to get moist and I wasn’t far behind. I had loved working with him ever since the first time Anji and I did our ‘Savage Angels’ act at one of Bonnie’s parties.

“Hey Cait, no – nothing on today. Hope I’m not interrupting anything. Just wondering if we can meet up sometime over the next few days – something I’d like to talk over with you.”

I was intrigued. I couldn’t imagine what it was unless he wanted to unload about Jenna. “Sounds interesting – I’m done being Caprice and helping out closet lessies for the day, so I’m all yours if you’re available!”

He sounded amused. “Ah, the lovely Terri! Yes, Jenna’s been there a few times. A bit too refined for our Jen – she has to reign herself in!”

I laughed. “Yes, can imagine. Well she’s fine for a relative rookie like me.” I paused, not knowing if I should ask or not. “How’s Jenna doing?”

He sighed. “Not bad considering thanks. Look with her away, I’m free as well. I can fill you in about her later. Say six o’clock in that wine-bar downstairs from you?”

I grinned. “It’s up-river at the moment, but sounds good either way!”

I went and had a shower hoping Jenna really was ok. Rehab didn’t sound like fun to me and I shuddered as I thought that if I’d taken up Amelie’s or Angela’s offer of the white stuff earlier in the year I’d probably have been in the room next to her.

I got to Harvey’s a little early and sat cradling a glass of Shiraz, remembering the evening Anji and I had first met properly just a few tables over from where I was sitting now. As with Anji that night, Adam came dashing in a little late, looking ravishing and apologising. He’d been speaking to Jenna who he assured me was doing well and not trying to trash her room as she had thought she might. I sipped my wine and he his beer as we discussed Jenna’s situation and how I was getting on at the Agency.

“Loving it! They broke me in gently, but Terri apart, I’m getting a few… well, slightly more demanding roles! Let’s just say that the schoolgirl uniform I bought after the first Savage Angels act is getting some good use.”

Adam smiled. “That must be the Wilsons! Jenna’s been punished by them a few times. She has to act extra naughty so Mrs. Wilson smacks her hard enough for her to enjoy it!”

The Wilsons. Forty-something swingers and schoolteachers with a burning desire to discipline their pupils in a manner fortunately not allowed by law any more. My review from ‘PamW76’ had been a glowing four-star with a caveat that I’d have been guaranteed a five ‘ had she taken it in her darker passage.’ That was like a red rag to a bull to Anji. “Right, no-one’s marking my girl down coz she can’t take it up the pooper – on your tummy!”

We’d had fun and I’d also had some experience with Bonnie. I was getting closer to allowing full access, but so far it had still been denied.

Adam and I were getting along so well that we were on our third drink when he finally got around to why he had called me. “Things are not great at work at the moment…” He smiled. “In my real job, I mean!”

I recalled he worked for a personal training company doing motivational work. With looks like his, he didn’t have to try too hard.

He went on. “We’ve been taken over and it’s all getting a bit too ‘Corporate’. Lost the personal touch, so a few of us are going out on our own. They’ve offered redundancies and we’ve accepted; Tanya, Danny, Mark and I. We move into a new office early next month.”

I was still a bit puzzled as to why this involved me. “Great, hope it goes well. Big step, but hey – I’ve taken a few recently and they’ve seemed to pay off!”

He grinned over his beer. “Want to take another big step?” Taking my wide-eyed, open-mouthed response as a request for further information, he continued. “We need someone to take on the office manager role. Know anyone who can keep track of a madhouse? Keep their heads while everyone else is losing theirs in headless chicken mode?”

He was a hard man to turn down. He made everything sound so exciting and inspirational. There was virtually nothing left for me to do for Bonnie and Frank – I only had a month left in the penthouse before one final big hurrah of a last evening party to end them all. Half an hour later we were shaking hands and I had another new job. Out of courtesy, I texted Bonnie in Miami to get her approval.

She came back in seconds.

‘Working for Adam? You have to ****ing ask? Insist on benefits – you know what I mean ;o) Go for it, kid! XXX’

She had a bit of a thing for Adam, our Bonnie.

Adam glanced at his watch. I was dreading he was going to go home. I looked up from my wine. “Got somewhere to be?”

He shook his head, smiling. “No – not looking forward to getting back to the flat actually. Kev’s got some sort of party going on. Not my thing. Be glad to move in with Jenna when she’s back and hopefully sorted.”

I put on a wicked grin. “Wrong kind of party, eh? Not enough writhing bodies on the floor for you? No Bonnie Rodriguez to monopolise that lovely dick of yours.” I took a last sip of wine. “Right then – Anji’s away – Jenna’s away. Sounds like a no-brainer to me.” I held my hand out across the table. “Come on – about time I got you all to myself. If Anji knew you were here and I hadn’t taken advantage she’d throw me in the river – and probably from the penthouse roof, not the houseboat.”

He stood up grinning. “You going to be Caprice or Caitlin?”

I smiled at him. “The lines are starting to get blurred. You can tell me later!”

Ninety minutes later I was lying with my head on his shoulder, his hand gently stroking my hair. Moonlight was coming in through the cabin windows. I felt my bottom and winced slightly, but at last I had given up my ‘dark passage’.

At first he was so gentle, a complete antithesis to the athletic hunk I had seen in action at various parties over the last few months. He had fucked me a good few times before, often very hard indeed, but this was different – it was making love in every sense. We just seemed to flow over each other, hands and mouths in perfect harmony. I knew he could last as long as he needed to, and was quite prepared for a lovely, long, languid evening. It was when he was taking me from behind, both of us lying on our sides, I made my decision. I reached out and dug into the bedside cabinet drawer, pulling out one of Anji’s ’emergency rations.’ I slid off Adam and rolled the condom down his erection. He gave a me a look as if he was not certain what was happening. He got the idea when from the same drawer I produced a bottle of lubricant and slathered it onto his now latex covered cock. I knelt up and slid my hand between my buttocks, grunting as I wiped my hand around, sliding one finger into my anus.

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Good Morning, A really Good Morning https://aygir.org/good-morning-a-really-good-morning.html https://aygir.org/good-morning-a-really-good-morning.html#respond Wed, 27 Mar 2024 00:00:00 +0000 https://aygir.org/good-morning-a-really-good-morning.html

Double Penetration

We are both lying in bed, naked. We are still asleep from the late night of bondage that I imposed on you. You are spooning me, pushing your marked arse into my groin. Although you are not fully conscience, you can feel my cock pressing into you. Into your arse which is still tender from the last fuck we had the night before.

We do not notice the scantily clad lady come into our room. It is of course, Hayley. You have given her your key so that she might come in anytime and surprise you. She had used it this morning and was standing near the open window. The sun was coming through the lightweight curtains and a cooling refreshing breeze was billowing them out a little. She was wearing a small pair of white cut-offs with a similar cut-off style of tee shirt. She was watching us as we slept. Her mind going back to times when we all fucked in that very bed. She drifted off to those times and soon she had one hand down the front of her pants slowly stroking her pussy lips. She brought her fingers to her mouth, sucked on them and the replaced them to her pussy. This time they easily slid up and down until they found her clit. While her finger and thumb applied pressure, her other hand went up under her top to apply the same pressure to her left nipple.

You stirred and this startled Hayley. She froze and just starred at you. A big smile came across her face as she slowly climbed on to our bed and starts to caress your face and body. You slowly come awake from this attention, and a soft moan escapes from your lips. Hayley works magic and soon you are close to coming without her even touching your pussy. Antep Bayan Escort You want so much for her to go down on you. She hops up and removes her top and now damp pants. She climbs back onto you where she can access your centre of being.

Her pussy is rubbing against your leg and you reposition it for her pleasure, after all she is pleasuring you. I stir and you both stop still. You want this moment for the both of you, my turn will come latter. I open my eyes and reach over to you but you push me away and say, “Watch but no touch, not yet anyway”.

I watch how Hayley slowly slides her tongue up your snatch to where your clit is, pause and then slides back down. I can see wetness glistening in the morning sun and I am sure she tastes it as well. A hand sneaks up your body and plays with a nipple and then makes it way to your mouth. You reach up and hold her hand and slowly suck each finger in turn making sure the last finger you suck remains moist. You push her hand down to your pussy where she inserts that finger and then twists it around. I marvel at the way you continue to look into her eyes, never once being distracted. She knows how to treat you and you certainly enjoy this woman’s touch. When she holds your arse checks, you jump as the welts left from last night are still very tender. She plays with your rosebud before pushing a finger slowing against it. Gradually she works her finger in up to her second knuckle. With all of this going on you climb up to your peak and scream out as you squirt a load of pussy juice directly into Hayley’s open mouth. Your legs clamp tight onto her head and your eyes finally lose contact with Hayley’s when you shut them tight. All moment is stopped and you welcome waves of orgasmic pleasure.

I am now rock hard from watching you come. Hayley slowly slides up your body, kissing you as she comes up. You embrace her tightly as you know she did that just for your pleasure. I certainly got some pleasure watching you but this isn’t why Hayley did this for you.

You look over to me and smile. You grab my rock hard cock and then push Hayley over to it so that she can lick the tip and stroke my shaft. Your pussy juice from her mouth provides the lubrication. As Hayley does this you come up behind her and start your own explorative journey of her pussy. Your tongue glides up and down her slit, when you reach her clit, your mouth forms a small sucking pump taking her into your mouth. This added suction causes her lips and clit to swell up. You can taste her as she really starts to lick and suck my cock in earnest. You can feel her body move as she works on me, this encourages you to really go to town on her. You swivel around onto your back where you can lick her pussy and clit but now also be able to play with her arse. You run your fingers all over her tight arse and think, soon, this arse will be mine. Just as you gave me your arse last night, so shall Hayley give her arse to you. You catch as glimpse of the whips, crops and floggers left on the side table, knowing that you will use them on her soon, very soon.

You feel Goosebumps form on her backside as your fingers wander here and there. You reach up and slowly press one finger directly into her arse. You love doing this to her as this makes her really cum. You lick faster and twist your finger in her bum. Both Hayley and I are close to exploding. She finally does and as she cums, she lifts her head and mouth away from my cock before I reach that point of no return.

She calls out your name as she fully sits down on your face while experiencing a massive orgasm. This is why we have sex, you think to yourself. What fun, what pleasure, what a turn on.

You then embrace Hayley while she comes down and then reach over to me and say now it’s your turn. Both you and Hayley start to work on my cock to get it hard. This doesn’t take long and soon you are lowering yourself onto my rock hard piston. Hayley lowers herself over my face and starts to grind her pussy hard into my face. You reach over to her and embrace her. You play with her boobs while maintaining contact with her mouth. Your combined pussy juice is now becoming just a beautiful sex scent. One that will stay long after our love making and fucking is finished.

As she grinds her cunt into my face, you edge close to another orgasm. I explode just before Hayley. Our combined orgasms sends you over the edge as well. We all enjoy the tastes and smells we have created. You and Hayley roll off me, still embracing each other. I smile.

I drift back to sleep holding both of you in my arms. You watch Hayley as she finally goes to sleep and then you drift off yourself. Your final thoughts before going back to sleep are about having Hayley tied and bound as you apply some pleasure/pain to her body as I applied to your body the night before. You drift off to sleep knowing that when you awake the real sex will start.

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