• Mart 5, 2024
  • 0

Amy’s Christmas Guest Ch. 18

Tags :

Category : Genel

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Anal

“I think it’s time we got some sleep,” said Sarah.

I yawned. “Definitely. It’s been a fantastic day, but I’m worn out.”

“I think we’re all tired,” said Sarah. “But girls, just in case you had any doubts… Come to bed.”

Amy nodded, her face showing a complex mixture of emotions – relief, gratitude, hope. And love.

Sarah got up and walked towards the stairs. I went with her, and Amy and Laura followed, Laura’s sari brushing the carpet as she walked.

We went into the master bedroom, and Sarah said, “I guess you want a hand with getting out of that, Laura.”

“Hmm, definitely,” said Laura.

Sarah made sure she removed the vital safety pins, then carefully unwound the fabric from Laura until she was left in the short blouse and petticoat. Sarah folded the sari and placed it carefully on a shelf.

Laura pulled the short top off over her head and put it aside, then slipped out of the petticoat. As before, she hadn’t worn anything underneath, and I looked appreciatively at her unclothed body, admiring her petite figure and small but perfect breasts as she stood before me. I was certain Sarah and Amy were doing much the same.

“Your turn, Amy,” said Laura.

Amy pulled her long tunic over her head, then slipped the trousers off. Again I took my time looking at her fuller but still girlish figure.

She smiled. “Come on, Tim, you can’t always be last.”

I quickly undressed, and tried not to be self-conscious with three pairs of female eyes looking at me.

“My turn,” said Sarah, gracefully removing her loose tunic and trousers.

“Sarah, you look amazing,” said Amy.

Sarah smiled. “Good job Tim thinks so, too. I was a little concerned that he might forget to notice me with you two around.”

“Never,” I said. I yawned. “OK, let’s crash out.”

I pulled back the covers and picked a spot in the middle of the big bed, settling myself comfortably. Sarah joined me, pillowing her head on my chest, her hair spilling over me.

Amy and Laura completed the pattern, Amy lying next to Sarah and draping her arm over Sarah’s body so her hand rested on my stomach. Laura lay down on my other side, and I slipped my arm under her head. I pulled the covers over us and turned out the light.

“I’ll probably get up pretty early, to go into work and talk with my boss,” I said, “but I’ll try not to disturb you. Have a lie-in, and I should be back in time to make you a late breakfast.”

“Sounds perfect,” said Amy, her voice sleepy.

***

I woke early, as I’d expected, and carefully managed to untangle myself without waking anyone. I looked back at them as I went out through the bedroom door; the girls had snuggled closer to Sarah to fill the gap I’d left, and I decided that she looked very like a mother cat with her kittens. A sudden swell of emotion hit me, and I thanked whatever God there might be, for what I’d bursa otele gelen eskort been given, however short or long a time it might last.

I put on my suit for the first time in days, the clothes feeling strange. Then I got into the car and drove towards the office. It was still very early, and the car park was practically empty when I arrived, though I noticed with relief that my boss’s car was already there. I didn’t want to wait till everyone else was in the office; I didn’t feel prepared for the inevitable sympathy. Or perhaps worse, the friends and colleagues who would want to show sympathy but wouldn’t really know how, and would feel awkward and perhaps a little guilty that they couldn’t seem to find the words they wanted to say.

I used my security pass to open the outside door, and climbed the stairs to the top floor. I walked across the open-plan space to my boss’s office. She saw me approaching through the glass wall of the office, and quickly got up from behind her desk to meet me as I opened the door.

“Tim!” she said, surprise in her voice. “We weren’t expecting you for another week. How are you doing?”

“OK, thanks, Jo,” I said. “Actually, I have some surprising news for you, and also something I need to discuss.”

“Please, Tim, sit down,” she said, indicating the sofa in the meeting area at one side of her office. I sat, and she sat next to me, turning to face me.

“Go ahead,” she said.

“Well,” I began, “this will probably seem very sudden to you, but…” I started to explain about Sarah. “It was so good of her to come over for the funeral, and she offered to help me sort things out in the house, and the girls like her, and…”

I felt tears running down my cheeks. Jo put an arm round my shoulders.

“Well,” she said philosophically, “none of us are as young as we used to be. If a chance of happiness comes along again so soon, take hold of it with both hands.”

I blinked away my tears. “I’m glad you understand.”

“So what else did you need to talk about?” she asked.

“Well, Sarah has lived in India for several years, and she’s really fallen in love with the place. I’d like to take the whole family over there, start again.”

Jo was silent for several moments. Then she said decisively, “Tim, you’ve been a real asset to this company for the years you’ve been here. You took a big risk on the business’s future when you bought into the profit-sharing scheme, and that counts for a lot – it could have gone either way. I don’t want to lose you completely, but it’d be hypocritical of me, after what I just said, to try and persuade you to change your mind.”

She paused, then went on, “You know we have an office in Kolkata. If you’d be prepared to work for us on a consultancy basis, and get into the office reasonably often when we needed you, I think we could work bursa eve gelen escort bayan something out.”

She thought for a while, then said, “The only issue I can see is that it might not be so easy for you to travel, depending on where exactly you move. The roads aren’t great, it can take forever to get anywhere.”

She rested her chin in her hands, considering the problem.

I couldn’t repress a gentle laugh. “I didn’t tell you what Sarah’s work is, did I?”

She shook her head.

“She’s a pilot – she flies our senior people round India. I think we could – what was it you said? – work something out.”

Jo began to chuckle too. “I think we have a deal, Tim. And – congratulations.” She leaned across, and my eyes widened as she placed a warm kiss firmly on my lips.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for ages,” she said. “Now, don’t worry about a thing – I’ll write this up, and present it to the Board with my firm recommendation.”

“I really appreciate this, Jo,” I said, slightly dazed, still feeling the touch of her lips against mine. “And any time you feel like a break, we would love to have you to stay with us in India, and give you a holiday you’d never forget.”

“I’ll definitely take you up on that,” she said. “Give my regards to Sarah and the girls.”

I walked down the stairs, feeling as though my feet were barely touching the ground. I got into the car, and pulled out of the car park, realising that I might never need to come into this office again.

I stopped off at the supermarket on the way home, and bought treats for Sarah and the girls – breakfast pastries, coffee, fresh fruit, and more salad and cold stuff. I picked up some more wine, and on impulse a large bottle of champagne.

I drove the rest of the way home, parked the car, and unpacked the shopping. I made coffee, warmed the pastries, and carried a laden tray up to the bedroom.

The room was still dark, and I switched on one of the bedside lamps so as not to make the light suddenly uncomfortably bright. “Breakfast time, sleeping beauties.”

Sarah stirred first, sitting up. The covers slipped from her, and despite her obvious sleepiness and her mussed hair, I felt the same thrill as always on seeing her unclothed.

“Mmm,” she said, “you didn’t take long. How did it go?”

“Unbelievable,” I said. I explained Jo’s offer.

Sarah blinked. “That’s fantastic news.”

“Absolutely. I think we can start to make serious plans.”

Laura and Amy, still curled up against one another, stirred, and Amy opened her eyes.

“Come on, sleepy-heads,” I teased, “breakfast’s ready.”

The two girls sat up sleepily, and accepted the mugs of coffee I offered.

“What’s it like outside?” asked Laura.

“Lovely,” I said. “Perfect weather for a picnic, and I brought everything we’ll need. And bayan eskort bursa a surprise, too.”

“Sounds great,” said Amy. “Mind if Laura and I shower first?”

“Go ahead,” I grinned.

The two girls disappeared into the en-suite, and I could hear them giggling as they washed.

“Well, they sound like they’re waking up a bit,” I said. “How about you?”

“Try me,” Sarah said, and I glanced up to see the inviting smile on her face.

She took hold of my tie and pulled gently, bringing my lips against hers. “You won’t be needing your suit on any more today, will you.”

I grinned. “No fear – or ever, if I can help it.”

I removed my jacket, then slipped quickly out of my trousers. Sarah looked at me meaningfully, and I took off my Y-fronts and dropped them on the floor.

Sarah stood in front of me, the proximity of her naked body arousing me even further, and undid the buttons of my shirt, pushing it off my shoulders. Then she sank to her knees and took my already-hard penis between her hands, bending her head to kiss the tip and use her tongue on it. I stroked her hair, then put my hand behind her head as she took more of me into her mouth.

“Mm,” I said, “that’s good. But do you want to take me all the way like this?”

She didn’t pause to answer, instead swirling her tongue more insistently on me. I groaned, and she began to use her hands on my shaft while continuing to move her lips and tongue on me. I climaxed suddenly, and spurted once, twice, filling her mouth with warm fluid. She smiled against me, and swallowed deliberately, using her tongue and lips to ensure that she got every drop.

She slowly released me, and straightened, putting her arms around me and pulling our bodies together.

“Now,” she said, “why don’t you eat something too?”

She indicated the bed, and I lay down, resting my head on the pillow. She straddled me, so that her already-wet entrance was against my mouth. I began to tongue her, and lifted my hands to touch her breasts and nipples. She responded, flexing against me. Then she leaned back a little way, stretching her hands behind her, and started to touch my nipples.

I gasped, and paused in my attentions to her. “Do you think I could be ready again?”

She smiled. “Worth a try. Now, you were in the middle of something?”

I started to tongue her again, and my mouth and hands on her seemed to be connected to her touch on my nipples. Gradually I felt her building towards her own climax, and suddenly she took her hands from my chest and pressed my fingers hard against her nipples, gasping as her orgasm shook her and I continued to use my tongue on her until she was entirely spent.

She shifted position and lay down, her body partly across mine.

“Don’t go to sleep,” I teased. She nodded, her eyes closed, her hair draped across my chest.

Just then the girls came back in, hair wet, wrapped in bath robes.

“Hmm, seems like we missed out,” said Amy, amusement in her voice.

“Well,” I said, “Sarah was doing her best to get me ready to try again, but I seem to have temporarily worn her out.”

Amy gave a mischievous look. “Maybe in a little while,” she said. “I’m sure we can make an opportunity while we’re on our picnic.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Chore Bitch Pt. 02

Tags :

Category : Genel

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

Quick note: This story includes CMNM, humiliation, domination, submission, and objectification. But it doesn’t have any oral or anal sex – – – If you’re looking for oral/anal, then this may not be the story for you.

Late in the afternoon, I got dressed as instructed — in a jock strap, tight jeans, plain white t-shirt and boots. The jeans were super tight and accentuated my ass, crotch and thighs. And the white t-shirt was a size too small, which really showed off my pecs, biceps and trim waist. While I’m 5’3″ tall and about 125 pounds, I have the build of a gymnast or wrestler. So tight clothes make my chest, arms, ass and legs look even bigger.

I also packed my backpack with the items Sir had commanded: a small bottle of Jack Daniels, some twine, icy hot and a snickers bar. Even though he hadn’t demanded it, I threw my favorite cloth blindfold and a ball gag in my bag, too.

I looked at myself in the mirror just before leaving my apartment and realized that I looked like a fuck slut on his way to a hook up. It was that obvious to me — and to anyone else who might be paying attention. But thankfully I was riding the NYC subway to get to Sir’s house – – – and no outlandish or slutty outfit stands out on the subway.

It was about an hour-long subway ride from Brooklyn, which gave me plenty of time to wonder what was about to happen to me. As I thought about what lay in store for me, I felt the usual trepidation but also excitement in my throat and my dick I was hoping for some hot hazing with the icy hot and Jack Daniels but also wondered how Sir would be using the Snickers bar. Would he dangle it on the twine and make me chase after it like a pet? Would it get pushed up my ass? I also quizzed myself on each of the numbered positions they expected I would know.

The train arrived at Sir’s stop in Harlem ahead of schedule. So I leisurely walked to his block and sat on the curb like an obedient chore bitch until 6:29 PM when I could ring the bell to his apartment.

He buzzed me into the building without a word, and I walked to his apartment door – – – which he had left ajar. I knocked and quietly stepped inside with my backpack in my left hand as instructed. I immediately placed the bag in the corner and dropped to my knees, head down. I felt pretty good about following Sir’s directions.

I stayed kneeling with my head down for a few minutes, and eventually heard and saw Sir’s feet walk toward me.

“You put your bag in the wrong corner, boy. You’re not off to a good start.”

I apologized profusely and kissed his feet. At this point my goal was to not get sent home horny, but he chuckled and told me to follow him. I stood up and respectfully followed him into the living room, where he joined his husband who was already seated on the couch.

“Kneel”

I dropped to my knees in front of the couch, head bent down and hands behind my back. After a brief discussion about boundaries and an admonition that they were willing to send me home early if I wasn’t an obedient bitch, they started to quiz me on the five positions:

“Two”

I got on my hand and knees, arched my back, forced my ass up and looked straight forward.

“Three”

I squatted facing the couch, hands behind my head. Sir stared straight into my eyes, and this was the first good opportunity I had to check out Sir and his husband. Even though he was seated, I could tell that Sir was tall, skinny as a rail, with reddish-brown hair. His husband was a bit older, chubbier but still had a cute face. Sir kept me squatting for several minutes, which was an endurance test I could pass with flying colors. He smirked and said, “You seem to know these numbered bursa otele gelen escort poses well.”

Grinning back at him, I said, “It’s not that hard to remember 5 positions!” He stood up, with his crotch right in my face. I breathed through his jeans and enjoyed the faint smell of his cock and balls.

“Five”

I immediately moved into plank position, while both of them walked around me and talked about me like I wasn’t there. “You may have found a good slave,” Sir’s husband remarked.

“Four”

My mind went blank. Oh shit — I couldn’t remember the fourth position. One of them started slapping me on the ass — hard enough that it hurt through my jeans. “Aaaagghhh, please, Sir. I will remember it in just a second.”

“Four”

I tried to gather my thoughts and recall the fourth position, when one of them again started beating my butt hard. This flustered me pretty bad — making it even harder to remember the position.

“Four”

I suddenly remembered the position — stood up, spread my legs and put my hands on my hips like Superman. They both started to laugh, and Sir’s husband said “You shouldn’t be posing like Wonder Woman. Your hands go behind your butt.”

Correcting my posture, Sir stepped in front of me while his husband stepped behind me. They closed the distance, and, because I am a foot shorter than Sir, my nose was less than an inch from Sir’s sternum.

“Let’s strip you off,” Sir said as they each gripped my shirt and pulled it over my head. Sir whispered “Nice,” as they ran their hands over my chest, nipples and six pack abs. Of course, my cock was now straining against my tight jeans.

Sir’s partner exclaimed “Time for the reveal,” as he reached around and unbuttoned my jeans. They pulled the jeans down to my ankles, and Sir’s husband left the room. Sir smiled broadly, as I stood silently in just my jockstrap and pants around my ankles. With my head still down, I could see that his boner was rock hard and pushing against his jeans. Finally, his husband returned with a one-dollar bill and handed it to Sir right in front of my face.

Sir explained, “I thought that you would be in a plain white jock, and my husband thought you had better taste than that. So, we placed a $1 wager, and I won because you are a trashy whore.”

Knowing that they had a friendly bet about my jock strap was surprisingly humiliating. I stood there with a beet red face and my dick tenting the jock strap, feeling reduced to a piece of meat – – – and loved it.

Now let’s cut to the good stuff: Here are some of my favorite vignettes from the evening:

* * * * * Cleaning the Bathroom * * * * *

Sir told me to get the cleaning supplies out of the closet and clean their bathroom — giving me 30 minutes to complete the first task. Still wearing only my jock, I started by scrubbing the toilet, moved to the medicine cabinet, and then started on the sink and tub. At some point, I walked back to Sir and his husband in the living room and asked for a broom and dustpan.

“Sure — we can help you with that — but it’ll cost you several minutes in five.” I stood there in my jockstrap not sure what he meant until he said, “POSITION 5 — NOW”. I immediately dropped into plank position — completely prone on the floor resting on my toes and forearms. Sir stood on my hands while asking his husband to put the broom in the bathroom. Sir reminded me, “This is time you’re wasting because the clock hasn’t stopped.”

After several minutes in a plank position, my abs started to burn and my legs, ass and torso were shaking. Eventually, Sir let me get up and told me to get back to cleaning bursa eve gelen eskort their bathroom.

I was cleaning for only a few minutes when they both walked in and announced, “Time’s up! Let’s inspect your work.” Sir bent me over the bathroom sink, pushed my face and cheek against the mirror and started dry humping me. In the background, I could hear his husband comment on my work.

“The faucet in the tub is still dirty — look, I can scratch a frowning face in the soap scum!”

“Look at the hair in the drain”

“The tub needs to be scrubbed better”

“He just swizzled the toilet but didn’t clean under the rim”

When his husband was ready to inspect the bathroom sink, Sir dragged me across the bathroom and pushed me against the opposite wall while continuing to dry hump me. I was overwhelmed by getting manhandled against the wall, dry humped and trying to pay attention to the additional work I needed to complete. My head was spinning. I was breathing heavy while feeling Sir’s dick humping me through his jeans, and my dick was leaking into its jockstrap.

When the inspection of my work stopped, Sir commanded me to turn around. “Tell me what you need to clean again!” he demanded.

The power differential was obvious. Sir was fully clothed and a foot taller than me, I was standing at attention in my jockstrap but breathless, with my nose once again inches from the center of his chest. Despite my best effort to remember, I failed to recite the list of things that still had to be cleaned.

Sir reminded me of what I failed to clean properly and made me repeat each item after him. He spoke slowly and made me repeat each back slowly – – – like I was a dumb jock who otherwise wouldn’t remember. I stood there nearly naked on humiliating display and in an obviously inferior, submissive and subservient role.

“Go get one of your boots, boy. You’ll finish cleaning the bathroom with it tied to your balls.” After I fetched a heavy boot from near the front door, he secured it tightly to my balls with the boot lace. It not only pulled my balls down several inches but also caused my completely hard dick to pop out of the jock and painfully point to the floor, too.

Sir turned as he was leaving the bathroom and said, “Oh yeah — don’t forget to clean the smudge your face left on the mirror and lick up any precum that leaks on the floor.” He laughed and walked out.

* * * * * Cleaning the Bedroom * * * * *

I was given 20 minutes to clean the bedroom and hallway to the bedroom, which included a lot of vacuuming. I wasn’t even close to done with the baseboards when the 20 minutes were up, and Sir walked in and told me to kneel in front of the bed. He sat on the bed and started to list the things that weren’t yet cleaned — bedroom window, half the baseboards, dusting, vacuuming under furniture, etc — and asked me what excuse I could give.

He was looking down at me, while I kneeled staring at his crotch — I really wanted his dick in my mouth! He had still not shown me his dick, despite the fact that he’d seen every inch of my body at this point. Knowing that he wanted me to accept responsibility, I apologized profusely for not meeting his expectations and told him that I had mismanaged my time. I begged him for another ten minutes to finish cleaning.

“Before you get back to cleaning my bedroom, let’s weigh you!” he said. “You told me that you were 125 pounds, and I want to verify that’s accurate.” He had me stand on the scale, and, when it indicated that I actually weighed 123 pounds, he threw me on my back on the bed, picked up my ankles and dry humped me again. There’s bayan escort bursa only one position that I like getting fucked in – – – and this is it. My dick went rock hard and oozed precum as it stuck out from the top of my jock’s waistband.

He eventually laughed, “You like that too much, bitch. Now get back to work.” And walked out the door.

* * * * * Starving and Eating Like a Dog * * * * *

Before I share this vignette from the evening, I need to explain the following: I am a genuine switch and equally enjoy the sub and dom roles. For this reason, I usually have a small stable of subs that I am using and had been experimenting with food deprivation among my subs. They would often be ordered to not eat on the day they were supposed to serve me. It was interesting how each sub reacted differently: it made some more submissive, some more aggressive, and actually broke one sub – – – he ended up crying when I ate a bowl of ice cream in front of him.

Because I was interested to see how food deprivation would change me, I hadn’t eaten all day and made sure that Sir and his husband knew this. After cleaning their bedroom, Sir blindfolded me, ordered me on my knees in front of his chair and started to smear bacon on my face. It smelled fucking delicious. Then he said, “Pant if you want some bacon, doggie.”

Now I’ve never been into pup play, but I was hungry as fuck and eager for some bacon. I stuck my tongue out and panted like my life depended on it. I heard him tell his husband, “Wow! He’s like our old dog Casey!”.

He then made me do some tricks wearing only my jock: I sat up and begged, rolled over, and even responded to the command “shake” the way a dog would. Eventually, he balanced a small piece of bacon on my nose and told me to pant and hold it there. My cock was straining in the white jock strap, but all I could think about was the delicious bacon.

Then he put it on my tongue and said, “Hold it. Hold it. Hold it. Keeping holding it and keep panting. Don’t you dare eat it bitch” I sat there on my knees for at least two minutes with a piece of bacon on my panting tongue just hoping he’d finally let me eat it. Eventually he said, “Okay boy, you can eat it.” And I swallowed the bacon.

He told me to “Thank me for your dinner,” and I started kissing his feet and thanking him with all my heart for the small piece of bacon.

Guess food deprivation turns me into a groveling bitch!

* * * * * On Display * * * * *

They ended the night with me displayed on all fours on the coffee table. I was in this position for about an hour, while they watched TV; made me blow the snickers bar I brought (but I wasn’t allowed to eat it); put ice cubes on my back and in my jock and let it melt naturally; and played with every erogenous zone on my body. At one point, Sir started to lick my ear, and I responded by gently licking and kissing his neck.

He immediately stood up and slapped me hard: “Your body is for me to play with. I never said you could touch me you stupid bitch.”

That’s pretty much how the night went – – – it was entirely one-sided. They were clothed all night long, and I was in a jock strap. I wasn’t allowed to touch myself, and they never touched my dick. All night long, I wanted to suck their dicks but they wouldn’t let me. They made it pretty clear that I was just an object, a play thing and a servant – – – and that they had very little use for me otherwise.

Of course, they sent me home without cumming. When I finally got back to my apartment after an hour-long subway ride back home, I texted to ask permission to cum, and it was granted. To say the last, I jerked out a huge load thinking about my humiliations from the night.

* * * * * Did we hook up again? * * * * *

It was a hot time for me.

Unfortunately, my performance as a sub didn’t warrant a repeat performance. I reached out to them several times but was never allowed to serve them again.

Perhaps one day I’ll find another hot guy or couple that will use me in this way.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

  • Mart 4, 2024
  • 0

Cock Cravings Ch. 02

Tags :

Category : Genel

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Bbw

True stories of a BiWM who acts on his craving from time to time. Not in any particular order really, just recounting some of the more memorable encounters and hope you enjoy reading about them.

*****

Ever since meeting the subject of the last story, BigDickDad, my lust for cock had become insatiable. I think back on that meeting with him and know that something in me had forever changed. No longer did I have the occasional thought about sucking a cock or maybe taking it in the ass. Cock, and the thought of serving powerful men was, and continues to be, on my mind most of the time. The memories of that day, how I became such a hungry slut, moaning like some whore and begging to be fucked, puts me into a constant state of arousal.

As the months went by, my cravings remained and I satisfied them from time to time by finding guys online who who wanted head. I would meet them or have them over and worship their cocks until they filled my mouth or covered my face with their cum. This would satisfy my hunger and sometimes weeks or months would pass before I would feel the need to suck another.

During this time, I also met another girlfriend (yes, I’m totally Bi) who has no idea that I love pleasing men. As you can imagine, this limited my availability to hook up with guys as I couldn’t have them over whenever the urge for sucking a cock came. It also limited the time I could spend getting nice and clean so I could be pounded again. I was usually content to suck an occasional cock and swallow cum, but I always wanted more. Usually time constraints, or the lack of that nasty chemistry prevented anything more. That was until I met Paul.

I met Paul online, I had placed an add that stated that I was looking for a big cock to suck and fuck, that I liked it nasty and was a submissive bottom. I was very specific in what I was looking for and requested pictures before I would agree to meet. I had learned that for me to be turned on, I had to be attracted to the cock that was going into my mouth or ass. On a few occasions, the guy I was blowing didn’t quite do it for me, but I would always finish and take his load.

Paul responded to my ad, provided his stats and said he was a hung top. He lived fairly close and said he was looking for a regular thing. When I asked for a picture of his cock, he refused and said it was a thick eight inches, cut, and I would love it. No picture is usually a deal breaker for me. We emailed back and forth and when I told him how I love to bitch out and please, his responses indicated he was the take charge type, so we agreed to meet soon. I told him to email me on Tuesday as I had that day off and the girlfriend would be working and wouldn’t be “popping in” unexpectedly.

I was working out in my garage that afternoon when my phone buzzed and I saw an email from Paul. It simply said “You want my cock bitch”. Instantly my cock started to get hard and my mouth began to water thinking about the big cock he described. The problem was that I didn’t have too much time to have him over. Certainly not enough time to get cleaned up for a good fucking so I proposed he come over and I would give him an head out in the garage and if we clicked, we would plan a longer meeting in the future.

He quickly agreed and I gave him my address and told him to just walk up the driveway to my detached garage. It was warm out and I was hanging around outside waiting to see him pull up. It wasn’t too long and a car came down the street and rolled to a stop and parked on the street. I could tell it was him as he got out and headed towards me.

My pulse quickened like it does every time I meet with a person I’m about to drop to my knees in front of. He was about five ten, thin and fit wearing tight fitting skinny jeans and a t-shirt. He wasn’t bad looking either but had a serious look about him. I introduced myself and we shook hands, mostly for show in case a neighbor was watching, then he followed my through the side door and into the garage.

I closed and locked the door and then moved to the middle of the garage next to my car. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I stepped closer to him and moved my hand to his thigh. I had seen the slight bulge in his pants when he walked up and now I moved fingers up his thigh until I felt his cock through his jeans. My hand moved over the bulge and I could tell that he had told the truth about the size of his cock.

Knowing that I was about to explore this strangers cock out in my garage made my own cock start to grow as I was filled with the familiar hunger and anticipation. I continued to stroke the growing bulge through his jeans as I dropped to my knees to get a closer look.

His cock was bulging across his jeans now as I leaned forward and put my mouth on the bulge and blew my hot breath into his jeans. I kept my mouth moving over his cock as I moved my hands up to un button his pants. Unzipping him my hands pulled apart his fly and slowly pulled his jeans nilüfer escort down to his knees exposing his tight, black briefs that now covered his cock.

I could see the glorious outline clearly now and could even make out the head through the thin fabric. I rubbed my face over the bulge and moved my hands over his thighs as the lust for his cock grew inside me. He pulled his shirt off and dropped it to the floor as my fingertips pulled at the waist band of his briefs.

I was overwhelmed with the anticipation of of seeing his cock, it was like unwrapping the best present on xmass day and I found my mouth watering. I looked up to see him watching my every move and it was clear he saw the lust in my eyes. I looked back to his bulge and pulled the briefs over his cock and watched in awe as it sprang free and pointed right at my face.

It was gorgeous! A perfect porn star cock that was easily eight inches long and at least six inches in diameter. The veiny shaft looked silky smooth, thick, from his tight balls all the way up to the perfectly formed, fat, shiny mushroom head.

“Holy fuck your cock is awesome,” I gasped, looking up at him.

“I told you you would love it,” he said smiling.

I knelt a little lower at the magnificent tool in front of me while looking into his eyes and moved my smooth shaven face over the underside of his cock. The smell was intoxicating, the musk from his balls and shaft filled my nostrils as I felt the warmth of his smooth cock on my face. I explored him like this for a moment, taking in the sensations while feeling my cock throb in my pants.

I opened my mouth and began to gently lick his balls. Kissing them, sucking them into my mouth as his harding shaft loomed over my face. His cock head was like a magnet pulling my mouth upward as I licked and kissed my way up the shaft. He tasted delicious and before long my tongue was tracing the head of his cock, lips kissing and sucking his cock head until it was glistening.

I was about to wrap my lips around his cock when he pushed my head away and hand held it for a second. He proceeded to kick off his shoes, and remove his pants and briefs so I reached over and helped. He reached down and pulled my shirt over my head then slid his hand down the back of my pants. His fingers soon found my ass and he groped it and pushed a finger tip at my tight hole.

“Take off your pants.” he commanded.

I stood and shyly removed my pants revealing my now throbbing six inches, dripping with pre cum. I became nervous. I had planned on giving a quick bj in the garage, clothes on, in case the need arouse to not look like I was sucking cock in the garage. I had some lame excuse in the back of my head if the girlfriend or neighbor came over. Now I felt completely exposed standing naked in front of another naked man.

He said,”Get back on your knees and get to work.”

With one look down at his big cock, all the thoughts of being discovered evaporated as I dropped to my knees between his legs. I parted my lips to take his cock head into my mouth and licked the first drop of pre cum from the tip. The silky taste was delicious and with that, only one thing occupied my mind… serving his cock.

He moaned as my lips stretched over the head of his cock and my tongue, swirled around the tip. It was a decadent mouthful as I sucked on his cock head and inched my lips down the shaft. I was fully into my happy place now and enjoying his cock to the fullest. I had to open my mouth wide to take him in and felt his head pushing past my tonsils and into my throat. I knew it would be a challenge not to gag as it went deeper so I concentrated on my breathing and relaxed as much as possible.

I moved my hungrily sucking mouth up and down his shaft taking him deeper and deeper. Maybe a little gag here or there before licking my way down the shaft and sucking his balls into my mouth. With each trip down the shaft to his balls and back up to suck the head into my mouth, my lust for his cock overcame every thought in my head.

Nothing existed except his glorious meat in my mouth, not room for a single thought other then his hard cock. I was becoming cock drunk and he was enjoying it. I would look up and take his wet cock, and smear it all over my face before taking deeper into my throat. With every trip into my throat, it would come out covered with my throat slime, hanging off my lips and his cock and dripping down my chin.

He grabbed my head with his left hand and pulled my mouth off his cock the gripped the base of his shaft with his right, strings of spit hanging.

“You like this cock don’t you bitch?”

“I fucking love your cock.” I gasped like a starving whore.

“You’re a good cocksucker, you want some more?” he asked.

“Yes sir, please feed me your big cock!” I begged.

He took his cock and slapped my face with it. Strings of saliva flew as he smacked my face with his tool. he was görükle escort rock hard and I could feel every hard smack as he pounded my forehead, cheeks, nose and lips with his cock. With his hands holding my head and his cock, he commanded;

“Open wide.”

I opened my mouth and he shoved my head down on his cock. He didn’t stop then he felt the resistance of my throat but pushed harder, shoving every inch of his cock into my throat until his balls were on my chin. I tried to relax and open up but struggled and chocked on his cock. He withdrew and let me catch my breath before shoving it in again. Holding his cock in my throat with one hand, he reached down with the other and smacked my ass. I groaned on his cock with pleasure then he pushed his finger into my ass.

“Thats a tight hole you have there, I’m gonna own that too.” he said as he pulled his cock from my mouth.

Gasping I said “Yes sir, it’s all yours.”

“Oh it will be, don’t you worry about that. Now SUCK.”

I did as he commanded, sucking and taking his cock down my throat, licking the strings of spit from it while looking up at him in full submission. I spread my knees and arched my back, exposing my smooth, tight ass for his viewing pleasure while pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. I would take him deep and feel his cock throb, then be rewarded with his silky pre cum as my tongue got to his piss slit. Savoring the taste I would swirl my tongue around the tip before opening up and taking the shaft again.

Noting existed except his huge cock and the burning desire I had to please him and show him I deserved to be his cocksucker. I continued to take his cock deep into my mouth and throat with wanton desire and stumbled onto a technique that has served me well since and pleased many. I noticed that I would tense up as his cock would begin to push into my throat, I would tighten up and then usually gag or cough at the suffocating intrusion. His hands were on my head as he pushed his cock into my mouth and as I felt the head of his cock moving past my tonsils, I inhaled through my nose and relaxed… I just opened my throat and let him push it in. His cock pushed deeper as the shaft slid past my stretched lips until his balls were pressed tightly to my chin and my nose buried in his pubes. I could feel the pressure of his cock inside my tight throat, but continued to relax and not panic while feeling proud of taking him so deep.

I gasped for air as he pulled his cock from my mouth, strings of my spit hanging from his shaft.

“Seems like your getting the hang of deep throating my cock aren’t you?”

“Yes sir” I replied “I love having your cock in my throat, I’ve never taken one so deep without gagging!”

“That’s good slut, my cock is going to be in there a lot if your gonna be my bitch.”

“I love worshiping your gorgeous cock, it’s so perfect.”

I went back to work on his cock, licking around the head and kissing the shaft. examining every inch and each veiny bulge trying to memorize everything about it. He stood looking down as I worshiped his cock, his hands on his hips. I put my hands behind my back and used only my mouth. Practicing my new skill, I would lean forward onto his cock as it would press into my throat, every inch devoured, and then hold it there for a moment before pulling back until the head would slip past my clinging lips with a pop. Back and forth my mouth moved over his cock as I looked up at him in submission, a cocksucker… HIS cocksucker.

With strings of spit hanging from my chin, he grabbed the back of my head with his left hand and put his right hand under my chin around my throat. He started fucking my mouth while holding my head still. I opened wide in submission as he pummeled my mouth, his thick cock and my face covered with spit and he fucked my face. My mouth was gaping and making wet, sucking sounds like a hungry cock whore as he pounded away.

“Gag on my cock slut, you ready for your reward?”

I tried to reply but the words were unintelligible. He then shoved it in balls deep and held it there while he stroked my throat with his right hand, massaging his cock through my throat before going back to fucking my face. This continued for a few minuets and I could tell he was getting close to cumming, he was oozing more tasty pre cum and his balls were tightening up as his breathing increased. He pulled his wet cock from my mouth stroked it with his right hand while pushing my head lower.

“You ready for my load?” he asked.

I pleaded, “Please feed me your cum!”

“Get down lower and open your mouth and put out your tongue.”

I did as he commanded and spread my knees further while sitting on the floor at his feet, looking up with my hungry mouth open and my tongue out, ready to take his cum.

“That’s a good cocksucker” he said, “You ready?”

“Mmmmmm yes, cum for me, I want every drop.”

He breathing quickened as he stroked bursa escort his cock right in front of my face. The head of his cock would bounce off my tongue as his fist moved up and down the shaft. I knew it was coming when I felt his legs tighten and he went onto his tip toes. His hand gripped the base of his swollen, angry, throbbing cock and he aimed at my waiting mouth and I looked up at him in submission. It seemed like the moment lasted forever, waiting for the explosion about to come. I wondered what his cum was going to be like, thick and creamy, or less viscous and thinner. Shooting hard or oozing out? Big loads or just a squirt or two?

I didn’t have to wait long, with perfect aim and a big groan, he shot a big thick stream right onto my tongue. It blasted out and splattered onto my tongue as I tipped my face upward to catch it all. Then another stream followed, and another as he unloaded his balls into my mouth. His cum was thick and creamy and was shooting into my mouth with a few streams hitting my upper lip and nose. It smelled so good and tasted even better as he filled my mouth with his jizz.

Once his cock stopped shooting, he used the tip to push the cum on my nose and lip into my mouth. I sucked the last drop from the tip of his cock and sat there looking up and his still hard cock with a mouthful of hot cum.

Looking up I opened my mouth showing him the huge load he had just blown. It really was a mouthful and it was hard to keep it all as I swirled my tongue around my mouth reveling in the taste of his salty load.

“You like my cum don’t you?”

“Ummm humm” I mumbled.

“Good, now swallow it all.”

I closed my mouth and gulped his cum down my throat as he looked down with approval. It tasted so good and was so creamy, I loved the flavor that lingered in my mouth and I still couldn’t get enough of his cock. I took it back into my mouth but he was over sensitive and took it away from me and said it was too intense right now.

My cock was rock hard and I had been dripping my own pre cum everywhere but I didn’t want to cum. I wanted to feel that desire and not release it so when he asked if I wanted to get off I said no thanks. We started getting dressed and I asked if he was happy with the way it went.

He replied “Hell yeah, loved fucking your throat but next time, I’m gonna fuck your tight ass.”

“I can’t wait to feel you in my ass, I love your big dick.”

We were dressed at this point and had that awkward moment when you don’t know whether to shake hands or hug or whatever… it always kind of makes me laugh as I had just taken cock and cum down my throat but don’t know how to say goodby. We shook hands and said we would keep in touch. He then walked out of the garage and down the driveway and I went back outside to do some yard work, still savoring the taste of his cum in my mouth and the scent of his cock on my face.

A few weeks came and went. We had tried meeting up again but our schedules didn’t match up. All I kept thinking about was his cock. I had an image of it burned into my mind, how much I enjoyed pleasing it, making him hard, taking his cum… it’s all I could do not to jack off to the thought of it every time it crossed my mind.

We emailed back and forth and got to know each others turn ons. I told him how I loved his big cock and liked guys who were verbal. I also told him how I liked to submit and be used hard, be spanked and get nasty and kinky. It turned him on to hear this and he would tell me how he was going to “Eat my pussy ass” and “Make me beg to be fucked”.

Ever since that last encounter with BigDickDad, I had been fantasizing about how I had become so crazed for cock, that I took him from my ass to mouth and couldn’t get enough. It felt so hot to be so submissive, so hungry, so willing to be used like a cheap slut and that I couldn’t get enough. These thoughts were racing through my mind now and I told Paul that next time we met, I wanted him to make me taste my ass. Needless to say he was very receptive to the idea and told me he was going to make me lick and suck him clean. It was starting to sound like we had great chemistry and I was looking forward to our next meeting.

I had a free day and the house to myself when my phone buzzed with an email from Paul. “Are you free slut?” Is all it said. Yes I responded, saying I could be ready in a hour or so. I wanted to get my ass nice and clean for a serious fucking and needed some time to do it, already my cock was growing hard with anticipation. He informed me that he didn’t have too much time and could only come over right away. I told him I didn’t have time to get cleaned up but we could do another quick blow job. He agreed to that and said he would be oven in ten minuets.

Before long I saw him parking across the street and walking up to the front door. I opened it before he could knock and said hello as he walked in the door. I had closed the blinds in the front room and bedroom so the neighbors wouldn’t be able to see anything if they looked. I shut the door behind him and reached down to feel his cock through his pants. I could feel the heat through the fabric and a slight wet spot off to the side that told me he was anticipating our meeting as much as I was.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Earth, Wind and Fire Ch. 02

Tags :

Category : Genel

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Asian

There are times I wish I was as confident as Alice. I watch the way she acts when she is naked, and it fills me with longing. A longing that one day I hope to have that much confidence in my own nudity.

Alice has been helping, when we first began chatting I was a shy creature, but I guess she saw something in me that I hadn’t. Slowly she began to peel away the layers of insecurity that I had surrounded myself with and I found myself getting more and more adventurous.

I suppose my fantasy really began when Alice sent me some links to a website selling fetish leather garments. There was one image that burned in to my mind. A pretty girl wearing a leather slave harness, all black straps, steel rings and studs. It looked uncomfortable as hell, but at the same time very erotic. I had a good idea back then that I would end up buying it. The thought of being forced to dress in it with everything I normally hid on show, filled me with excitement and lust.

It may sound odd, but I shared a lot with Alice before we even met, we had started emailing because of a mutual friend and formed a bond over many different things. Of course, when the chat got down to sexual fantasies things blossomed. Then of course she pitched up out of the blue at a Pride event in my local town, and things started to get a little more serious. I mean, my town isn’t large, and I don’t think they were ready for the leather clad, vivacious monster that Alice is, riding in to town on a massive chrome Harley Davidson. While everyone was sat on the green, eating sandwiches, she was strutting around in a tiny leather bikini, thigh length boots and tattoos.

If nothing else, it did my street credibility the world of good.

Things stepped up another gear the following year when she arrived with Diana in tow. You have never seen such an odd couple. Alice tall, platinum blonde hair, long on one side shaven on the other, Diana short, conservative shoulder length auburn hair, geeky glasses and so slim a good gust of wind would have blown her away. She reminded me of the skinny Thelma out of Scooby-Do. It was only when I got to talk to Diana, I realised that behind the black rimmed glasses burned a sharp intelligence and a passion for some serious kink.

Things sort of took off from there. We met up as often as our lives would allow, enjoying each other’s company and indulging in elements of our fun sides.

There was of course that one evening we had a group chat online. It was Diana’s idea that when we couldn’t be together, we could stay in touch via chat rooms. I think she calls it Discuss or something. One slightly tipsy evening, the subject of our ultimate fantasies came up. Alice started off by saying she would like to be nude while she had Diana and me over for dinner. Which I thought was a little tame for her, but I have learned to take nothing for granted when it comes to Alice. Diana stunned me totally. Her fantasy to be locked in chastity gear and tormented, but not allowed to climax was far more adventurous than I thought she would be. Then it come down to me. The thing is I was a little more drunk than I thought, so I started to type out my fantasy of being forced to wear the leather harness. It was only when I realised what I was doing I deleted it and I made up a story about wanting to be watched in a voyeuristic way. As the evening drew on the conversation vanished in to a haze of wine, and I forgot all about it.

It came as a shock when we fulfilled Diana’s fantasy, no pun intended, and I was a little envious of her lack of inhibitions. Sadly, I am a slave to my inhibitions and I am not sure just how much I would have to drink to get me to be that outgoing. However, one thing I do like to do is wear my leather harness under my normal clothing. I can feel incredibly sexy that way without revealing too much. I started wearing it around the house, then when I got braver out to the shops, and one seriously uncomfortable day I wore it to work. I found it a great thrill knowing I was wearing it, while those I was around were oblivious. With this in mind, when I got a call off Alice asking if I could go around there one weekend and help with her garden redesign, I thought it would be a great opportunity to do a little driving in my kinky underwear. After all, I could easily take it off when I got there.

Driving that distance in what is basically a leather crotch rope, is more than a little distracting. Thankfully, there is a buckle that adjusts the length of it, so I loosened it off a little before getting fully dressed. That is one thing about this design, you really need another set of hands, as you can’t really reach the buckles once it is on. You have to leave a little slack to wriggle it off. Then again, I suppose that is the idea, I mean you don’t want your trussed-up slave escaping, do you?

When I arrived at Alice’s, I am a little surprised to see Diana there as well, sat in the shade in a floaty white summer dress trying not to get burnt by the summer sun. Surprised and delighted that is, as I do enjoy spending time with both. Diana gives me a hug as she altıparmak escort informs me that she has come over to install some software or something. I am a technophobe, so it is all jargon to me. I settle for giving her a hug back and a soft peck on the cheek.

Alice of course is working out. She is wearing short, tight, lycra shorts, under which she can’t have any underwear on, and a plain sports bra. I eye her lean trim figure enviously as she lands several punches and kicks on to a bag that is hanging on a metal frame on her patio. I feel over dressed in my baggy t-shirt, khaki shorts and work boots. Then as I move, the leather rubs against my clit a little and I am glad of my slightly baggy wear.

Alice embraces me tightly and I feel the perspiration on her skin. I wipe a few beads of sweat from her brow, while what I really want to do, is lick it off her body until she is clean. I feel heat rise in me and I have to force myself to try and act normally. Alice tells me to store my bag in the guest room before we discuss what needs to be done. Agreeing, I make my way upstairs to remove my leather garb before starting work.

I drop my small case off and strip my normal clothes to remove the harness. I catch sight of myself in the mirror. I don’t have the trim athletic figure of Alice, but I am not flabby either. I would use the term curvy. I do however have much bigger boobs than either of the other two, which I like, as they are my best assets. I spend a little time loving how the black leather of the harness squashes them together pushing them up a little, before it disappears down between my legs. I feel a sudden flush of heat to my loins and on the spur of the moment I pull on my bath robe to go to the bathroom. I figure a few more moments wearing it won’t be a bad thing.

The feeling of walking around Alice’s house with the leather rubbing against my skin and only wearing a thin cotton bathrobe over it, is very arousing and before I return to the bedroom, I decide to have a peek out of the window of Alice’s room. I know it overlooks the patio and I want to watch her working out a little more as she doe put on a great show. Sadly, Alice is now longer outside, and the punch bag is just swinging lazily.

With a half sigh I return to the guestroom. I frown a little, I was sure I hadn’t pulled the door shut when I left it, but the door is now closed. My first thought is the breeze has blown it closed. My fingers take hold of the handle and turn it, but the door remains shut. I feel my heart beating loudly in my chest as I fill with heat again. The door was stuck, or locked, or something. I would have to go and find Alice to get her to open it. Now I am very conscious of the fact that the only clothing I have is a cotton bathrobe and the harness that felt like it had tightened up suddenly.

I make my way down the stairs praying they are in the house and not down in the garden. I peer in to every room, my heart plummeting with every negative result. A flash of white catches my eye, and I look out of the kitchen window. I spot Diana down by the summer house, a white wide brimmed hat covering her lovely reddish-brown hair. I swear and pull the robe tightly around me, knowing I have to walk down to them. At least I kept the robe on I muse, as I step outside. The concrete of the patio is warm under my feet and it feels pleasant to walk bare foot, even more so when the stone turns to grass. There is something very natural about the feel of grass on bare feet.

I have only been out in Alice’s garden a few times, and I am impressed by how it has been laid out. Trees grow in strategic places to afford maximum privacy, and the entirety of the bottom third is screened by tall bamboo plants. It is behind this wall of green I find Diana and Alice, sitting outside the wooden summerhouse that doubles as Alice’s bondage play den.

Diana grins widely as I peer around the bamboo, one hand at the waist of my robe, the other just above my boobs.

“I said she would brave it.” Diana says giggling like a cross between a schoolgirl and a maniac.

“Odd choice of gardening wear Jan.” Alice jokes as she applies sunblock to her long legs.

“Ha-ha.” I reply. “The bedroom door is stuck or something. I went to the bathroom and couldn’t get in to get dressed.”

“Stuck or something…” Alice repeats thoughtfully. “Question is, why did you get undresses to go to the bathroom?”

I feel my cheeks flush red. I know at this point that Alice and Diana know more about my predicament then they are admitting.

Diana jumps up and wraps her arms around me. “It’s okay Jan, we know what you’re wearing.”

My legs go weak as I realise my secret is uncovered. “How?” I manage to ask.

“Erm… you told us about your fantasy.” Dania says blushing nearly as much as I am. “You typed it out, then half deleted it, but left the important bits. Like the harness.”

Alice stands and hugs both Dania and me, placing a kiss on both our heads. “When we hugged you earlier we could feel it below your clothing.” bursa anal yapan escort She tells me. “We wondered if you wanted to act out your fantasy. I didn’t think you would be strong enough yet, but Di thought you just needed some encouragement. So, she sneaked upstairs and locked your door.”

I felt a feeling of shame wash over me. Embarrassed by what my closest friends had discovered, but at the same time I felt a little tingle of excitement, knowing I now had no choice in what I was wearing. I flush once more, only this time it is more from arousal than shame.

“Can we see it?” Diana asked eagerly.

It is hard to believe that a year or so ago she was a timid little mouse of a thing and had only just begun to experiment with sex toys. But she did have access to the internet, and once the door had been opened to what excited her, she had spent a lot of time reading and researching everything she could get her hands on. Which was a lot.

“Only if you want to.” Alice instructs giving Diana a frown. “Remember Di, this is Janet’s body, and not ours to demand.”

Immediately Diana’s eyes drop. “Sorry Jan. I got carried away.” Then she looked up at me, those deep brown eyes looking like a spaniel that had been shouted to for wanting to play ball. My heart melted under the gaze of those eyes. They get me every time.

I glance around slightly nervously, although I have no need, the bamboo screen I advised Alice to plant provides a very private area. Mainly so she can sunbath without the risk of tan lines. My hands tremble as I slowly undo the belt of my robe. My heart is hammering in my chest and I force myself to remember that both of these women have seen me without any clothes before. But this feels so different. Much more submissive.

I open the front of the robe and reveal myself, steeling myself against the giggles that I am sure will follow.

“Oh Janet. You look beautiful.” Diana says her face reflecting nothing but sincerity. “I love how it holds your breasts.”

Small delicate fingers reach out and touch the skin of my boob, caressing them softly.

I look from Diana to Alice, seeking her approval. To my amazement she has tears in her eyes.

“I always knew you had it in you to be daring.” Alice tells me. “I’m so proud of you.”

Years of me telling myself that I wasn’t able to bare my body because it wasn’t as amazing as Alice’s or the models I see in pictures, were washed away by their tenderness. A feeling of love for my friends filled my heart, making me realise that the only thing that had held me back was myself.

I take a deep breath and let the robe fall to the floor.

A million different sensations hit me all at once. Every bit of my skin that wasn’t covered, which was most of it, reacted to the air brushing lightly over me. The sun felt warm on parts of me that had never seen the sun. And above all I felt my nipples harden and heat flush my loins as the feeling of being exposed made me feel aroused and excited.

“Duckling in to swan.” Alice murmured, as she wiped a tear away from her cheek.

“I think you are so brave.” Diana tells me, admiration on her face. “It took me a lot to get dressed up, and I was covered, and it was dark. You are out here in the sun, and I am a little envious.”

That comment hit me quite hard, I had considered Diana to be brave, doing what she did, but the realisation that she was indeed totally covered, and technically couldn’t be uncovered even if she wanted to be, made me feel a lot stronger.

I did a little twirl for them, glancing back over my shoulder cheekily as I did so.

“My little bird is taking her first flight.” Alice beamed happily. “Shall we go back to the house? I think Janet deserves her clothes back now.”

I flushed red again at Alice’s words. Mainly because I was proud of myself for shedding another layer of insecurity. I bent down and picked up my robe then paused and passed it to Alice.

I felt a massive thud in my chest as my heart beat loudly. Alice and Diana just gaped at me, not believing I had passed my only item of clothing over to them.

“It would be a shame for it to end here and now.” I whispered, my throat dry.

I thought Diana was going to burst with excitement as she clapped her hands together. Then Alice’s hand touched her shoulder, bringing her down.

“Slowly.” She advised. “Janet, we need to cover off some ground rules first. Like how far you want us to go, what are your expectations and when do you want it to end?”

I steady myself as my head is spinning from what I am asking. “I want to be kept like this for the remainder of the day. You can ask me to do anything within reason. No going off the property or to the front of the house.”

Alice looked to Diana, who nodded in compliance.

“Be gentle.” Alice advised then sat back down on the lounger.

I was being put directly in to the hands of Diana who would treat me as her submissive for the rest of the day. This sparked a new wave of feelings bursa bayan escort inside me. I don’t know why but I had a good idea how far Alice would go, and for all her size and strength, she was really a gentle soul. Diana on the other hand seemed extremely excited to be in charge.

I glance to Alice, seeking reassurance.

“I will be watching closely.” She promised. “Diana is very sensible, and I promise you, extremely talented at gentle teasing.”

I relax a little and let Diana led me in to the summerhouse. The flooring is cool under my bare feet, and a new set of sensations flood my system.

She leaves me in the middle of the dual-purpose building as she rummages through Alice’s toy box. “Pink or black?” Diana askes holding up two vibrators. The pink one is a curved stem with a butterfly like head, similar to my own favourite toy.

“Pink.”

My favourite too.” Diana tells me. I feel her fingers tugging at the buckle in the middle of my back, and the crotch straps go slack. She reappears smothering the stem in lubricant.

“Say Ahhh.” She grins as she gently slips the stem inside me. I raise myself up on my toes as the stem brushes against my G-Spot.

“Ahhh.” I moan.

Diana looks up and winks at me. “Told you so.”

I remember how she placed herself in my hands very willingly and I can’t help but grin back, growing more confident with her abilities. Besides Alice wouldn’t let Di take the lead if she thought her too inexperienced.

She pats the little butterfly that now covers my clit, the small nub pressing tightly against my own, and returns to the toy cupboard.

“Is a tail going too far??” She asks holding up a black butt plug, with a two-foot-long horses tail attached. I have seen pictures of Alice wearing it and I had marvelled at how madly sexy it look on her.

“Yes.” I agree before I have a second chance to think.

Diana nearly falls over as she spins around to check it was me that had said that.

I smile sheepishly. “In for a penny, in for a pound.”

Now it is Diana who seems uneasy, and I am a little shocked at how I seem to have taken control of the situation so easily. Alice has told us many times, that in truth the submissive has more control than the dominant, but I hadn’t really got the concept until now.

I feel an odd sensation as Diana squeezes a possibly over generous amount of lubrication inside me followed by the gentle pressure of the plug going in. I let out a slight moan again as it fills my rear.

“Okay, going to fasten you up now.” Diana tells me. “Just say if it is too tight.”

The strap clinches around my loins pressing the vibe tight in to my slit and forcing the plug a little deeper inside. The feeling is highly intense, then it slackens off a little and the feeling of deep penetration slips away.

“It can go tighter.” I tell her, feeling a lot braver than I knew I was. “I would like to not be able to undo it.”

“Don’t move.” Diana instructs. “Alice, can I borrow you muscle?”

Again, I realise something, even though Diana has a very wild mind, she still lacks physical strength and size compared to Alice and I. It amazes me how she plucked up the courage to let us dominate her so harshly. I feel new levels of respect for Di.

A pair of lips press against my neck. “Say when.” They whisper.

The strap immediately tightens up threatening to cut me in half, then slowly slackens off. When it gets to a bearable level I Yell out “When.”

Alice fastens the buckle, and I immediately reach around behind me. Not matter what I do I can’t get to the buckle and the feeling of being trapped in my fantasy outfit fills me with warmth and excitement.

“What do you think?” Diana asks, but directs the question toward Alice.

“How do you feel Jan?” Alice askes, letting her eyes rove all over my body.

“Amazing.” Is the only answer that comes to my mind.

“Can you manage a collar?” She asks. “I think it would finish the look perfectly.”

A mental picture of the two of them leading me around the garden at the end of a chain flashes through my head like a bullet. I nod affirmative, my smile barely concealed.

Alice fastens a sturdy leather collar around my neck, checking it is loose and not going to strangle me. When she is happy with the fit, she clips a chain from the collar to the steel ring in the middle of my back, and repeats the process to the ring at the front.

“Try and bend.” She instructs.

As I lean forwards the chain tightens up and pulls the crotch strap tighter and I let out a little yelp.

“See how that works Di.” Alice points out. “Now Jan is the subject of her own torment. The more she bends, the more uncomfortable she gets.”

Diana nods, a serious expression on her face as if she is being instructed on something completely different than how to bind a submissive. Alice presses a remote in to her hands and winks.

“System check.” Diana says, in an echo of the words I used when I tested the electrodes she had worn. A pleasant vibration tickled my G-spot making me shudder, followed by a more intense vibration against my clit. I immediately bend forward a little. Of course, that tightens up the strap and intensifies the vibration. Spots begin to dance in front of my eyes as I rapidly approach climax, then the sensation vanishes, and I can breathe again.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Church Elder

Tags :

Category : Genel

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

I grew up in a small town. Everyone I knew was involved in the church. I was eighteen and had just graduated high school. There was a conference taking place in another town. My parents decided that I should go. This was a sign that I would begin to become an adult in church affairs.

I would be travelling with Elder Stevens. His first name was Jeff. On the drive to the conference Jeff said to call him Elder in the presence of other church members. Otherwise when we were alone he was Jeff. We had left early on Friday and we checked into our motel room. The church where the conference was to be held was just a block away.

I should say that Jeff was a younger man, in his early thirties. He wasn’t married and it caused people to talk. It didn’t matter as Jeff was well educated and owned a business in town. He was also considered to be handsome. I would sometimes hear the church ladies talking about him.

We got checked into our room and then found someplace to eat. We went back to our room afterwards. We had a room with two bed in it. Jeff went to the bathroom and when he came out, all he had on were his briefs. I have to admit to staring. His bulge was showing and he had a big cock it looked like.

Jeff said I should get comfortable. He said I wasn’t at my parents house any longer. He was treating me like an adult when I was with him. I decided that I would get out of my clothes as well. I got everything off but my undies. Jeff was looking at me as I undressed.

I was going to get on the other bed but Jeff patted his bed as if to join him. I went over and sat on the edge. Jeff began to talk to me. He came right out and said he was a gay man and he would like it if I didn’t tell other people. The towns folk weren’t very happy about gay men in their town.

I asked him why he didn’t just move somewhere else. He said he grew up here and he didn’t like idea of others forcing him to move.

“You can move closer to me Matt,” he said. “I don’t bite.”

I slid over nearer to Jeff. His large cock was just a few feet from my face. I was looking hard at it. Jeff asked me if I ever thought of men in a sexual way. I told him a few times I thought about it but I didn’t know any gay men and it seemed dangerous to try and find them.

He said there were a few gay men in görükle escort our town but they kept a low profile. He then told me that he had chosen me as his church companion for the weekend. I asked him why me. He was truthful and said he was attracted to me. He thought I might be gay.

Jeff drew closer to me and he pulled me into his body. I experienced my first kiss from a man. I have to say I liked it. Jeff forced his tongue into my mouth. Our bodies were touching now. I could feel Jeff’s cock rubbing my dick through the underwear material. We were both getting hard.

Eventually Jeff pulled back and pulled my undies from my body. He did the same and I finally saw his large dick. He was long and thick and he put me to shame. I was a skinny guy at the time. Jeff complimented me on my cock. We went back to kissing and rubbing. Jeff took our cocks in one hand and he stroked them together. I had to control myself so I wouldn’t cum suddenly.

“I want to make love to you Matt, will you let me?”

I was so floored at the time. I just nodded my head. Jeff got up from the bed. He went to his bag and brought back a bottle of lotion. He lubed up his erection and then spread my legs and applied some to my hole. Jeff got to his knees and he guided the tip of his cock to my opening. He began to push into me.

God, it hurt. My virgin ass was so tight. Jeff said to relax, he would take it slow and easy. I am betting it took a half an hour until Jeff finally was totally inside me. I just remember crying out as he filled my bottom with his fat member. Jeff took hold of my ankles and pushed my legs forward. He drove into me right up to the hilt.

I screamed as Jeff left his fat cock stationary in my hole. Slowly he began to stroke my hole. It was painful and pleasure able all at once. Jeff was a skillful lover. He stirred his cock around in order to loosen me up. I just remember squeezing his hardness with my ass muscles.

He asked me if I wanted him as his lover. I blurted out that I wanted him badly. That’s when Jeff sped up. I was feeling his balls slapping against my ass cheeks. Jeff lowered his face and we kissed briefly. He soon broke away and moved to my nipples. He went from one to the other, sucking and biting them.

Jeff must have been karacabey escort hitting just the right spot. I couldn’t control myself and I shot some streams of cum. I am guessing they flew three feet into the air and mostly landed on my chest. That must have set Jeff off. He grunted and arched his back. He released his seed into my body. It felt like there was a lot of it. He kept cumming and cumming.

So this was what gay man sex was about, I thought. Jeff left his cock in me for a long time as we kissed one another. Finally Jeff became soft and pulled out. I could feel his load dripping out of my sore hole.

“That was very nice,” he said to me.

I had to agree. Jeff was the perfect partner for my first time man to man. We did shower together and Jeff didn’t waste any time. As the water poured over us, he took me again. Jeff had me place my hands on the shower wall. I bent at the waist and then felt Jeff’s cock buried in my hole one more time. This time was a quicky and Jeff really didn’t have much cum to give me. We finished showering and we got dressed. We went out to have dinner.

I couldn’t believe my appetite. I was so hungry. We finished our meal and went back to our room. There was no more wild sex that evening. We got up Saturday morning, got cleaned up and dressed and walked to the conference. To be honest, I don’t remember much about it. Jeff and I were giving each other looks the whole time.

When we got back to our room we got right to business. I had my cock sucked by a man for the first time. Jeff told me to lie back. He took hold of my shaft and he took all of me down his throat. It felt fantastic having a man arouse me like that. Jeff brought me to a boil. I told him I was getting close. Jeff didn’t back off. I finally let go into Jeff’s mouth.

I kept shooting my cum load until I was spent. Jeff swallowed every drop I gave him.

“That was quite a load you had there,” he told me.

Jeff then had me get on all fours. He pulled my ass up and I could feel his mushroom knocking on my back door. This time went somewhat easier. Jeff placed his hands on my waist and he entered me. This time was harder and faster. Jeff also talked to me.

“Your ass is mine from now on Matt,” he kept repeating.

I told mudanya escort him I only wanted him and his big cock. All that hot talk set us over the edge. I was squeezing Jeff’s dick until he could no longer hold back. I felt the heat of his cum load coating my bowels. He was right. I was all his.

The next morning was a short service at the church before we left for home. Jeff had me one final time. I sucked his dick and then mounted my lover. I rode up and down his thick love muscle as Jeff moved his hips upward. Jeff reached up and played with my nipples. I found out that I really did like that part of man sex. Jeff had more of his spunk to give me. I took it all and tried to hold it inside me for as long as I could.

The conference finally ended and we drove home. Just a few miles from arriving back Jeff pulled the car over onto a back road.

“This might be the last time we can see each other for awhile,” he said.

We had another male kiss and then Jeff went down on me. He unzipped me and freed my cock. He ended up bringing me off. I blew a big load down his throat. We got back to town and Jeff dropped me off at my parents house. I was already missing Jeff. It was like he said. We didn’t see each other for some time. Jeff was busy at his business and I was preparing to go to college. We would text each other but it wasn’t the same as making love.

We only hooked up a few times that summer. We had to drive some distance away in order to get a room with some privacy. I finally got to make love to Jeff. He said he wanted to feel me in his ass. Jeff was very tight but he said he enjoyed me taking his bottom. He was on his back when I dumped my load into his greedy ass. That was the last time we were able to hook up for some time.

I went off to school and Jeff faded into the distance. I found the gay community at college and I have a lover there. His name is Brad and it ended up I am the top in our relationship. I only saw Jeff one last time. I came home for a visit and ran into Jeff. Things had changed between us and we both knew it. I told him I now had a partner at school. We did have one final lovemaking session together.

I had forgotten how enjoyable it had been with Jeff. He used his thick cock on me that one last time. He made me beg and scream for it. My ass took a hard pounding and I was rewarded with hot loads of Jeff’s steamy cream. We ended our day together with a final kiss.

Time has passed and I have graduated college. I also left the church and the town I grew up in. I still think about Jeff and how he taught me how men make love together.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Chasing Fate Ch. 02

Tags :

Category : Genel

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

Sammi jumped off the couch and began barking, signaling that Ann was home from a weekend trip to her parents. I rose from the e-z boy and met her at the door. “Hey babe,” Ann said with a quick kiss to the cheek as she pushed past with an armful of packages. “Could you grab my bags and the rest of the packages in the car,” she asked not really looking for a reply. Opening the car door I saw that she and her mom had been on a mall mission as the back seat was covered in bags of department store booty.

Later as I sat in my chair flipping channels on the remote I could hear Ann in the background going on and on about this store and that…this outfit and the other. “Are you listening to me?” she asked. “Why don’t you turn that off and listen to what I’m saying,” she chided.

“I’m sorry babe,” I replied. Ann held up a garment… a bright yellow top as she held it closely to her chest. “What do you think?” she asked with a smile growing on her face.

“I love it…its really nice,” I said trying to fake my excitement. I’m not sure why women get so worked up on clothes. Houdini himself would have been proud as she pulled one garment after the other out of the bag, never seeming to find the bottom.

“The yard looks great,” she said getting up and heading into the kitchen. “You were a good boy this weekend.” Good Boy! If she only knew that was the exact words Mark used as he forced his will on me. Making me submissive to his desires. My ass was still sore from the pounding he took on it Friday night when he pushed his big dick up my ass. I worked like a madman on the yard. It was as much to get my mind off Mark and David as it was taking care of yard duties.

Ann retired early after dinner leaving me in the den watching TV. I walked over to the computer and checked my emails but there was still no response from David. I had decided not to write him sharing my feelings about the night before. Half expecting he’d write me. My mind was conflicted with feelings. Guilty… hiding my weekend from my wife. Terrified at the implications of a video tape of the whole torrid evening. What would my wife…my family…my friends think of me if they saw the video of me worshipping Mark’s cock. His black dick pumping in and out of my ass as I begged him to cum in my ass?

I walked into the bedroom and Ann was reading one of her health magazines. No doubt enthralled at one more diet plan she would place us both on for a couple of weeks before it was back to eating what the hell we wanted. Neither of us had the discipline to stay on a plan. I walked into the bathroom, stripping clothes as I went. I pulled off bursa üniversiteli escort my shorts in the bathroom and stared down at my naked cock. Completely hairless as my cock rested on my balls. Sooner or later I would have to show Ann. It might as well be tonight.

I stepped under the water, letting the warm streams slap against my face, running down my chest. I grabbed the soap and started with my balls as I soaked them and then my dick. It still seemed so strange seeing my hairless cock as I stroked the shaft. It was a constant reminder that Mark was in control of me. Looking down I knew that in a few days I would again be on my knees servicing him. Doing whatever he asked.

I stepped out of the shower, rubbing a towel all over my body before tying it at the waist. “Babe, I did something for you this weekend,” I said before I exited the bathroom.

“What’s that sweets?” Ann asked as I turned the corner. Her eyes still buried in the magazine. I dropped the towel as my cock, starting to swell, began to rise between my legs.

“I saw something in one of my magazines…and I was thinking of you,” I lied. “and I decided to do something.

“What babe?”, she asked still enthralled in the magazine before her. “This, ” I said with emphasis. Ann’s eyes met mine in puzzlement as she looked at me wondering just what the hell I was talking about. Eventually her gaze left my eyes and settled on the wand which was rising between my legs. “What did you do?” she uttered as her eyes widened.

“I saw a couple of pictures in one of my magazines and I noticed he had a shaved crotch. And I’ve read articles in the past about it and I decided what the hell…why not.,” I replied.

“I’ll tell you why not…do you know how much that’s going to itch when it grows back?” Ann had no idea that Mark would never let it grow back. He made it very clear I was to be smooth as a baby when he saw me again. Ann kept her pussy groomed but it was far from shaved. Just neat enough to hide away in her bikini bottoms.

“I thought you’d like it,” I continued trying to gain her approval. “Well, it does make your dick look bigger doesn’t it?” she half chuckled as she began to lose interest looking back at her magazine. I slid into bed and snuggled up beside her.

“Oh no big boy, I’ve had a long drive today and I’m wiped out. No loving tonight.” My dick had already betrayed my thoughts as my stiff dick rubbed against her side. “I’ll let you rub my back though,” she countered as her eyes met mine.

Confident of where I could steer the evening I agreed escort bayan as she rolled over on her stomach. I pulled up her t-shirt that she sleeps in and rubbed my palms into her shoulder blades. Rubbing my hands across her back as I probed with my fingers, lightly clamping down on her neck.

She moaned approvingly as I continued the massage. After a couple of minutes, I urged her to flip over so I could do her front. She tuned over and I started lightly tickling her chest. She loved me to run my fingers lightly over her breast and stomach. I moved up and drew circles round her pink nipples as they began to harden like little finger tips. I reached out and pinched one as she gasped. Her nipples have always been sensitive and I knew she felt it all the way to her pussy.

Confident she was now my prize, I continued to tweak her nipple as I let my hand wander to her pussy. I moved my hand under the elastic of her panties, gliding over her bush, until I felt her puffy little lips, already beginning to moisten under my touch. Reaching down I ran my tongue across her breast moving up to greet my lips. I tongued her tit, sucked on her nipple and then gently bit on her little bud as Ann gasped at my touch.

Squeezing her tit, I continued to slide my finger across her clit as her box became wetter and wetter. I moved my tongue down her chest to her stomach, dipping my tongue into her belly button, still tweaking her nipple with my hand.

I moved down and began to slide her panties off as she raised her hips letting them slide down her soft lean legs, kicking them off altogether. My tongue made a mad dash to her pussy, snaking its way into her hole before sliding up and sucking on her clit. I stuck my finger in her pussy as my face was buried in her pussy. The hairs on her pussy tickled my nose as I rubbed my face in her burning box.

Juices ran down her crotch to her ass as I traced the stream and started to push my finger into her ass. “No,” she uttered almost silently. I pulled my finger back for a few seconds as I felt her passion rising. I again dared to probe her asshole with my finger. “No babe,” she again uttered louder denying me that treat which I never dared ask for before.

I retreated my attention to her pussy, sucking harder one last time before I scooted up her body, reaching down to my dick and guiding it into her slippery box. I lay across her body planted kisses on her neck as my dick pushed in further and further into her pussy. I felt her pussy hairs against my naked cock. A feeling quite unlike what I had felt before.

I seemed to slide escort bursa easily across her pussy as her juices serves as a slick lubricant for my cock. I felt her body tense up and I knew that as her signal she was going to cum. I snaked my tongue into her mouth as she sucked hard on it, almost pulling it out of my mouth as her head twisted from side to side, taking my tongue with it. She groaned out in passion as her body pushed up hard against mine, up and down, until she went limp under my body.

She let out one long sigh as she lay quietly under me. I rolled off her body, my rock hard cock slick with her juices. “Damn, that was good baby,” Ann said with great exhaustion. “I am wiped out for sure now.” She propped up on one elbow and looked down at my dick starting to subside. “You want me to take care of you?,” she asked.

“Yea, that would be great,” I replied. Ann reached into our nigh stand, taking out the lube she kept there, and rubbed it into her hands before reaching out to my dick, stroking it with the touch I had always looked forward to before. I closed my eyes as her hands wrapped itself around my dick again rising to the occasion.

Her tight grip was warm around my head…like David’s lips which just a few days ago, wrapped around my cock. His mouth was so wet as he licked the crown, his mouth moving up and down on my shaft as he cupped my balls in his hands. I remember looking down, occasionally he would look up, his eyes staring into mine, the little gold rings in his nipples shining as his chest moved up and down.

I had let two men fuck me in the ass but I had never fucked another man but I knew I wanted my first to be David. I wanted to bury my dick up his ass, feeling his warm cheeks pushing back against my cock as I reach around and pull on his nipples. Toying with the rings which decorated his tits.

Like Mark, I wanted to stick my dick into him without a condom, shooting my sperm deep into his belly. I wanted to lie beside him as my sperm slipped out of his ass while we kissed.

“Wow…you really did need to come,” Ann’s voice bought me back to earth as my dick shot sperm through the air. She jumped off the bed and was back with a washcloth before my dick had ceased its launch. She took a couple of swipes and headed back into the bathroom.

She kneeled back on the bed and slipped over me taking her customary place in our bed. “That was great babe. You were really intense.” If only she knew what I was thinking when I shot that load.

Ann leaned over and kissed me again quickly on the lips before she said goodnight and picked back up her magazine. I tuned over and closed my eyes. My dick still leaking cum as my thoughts returned to the images in my head. Cuddling up close to my lover, wrapping my arms tightly around him. Taking his tit in my hand, the cool little metal ring resting in my fingers. “Goodnight baby.”

“Goodnight,” I sighed as I fell off to sleep.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

An Unconventional Relationship Ch. 02

Tags :

Category : Genel

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amateur

This is a sequel to An Unconventional Relationship, which I wrote over a year ago. I hope you like it.

Thanks and love to L. for all her love, encouragement and support. She makes it all worthwhile.

###

Someone once said that all families are dysfunctional — that they’re all fucked-up in their own special way. I suppose many would say that of my family.

After having lived for nineteen years with kind, loving parents, Richard and Elaine, my world was rocked by the revelation that my father’s sister, Jenny, was actually my birth mother. My feelings for Jenny had always been special. Okay… more like impure and lecherous, but I was never plagued by guilt because of that. Then, just as I was coming to terms with the news that Jenny was actually my mother rather than my aunt, I found out that she too felt the same taboo feelings for me. We both wrestled with those desires until we gave in to them and made love one time.

In the weeks following our encounter Jenny and I were both a little sheepish around one another, each trying to second-guess the other’s thoughts and feelings. On top of that, we had to be careful to not betray ourselves around my parents, for fear that they would suspect that something clandestine was happening — which it most certainly had. Then in the midst of all of this, Jenny made a proposal one July afternoon that both surprised and delighted me.

“How would you like to move in with me, Nick?”

It was a Saturday afternoon and she had been shopping at a mall for things that she still needed for her new apartment. When she posed her question about us living together I looked up from my burger and fries, speechless for a moment. Then I smiled, almost in disbelief.

“Move in… really… you mean it?” I drawled.

Jenny gave an emphatic nod, smiling back at me as her brown eyes shimmered for a moment. “Of course. I thought about it, then talked it over with Rich and Elaine,” she said. “They think it would be good for us, since we’re still kind of in a transitional phase.” She paused a moment, then gave me a dour look. “I know I’ll never really be a mother to you, Nick. I foolishly abdicated that responsibility when you were born, but I still want us to be close, and have some sort of mother-son relationship… as best we can anyway.”

For a moment I feared that Jenny was going to cry and it pained me. I gave her a reassuring smile and said “But, you are my mother. You gave me life. Nothing or no one can ever take that away from you.”

Seeming buoyed by my words, Jenny smiled, although there was still anguish in her eyes.

“Thank-you for saying that, Nick. It means the world to me,” she said.

“Well, I mean it,” I told her. Then, wanting to change the subject to something happier, I added

“So, you’re really serious about me moving in — Mom and Dad are too?”

“Absolutely!” she said. “But it’s up to you, of course. Take all the time you need to think it over.”

All the time I needed to think it over was about two seconds. “That would be great! When can I move in?” I asked, feeling my cheeks getting sore from smiling.

Jenny laughed at my eagerness. But when she noticed my eyes stray from hers, down to the front of her cardigan, the smile drained from her face. She sighed and cast a nervous glance left and right before beginning to speak in a hushed tone as she leaned closer.

“Nick, there’s something that you and I have to discuss first,” she began, then paused to frown. “What happened between us… you know… that was wonderful. I’ll always consider it a very special memory we share, but you have to realize that we can’t ever do that again — especially if we’re going to be living together.”

“Why not?” I asked. “What happened was amazing, and if we’re living together…”

Jenny held her hand up, silencing me. “If we’re living together, Nick,” she began. “It has to be a proper, chaste relationship. I want us to get to know one another all over again in a different context, and I don’t want our… desire, to get the best of us.”

“But why not?” I repeated, unable to hide my disappointment.

“Because I’m afraid it will ultimately tear us apart.” Although her voice was soft, it was filled with resolve.

I sighed and folded my arms as I leaned back in my chair. “It won’t tear us apart,” I countered, trying to sound confident. “It will make us closer.”

“That’s not a chance I’m willing to take,” Jenny said. She sounded almost frightened. “I love you, Nick. You mean the world to me, and I don’t want to lose you after nineteen years of hiding the truth about who you are to me — not because we let our libidos get the better of us. Do you understand?”

I could see tears pooling in Jenny’s brown eyes as she spoke, and I felt guilty and very bad for her. I leaned forward again, resting my elbows on the table between us. “Okay… yeah,” I relented.

“I understand, I guess.”

Jenny reached across the table and gave my right hand a squeeze. “Thank-you, Nick,” she said, her voice a bit shaky. bursa eskort “I know you don’t really understand, and that you’re disappointed, but I appreciate you respecting what I want. And, to be perfectly honest, I know how you feel. It’s just that I think it’s best that we focus on a chaste relationship, despite our feelings for each other.”

“You mean that you… you still feel like I do?” I felt my eyes widen as my cock twitched and began to stiffen at the thought of her still wanting me.

Jenny gave me a bashful smile as her cheeks grew pink. She tightened her mouth and nodded. “But that doesn’t mean we have to give in to those feelings, or let them rule us,” she said.

“I guess not,” I conceded. “But sometimes it’s hard.”

Jenny’s eyes brightened again and she let out a brassy laugh. “It’s hard, huh?” she retorted, darting her eyebrows upwards.

“You know what I meant,” I said, then paused to smirk at her. “But, yes — it is hard sometimes… like right now.”

Once again, Jenny grew flustered, but smiled.

“Well, I’m afraid that from now on that will be something that you’ll have to deal with on your own,” she teased, sounding apologetic.

After we had finished eating I helped Jenny carry her shopping bags out to her car. What we decided, after I offered, was that I would go to her apartment to help her bring everything inside, then she would drive me home.

During the drive to Jenny’s apartment my mind as racing with thoughts and ideas — all of them lewd. Jenny may have wanted for us to live together as a typical mother and son would, but I had other plans and intentions. As she drove, I stared out of the passenger side window of her black Jetta with a devious smile on my face.

It had been weeks since I had been at Jenny’s apartment — that was when we’d had sex. Since then, she had finished unpacking everything and decorated it. On the far left side of the living room, beside the patio doors to the balcony, was a black leather couch. A wooden coffee table separated that from a television in the center of the room. Off to one side was a stereo. Racks of CDs were hung on the wall beside it. I looked around, surprised by how nice the place looked. Not that I questioned Jenny’s taste, but I suppose I expected it to look more girly than it did. Looking around, I didn’t notice any unused ashtrays or candy dishes resting on lace doilies, or white wicker shelves with silk flowers or potpourri dishes. Hanging on the wall behind the sofa was a lithograph of Swans Reflecting Elephants.

I didn’t know you liked Dali,” I said with surprise.

Jenny took a step closer, looking up at the wall.

“Yeah, he’s my favourite painter,” she said.

I let out a grunt of surprise. “Mine too,” I told her. “I must get it from you. That’s weird.”

I placed the bags in my hands on the living room floor in front of the sofa, then turned towards Jenny. Her eyes met mine and she brushed a length of her brown hair back over her right ear as she smiled.

“Thanks again for going with me today, and helping me carry all this stuff back,” Jenny said. She was standing a few feet away, beside the bags she had just sat down at her feet.

“No problem,” I said. “I’m glad that I could help.” My cock began to throb as my eyes ran down her body. I sat down on the arm of the sofa, folding my arms on my lap.

“So, you think you’d like it here?” Jenny took a quick look around the apartment, seeming a bit insecure, then gave me a worried look.

“Are you kidding? I’d be happy anywhere you are,” I told her.

Jenny walked over and stood beside me. She put her arm around my shoulder and looked into my eyes. “You’re so sweet. I love you, Nick.” She hugged me, and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

I could feel Jenny’s silky hair brush the side of my head and face. From the corner of my eye I stared at the contour of her right breast, pushing out at the purple fabric of her cardigan. My arm went around her waist and I returned her embrace, sliding my hand down until it met the curve of her left hip and a bit of her ass. I held her tighter, wishing the moment would never end.

“I love you, too,” I said.

My reply was met with a sexy giggle from Jenny and I raised my eyes to hers. She was grinning as she peered down at my lap. “Something tells me it’s more like love — with a good amount of lust mixed in,” she teased.

I shrugged, feeling nervous. “Can you blame me?”

I said. “Besides, it’s not like I can suddenly switch off those feelings, just because you want me to.”

Jenny slipped her arm from around me, frowning.

“I know,” she muttered, sounding empathetic.

“Do you know because you feel the same?” I turned around on the arm of the sofa to face her and pulled her closer by her waist until she was standing between my legs. My right hand slid down over her left hip to her firm ass. I gave it a squeeze as I smiled up into her eyes. “God, you’re so sexy,” I breathed.

For a few moments Jenny didn’t resist, bursa merkez escort allowing me to caress her lovely ass, then she eased away, slipping from my grasp. “Nick, you’re not making this easy on me,” she said, sounding conflicted.

“I’m sorry, but do you think it’s easy one me?” I countered, trying not to sound angry. “I love you, Jenny, and I respect you too, so I’ll abide by whatever you want; I have no other choice. But you made a decision that effects both of us without discussing it with me first, and I have no say in the matter. You’re in control here. I don’t know how fair that is. And if you truly love me, at least please try to consider my feelings too. I’ve had a lot to deal with in the last little while, and I’m more fragile than I might let-on.”

Jenny winced, realizing how she had wounded me, and avoided my eyes for a few moments. Then she said “I’m sorry. I just want to do what I think is best for us in the long run — that’s all.”

I drew in a deep breath, then let it out as I collected my thoughts. “I didn’t mean to sound harsh,” I said. “It’s just that I’m a little confused right now, and I’m dealing with a lot of mixed emotions.”

“I think I know how you feel,” Jenny said, then paused. “Do you want to get home now?”

I took that to mean that Jenny wanted some time alone, or at least time away from me so she could sort out her thoughts. “Yeah,” I said with a nod.

Jenny turned and started making her way to the door. I followed, then as she was about to reach for the knob she turned towards me. “We’ll work this out together, Nick,” she said confidently.

“What’s most important is that we love each other — no matter what kind of relationship we have.”

With that, she leaned into me and placed a soft kiss on my cheek and gave me a smile. It was then that I knew that whatever happened, things with Jenny and me would be alright.

###

The next day I began to concentrate on getting ready to move, as well as the changing dynamic of my relationship with Jenny. It seemed rather obvious to me that she was conflicted about the boundaries that she had set between us. I, however, wasn’t. I loved Jenny, and desired her as much as ever. If only somehow I could get her to perhaps reach some sort of compromise with me, or change her mind. We had already crossed a definite line, and once that happens, there’s no going back. Things could never truly be the same between us now that we had been lovers — no matter how much she might want to pretend otherwise.

It was decided that I would move in with Jenny the following Saturday, and I spent the week packing. Once Saturday arrived I had a hard time concealing my excitement. I did my best to not appear too happy though, for fear of hurting or offending my parents. It wasn’t as though I was necessarily glad to be leaving their house and I didn’t want them to think that was the case.

Dad rented a truck, and we got up early that morning and began packing my belongings in to it. He seemed a little surprised by how quickly I worked, bringing boxes and other things down from my room. I don’t own a lot of things, and within a few hours the truck was packed and we were ready to drive over to Jenny’s — soon to be mine and Jenny’s apartment.

Jenny greeted us at the apartment door and began helping Dad and me unload the truck. She was wearing jeans and a burgundy sweatshirt, but despite having dressed for comfort rather than style, she still looked lovely. Her hair was in a ponytail, and I noticed a hint of lip gloss. It was all I could do to not stare at her, or try to sneak a feel as we carried boxes of my belongings into the apartment. I could not wait for her and I to finally be alone.

“It looks even smaller with all your stuff in here,” Jenny remarked. She looked about my new bedroom at her apartment. It was cluttered with boxes that had to be emptied and pieces of furniture. “Are you sure you’ll be comfortable here, Nick?” she asked. Her dark eyes shifted about the room and she gave me a concerned look.

“I’m sure,” I told her. “I’ll only be in here mostly to sleep or surf the Internet. The rest of the time I’ll be watching TV in the living room, or whatever.” I tried to fight back as smile as I spoke the final word, but felt the corners of my mouth turn up a bit. Jenny’s shimmering eyes caught mine and she turned away as she smirked.

“Well, I guess you have a lot of work to do, so I’m going to get back home,” Dad said, taking a glance at his watch.

I was glad that he had decided to leave, but tried not to show it. “Thanks a lot, Dad,” I told him. “I really appreciate you helping me move.”

“Are you kidding? I did it because I’m glad to have you out of the house.” Dad laughed and gave me a quick hug around my shoulders.

I followed Dad and Jenny to the door. My heart had sped up and I felt excitement and arousal welling inside of me at the thought of Jenny and me finally being alone. Once Dad had left she closed the door and turned towards me.

“Well, bursa sınırsız escort I guess you’ve still got a lot to do — all the unpacking and stuff,” she remarked, seeming a little nervous.

“Yeah, but it won’t be so bad,” I said as a wide smile broke out on my face. I looked into her eyes for a moment, then said “I’m really happy to be here. Thanks again, Jenny.”

“You’re more than welcome, Nick. Besides, I’m not doing it just for your sake,” she reminded me.

“I’m glad to have you here too.” She took a tentative step towards me and I was sure she was going to hug me, then she halted, seeming skittish.

Several uneasy seconds passed and I grew nervous.

“Well, I should start unpacking,” I said with a sigh.

“Do you need any help with anything?”

I thought for a moment, considering Jenny’s offer, then said “I could use some help getting the bed assembled, if you don’t mind. I can do the rest on my own.”

Jenny followed me down to my room and we got to work. My bed from home lay on the floor in four pieces, next to the mattress and box spring, which were leaning against the wall beside a bookcase and bureau. Jenny held the headboard while I hooked the supports for the box spring, then I affixed the footboard. Next, we put the box spring in place.

The mattress was rather awkward, and Jenny struggled a bit to take hold of it. As I watched her lean over to grasp the handles I noticed her heavy breasts swaying inside her sweatshirt. I gave a blatant stare at them as my cock throbbed. It was only when she looked up with a sly smile that the spell was broken and I realized that I had been leering.

“Are you going to help me get this on the bed or keep staring at me?” she asked, sounding a little annoyed.

“I have a choice?” I retorted with a brash grin, then helped her hoist the mattress in to the box spring.

Jenny sat down on the bed, catching her breath. She looked up at me, standing in front of her, and her eyes gravitated to the bulge in my jeans. I could feel my cock throbbing, but didn’t dare look down to see how noticeable my erection was. I felt my cheeks grow warm, and forced myself to focus on her face. She wore a peculiar smile, which excited me even more.

Jenny planted her palms down on the edge of the mattress and arched her back slightly. Her breasts filled out the front of her sweatshirt even more in that posture. “You… ah… look happy to be here,” she teased, glancing at my crotch. There was a bewitching glint in her eyes that fed my arousal.

I sat down on the bed beside Jenny. It was then that I noticed the faint outlines of her nipples standing out from her sweatshirt. I licked my lips, then smiled at her. “You look a little happy yourself,” I replied, darting my eyes down to her chest again to emphasize my point.

Jenny followed my gaze, then shot me a bashful smile. “It’s not that… I’ve been moving around and…”

“They woke up,” I shot back with a sly grin.

Jenny let out a sexy giggle and pulled the right corner of her mouth up for an instant. “Yeah, you could say that,” she said. “Sometimes they seem to have a mind of their own.”

Once more my eyes went to Jenny’s chest. Her nipples looked thicker now. Harder. Inviting. I recalled how they felt and looked when I had sucked on them weeks earlier. “Well, I like how they think,” I quipped, still staring at them.

Jenny laughed. “Well, I think they’ll be getting a lot of attention, with you around,” she said.

“Oh?” I grunted as my eyes widened, probably sounding and looking encouraged.

“No — not the kind of attention you’re thinking about — or would want to give them. Sorry, Nick,” she said and chuckled. “I just meant that if I know you as well as I think I do, your eyes will be on them whenever you think I’m not looking.”

I felt myself blush, and gave her a guilty smile.

Jenny draped her right arm around my shoulder and leaned against me, giving me a sideways glance.

“It’s okay, Nick. I’m not mad. I’m realistic. I know that I can’t expect you to just shut your feelings off, like you’re a machine,” she said.

“I just hope you’ll respect the boundaries I’ve set.”

“Yeah, definitely. Of course,” I said with a nod and feeling guilty.

Jenny tugged at my shoulder, giving me a hug. “Thanks, Honey. Besides, you’ll get tired of looking at me after a while, then spend your time looking at porn on the Internet.”

Our laughter at Jenny’s shrewd remark filled the bedroom and my eyes shifted towards her breasts again. I noticed them jiggle a bit as she laughed. There was little chance that I would choose looking at pictures of plastic women online in favour of Jenny, I thought to myself. A few seconds later, Jenny noticed me staring.

“Don’t say it,” she said, fighting a smile.

“Say what?” I asked, trying to act confused.

“Whatever you were thinking just now.” Jenny slipped her arm from around me and rested it on her lap.

“I could say a lot of things,” I retorted.

“Yeah… but it’s probably best that you don’t.” Jenny’s voice sounded almost stern as she spoke. She got up from the bed and turned to me, folding her arms self-consciously in front of her. “I’m going to go start supper,” she told me. “You’ll be hungry from all the unpacking. I’m making roast beef. Elaine says it’s your favourite.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Classroom Adventures

Tags :

Category : Genel

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Cum On

It was one of the first days back from winter break and 18-year-old Kevin was hiding out from an all school assembly. He hated the exclusive all-boys boarding school his parents sent him too, and was happy to think he only had a few months left before graduation. As a gay man in a school of rich jocks, Kevin hadn’t come out to anyone, happy to just be labeled “weird” and left alone for the most part. Always a big reader, that afternoon Kevin found himself in the reading area his English teacher, Mr. Houlihan had created in the back of his classroom. Surrounded on three sides by bookshelves and filled with bean bag chairs and overstuffed pillows, it was the perfect hiding spot. No one could see you unless they walked all the way to the back of the room and looked. When Kevin heard the door open, he jumped a little, scared he was about to be discovered. Cautiously, he peeked over the top of the bookcase, a little surprised to see Mr. Houlihan with his math teacher, Mr. James. And when Mr. James pushed Mr. Houlihan against the desk and began kissing him, Kevin was even more surprised.

He couldn’t tear his eyes away as he watched the two men making out, hands groping each other. Never in his wildest fantasies had he expected something like this. Mr. Houlihan was average height, with sandy hair and bright green eyes. Kevin had spent many a class period just looking at those eyes, fantasizing about what they would look like in the middle of an orgasm. Mr. James was well over 6 feet, his skin the color of charcoal, all muscle and power. As Kevin watch, Mr. James turned so he was sitting on the edge of the desk, Mr. Houlihan sinking to his knees in front of him.

“That’s it, Harry, I bet you missed this big black cock, didn’t you?” Mr. James growled as Mr. Houlihan tugged the zipper of his bursa escort slacks down. Kevin had to bite his lip hard to keep from gasping as the biggest cock he had seen sprung out. He didn’t have the best view, but he guess it was maybe 10 inches long and thick. As Mr. Houlihan took that pole into his mouth, Kevin began rubbing his now ridged cock through his jeans, still unable to believe what was going on.

“That’s it, you pretty little cocksucker, take it all in…that’s right, you love it.” Mr. James was whispering to Mr. Houlihan as he worked his cock, moaning loudly as he gripped his head, almost fucking Mr. Houlihan’s face with his giant dick. Embolded and more turned on than ever, Kevin unzipped his jeans, pulling out his cock and furiously jerking off to the free show he was watching. He was still trying to be careful to stay out of site, managing to push a few books aside and create the perfect peephole to watch his teacher get a blow job from another of his teachers.

“You’re gonna drink every last drop of my cum, aren’t you? Yeah, yeah you are cause it’s coming…”

Kevin watched as Mr. James’s face tensed up, imagining the huge load he was about to shoot right down Mr. Houlihan’s throat. When he heard Mr. James shout, Mr. Houlihan pulled his head away and Kevin could see the thick ropes of jiz shooting through the air, landing all over Mr. Houlihan’s face and neck. That put him over the edge and Kevin came hard, his free hand knocking some books off the shelf in the middle of his orgasm.

“Who the fuck is back there?!” Mr. James shouted, still breathing hard from his orgasm and sounding incredible pissed off. Kevin knew it was better to just come out into the open then try and hide, so he stood up, his pants still open, his own come dripping bursa escort bayan from his hand.

“Well, what do we have here,” Mr. James said, his anger subsiding at the site of Kevin, still half hard, appearing from behind the bookcase. “We found us a little voyeur, Harry. Get up here now, Kevin.”

Face burning with shame, Kevin obeyed, walking to the front of the classroom as Mr. Houlihan stood, still licking Mr. James come off his face, using a paper towel to clean the rest. When he was done with it, he threw it to Kevin to clean his hand with.

“I take it you like what you saw here, Kevin. Tell me, do you like to suck cock?” Mr. Houlihan was already unzipping his pants as he asked, and Kevin eyed the cock that emerged, not as long as Mr. James’s monster, but thicker, with a hunger.

“I love it, Mr. Houlihan. I love to suck cock.” Kevin didn’t know what came over him. In the limited experience he had with the same sex, he was always the dominate one. But here, he was submissive, and he knew he would do anything these two men asked.

“Get on your knees and prove it, then.” Mr. Houlihan almost snarled at him and Kevin immediately dropped to his knees, his hands curling around Mr. Houlihan’s hips as he starting to lick the head of his cock. It was velvety and he could taste the salty precome that had beaded there. It had been so long since Kevin had a cock in his mouth that he wanted to rush, to taste it all, but he paced himself. He wanted to show these men he could suck dick like a pro. With Mr. James watching, Kevin slowly slid Mr. Houlihan’s prick into his mouth, his tongue circling the head slowly, teasing him almost. He was rewarded with a loud groan, and Kevin smiled. Humming low in his throat, Kevin slid more of the beautiful cock into bursa escort kız his mouth until he could feel the head at the back of his throat and his nose was buried in Mr. Houlihan’s pubic hair. He then, just as slowly, slid him back out, until he was just flicking his tongue across the head.

“Jesus, this kid knows what he’s doing,” Mr. Houlihan gasped, clamping Kevin’s head tightly in his hands. Kevin just smiled around the mouthful of cock, picking up speed as he took the shaft in and out, one hand reached up to cup Mr. Houlihan’s balls, massaging them with one hand as the other wrapped around the shaft, jerking him off as Kevin sucked hard on the head. He needed to taste the fruits of his labor, hands and mouth moving faster and faster as the grip on his hair got tighter. He could tell Mr. Houlihan was about to blow.

He held Kevin’s head tight and began fucking his mouth with fervor. Kevin, already hard again, reached down to jerk himself off and was surprised with a larger hand wrapped around him. Never did he think that he would be kneeling on the floor of his English classroom, blowing one teacher and being jerked off by another. Suddenly, Mr. Houlihan thrust deep into his mouth and Kevin felt the first hot jets of come hitting his throat. They didn’t stop, Kevin trying to swallow as much of that thick cream as he could, feeling it dribble out his mouth and down his chin. Finally, as Kevin felt the last small stream, his own orgasm hit, and he came for a second time, Mr. Houlihan’s cock sliding out of his mouth as he leaned back against Mr. James, his body jerking as he covered Mr. James’s hand with his load.

Kevin’s heart was still racing as he looked back at Mr. James, who was licking Kevin’s come from his fingers, watching him as he did so. He held his hand up to Mr. Houlihan, who nodded appreciatively as he tasted Kevin’s jism.

“Tastes good, and is an incredible little cocksucker. I think we just found ourselves a new little playmate, Terrence.”

Mr. James grinned, turning Kevin’s face to his. “I think you’re right.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

An August Afternoon

Tags :

Category : Genel

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Cock

Tom was sprinting hard, his tank plastered to his chest and back, breathing quick and deep. The sun poured out of the sky, hitting him like a hammer with each step, but the house was in sight. He pushed himself even harder, quads and calves aching, arms pumping furiously, and as he passed the porch he heard a cheer. He crossed his improvised finish line—the rock by the mailbox—and shielded his eyes.

Lo and behold, there was Kelly. Sunbathing in a green bikini, large aviators framing her delicate face, she was grinning and clapping for him. He’d only been back from school for two weeks, she for one, and they hadn’t spent much sibling time alone yet, but he was looking forward to a long summer.

Kelly was gorgeous. Not in the way most guys liked—she didn’t have big tits, or blowjob-lips, or even that much of an ass. But Tom thought she was perfect. Tall and willowy, with little perky tits showing just a bit of nipple under her bathing suit top, a slender waist tapering down to legs that went forever. Add the mischievous red grin and dark, huge eyes, and Tom had to admit his sister was a smokeshow.

He altıparmak escort bowed playfully as he jogged up to the porch. “Gimme some of that!” he said, snatching her lemonade from the ground by her deck chair. She yelled at him, but giggled as he took a swig and poured the rest down his back. He shivered at the delightful chill.

She hopped up and reached over his head, grabbing the glass. She smelled like sunscreen and sweat. Or maybe that was him—”Ew,” Kelly said, wrinkling her nose. “You reek. Go shower and I’ll bring you some snacks. Gotta carb up after running!”

“That’s before running, stupid,” Tom said, and he gave her a pinch on her side. He was pleased to get confirmation in touch of what he had already seen: his sister had avoided the Freshman 15. Even maybe lost a little weight at school.

Tom headed to his room. Stripping off his soaking clothes, he admired himself in the mirror. An even six feet, hovering around 160 pounds, Tom was lanky and muscular. He had been a runner since middle school, but his college running buddies pushed him harder than bursa anal yapan escort he’d ever been pushed, and he had a new physique to show for it. Hours of cross-training in the pool and with weights had given Tom a set of arms to match his powerful legs, and everything in between was coming along just fine. He ran his fingers down his abs, towards his fine fuzz of brown pubic hair, fondling his soft, sweaty cock. It was four inches soft, a hefty thing with a protruding pink head—girls had often told him he had a pretty dick, soft or hard. It twitched as he touched it, coming to life beneath his warm fingers, and he stroked it gently. His balls bobbed beneath it, loose in their sac, and he tugged on his cock so they bounced satisfyingly. As he pulled his shaft grew, and the smell of his ball sweat wafted up to him—sweet and bitter. He did smell pretty bad, he admitted, and he took a whiff of his left armpit, still stroking with his right hand. He almost choked with the smell of it, a hard musk that reminded him of charcoal.

His member was standing at attention bursa bayan escort now, all glorious eight inches. He tightened and saw veins pulse, popping out against the pale skin. He tugged harder, balls jumping in time, harder, faster, building, he could feel the cum boiling in his balls, he pulled and pulled and—

The door opened, and there was Kelly, standing with a plate of crackers and a glass of water. Standing in her bikini, mouth open, staring right at him as his cum splattered her face, her chest, her stomach, her thigh. She dropped the glass and plate in shock. A drop of cum oozed over her top lip and landed on her bottom one.

The siblings stared at each other in silence. Then, ever so slowly, Kelly reached out her tongue and licked the glob of cum off her lip. She tasted it for a moment, then swallowed, her face a mask. Then, ever so slowly, she walked one pace through the wreckage of her snack and knelt, so his softening cock was pointing directly at her face. Looking right into his eyes she licked the last dribble of cum off his cock, then softly took it into her mouth, sucking it gently, milking the last few drops out of him. He groaned at the overwhelming sensation.

She rose, her face breaking into a grin as she did so. Cum still coated her chest, belly and one leg. “Let me go get a towel,” she said. “We need to clean this up.” She winked at him, then spun around and dashed off.

“What the fuck just happened?”

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Amanda , Her Father Ch. 02

Tags :

Category : Genel

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Big Tits

People should read Amanda and her Father Chapter 1, before reading Chapter 2.

Amanda was shocked by her father’s revelation, “You mean mom was like this? How long does it last? Does it go away? How did you and mom cope with it?”

“Hold it, one question at a time. Yes, mom was just like you. When she was carrying you, she became extremely horny, wanted sex all the time. At first, it was fantastic. I was a young man and my wife wanted sex all the time, what could be better than that? Then, the further along in her pregnancy, the hornier she got. As soon as I got home from work, she would be waiting for me and practically tear off my clothes as I entered the door. We would do it right on the living room floor, and then we would get up and do it on the couch. We would make it to the bedroom and have sex there, all this before supper. After supper, it was more of the same. I got worn out. I bought her dildos, vibrators, Ben Wang balls and anything else they had. She was insatiable.”

“God, that sounds a lot like Bill and me. I think he went on his business trip for a rest.” Amanda laughed at her little joke. “You mean it is going to get more intense, for another three months? Did mom finally get enough, when did her urges cool down?”

“Are you sure you want to hear the answer, honey?”

“What do you mean, Dad? You’re scaring me. Come on now, it had to quiet down after I was born?”

“Yes it did, for a few days. However, as she nursed you, the urges came back even stronger. Her nipples became more sensitive and sensual. For the first few weeks, we would have to have sex immediately after you finished feeding. The longer you feed, the more aroused she became. We began having sex while you were still nursing and soon, she would orgasm, just from the stimulus of you nursing.”

“Daddy, I am getting worried. I was hoping my constant state of arousal would diminish soon, but it does not look like it will. When did she return to normal, I mean not being constantly horny?”

“Amanda, I don’t know if she ever did. Our sex life was very active, up until the time she got sick. In fact, we even got involved with… ah… um… I don’t know if I should tell you.”

“Dad, after all that has happened between us and the subject of this discussion, I think you can tell me anything.”

“I guess you are right.” John replied. “Let me see, I think it started about when you were three months old. I was young, but your mother’s desire was insatiable and I could not keep up with her. Plus, she was going crazy, during the day, when I was at work. Anyway, we decided to join a swingers group.”

“You and Mom were swingers?” said an astonished Amanda. “Whom did you swing with?”

“Quite a few people, most of them you don’t know. Don’t you remember spending quite a few weekends with your grandparents when you were growing up? Those times we had a party and screwed the whole weekend. That would satisfy your mother, for a short time and I could get my batteries recharged.”

“How did she handle the day time, when you were at work? I’m finding that masturbation and dildos are not really getting rid of my urges. What did Mom do? Did she see a doctor about her urges?”

“Yes she did. He could not do anything until she stopped nursing. Then, the doctor first tried giving your mother hormone pills, but she got hot and cold flashes and she would get such a bad case of PMS she didn’t even like herself. Then he tried giving her Prozac, lithium and other drugs that were supposed to calm her down. Unfortunately, they calmed her down so much that she was so far out of it that she couldn’t care for you. Finally she told the doctor to forget about it and she would just live with it.”

How did she manage when you went to work? I find it is rough when Bill is gone and I’m so horny.”

“You remember Betty Vargas. You went to school with her daughter, Cathy. Well, your mother and Betty would get together three or four days a week for some mutual relaxation.”

“Mom, like women, she was bisexual?”

“Don’t be too critical of her, Amanda.”

“I’m not Daddy, in fact I have enjoyed the company of woman too and I did not realize how much like mother I am. Daddy, all this talk has gotten me horny, again and I can see you are also aroused, so I was thinking… that… “

“Amanda, I played with your boobs, while you masturbated, but I don’t know we should do anymore than that? After all, that is incest.”

“I know Daddy, but it is only wrong if you forced yourself upon me or if I was too young to make a rational decision for myself. Neither one of those things apply to us. I’m not cheating on Bill, he practically told you to screw me when he dropped me off this morning.”

“I thought that comment was strange when he said it, now I know how he feels. When your mother and I started having various sex partners, I felt thankful for them.”

“See, you would be doping Bill a favor. The only other reason for us not to have sex would be the fear of getting gorukle escort bayan me pregnant.” Amanda looked down at her protruding belly and laughed, “I think we can rule that out too. Daddy, please. I love you. To tell the truth, I have always had a fantasy of fucking you.”

“Amanda, such words,” said John with a chuckle. “Are you sure? This is taking our relationship to a different level.”

Amanda looked into her father’s eyes and smiled. She brought her face close to his and kissed him on the lips. It was gentle at first, then, she parted her lips and pushed her tongue into her father’s mouth. John returned the favor. Soon they were kissing very passionately, like lovers not like father and daughter. Amanda’s hand went down to her father’s hard cock straining against his boxer shorts. She ran her fingers up and down his shaft. She squeezed it; she could not wait to feel his cock inside of her. She had to have it. She moved away from her father and got on her hands and knees in front of him.

“Daddy, I am so fucking hot, I need your cock inside of me, now! I can’t wait any longer, hurry Daddy.”

Jim looked at his daughter before him. Her pregnant belly hung down almost touching the carpet. Her heavy tits, with their erect nipples, swayed slightly as she rocked back and forth. Jim could see the moisture leaking out of her pussy and running down her legs. He slipped his shorts off and moved behind his daughter. He took his cock in his hand, he hadn’t been this hard in a long while, and he realized he needed it just as bad as his horny daughter. He placed the head of his cock in the entrance to his daughter’s hot, wet pussy. Amanda gave out a soft moan. He grabbed her hips and with one push, shoved his cock all the way in her pussy.

“Oh gawd… Daddy… I have… waited… for… this… for… oh… soooo… long… It feels soooooo… gooood. Fuck… me… hard… ram… your… Stiff… hard… cock… into… me… oh… shit… that… feeeels… sooooo… goooooddd.”

John couldn’t agree more. He started pounding his stiff meat into his daughter’s hot hole. It felt so good. He did not need to pull her hips to meet his thrust. Amanda was doing that herself. She was shoving her ass back in rhythm to his thrust. A loud slapping sound was made when their body came together.

“Baby, take this,” John began to tell Amanda. “Take your Daddy’s hard cock. I am filling up your hot cunt. Can you feel me buried deep inside of you?”

“Yes, Daddy, it feels so fucking good… Fuck me faster… harder… I’m almost there… “

John picked up the pace. He knew he would not last more than a few seconds. He reached down and grabbed Amanda’s right breast and pinched the nipple hard. His other hand rubbed her clit.

“Oh… Fuckkkkk… Daddy… yes… Daddy… oh… my… gawd… Fuck… shit… I… like it… I’m… cuming… FUCCCCCKKKKKKKKK… ”

Her arms collapsed causing her head to rest on the floor, but her ass was still up in the air. Sweat was pouring off Jim. With one final thrust he shoved his cock deep into his daughter and held it there. “Fuckkk,,,, here… I cummmm… He shot his load of semen deep inside his daughter’s slippery cunt.

“Take this, baby, take Daddy’s sperm.” Again and again, he could feel his come squirting into his daughter’s cunt. When he was spent, he too collapsed on the floor aside of his daughter.

Amanda was the first one to speak. “Daddy that was not the way I imagined it would be. Although, that is the way I wanted to be fucked, at that time. Are you alright with what happened, because I am? In fact I am looking forward to having my fantasy of making love to you, come true.”

“Honey, I’m OK, I guess. I must tell the truth, I have had thoughts of you in a sexual way, but I never thought they would come true. Now that it has happened I am happy. Will Bill be upset with what has just happened between you and me?”

“Don’t you remember what he said to you about being rested up? To tell the truth, Bill and I hoped this would happen. I’ll tell you the reason why later. If I tell you now, we’ll both get so worked up we will fuck again, instead of making love. And Daddy,” Amanda said very seductively, “I want to make love to you. But first I have to pee again.”

John watched his daughter walk out of the room. Her tits were bouncing up and down, her ass cheeks swaying back and forth and a mixture of pussy juice and his cum running down her thighs. He looked at a picture of his wife, sitting on the mantle and ‘talked’ to her. “Honey, I believe you would approve of what is happening between Amanda and me. After all, you always said, if everyone agrees and it feels good, do it. Fuck what other people would think, enjoy yourself.”

Amanda came back into the room and noticed her father looking at her mother’s picture. “Are you thinking about mom? What do you think would happen if she were still alive?”

“Amanda, knowing how much your mother loved sex, she would probably nilüfer escort bayan be joining us and you would have both parents taking care of you urges.”

Amanda smiled at her father and lay down in his arms, in front of the fire. She relaxed in his arms, feeling happy and loved. She was glad they had taken their relationship to this level; she had wanted this for so long. She was just glad her father felt the same way.

“Daddy, remember all the times I would lie in your arms and we would watch the fire. I enjoyed those time so much.”

“So did I Honey,” replied John.

“Can I tell you a secret? When I was first becoming aware of my sexual urges, I use to dream you were my lover and not my father. I would imagine you would kiss me and caress me and we would make love in front of the fire.”

“Amanda, I think that is common for a young teenage girl to think of her father that way.”

“No Daddy, I am not talking about being twelve or thirteen, I felt that way in high school and even college. To be honest, Bill reminds me of you, I think that is why I fell in love with him and married him. I have always loved you, especially this way.”

Saying that, she turned to her father and kissed him on the lips. Their kiss intensified, like two lovers, instead of a daughter and a father. Their lips parted and their tongues intertwined, first in John’s mouth and then in Amanda’s. John’s hand cupped his daughter’s breast.

“Oh, that feels nice,” purred Amanda. “Daddy, make love to me.”

John laid Amanda down on the sheep’s skin rug. He continued to kiss her lips, while his hands roamed over her body. He caressed her breasts and then caressed her pregnant stomach. Moving his hands in tiny circles over her abdomen, his touch went lower and lower. Finally his fingers touched the top of her pussy. He slipped one finger inside the slit and moved downward. She was very wet, probably from a mixture of her juices and his cum, John thought. He pushed one finger and then two inside of her. Amanda moaned slightly and pressed her naked body tight against his.

John’s lips left his daughter’s luscious lips and moved to her neck. Amanda helped her father by throwing her head back, allowing easy access to her neck. John sucked and nibbled at her neck and throat, while his fingers continued to probe her love canal. He sucked and bit her earlobe, and then his tongue traced the folds on the inside of her ear. The tip of his tongue entered the opening to her ear, which set shivers throughout Amanda’s body.

“Oh Daddy, that feels good, really good,” Amanda half moaning and half whispering.

John’s other hand moved to her left breast and began a milking motion on the breast. He would start at the base and run his fingers up until he reached the nipple. There he would take the erect, pink tip and roll it between his thumb and forefinger.

Amanda’s whole body responded to her father’s caresses. It was if her breasts were direct attached to her clit. “Oh, Daddy, keep doing that it feels so good.” Amanda moved her hand down her father’s body. She rubbed his hairy chest, felt his muscles. She played with his nipples for a short time before moving her hand downward. Finally, Amanda found what she was searching for, his hard cock. She ran her hand up and down his shaft. It was so hard and so hot; it seemed to be slightly bigger than her husband’s cock. She moved her hand lower and cupped his balls; they felt warm. She handled them very gently noticing how soft they felt in her hand.

As her hand moved upward to his shaft, her father’s lips encircled the nipple on her right breast. He sucked it into his mouth and then pushed it out again. His left hand continued to play with the other breast, but now it concentrated on the nipple. The fingers that were fucking her pussy stepped up the tempo, but now his thumb rubbed her clit.

Amanda stopped playing with his cock. Her whole body was turned on. Moans began to come out of her mouth. She ground her pussy hard against her father’s hand. Amanda’s hips moved in rhythm to her father’s fingers going in and out of her cunt. Her breathing was louder and her breaths, much deeper.

“Oh… Daadddddyyyyyyy… More… Harder… She grabbed his head and pushed it hard against her breast.

John responded by sucking the nipple in his mouth, holding it in his teeth and used his tongue to move the nipple back and forth, much like a fighter does to a punching bag. He slipped another finger into her pussy and rubbed her clit with his thumb. His left hand was not caressing her left breast, really mauling it and pinching her nipple.

Amanda grabbed his head with both her hands, pushing it even harder against her breast. She moved his head in circles; it was all John could do to hang on to his daughter’s nipple.

“Oh, Fuuuuuucck… Here… I… oh… here… I… cuuummmmmmmm.” Amanda yelled and her body went into uncontrollable spasms. Her head was thrown back, her eyes bursa otele gelen escort bayan were closed and her body was shaking like she was cold.

John slowed his attention to her body, he continued to rub her clit and suck her tit, but he did it much slower and gentler. He read her body movements and he knew when to stop and take his daughter in his arms and hold her while her orgasm subsided. He watched her face, observing the different expressions she made as she came down from her orgasm. Amanda opened her eyes and saw her father’s face smiling down at her.

“Oh Daddy, that was unbelievable. You know just what buttons to push to make me come and come hard. I love you.” Amanda pulled her father’s head down to her and gave him a kiss on the lips. “That was one of my fantasies of making love with you,” said Amanda.

“What else did you fantasize about us?” Asked John?

“Here let me show you,” said Amanda. She had her father sit up with his back resting on the sofa. Amanda lay on her side on the floor. She moved her head into her father’s lap. She grabbed his semi-erect cock and began to masturbate him very slow. That made his cock stiffen, slightly. Amanda lowered her head and placed her lips on the head of his cock.

John felt the heat and moisture from her mouth and lips encircle the tip of his now fully erect cock. “Mmmmmmmmmm,” moaned John,” that feels so fucking good, Amanda”

Amanda began to lick her father’s cock, like you would lick an ice cream cone. While her tongue was licking her father’s dick, her hands gently caressed his balls. She started her tongue at the base of his cock and ran it up the entire length stopping to push the tip of her tongue inside of the pee hole located at the tip. She made sure her tongue had plenty of saliva so that it was hot and well lubricated. She did this for several minutes. She could feel her father’s dick get even harder, if that was possible.

“Damn it, you’re just like your mother when it comes to sucking dick,” John said. “You don’t just suck it, you make love to it.”

“I’m glad you are enjoying it, but I have only begun to suck,” chuckled Amanda. She took the head of his cock in her mouth again and slowly went down on her father’s shaft. She paused when the head hit the back of her throat, to get adjusted to the feeling. Then, she continued, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth and down her throat until her lips touched the base of his cock. A low moan escaped from John’s lips and his body relaxed totally. Amanda allowed the hard cock to slowly slip from her lips as she lifted her head. When the head of John’s cock was about to slip from her lips, she lowered her head quickly and in one swift motion took all of her father’s cock into her mouth until he was again buried up to his balls.

She continued to deep-throat her father’s cock, while she played with his balls. After a few minutes she could feel his balls tightening and twitching, she knew he was about to come. This caused her to increases the pace of her cock sucking.

“Oh fuck, Baby, that feels good. Keep doing it, play with my balls more

John thrust his hips into his daughter’s face. No longer was he just lying there, he began to fuck his daughter’s mouth. Amanda realized what he wanted to do and stopped moving her head, she allowed her father to fuck her mouth.

, Shit I’m going to come. I’m going to fill your mouth with my come. Here… Here… I… I… cummmm, Oh… Fuck… shit… take this… this… feels… soooooo… Fucking… gooodddd.”

John grabbed his daughter’s head in both hands and thrust his cock into her mouth. The first stream of come hit the back of her throat. The next one hit the roof of her mouth. Amanda tried to swallow her father’s cum, but it is difficult to do, especially while a hard cock is being shoved in and out of you mouth. With one last thrust, John shot the last of his hot come into Amanda’s mouth. Being totally spent, his body went limp and he crashed against the sofa.

“Daddy, I am so glad you like it,” Amanda said as she swallowed the last of her father’s sperm. “That takes care of fantasy number two.” John, just raised his head, looked at Amanda, smiled and his head dropped back on the couch. Amanda cuddled with her father in front of the fire, pressing her naked body onto his.

After a few minutes, John regained control of his body and mind. He looked down at his daughter, who was very comfortable lying against him. “Amanda honey, that was fantastic. Where did you learn how to deep throat a cock like that?”

“It took a lot of practice with cucumbers, when I was in high school and you were not around. Mom use to tell me, you should always learn how to make a man happy, that way you can get them to do anything you want. I don’t know if she meant sex, after all I was only ten years old when she told me, but I took it to mean that when I got older. Hearing you talk about mom and her desires, I know she meant sex. Anyway, when I found out how much guys like blow jobs, I decided to practice and blow their minds; forgive the pun.” John and Amanda both laughed at her joke. “No one had ever complained,” Said Amanda, “and I get everything I want.”

“One other question, you said that was fantasy number two. How many fantasies do you have involving me?” Asked John?

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

© Copyright 2020. All Rights Reserved

istanbul travesti istanbul travesti istanbul travesti ankara travesti Moda Melanj kuşadası escort bayan bursa escort escort escort escort travestileri travestileri otele gelen escort beşiktaş escort beylikdüzü escort ankara escort istanbul escort Hacklink Hacklink panel Hacklink panel ankara escort Ankara escort bayan Ankara Escort Ankara Escort Rus Escort Eryaman Escort Etlik Escort Sincan Escort Çankaya Escort hurilerim.com Escort kırklareli escort kırşehir escort kocaeli escort konya escort kütahya escort malatya escort manisa escort maraş escort mardin escort mersin escort beylikdüzü escort antalya rus escort escort keçiören escort etlik escort çankaya escort mamasiki.com bucur.net hayvanca.net lazimlik.net cidden.net Escort bayan Escort bayan escortsme.com anadoluyakasikadin.com kadikoykadin.com atasehirkadin.com umraniyekadin.com bostancikadin.com maltepekadin.com pendikkadin.com kurtkoykadin.com kartalkadin.com istanbulspor.net şişli escort istanbul escort mecidiyeköy escort beşiktaş escort taksim escort fındıkzade escort çapa escort fatih escort topkapı escort escort şişli escort bayan bayrampaşa escort merter escort escort mecidiyeköy bursa escort warez forum Bonus veren siteler Deneme bonusu veren siteler 2025 ankara travesti By Casino bursa escort görükle escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort bursa escort kayseri escort kuşadası escort kocaeli escort konya escort kütahya escort manisa escort mardin escort mersin escort muğla escort nevşehir escort rize escort sakarya escort samsun escort şanlıurfa escort sivas escort tekirdağ escort trabzon escort tunceli escort uşak escort van escort yalova escort çorlu escort gebze escort gümüşhane escort izmir escort kilis escort kırklareli escort karabük escort karaman escort kars escort kıbrıs escort kırşehir escort malatya escort niğde escort ordu escort osmaniye escort sinop escort tokat escort yozgat escort zonguldak escort