A Very Discreet Whore Ch. 02

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Chapter II Testing the Market

Beverley’s decision to become a prostitute had been easily made. But how was she to put it into practice? There were no formal night school classes she could attend, with the possible exception pole dancing and belly dancing and there was no question of her standing in a doorway dressed like a tart and inviting men to have her up against a wall for ten minutes. She intended to be a very discreet and expensive whore; if someone wanted to pay her a lot of money to behave like a backstreet tart that was another matter. It was not the sex that was the problem; Beverley was well versed in the things that men like to do with women and was quite happy to rely on her natural instincts. Quite simply she needed a business plan. She needed to advertise her services, establish a scale of charges and acquire a list of satisfied customers in every sense of the word.

She looked at the small ads in the local newspaper and consulted the on-line personal services websites. When she spoke to Graham about it, he confessed that he had once paid a young London University student £250 to let him take nude photographs of her and to have sex with her. After Beverley had got over her mild indignation, he told her he had written a short account of what happened. He offered to send it to her with some photographs.

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Graham’s story of his encounter with an amateur prostitute

One time when you were away on holiday with your sister; I got in touch with Laura, a nineteen year old London University student looking to supplement her meager student grant by glamour and nude modeling. After an exchange of emails she sent me some photograph and told me that she charged £60 an hour plus travelling expenses.

The photographs showed a very attracted dark haired girl of medium height posing provocatively in scanty lingerie which revealed that she had a very sexy body and magnificent breasts. After several further exchanges of emails, I sent her a cheque for £100 as a deposit plus travelling expenses and arranged to pick her up at the railway station later that week. She arrived wearing a short red skirt revealing shapely legs and thighs and a white buttoned up blouse covered by a black casual jacket.

So that there would be no misunderstanding I immediately told her that I was not a professional photographer. Laura was quite unconcerned apparently none of her customers were professionals. She told me that lots of students were marginally involved in the sex industry: modeling, pole dancing and striptease, massage parlours, escort agencies even a bit of prostitution. It was considered a much better option than waiting on tables at MacDonald’s on Saturday night when the pubs turn out and it paid a lot more too. She concluded by saying she was quite flexible about what she was prepared to do. I took this to be a coded message that she was available for sex.

Once we were back at home I offered her a cup of coffee and then we set to work She opened her case and spilled out her lingerie onto the couch and invited me to choose what she should wear. I selected a white basque, white stockings, white bikini knickers and black four inch stilettos from her wardrobe. She began to undress as I left to fetch my camera. By the time I returned she was almost ready and asked me to fasten the clips on her basque.

She looked delectable. Her dark black hair and vivid red lipstick perfectly complemented her white lingerie. I quickly obtained numerous shots of her standing sitting and lying on our large stone fireplace. For the next set of photos I chose a black half cup bra with matching mini briefs and black stockings and suspenders. Then, throwing caution to the wind, I told her to forget about the knickers and bra. Soon she was standing in front of me virtually naked. Her beautiful breasts kuşadası escort jutted out firmly without the restraint of her bra; she had beautiful hips a shaven pubis and long elegant shapely legs. God how I wanted to fuck her! I began photographing her again as she struck various poses. Without waiting to be asked she spread her legs wide to display her vagina for me; using her fingers to ensure it was wide open. She must have been aware of my erection bulging beneath my clothes.

Now I suggested we go up to the bedroom where I took a further series of provocative photographs of her lying and kneeling on the bed. Finally I asked her to take off her stockings and suspenders and photographed her nude. Afterwards we went out into the garden. She posed on the lawn, sitting on the patio and in amongst the shrubbery. I noticed that an hour had already passed and agreed to pay her for a further hour. We took a short break.

Back in the house she slipped on her flimsy dressing gown and accepted a glass of wine from me and asked what we would be doing for the next hour. Without any prompting from me she coolly asked me if I wanted to fuck her. When I said yes, she said it would cost me a further £80.

We returned to the bedroom. Laura lay naked on the bed and watched me undress. At my request she straddled me and began to fuck me while I played with her tits. Her cunt was tight and juicy. I managed to last just over five minutes before having a very pleasurable orgasm; afterwards we lay together resting, side by side on the bed. She began to play with my cock which quickly stirred into life. Soon I was fully erect again. She told me to stand up and then knelt down in front of me and began to suck my cock. Her mouth felt warm and inviting as she took four inches of my erection into her mouth. A tense erotic silence ensued as she busily sucked my cock. Five minutes later I ejaculated in her mouth.

Afterwards Laura asked if I wanted to fuck her again before she took a shower. I told her I needed ten minute or so to recharge my libido. We returned naked to the kitchen for more wine and Laura offered me a blue pill from her handbag. She leaned casually against the breakfast bar and watched as my cock grew to a full state of arousal again. I asked her to bend forward over the breakfast bar and I entered her from the rear and began to fuck her. I was more under control now and fucked her steadily for more than ten minutes. As I ejaculated she cried out with pleasure and I felt her orgasmic spasms gripping my cock. I was pleased that I had finally managed to give her some sexual satisfaction.

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Beverley soon realised that her mild annoyance at Graham’s secret liaison with a young woman was misplaced. Their lives had moved on significantly. At least now she had some idea of the market rate for sexual services albeit several years ago. She was also interested in the idea of advertising her services as a photographic model as a prelude to sex.

The next day Beverley determined to conduct some live market research. Through an item on the business pages of a newspaper she had discovered that a business conference was taking place at a large hotel in a town about twenty-five miles away.

That evening dressed in a smart business suit and armed with a briefcase she drove to the hotel and sat alone at a table in the bar, apparently studying her papers and sipping a drink. After about twenty minutes a waiter came over to her table with a fresh drink and told her that it was with the compliments of two gentlemen sitting at the bar. After acknowledging their presence with a smile she sat sipping her drink and staring into space. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed that the two men were approaching her table.

‘You look rather lonely here, may we join you?’ one of them asked. Beverley nodded her assent. They introduced themselves as Bill and Eric. For no particular reason, except that it was her sister’s name, Beverley informed them her name was Susan. She crossed her legs taking care to show plenty of thighs and observed them eyeing her up. They still weren’t quite sure if she was a prostitute.

‘We were wondering if you would like to join us for a private drink upstairs in the bedroom,’ Eric said tentatively.

‘And why would I want to do that?’ Beverley asked coolly. An expression of relief spread across her two companions’ faces; she hadn’t reacted with outrage. Now they were fairly certain she was a prostitute.

‘Isn’t that the sort of thing woman like you do?’ Bill chipped in.

‘Possibly,’ Beverley replied but I’m a very expensive whore.’

‘How much do you charge?’ Eric asked.

‘That rather depends what you want me to do,’ Beverley responded evasively.

‘Well most girls charge about £200,’ Eric countered.

‘I take it you mean £200 each,’ Beverley replied, relieved that real money was finally being discussed. She decided to make a speculative play. ‘I’ll come upstairs with you both for two hours for £600,’ she replied, ‘but no rough stuff, no buggery and no photography. I don’t want photographs of you two fucking me all over the internet.’

Beverley was amazed when her two companions agreed; she had been prepared to be beaten down to £450. As the two men stood up she remained seated.

‘Cash in advance, please.’

After a token show of resistance the two men went off to find a cash machine. While they were away Beverley went into reception and asked for a large manila envelope and purchased a book of stamps. She addressed the envelope to herself at Brian’s flat. Soon Bill and Eric returned with three slim packs of notes. After discreetly checking that each pack contained ten £20 notes she stuffed them into the envelope and sealed it. Finally she followed them out of the room, pausing only to post her letter at reception.

Beverley studied her companions as they rode up in the lift to the fourth floor. They were conventional middle rank managers attending a boring irrelevant conference and eager to take the opportunity to have some fun while away from home. Beverley glanced at her watch as they stood aside to let her enter the bedroom; it was eight-o-clock. She was mildly amused at the pretence of decorum that their politeness implied; in ten minutes she expected to be lying on her back with her legs wide open.

It was a large five star double bedroom with an adjacent well appointed bathroom; perhaps she was wrong about their status; this was senior management accommodation. No wonder they hadn’t argued about her £600 fee; it would probably be going on their expenses. Beverley excused herself and retired to the bathroom. She undressed and took a shower. Afterwards she groomed herself carefully before putting on the expensive exotic underwear that she had brought with her.

Back in the bedroom the two men had begun to undress and the appearance of Beverley in her lingerie accelerated the process. Once the men were naked Beverley was struck by their powerful athletic appearance. Either one of them would have been able to totally overpower her if he wanted to. For the first time she felt a frisson of fear mingled with sexual excitement. She was sure she would enjoy being fucked by them; but there was no escaping the fact that she was alone in a bedroom with two rampant naked men who were complete strangers. Beverley unclipped her bra and through it aside and then removed her miniscule knickers.

‘I assume you guys want me to keep my stockings and suspenders on? Most men seem to prefer it that way.’ She looked at them expectantly. ‘Well guys, I’m all yours for the next two hours. You can do pretty well anything you like with me. I’ll suck you off or you can come on my face or use my tits to masturbate with or anything else that takes your fancy.’

While the businessmen pondered this cornucopia of sexual delights, Beverley knelt down in front of Eric and took his cock in her mouth. She reflected that a few months ago she didn’t even like to suck her husband’s cock, never mind a complete stranger’s. Eric moaned and writhed with the exquisite pleasure of Beverley’s oral caresses and it wasn’t long before he filled her mouth with his warm semen. She opened her mouth to show him, before swallowing the sticky white emulsion. Remaining on her knees, the edged towards Bill and gave him the same delicious stimulation. As he came to frenzied climax he withdrew his cock from her mouth and sprayed his ejaculation all over her face from a distance of no more than two inches.

‘You really are a very very good whore,’ Bill said appreciatively as he watched his semen oozing down her face and dripping off her chin. ‘How long have you been doing this?’

‘That’s a trade secret,’ Beverley replied unwilling to tell them that they were her first paying customers.

After a brief visit to the bathroom to wash her face Beverley lay propped up on the bed and waited for her companions’ lust to stir back to life. To provide some additional stimulation for them she drew up her knees and spread her legs apart so that they could see the clear state of arousal of her completely bare cunt.

Once again Eric took the lead. As he approached the bed Beverley reflected on how aesthetically pleasing the appearance of a fully erect naked male was. Until comparatively recently the only cock with which she had been intimately acquainted was her husband’s. She used to take pleasure in handling his beautiful prick which she had assumed was much the same shape for every man. But in recent months she had discovered that, rather like women’s tits, cocks came in all shapes and sizes. Eric’s seemed to be about eight inches long, circumcised and of a very pleasing shape with a straight shaft with a well defined cap which would rub pleasingly against her clitoris.

As Eric inserted his cock into her cunt and began to fuck her she remembered that he was paying her and that her sexual needs were secondary. She sighed and moaned and writhed and uttered the occasional obscenity to encourage him into thinking that he was giving her a very good time. Inevitably he came without her having an orgasm.

Bill wanted to have her standing up against the door. He had a theory that women had evolved with long legs specifically so that they could have sexual intercourse in the standing position. His cock did seem to fit conveniently into her cunt but Beverley suspected he was having a fantasy about fucking a tart up against a wall in a backstreet. Who was she to spoil his fantasy?

During the next two hours her two companions made full use of her body although she was unable to remember exactly how many times each of them had ‘come’ in or on her body. While Beverley hadn’t had an orgasm herself she had quite enjoyed servicing her clients. When she finally retired to the bathroom to shower and dress she felt rather like a marathon runner at the end of a race; very pleasantly tired and utterly relaxed.

The two men had been very pleased with her performance and indicated that they would like to contact her again when they had a special client they were anxious to please. She felt quite virtuous about the prospect of boosting the export market and the country’s GDP; fornicating for Britain no less!

Beverley was home well before midnight and spent a pleasant half hour soaking in the bath and making mental calculations about how much she would be able to earn through a life of sin. Prudently she hadn’t yet given in her notice at the library although they were aware that she was considering doing so.

To be continued.

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A Lunch Time Special

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I sat with my back to the window eating my lunch. I had been invited out by my parents as I had not spent any time with them in a few weeks. I was sipping at my coke when I saw her walk in.

She was accompanied by her man I could not tell if they were married. I really did not care. Her dark hair was shoulder length as it cascaded onto her bare shinny flesh. She looked around the diner before sitting two tables away facing me.

Her legs were bare beneath her navy blue mini skirt and her freshly painted toes sparkled in her sandals. Her light blue top fell off her shoulders revealing her soft glowing skin. Her man was balding and obviously not paying a lot of attention to her as he looked around the room. She smiled at me as our eyes met. I returned the politeness.

She sat with her hand in her lap as they waited for their food to arrive. Several times she glanced over at me, trying to catch my eye. Every time her man was distracted she peeked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of me. I liked the attention so I peeked back.

Looking over my father’s shoulder I caught a look of her crossing her legs and tucking her hand between them. When I was able to fully look again, she was looking up at me with her head lowered. She quickly looked back at her man as she pulled her hand out from obstructing my view.

My eyes shot straight for her skirt hem, driving upwards to the sight of complete pink. She paused for a moment before sliding her legs closed and swinging her head around looking to see if I had witnessed her movements. I looked her in the eyes and smirked as she turned away quickly. It was a real life Basic Instinct moment.

Several times during the meal she moved her legs trying to find a comfortable position before settling on leaving them slightly agape. The view was tremendous. I could see she was not wearing panties and had shaved herself clean. From my view it appeared she had shaved recently, probably this morning. Each time she shifted in her chair she flashed me a little more until her legs were no longer crossed and neither was my view.

Her pussy lips were pouty as they pushed away from her body with excitement. It was obvious to me that she was well aware of her taunting me. I received confirmation when her hand slid under the table to touch her pussy as she glanced over at me catching my eye as I tried to look away.

She rubbed her pussy lips several times as she spoke to her man and ate her food. She had great skill and practice as her man never looked around at all. He was completely absorbed in his food and the conversation. I continued to eat as I watched her stroke herself for me.

At one point it appeared she was saying something funny as she tilted back in her chair. Soon I realized that the laughter was a cover for her to push her middle finger deep into her pussy. Deeper in to the pink darkness her finger sank. She rocked back several times in apparent laughter as she finger fucked her self in the middle of the restaurant and in front of me. Near the end of their comedic interlude she looked at me and pumped herself hard as her eyes rolled back into her head. Opening her eyes I was locked in to her gaze.

As her man turned to talk to the waitress she pulled her glistening finger from her pussy and reached for her sandwich. As she picked it up I could see her juices on her finger as they rested on top of the food. She readjusted her grip on the sandwich several times, effectively wiping her juices onto the food. As his attention returned to the table she continued to eat, putting down the sandwich she licked her fingers clean. She spent a few moments licking her middle finger clean.

It was then that the waitress returned to the table to speak to him again. Her hand dove under the table as she kuşadası escort spread her legs during this distraction. Her glistening juices were visible from where I sat. Her hand roamed all over her pussy, rubbing her juices with her entire hand. It did not take long before she was pushing her fingers back inside. This time she inserted two to start and quickly moved to three.

I was stunned. This woman was fucking herself right here in this restaurant. I was having trouble controlling my hard on. I could feel it growing in my shorts. I was quickly not interested in eating much more. At least not eating my food, but hers looked really good. As our eyes met again I could not resist squeezing my cock as I licked my lips. A huge smile broke out across her face. A slightly pained look, but I think I knew why.

I adjusted my shorts making a gap in my pant leg. I could see her nodding her head. I assumed it was at me and not at something her man was saying. So I adjusted in my seat and pulled my underwear to the side, letting my cock slide out in to my pant leg. I rested my hand on it and pushed it out into the air.

Her mouth fell open as she stared at my cock for what felt like minutes. She gulped deeply and started rocking in her chair again. This time she was pounding her pussy with all three fingers. A couple of times she leaned back and forced her fingers in as hard as she could. The muscle in her fore arm flexed as she pushed hard into her glistening pussy. Using my left hand I gently rubbed my hard cock, moving the skin back and forth as I slowly jerked myself off.

This was about as much as she could take. I could see the skin on her neck was becoming flushed and red. She gestured towards her man as he laughed along with her. Her movements became more pronounced and she sunk her fingers into her pussy and fiddled with her clit with her thumb. Her man excused himself as he placed his napkin on the table and headed for the bathroom. She glanced over her shoulder as he left only to spin around and put both hands under the table.

She opened her legs and rubbed her clit with her left hand and she hastened her pace in pumping her pussy. She stared at me as she was furiously aggressive with her clit. Her forth finger disappeared into her snatch. I watched as the blood in her face became more apparent. I slid my cock out of my shorts, leaving it completely exposed to her while she came. I gently rubbed it as I did not want to shoot all over the floor.

Her head leaned back and her mouth fell open as her orgasm overtook her. Slowly her head rolled forward and she stared at me, eyes fluttering as she watched me watching her cum. She stayed like that for a few minutes before she removed her hands from her pussy and rested them on the table. Her right hand went to her mouth, one finger at a time. I nearly blew my load as I watched her clean her fingers. She savored each and every finger as she tasted her pussy.

Her pussy was now red from the violent attack it had just received. Her juices dripped out of her and disappeared from view. I assumed that they were running down to her anus making it all wet as well. She took several deep breaths as she flashed a smile towards me. I tucked my cock back into my shorts with great difficulty.

Moments later her man returned to the table and they resumed their conversation. The waitress approached their table to bring them a refill of their drinks. She paused for a moment as the scent of the woman caught her nose. She looked at the woman for a moment before walking away. The woman made no acknowledgement that the waitress had even spoken to her. Now she was only interested in what her man had to say.

I was feeling particularly randy at the moment and I needed to release quite badly. So I took the only option available to me. I got up from my chair and headed for the bathroom feigning an upset stomach. As I entered the bathroom I noticed it was a unisex bathroom. By this I mean there was a not separate bathroom for each gender, only one. I turned to lock the door only to find a doorknob that pushed in to lock. Not very secure in the least. It was better than nothing.

I stepped into the stall and leaned against the wall and dropped my shorts to my ankles. I pulled out my slightly wilted manhood and started to rub it with my left hand. I closed my eyes as I fantasized about the girl in the restaurant. I thought about how her face reddened as she neared her orgasm. I thought about how tasty her bald pussy would be. The smell filled my nostrils as I slowly pumped my now hard cock. I was enjoying myself when I felt the stall door pull open.

Horrified, I stood in the bathroom with my cock in my hand and shorts around my ankles. To my surprise the waitress stepped in and pulled the door closed behind her. Without a word she dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. She sucked me so hard I felt the skin was going to come off. Her free hand stroked my balls, rubbing them together and against my body as her mouth took in all of my cock. Looking down I stumbled with my words in disbelief.

She raised a hand to silence me before she unbuttoned her shirt and pulled down her bra. Her B cup tits jumped out, firm with protruding dark little nipples. Her hand pulled mine to her chest. I quickly rubbed her nipples in my fingers, as I love hard nipples. I watched as her mouth bobbed up and down on my cock. For some reason I was beyond my threshold, but still did not cum. I was watching her touch my legs and felt her run her hands over my ass. This girl loved having cock in her mouth and I was glad it was mine. She straightened her legs without missing a beat as she undid her apron and pulled down her black pants.

In the mirror I could now see the black lace boy shorts she was sporting. They were crawling up her ass exposing her full plump checks. I could see her fingers rubbing through her legs in long well intended strokes.

Her hand moved from my shaft and rubbed my balls towards my back. Her hand slid between my legs and felt my ass checks as she slid her fingers down between my cheeks. She paused at my asshole to gently push on it before she mashed my balls with her palm. She did this for a few minutes as she controlled the entire experience. I was perfectly ok with letting her.

While I was totally enjoying myself she switched hands without me realizing. Suddenly, I felt a wet slimy finger rubbing my asshole. She circled it with care before gently pushing it into my butt. I started to convulse as she pumped into my ass as she sucked my cock deep into my throat. I had no experience with anal play, but I was willing to see where this went. A groan escaped my lips as I tried to settle into this new feeling. My breathing became raged and shortened. I felt my cock pulsate in her throat.

The throbbing of my cock made her force as much of me as she could down her throat. She started to gag as she pulled back only to slam her head down again forcing her nose against my pubic bone. She was forcing herself to gag on my cock. It really turned me on. I could see in the mirror that she had pulled down her panties and was fingering her own ass in time with mine. Her asshole shone with all of her juices she had rubbed against it.

After several more gags and full fingering in both of our asses she quickly pulled off my cock and removed her fingers. I stared at her for a moment before she spun around and bent over the toilet placing her one hand against the wall and the other kept rubbing her pussy. I did not need to be told what to do next. That part was the easiest.

My natural instinct kicked in as I approached her sopping pussy pushing my rock hard cock into her. In one single stroke I buried my entire length into her gripping pussy. I dug my fingers into her ass as I pulled out only to pound into her as hard as I could. I pounded her pussy as she moaned gently. I was amazing myself at my staying power. Normally, two minutes of head and I am ready to blow, but this was different.

I felt insatiable as I continued to thrust into her pussy. I could feel her fingers around my shaft as she held my cock through every stroke. I had hit a rhythm and was pumping hard when she leaned forward, forcing me out of her pussy.

Before I could say a word she had lined up my cock with her little brown rosebud and was pushing her full heart shaped ass backwards, forcing me to fuck her. Now a definite groan escaped her lips when I pushed my cock deep up her ass. The juice from her pussy coated my cock allowing it to slide right in.

“Fuck yeah that’s it,” she said. “Now don’t stop until you fill my ass with cum, got it?

All I could do was nod and start to comply. I stepped out of my shorts and underwear and leaned in to her ass and started pumping. Several times I felt I was going to shoot so I slowed down so I could try to make it last as long as possible. In what seemed like and hour of pounding her little asshole, I found that I was rapidly running out of control and I had to cum soon.

She braced herself against the wall as the intensity of my thrusts became more severe. I slammed my cock into her puckering anus for all I was worth. Her finger tips flicked my balls as I held my cock deep inside her. Her soft round ass cushioned my hips as my hips forced myself against her. I could feel my orgasm coming rapidly. It was the biggest orgasm I had ever had. I started to quiver all over and became light headed. She groaned loudly herself as I felt her asshole squeeze my hardness.

Subconsciously, I pumped twice more as I unloaded every dribble of cum I had into her willing body. I held her close as I finished fucking her as she orgasmed with an abrupt push backwards into me. She kept my cock inside her as best as possible, but after a few seconds my shot made it slide back out.

Her hand darted between her legs and scooped up as much shot as she could before moving it to her mouth and eating it all. Turning in her spot she grabbed my cock and sucked it all in. The sensations were good, but it started to tickle as she licked every drop of cum off of me. My wilted member easily slid into her throat. She sucked hard again refusing to let the blood retreat from my cock, but it was too late.

Leaning back against the wall I stood with my now limp cock swinging in front of her eyes. She smiled and breathed depth as she relaxed for a moment, her panties still around her knees.

“Lunch is on me,” she said, “as long as you promise to come back and flash me your cock again. I work every day.”

I readily agreed to make it back as soon as I could and I would be more than happy to flash her as I put back on my shorts and moved to the sink to wash my hands. She stood with her pants down still breathing heavily as I exited the bathroom. I heard the door lock behind me. I walked back to the table only to find my parents getting ready to go.

“You must not be feeling well, son lets go home,” said Dad.

“That sounds great, I saw the waitress back there so I paid the bill, so we can go,” I replied.

As I opened the door I looked back into the restaurant. To my surprise the first flashing girl was still there. She winked at me in a quick glance as I scanned the room. I smiled back and headed out the door for my car. I needed to check my schedule to find when I could return. I have never been into liquid lunches, but this kind of liquid lunch I could handle every day.

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A Dare Gone TOTALLY Right Ch. 01

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So, my fellow readers, here is the story: My girlfriend, Marissa, and I (Tiffany) were bored and decided to search the Internet for something different so I typed in “erotic dares”. Truth or dare had always been a big part of anybody’s life but this brought the game to a whole new level. What caught my attention was that one of the girls decided to not to wear underwear or a skirt while she worked at night in a pay toll booth. Marissa had fabricated her own dare in her mind and dared me to go without panties for a day as we went to normally crowded places. I decided to take on the dare. My girlfriend left that night saying she was going to let me choose what I wore and that she would meet early tomorrow morning to make sure I was in uniform. She hinted to wear something very sexy and revealing so that it would make the dare more interesting. So I stripped off my clothes and went to bed naked very horny for what tomorrow would bring.

So I woke up that morning very horny and decided to masturbate a few times. That was the best masturbation I have had in a long time and I couldn’t have been hornier for görükle escort the dare. I got up, took a shower, walked around the apartment with the towel around my neck and had some breakfast. I then looked for the shortest skirt that I owned which covered only half my butt and barely covered my pussy when I stood still. “I said oh this is going to be perfect,” I said giggling to myself. It was schoolgirl plaid and today’s weather called for a 25 mph wind so I definitely thought this was going to be a tough experience where I couldn’t let my guard down. I looked for a cute turtleneck that matched and looked in the mirror and thought, “Damn I am a hot school girl again. I definitely think I’m going to turn a few heads” and giggled to myself a bit. The doorbell rang and I answered it to see my girlfriend in a police outfit saying:

“You’re under arrest for indecent exposure” saying pulling up my skirt exposing my shaved pussy and giggling. I pull my skirt back down and invite her inside. You mind if I steal some clothing. I am going to pass walking around in this outfit in the mall.” She strips, bursa sınırsız escort bayan exposing the fact that she was without undergarments as well. “I’ll borrow a thong and bra since I know you won’t be using them anyways,” she says with a good laugh and a very cute wink. “Good selection the turtleneck with that skirt. That was the skirt from catholic school days right? It was probably longer on you back then,” she says laughing again as it does cover little to nothing and she gives my exposed, plump butt a good slap. “But seriously it’s a very windy day, love. You sure you’re going to be alright? We can do this a different time.”

“No baby I definitely think this would be a great experience for us both.” I say with a wink and trying to pull down my skirt a bit to adjust my butt so it’s not sticking out too much.

“So are you ready then?” she says as she opens the door. The wind pours in and blows my skirt up exposing my wet pussy again. I think to myself I definitely got to be more careful. We get in her car and we drive off. I feel bursa otele gelen escort bayan myself getting wet with anticipation of what is to come and all the indecent things I am going to be doing with the help of Marissa, my partner in crime. “Hey you are dripping on my leather seats, baby?” I look and to my surprise my erotic fantasies have gotten the best of me. She pulls the car over and eats my pussy out before I even have the time to react.

“No stop! Not right here baby,” I say and try to fight to desires and lusts of her tongue pleasuring me. She only strengthens her resolve and pinches my clit. I know I am really moaning loud and I was lucky we were in such an empty park because someone might have called the cops thinking something worse was happening. I finally cum all over her seat and say, “I’ll clean that up later.”

“No, you’ll clean that up now,” she says opening my door with a big smirk. “This is our first stop, babe. So be sure to really bend over when cleaning your love juices up.” I know anyone behind me got a really good look at my swollen pussy lips and plump ass.

“Can I get back in the car now, baby?” I ask with a very cute sad face. She confirms the seat to be dry and clean and invites me back in. We then head off to the much more populated places and to the much more erotic pleasures. I think that the erotic pleasures that today will bring will not come close to anything I have done before.

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A Fantasy Too Far

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All characters are over 18.

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“I had no idea that sort of thing turned you on!” Mike said after his wife’s revelation over Saturday evening dinner.

“It’s just fantasy, not real,” Sarah said, blushing bright red, wishing she hadn’t told him. “Anyway, what’s your fantasy?”

“I want to hear more about yours first,” he pressed. “You mean you want to be seen naked in public?”

“NO! Definitely not, it’s just the thrill of being naked in a public place that’s exciting, the risk of being caught,” she explained. “Especially if the situation is out of my control, like being locked out of the house in nothing but a towel or something. Like I said, it’s just a fantasy, maybe we could roleplay something in the bedroom later?” she smiled.

“Oh yes!” he agreed.

“So…what’s yours?”

“Well, I wasn’t sure, but now I think my own kink is helping you with yours!” he grinned.

“Really? Like what?”

“How about this: I tie you stark naked to the front of the Jeep, then drive around the farm?” In truth, it wasn’t the first time he’d fantasised about doing just that.

“That’s hot!” Sarah agreed. “Let’s go and roleplay it,” then took him by the hand and led him up to bed.

***

Upstairs, the excited couple roleplayed her being stripped and mounted to the front of their Jeep, and when they awoke next morning, Mike made a daring suggestion to his sleepy wife: “I’ve been thinking, sweetheart,” he said as he gently shook her. “Let’s actually carry out your fantasy for real!”

“Wh…what?” she replied groggily. “Me naked on the front of the Jeep, you mean? No way!”

“Yes, and I’ll drive around a route so you won’t be seen. Let’s do a dry run after breakfast, then you decide if you want to or not, okay?”

“Okay. It would be a turn-on – imagine if someone saw me.”

“We’ll keep away from the public parts, and it’ll only take a few minutes.”

“Okay, we’ll do a dry run. No promises.”

***

So as planned, farmer Mike (39) and his 36-year-old wife sat in their dark green Jeep Wrangler and drove along a route around their 200-acre farm that avoided being viewed from any public road, public footpaths, or other farms’ fields. During weekdays and on Saturdays, both Mike on the farm and Sarah in her farm shop adjacent to their farmhouse, would have helpers on-site, but they didn’t work Sundays, so knew they would have the whole farm to themselves.

“Well?” Mike asked after parking the Jeep back outside the farmhouse. “Shall we dare?”

Sarah bit her lip, thinking for several seconds. Then a broad grin spread across her face. “Yes, let’s do it!”

“That’s great, it’ll be so sexy. I’ll find some rope and we’ll do it mid-afternoon, alright?”

“Okay,” Sarah agreed, then exited the vehicle and surveyed its bonnet, imagining herself spread naked on it, becoming moist.

Mike collected together everything he’d need for their plan. This included a homemade gag, as what he’d failed to disclose to his wife was that his own kink extended much further than her own, and he aimed to make her risk of exposure much greater than she would ever dare. He planned to gag her somehow, so he couldn’t hear her complaining (which she definitely would).

He even arranged for a couple of brothers who worked for him to turn up about half an hour after they’d planned to begin their erotic drive. He told them it was to discuss harvesting. The thought of their employees seeing Sarah nude was a huge turn-on; he was hard just thinking about it.

***

That afternoon was warm and sunny. Mike parked the Jeep in front of their farmhouse and wound down both the driver and passenger windows. Sarah left the house and joined her husband next to the vehicle. “I can’t believe I’m doing this!” she exclaimed as she nervously stripped. Once completely naked, she rolled all of her clothing up and gave it to Mike. She stood hesitating, very self-conscious at being outside fully undressed, and covered her nudity with her hands and arms despite only her husband being present.

“Ready?” Mike prompted. Sarah nodded, then climbed carefully onto the bonnet and lay supine with her head just below the windscreen. It was the sexiest thing he had ever witnessed as he watched his gorgeous 5′ 6″ slim wife, with auburn, shoulder-length hair, lying on their Jeep as naked as the day she was born. Shaking with sexual excitement, he secured her wrists tightly in place with narrow rope, attaching them to the door mirrors, and then tied her ankles to the bumper. This forced her legs wide apart, so that her labia was fully exposed to anyone viewing her from the front of the vehicle. “Okay, now really try and escape,” he instructed her.

Sarah attempted unsuccessfully to free herself, but her husband had bound her good and proper. “Oh my God, this is such a turn-on,” she gasped. “I don’t normally like being trapped, but this is SO hot!” Mike couldn’t believe how sexy, vulnerable and exposed she looked mounted on the front of their vehicle like that – or even that she’d actually agreed to it in the first place! She was normally very demure, https://bursali.org and had not given him any indication of her sexual fantasy in the five years of their marriage. In fact he’d brought up the question of kinks because he felt their sex life need spicing-up; well this certainly fits that bill, he thought.

Realising that this was really happening, and she was about to be driven around fully presented like that, Sarah lost a little of her bravado. “If I say stop, you’ve got to stop right away and let me go, okay?”

“Of course,” he lied.

“You’ve got my clothes, yes?” she asked nervously. “Put them on the passenger seat.”

“Right here.” He held up her rolled-up clothing, which he placed temporarily on the roof. “Actually, one more thing I forgot…” and leaning over, he produced a piece of white fabric wound into a sort of rope, with a knot in its middle. Sarah looked at it quizzically, but realised too late that it was a gag. She was about to protest when Mike forced the knot into her opened mouth and secured it tightly around her head.

Sarah looked wide-eyed in shock at her husband, only able to make muffled grunting noises as he proceeded to use his mobile phone to photograph her from various angles. Mike knew she would definitely NOT have agreed to the photo session; she’d refused to even allow him to take photos of her in her underwear in the past. As well as tasteful snaps that just showed her side-on buttocks and breasts, he took several explicit photos from the front that showed her perfect, pert breasts (not overly large, but definitely not too small), and neatly trimmed mons with a small patch of dark pubic hair above her labia (slightly parted to reveal her clitoris, due to her legs being stretched wide apart). She tried in vain to close her legs as Mike moved the camera between her thighs for a close-up of her sex. She resolved to make Mike delete all of the photos once freed.

It was a massive turn-on for Mike having total control of his wife’s exposure, and that if he simply left her like that, two of their farmhands would soon happen upon her! Out of her field of vision, Mike then locked her roll of clothes in their porch and continued with his plan. “Off we go then!” he announced as he jumped in the driver’s seat and started the engine. Sarah was well aware that there was now no way she could inform her husband that she wanted to stop (which was right then!) – she was totally at his mercy. She tried to shake her head and grunt to let him know she’d changed her mind, but he kept driving through the nearby open gate, and around the perimeter of their first field planted with rye. This was lined with trees and hedges, and well sheltered from the public road on the other side.

Sarah had to admit she was very turned-on being on display like that, and knew that it would be over within a couple of minutes. She wouldn’t have gone as far as the gag by choice, but it did indeed increase the thrill to another level; by the time they were only halfway around the field, her nipples were like bullets and she was so wet her juices were trickling from her vagina between her parted buttocks.

***

However, Sarah’s anxiety level rose when Mike halted the Jeep near the gate to another of their fields (this one lying fallow). She watched as her husband jumped down and opened the gate wide enough to drive through. He avoided eye contact with her as he did this, and then proceeded to drive through, leaving the gate open behind him. Sarah’s eyes grew wide with fear as the Jeep turned left and headed directly for one of the two long sides of the field that only had a low wooden fence and the occasional tree to shield it from the public road and footpath. Moreover, a public right of way ran along another of the field’s edges, which was often used by ramblers.

Mike slowly followed the dirt track that encircled the field, getting a buzz out of the fact that anyone using the public road could get an eyeful of his wife’s naked body. Initially nobody was in sight, but he stopped halfway along the track and left the vehicle idling as he got out. Sarah felt even more exposed and powerless as she was left alone, forced to remain presenting herself to anyone who happened by. She knew she’d be the talk of the village if any of the locals saw her.

Sarah made grunting sounds as Mike walked over to the fence and peered each in both directions. A short while later a car made its way along the road. He saw it was a lone female driver, and she kept her eyes on the road. A minute later he saw an elderly couple approaching. The only pavement was on his side of the road, so he knew they’d have to pass within twelve feet of Sarah. He hurried back to the Jeep (noting his wife’s flushed, glistening labia as he approached it from the front; its pink and red in sharp contrast to her lily white inner thighs), and got back behind the wheel. Just as the couple were about to pass by he revved the engine, making both of them look in his direction. He watched the look of shock and delight appear on the older gent’s face as he spotted Sarah mounted on the bursa escort kız bonnet. He then continued driving along the track. Sarah was the most embarrassed she’d ever been, and flushed deep red knowing that a man old enough to be her grandfather had seen, well, everything she had.

But Sarah’s ordeal wasn’t over yet; her husband drove to the corner of the field and continued to drive slowly alongside the public right of way. To her horror, she saw that there were two separate groups of ramblers making the most of the fine weather. Again, all she could do was look aghast with wide eyes as she was spotted by both groups of walkers, who stared, pointed at her and raised their cameras and phones to capture the sight. One was a middle aged group comprising four men and four women. The second was a group of five younger men. Most of the women looked appalled at the sight, but the men from both groups revelled in the spectacle they were beholding. Sarah consoled herself with the fact that they were strangers, and wouldn’t recognise her.

Knowing that ten men had now seen Sarah tied naked to the front of the Jeep was a thrill for Mike, but he still had plans to take the threat of her exposure up a notch. He continued to drive around the field and back through the gate, then around the first field and out through its gate. Sarah thought they were headed back to the farmhouse, and her ordeal would soon be over (and she could give Mike a telling off before letting him fuck her senseless).

***

But then Sarah noticed that there was another car parked at the side of the house, which she recognised as belonging to Pete, one of their farmhands who worked for them along with his brother, Richard. Fear gripped her; she did NOT want to be seen naked by them! Instead of parking in front of the house, Mike steered the Jeep right, towards the track that led out of the farm. Sarah thought he’d also seen the other car, and was going to park away from the house so he could free her. She was sure that the occupant(s) of the other car couldn’t have seen her.

But his farmhands’ early appearance didn’t affect Mike’s predetermined plan; rather than parking, he kept on going to where their driveway came out onto a public road; a quiet country road, but public all the same, and with quite a few houses and cottages along it.

Mike drove the Jeep to the very end of the driveway, blocking the pavement as he checked both ways. Sarah, effectively a naked figurehead attached to the front of their Jeep, and mere inches from the edge of their road, was horrified that she was freely visible to any passing member of the public. She hoped against hope that Mike was just playing with her, and would reverse back up their driveway soon, but she was all too aware that Mike’s friend Bob Warner or one his family who lived in the cottage on the opposite side of the road would see her if they happened to look out.

Mike noticed a few pedestrians heading away from them to his right, but apart from that the pavement was empty. There were no other cars on their road, so after double-checking in both directions, he pulled out, driving slowly and carefully along the public road. Dismayed, Sarah frantically shook her head to indicate her dissent. No sooner had he pulled out, however, than a white car appeared from around a bend behind them. It was a long way off, but was clearly travelling fairly quickly.

Mike wondered if anyone in the houses they passed was looking out of their windows at that time; they knew a lot of their neighbours. One of them, Olivia, was on her knees, weeding the front garden of her cottage on the Jeep’s left. Her 13-year-old son, Adam, worked part-time for Sarah in her farm shop. Her husband, David, drank with Mike and a few other men in the local pub most Friday evenings. Luckily, Olivia didn’t look up as the Jeep passed by, which was a huge relief to Mike (and Sarah). They did, however, pass a lone male cyclist in his thirties travelling in the opposite direction. Sarah was mortified at being seen by yet another man, but even more so when she recognised him as a regular in her farm shop. He didn’t recognise her though, being too distracted by her womanly assets on display to even look at her face. He was clearly shocked at what he saw, and looked over his shoulder after passing the Jeep. A little further on they passed another group of ramblers walking in single file towards them; they looked on open-mouthed as the stripped and mounted woman passed by them. Sarah looked away, trying to hide her face in shame as best she could. Seeing three guys in the mixed group, Mike incremented his mental count of men having seen Sarah to fourteen.

After a quarter of a mile, their road ended at a T-junction onto a minor ‘B’ road. Mike had considered turning right here and driving Sarah past the nearby row of shops and the local pub, but decided that would be too risky. Instead he signalled to turn left as they approached the dashed white line painted at the end on their road (of course, turning left was in itself a calculated risk – he worried that he might bursa anal yapan escort get stuck behind a slow-moving farm vehicle, or have to stop for a delivery van, or road works, you name it…all were regular occurrences).

***

The road they were joining, however, wasn’t as quiet as usual (perhaps because of a summer fair that was taking place that day in a nearby town, Mike thought), and he was well aware that Sarah was very exposed as he gave way to passing traffic with the engine idling.

Waiting at the bus stop almost opposite their junction was a group of youths: two girls, and three boys, all in their late teens Mike guessed. Sarah saw them too, and instantly recognised a couple: a boy called Terry, and his girlfriend April. Terry had worked in her farm shop for a while the previous year, but she had sacked him after catching him stealing. She’d had a blazing row with Terry’s mom when she complained about his sacking. Sarah prayed the youths wouldn’t see her, but the next second, to her dismay April looked over and spotted her. Mike heard April’s high-pitched screech though his opened windows as she pointed at his denuded wife. The group cheered their approval, and aimed their phones in Sarah’s direction. She could only lie there fully exposing herself to her disgruntled former employee, his girlfriend, and their friends. She was horrified that anyone other than her husband had pornographic photos of her, let alone a bunch of local teen troublemakers!

As well as general taunting and obscene language hurled in their direction, Mike heard the teens use his wife’s name, and his stomach lurched as he realised she had been recognised! Looking closer, a couple of the teens did look familiar. He knew that the photos they were taking would show her face clearly (as well as her pussy and tits of course), and dreaded who they might show them to. He considered turning back and returning to their farm the way they’d came, but the car that had been following him (a white BMW) finally caught up, and stopped directly behind the Jeep, indicating to turn left too. He nervously waited until it was clear in both directions, which seemed ages but was only about twenty seconds, time enough though for the driver behind him to impatiently beep his horn at the delay. Just as the youths were about to cross the road for a closer look, Mike saw his opportunity and quickly turned left. He saw the youths waving and jeering in his rearview mirror. He also saw the BMW pull out and follow him.

Mike’s aim had been to re-enter his own farmland via another gate about half a mile along the road on the left without encountering other road users, however, seeing how busy the road was, he knew that was unlikely. This proved to be the case, as before the BMW had even caught up to their Jeep, he saw another two vehicles approaching on the opposite side of the road. The first, a car, beeped its horn as it passed by. The second was a van with two men in the cab, and its driver flashed his lights on seeing Sarah. The BMW waited for both vehicles to pass by before overtaking the Jeep. Mike looked over at the driver as he drew level (a bearded Asian man in his thirties), and saw the look of shock on his face as he noticed the Jeep’s bonnet adornment. Mike watched the BMW speed off ahead, but as it disappeared around a bend in the middle distance, it passed a tractor approaching on the opposite side of the road.

Mike calculated that the tractor would prevent him from reaching his turn-off without being seen, and because he knew all of the local farmers, whoever’s tractor it was would recognise both his Jeep AND Sarah. He made a snap decision and turned right into the driveway that led to the neighbouring Tidwell’s farm. He halted the Jeep and waited for the tractor to pass by, meanwhile, looking for somewhere to turn around; this proved impossible, though, as there was a stream running along one side of the potholed gravel track, and a trench along the other. To his dismay, however, the tractor turned into the same driveway; he guessed its driver must be either Geoff Tidwell or one of his sons! “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he uttered. His only option was to continue to drive along the track, towards the Tidwell’s farmhouse. Thinking quickly, he decided that the tractor driver probably hadn’t seen Sarah, and the only way to keep it that way was to keep facing away from it. He went as fast as he dared along the rough track, and put a little distance between him and the tractor. Sarah’s exposed breasts bounced up and down as they passed a group of young boys playing soccer in a field adjacent to the track, but luckily none of them looked over. He parked the Jeep away from the farmhouse, next to a row of three large static caravans that weren’t there last time he’d visited.

***

Leaving the key in the ignition, Mike jumped out of the Jeep. In a desperate bid to attract her husband’s attention, Sarah made urgent muffled grunts and wailing noises, while nodding her head frantically and trying to free her limbs – he imagined she was just panicking because she was naked on someone else’s farm. “Sorry, I’ll be quick as I can!” he assured her as he hurried away, knowing he didn’t have time to release her – he had to head off the oncoming tractor and divert its driver’s attention from his own vehicle. Sarah, who’d seen something he hadn’t, let out a muffled scream of frustration and panic into her gag.

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A Change in My Wife Ch. 02

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I had John on speed dial on my cell phone. He picked up immediately.

“Hello, Thomas.”

“I just called to say thanks. You certainly helped make my Friday interesting.”

He chuckled. “No problem. Is she there?”

“Yep.”

“Put the phone on speaker.”

I looked at Sally. Her face was flushed and her nipples were hard as rocks. She was actually rubbing her pussy through her jeans. I pushed the button that put the cell phone on speaker, and John spoke again.

“You both know Thomas would never have believed me, don’t you?”

We agreed together.

“That means that little miss conservative Sally liked giving head and being told what to do, doesn’t it, Sally?”

My wife shuddered and spoke softly, “Yes.”

John’s voice got more assertive, “I couldn’t hear you. Speak up!”

Sally flushed even more, but spoke up, “Yes.”

“That’s yes SIR to you, slut.”

Again she shuddered, rubbing through her jeans more vigorously, “Yes, sir.”

“Very well. Now y’all can stop this at any time, and we’ll go back to landlord and tenant, but it turns me on to tell people what to do, and I think you both enjoyed it. So we can either stop now or see where bursa escort it goes.”

I raised my eyebrows at my wife of more that ten years, our signal that meant I am ok if you are. She spoke again,”I think we would like to continue, sir.”

“Good. Understand that you will obey me absolutely. You can refuse, but at that point the game is over. Now stop playing with yourself. The night is young. You are to shower separately, Thomas first. While he’s getting ready to go to dinner, Sally is to call me on her cell. I have other instructions for her. Thomas, nothing fancy. Khakis and a polo shirt will do”

“Yes, sir,” we both replied. I went to take my shower. When I finished, Sally was still naked to the waist, her nipples standing out like pink erasers. She told me to wait for her downstairs, so I went down and watched Sports Center while she did whatever she had been told.

When she came down, she wore the same button up shirt, now with a matching skirt. Her still hard nipples made it obvious that she was not wearing a bra. She came over and kissed me. I was thrilled with the evening and excited about whatever our new boss might have in store, but I also was concerned about our marriage. bursa üniversiteli escort Important as sex is to me, our relationship was more vital. I spoke hesitantly.

“Are you OK with this?”

Sally smiled, “I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. We can always stop if it crosses the line. So I’m OK if you are.”

I kissed her. “I have wanted an improvement in our sex life for a long time, but I didn’t know how to go about it. Let’s see where it goes.”

My cell phone rang. It was John. He told me to go to a restaurant about thirty minutes from the house and that both of us were to keep our cell phones with us. Given our financial circumstances, he told me to send him the bill. We left.

The trip to the restaurant was uneventful. John had sent us to an Italian chain restaurant. When we arrived, we asked for a booth as John had instructed. We both love Italian food, and the meal was wonderful. As we finished our entrees, Sally’s cell rang.

“Hello, sir,” Sally giggled a bit at the form of address. There was a pause, and she blushed a deep red. Then, “Yes, sir.” She hung up and announced that she had to karacabey escort visit the ladies’ room. She asked me to order coffee and left.

She returned, still red-faced and clutching something in her right hand. The waitress had just served coffee when Sally sat down across from me. She handed me the item in her hand. I immediately realized that I was holing a pair of panties.

“John said to give you these. They should still be damp,” she said breathlessly.

Damp was an understatement. They were soaked. We finished the coffee quickly and paid the bill, keeping the receipt for our new master.

When we got back in the car, Sally’s phone buzzed, this time indicating a text. She read it, blushed again, and unbuttoned the third button on her blouse, revealing a curve of breast in the dome light. During the thirty minute trip, her phone buzzed three more times, each time causing my conservative wife to lose another button. By the time we got home, she was sitting with her shirt completely open, exposing her beautiful tits. When we pulled in the carport, she turned to me. “Get me inside now. I need to be fucked.” I didn’t have to be told twice. We made it to the kitchen, where I bent her over the table, pulled up her skirt, and shoved my cock into her from behind, a new position for us. She was soaking. I rammed her violently. She screamed with pure pleasure as she came, and I followed with my second load of the night, this one deep inside her.

As we finished, the phone rang again.

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The Famine is Over

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Unfortunately, for longer than I care to remember there has been no intimacy between me and my wife. Thankfully, the remedy for this problem came last night when I did my best to make her feel special. I’ve learned through the years from my massage therapist that there is healing on many levels with the power of touch. So, I did my best to apply those massage technics liberally with lots of TLC to my wife’s hands and feet. It worked magically to break down the barriers that had been in place for such a long time. Her mood dramatically changed and soon her entire body craved physical attention. I was more than willing to give her anything and everything she wanted to make her feel special and loved.

We retired to the bedroom where I added more mystique and romance by lighting several candles and putting on her favorite piano music CD. We then both disrobed and laid down next to one another on the bed. My wife seemed very anxious for me to give her a private massage in places where we had not exchanged touching for a long time. I prepared to do so by lubricating my right hand with a special mixture of cocoa butter lotion and baby oil gel. As I laid on my left side, my well lubricated right hand was in a good position to begin caressing her on the exterior folds of her sex. The minute I touched her I could feel the heat radiating from her excited condition. Her escort bursa clit was very swollen and felt like it had doubled in size. The engorged head extended out from under the sheath that normally kept it hidden. As I gently massaged her there, she moaned and slowly arched her pelvis up and down in rhythm to the beat of a drum that resonated from deep inside a primordial part of her brain. These basic instincts started to take over her higher consciousness functions. I could tell that there was no turning back for her at this point. She craved for me to do whatever it would take for her to reach that illusive climax she had not experienced for over a year.

The fingers of my right hand went into a multitasking mode. My thumb and index finger concentrated on stimulating her engorged clit, while my two middle fingers plunged in and out of her dripping pussy, and my pinky finger would occasionally brush further south to the rose bud of her ass. All of this stimulation drove her frantically to a place she has not gone to for many years. Decades ago, during her early experiences with sex, she expressed a deep desire about a fantasy that she knew could never become a reality because of her moral beliefs. So, she had occasionally settled for parts of that fantasy that were doable within the confines of her moral boundaries. This compromise gave her a taste bursa otele gelen escort to some degree in fulfillment of that oh so taboo urge – which was to have all of her holes filled simultaneously with the cocks of three men.

That fantasy again triggered in her this night during my hand massage of her sexual zones. Out of the blue she demanded that I fuck her from behind in the “doggy” position and that I stick my cock all the way in her ass!! I remembered how I did promise to myself this evening that I would do whatever it took to satisfy her desires. So, as she got up on all fours, I obediently positioned myself behind her. I put a good measure of that special lube lotion on my cock and then placed it liberally to her rose bud. I took careful aim as I positioned my love tool at the center of her ass. Slowly, I applied pressure and with significant force I saw that the head of my cock began to pass through that amazingly tight sphincter. She urged me to go slow because my cock was unusually hard and enlarged. That was because of the two brass love rings I had just slipped on all the way down to the root of my cock. These rings work nicely to keep my tool engorged to the max.

Just after the head of my cock disappeared from my view, she begged me to stop as she adjusted to being penetrated and bursa sınırsız escort stretched by my rock hard member. In a strained and stammering voice she explained that because it had been so long ago since we had done this that she needed for me to proceed very slowly. After a minute or so, she gave approval for me to press forward. I obediently pressed forward and when half of my cock was in her she again asked me to stop to give her a rest. Eventually, she gave the green light. I proceeded to slowly push further in. It didn’t take long before my cock was totally lost from view as it was now deep in the bowels of that taboo place. She was so sexually excited to have me all the way inside her ass. She frantically started to rub her clit with her hand. Her moaning turned into a shriek after a minute or two as she experienced a massive orgasm!

Her cumming caused that sphincter to clamp down on me like a vice. This made me super excited. I was beyond belief that my rock hard throbbing cock had penetrated that tight ass hole so completely. I was so hot from this crazy moment that it only took four or five slow strokes in and out of that hot ass for me to explode! I forcefully erupted filling her ass with spurt after spurt of my hot cum! We then both collapsed in a heap onto the bed and laid there spooning for a long time as we basked in the “afterglow.”

Once we regained our composure, we agreed that we had a fantastic time together and wished for much more action in the “cuming” days. It seemed that our famine was finally over and that we were ready to begin a new chapter of lovemaking in our seemingly hot and cold relationship . At least that’s my hope…

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Anal Princess of the Autumn

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AUTHOR’S NOTE AND WARNING TO READERS: This story deals with trauma and abuse. However, it’s a story of healing, and of overcoming such horrors. Still, it could be difficult for some to get through a few of the scenes, so please be careful. Furthermore, the story blends love and romance with a bizarre anal fixation – so please note that this story is in the Anal category for good reason, and in fact, doesn’t have ANY pussy penetration whatsoever. It’s all anal, all the time, always. Read the tags for more information, and proceed only if this could appeal to you.

This is my (2nd) contribution for the Halloween Story Contest 2023 – Please leave a rating at the end.

This is a work of fiction, and everyone in the story is eighteen or older.

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— ANAL PRINCESS OF THE AUTUMN —

Under a large maple tree just outside of the campus science building, perpendicular to the quadrangle where most students headed, sat Philip. He was about average height, thin build, with tousled hair as black as tar, and a somewhat glum expression that sat there as a permanent fixture on his face. But his eyes were lively and warm, his irises cast in blueish hues. Most of his clothes were black, as he had an aversion towards most bright and vibrant things – something his art teachers constantly nagged at him to change.

Philip had a drawing pad in one hand, his nails and fingertips permanently stained with graphite and ink from countless hours of drawing, and even some dried paint from the acrylic class he took for fun. A sophomore, yet he still had not properly adjusted to college life. He didn’t truly fit in, and had only managed to make a handful of friends since moving out here. But he didn’t mind too much, being comfortable in his solitude – because wasn’t the path of an artist usually a lonely one?

The shadow from the maple tree stretched out long, as if reaching for him, the afternoon sun otherwise relentless. An occasional breeze would rustle the branches, showering him with a light dusting of green needles and petals. Birds flitted about in the canopy above, singing their songs to one another. And Philip was sitting in the midst of it, feeling the sun and wind, hearing the songbirds and watching them fly. It was surprisingly tranquil, despite stressed-out student running to-and-fro across the quadrangle, ducking between the tall buildings, hurrying to get to their next classes. Yet he felt calm. As if the world – his world – was holding its breath, pausing time itself to allow him to exist, in peace, for just this single moment.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed, and he put down the pad and pencil, checking it with a frown. A text from one of his friends. “Where are you hiding?” it said. From Lottie, of course. The sweet girl clung to him every chance she got, and her friends loved teasing her about it. The two of them had met during orientation, freshman year, and she hadn’t let go of him since. He did care about her, but wasn’t ready for a relationship. Philip had grown up with abusive parents, and kept just about everyone at a safe distance, afraid to let people get too close. It was part of the reason why he preferred being alone; not to be distant or cold, but out of self-defence. Besides, Lottie could surely do much better..

Philip ran his left hand through the neatly trimmed grass, and sighed. “I’m under my tree,” he responded with a simple text, glancing up as the branches above him swayed gently. This had become one of his favourite spots on campus. Away from everyone else, yet close enough that he didn’t feel completely shut out from the world at large. He picked up his pencil once more and returned to working on the castle that he envisioned in his mind. A maple suddenly leaf landed right on top of his sketchbook. The seasons changed, slowly yet inevitably. They always had, and they always would. There was nothing he could do to change that. All he could do was to be patient, hoping that brighter times would find its way into his life at one point or another.

Eventually, a shadow fell over him, blocking out the afternoon sunlight. He frowned, and didn’t look up, already knowing who it was from the white sneakers and striped socks. Lottie always stood with her feet pointing slightly inwards, a bit off-kilter, but cute nonetheless. “Philip!” she chirped, and took a seat next to him, flapping her arms around, as if to gather a lot of wind, then letting her fingers come down, clasping them together as she gazed at him – her face mere inches from his. “Hi!” she continued, her big, viridian eyes shining.

Lottie was a petite little thing, with a pear shaped body. Her hair, falling down to just beyond her shoulders, was silky-soft and glossy, coloured like hazelnuts. Her lips were the colour of strawberries, and they were full. Today she was wearing dungaree’s and a loose tank top, an assortment of beady necklaces dangling down her chest. “What are you drawing?” she asked, leaning forward for a better look.

“Just working on my castle,” görükle escort he said, turning to look at her. “Same as yesterday. It’s taking me a while. I keep getting distracted..” He met her eyes then, but she was still grinning. That was the problem with Lottie; she made it awfully difficult to get work done. She was so hard to ignore, being constantly sweet and affectionate towards him – something that he had trouble adjusting to. He had never experienced that before. “You should go on to class, Lottie. You’ll miss it.”

She giggled. “No I won’t. Classes ended early today.” And then her smile faded away into a sly smirk. “Anyway, I came here to talk to you about something important. The Halloween Party’s coming up on Saturday, you know? I was thinking we could get matching costumes of some kind? Would you like that?” Philip opened his mouth to protest, but she put her index finger to his lips to silence him, grinning once more. “Something classy! What about if we both dress as vampires, hmm?”

He sighed, running his hand through his hair. Lottie had somehow managed to talk him into attending this particular party, as it was something different from the usual college frat-house or sorority get-togethers that he loathed. There were going to be decorations everywhere, and an assortment of foods, and some popular local band, too. The college party committee was organizing it, and most of the people there were going to be dressed up.

“Fine, we’ll be vampires. I’ll order some fangs and a cape off of Amazon, and just go in my black suit. How does that sound?” Lottie squealed and hugged him, bouncing around with delight, before kissing him on the cheek. That was something she had started to do lately. At first, Philip had flinched every time she drew too close to him – an involuntary reaction ingrained into his psyche by years of abuse, primarily from his own father. But now it had become almost routine. Lottie was the one exception to this rule of solitude; he allowed himself to enjoy her company, and even dare to let down his defences just a little bit around her. He had much greater difficulties doing this around his other friends.

“And how’s it going with your.. Uhm.. Modelling art project?” Lottie was a lot more bashful when talking about this particular subject. Multiple times, she had offered to model for him – a kind gesture, but one that made Philip uncomfortable since the painting had to be erotic in nature. They were merely friends, and she was far too attractive and sweet-natured to pose seductively in front of him. He was doing his best to avoid this particular assignment, and kept putting it off, but it had to be turned in soon.

“… I haven’t even started yet,” he confessed, sheepishly. Lottie’s lips curled upwards. She was obviously pleased by this answer, for some reason. He decided to try a different tactic; perhaps the cute little puppy would leave him alone if he met her half-way somehow. “I’m not comfortable showing your half-naked visage in front of my entire art class, Lottie. If you can figure out a way to make the painting erotic without showing off too much skin, then I’d be happy to paint you.” Philip looked at her curiously. Her cheeks were reddening, her smile uncontrollable, and she suddenly had trouble keeping eye-contact with him. It seemed that his suggestion had touched her deeply, and in a rather positive way.

She thought about it for a while in silence – which was unusual for Lottie – then picked a fallen maple tree off of the ground, her eyes glimmering. “W-What if we cover up my bits with these!?” she exclaimed, waving it about. Philip squinted, but he couldn’t help but chuckle as she held the leaf out in front of her with such enthusiasm and glee.

“That does sound like it could work,” he conceded. “Alright, let’s try it.” He reached out, taking the leaf from her – their fingertips touching for a brief moment. Lottie smiled at the contact, then scooted closer to him. Their thighs touched, and she leaned into him, resting her head against his shoulder. He could smell the sweet scent of her shampoo. Philip stared straight ahead, listening to the birdsong. But then he felt her move around eagerly. Lottie was nuzzling him like a cat, purring away.

“Lottie…”

“Mhm?”

“Why is it that every time I’m alone with you, I keep getting distracted?”

“Because you think I’m cute,” she replied without missing a beat. Philip groaned. He didn’t want to admit it, but she was probably right. How did she know him so well? Why did this happen to him every single time? She wasn’t doing anything in particular, but there was something about Lottie – an unspoken charm – that made it impossible for him to remain focused. Every time he thought about a topic or subject, he would be drawn to her, until she captured his attention entirely, and kept it hostage for as long as she wanted. There was just no way he could win this game of cat and mouse. The thought made him feel vulnerable. Uncomfortable. Scared.

But at the same time…

“Hey, bursa merkez escort Philip,” she said after a while, pulling him out of his thoughts. “What do you want to do with your life after college? Is that something you think about?”

“I’d like to open my own art gallery. But realistically, I’ll end up as a struggling and starving artist, working some mundane job in an office building somewhere, or perhaps as a waiter or something. I’m not looking forward to it.”

“You’re such a pessimist! Don’t think like that! I believe in you!” Lottie chirped. She pushed herself up, sitting straight, staring into his eyes. Her smile was wide, and her cheeks flushed. It made her seem almost angelic. “One day, your work is going to be on the walls of museums, and you’ll be famous! That’s my prediction. And I’m going to be your muse!”

“My muse?” He couldn’t help but laugh a little bit. “You plan to stick around that long, huh?”

Lottie frowned. “Of course I do. What do you mean by that?”

“And I suppose you think we’re going to be married one day, as well?” Philip teased her, but the words came out far harsher than intended. As if some instinctual part of him was putting his guard up, preventing her from getting too close.

Her expression darkened instantly, and she sighed. She let go of him and sat back, crossing her arms – looking at him as if waiting for him to apologize or correct himself. But he said nothing. Her face fell. She was scowling now, lips pulled downwards. “You listen to me, Sir Philip Clyborne. There is nothing wrong with loving someone, and being loved back. You think you know everything about life, but you don’t.” She raised her right hand, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “One day you’ll come to understand how important love is! And then you’ll feel stupid for pushing away the one that treasures you the most!” Lottie said, and got up, stomping off.

Philip sat there for a moment, confused. He could feel the hurt radiating from her like waves of heat. Why was her reaction so strong to what he had said? Was she in love with him? His mind went blank for a second – but only for a second – before the words echoed in his mind once more, repeating themselves over and over again, like a broken record. ‘One day you’ll feel stupid for pushing away the one that treasures you the most!’ But Lottie had made it sound like some sort of grand destiny was in store for the two of them. Was that how she pictured their future?

He swallowed hard, his heart suddenly heavy. For once, Philip wasn’t sure what to think. But he watched Lottie disappear behind the corner of the science building, and he quickly gathered all of his things, threw them into his backpack, and ran after her. The guilt was too great.

“Wait!” he called out, feeling foolish for doing so. She slowed down, then stopped completely, turning to look at him.

“What is it?” She tried to hide her emotions, but she couldn’t fool him; he saw the hurt, the feeling of something akin to being betrayed in her eyes. And now she looked afraid as well – like a deer in headlights – standing there frozen as if petrified by his mere presence.

“I didn’t mean.. I wasn’t trying to push you away or anything,” he began, struggling to form his thoughts into coherent sentences. His cheeks were red, and his heart pounded in his chest as if he had just run a marathon. Why was he so nervous? He was never this nervous with her before. Philip had always been able to control his feelings – but now he was losing all sense of stability. It was like he was watching himself from the outside, and suddenly he didn’t know how to proceed. Frightened of saying the wrong thing. Equally afraid of the consequences paired with saying the right thing.

He walked up to her, until he was only inches away from her. Lottie’s face was flushed now too, her irises shining. She licked her lips, a sheen of moisture coating them, before speaking: “Well?” She demanded. “What were you trying to say?”

“I-” He stammered, searching for words that seemed so difficult to find. “It’s not that I don’t think you’re cute or anything. You’re beautiful, I just-” His face had distress written all over it. Philip swallowed hard once more. This wasn’t like him at all. He always knew what to say to people and how to keep them at bay – a practiced defence mechanism – but now he felt like he was lost, stumbling around in the dark and about to fall. She looked at him as if the fate of the entire world hung by a thread – waiting for him to cut it free with one simple word, one wrong move. And he sensed it. Perhaps she was at her wit’s end? Her emotions were a jumbled mess; one moment she was confident in herself, the next she was ready to break down into tears. Philip did not know how to deal with such situations.

“Look, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He said softly. “It’s just that.. I’m afraid, and-“

“What are you afraid of?” she interrupted him. Her tone was challenging. Needy.

He opened his mouth, bursa escort bayan about to say something, but no sound came out. His hands were shaking now, his chest constricted as if a vice was squeezing him tight. The air was too thin, and it was becoming difficult for him to breathe properly. But he persisted; because if he did not confess everything to her, then things would only get worse. And he realized there and then that the thought of her pulling away bothered him significantly more than he thought it would.

“It’s not you, I promise! I.. Uhm.. I was abused as a child.”

The moment the words were out of his mouth, he wished he could take them back. Wished he had never spoken a word of the things that had happened, because somehow that made them feel more real. He had never told anyone that before. Not even his therapist. It was something he had kept bottled up deep inside him for so long – a demonic entity of endless hurt and pain. The words rang in his head, and suddenly he could feel that darkness gnawing away at him from the inside. Philip gritted his teeth, clenching his fists so tight that they went white from lack of blood circulation. But the words kept spilling out. She deserved to know.

“My father was a real monster,” he said through clenched jaws, trying to fight back the tears. “A sadist. He would hit me until I was covered in bruises and cuts, both with his fists and with his ‘toys’, but always careful to only leave marks that I could hide with my clothes.” His eyes had a faraway look, as if he was trapped in the memories of the past, staring at something invisible in front of him. “He would hold me down for hours sometimes, and I couldn’t move. Just scream for help and nobody would come. My mother, she.. She knew. But she did nothing.”

There were tears running down his face now. Philip didn’t wipe them away, letting them flow freely down his cheeks. “I struggle with intimacy,” he confessed, hanging his head. “I get scared when someone touches me. When someone get’s too close. And then I push them away. Because it reminds me of.. How afraid I am. Because my father broke me in that way..”

The look on Lottie’s face was indescribable. A blend of compassion and something else. Horror? Shock? And undeniable sadness. She grabbed his hands, and placed them around her waist. He didn’t pull away. Philip swallowed hard as her delicate body pressed against him, and the tears came out even more fiercely now. To his surprise, she was crying too, her soft breasts rising and falling with every shaky breath, and she laid her head against his chest. He embraced her tightly, suddenly afraid to let go, burying his face in her hair, inhaling her scent.

“I’m so sorry to hear that,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I-I didn’t know..” Philip just stood there in silence, letting the words soak into him. It was like a floodgate had opened – everything he had kept locked away inside his heart had poured out. He hadn’t even noticed how much of this he had carried inside of him, like a dying tree that could not support its own weight any longer. And now it was breaking – splintering from the inside – taking him along for the ride. Philip could feel it all leave his body, his heart beating like crazy as Lottie held on to him. His own pain became her pain, and it hurt. He did not want to put her through that.

She was such a tiny thing, so fragile and light in his arms. She deserved to be with someone that wasn’t broken like he was. Yet she was there, and she cared for him. Holding him, crying together with him, accepting his every word and secret. As much as he tried to push her away, Lottie had made her way into his heart. There was something special about her that he couldn’t resist – a need that kept tugging at him. When they finally parted, Philip looked at her with new eyes, taking in her beauty, admiring the curves of her face, her soft lips, her glittering irises – so different from those cold, dark blue orbs that haunted his dreams.

“A-Am I making you uncomfortable just by hugging you? Oh god, I’ve been so stupid, always clinging to you..” Her words came out fast, hurried, as if she was replaying all of the events in which they had ever touched in her head. “I should have asked. I-I didn’t mean to-“

“Lottie.” The words came out slow, and firm. He put both of his hands on her shoulders, gently forcing her to look at him. Philip did not want to hide anything anymore. “You’re the only one I would allow to hug me like this. The only one I feel comfortable with, even though I struggle momentarily. You are beautiful, and you deserve better. But I can’t give you what you want..”

Lottie shook her head – with great determination. “P-Please just give me a chance..?” she pleaded. “I’ll be patient with you, I promise. Whatever it takes.” Her voice was trembling, and so were her hands. “We can start slow,” she continued, her voice growing more and more desperate by the second. “But I want to be yours someday. I can’t stop thinking about you. All I do is think about you!” Philip opened his mouth to speak, but she was faster than him. “And if I’m not what you need right now, then I understand!” Her expression was pleading. “But don’t give up on me, please! Give me a chance!” There was a ray of hope in her eyes, hidden beneath the fear and sadness.

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Mary’s First Bondage Experience

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As Mary and I have a strong following on Literotica here is a story of Mary experiencing bondage for the first time. This story is from an evening about eighteen months ago. Mary and I were on one of our driving holidays and we stopped at various locations in NSW for overnight stays. One night we decided to stop at a roadhouse motel not far from the NSW/Queensland border. Having been a tiring drive from Moree we went to our room and enjoyed our usual coffee and television break. There was not much on tv so we decided that we would wander over to the motel restaurant for dinner. Even though we were in the middle of nowhere Mary still dressed sexy for our night out. She often done this in new places on the off chance that we might meet someone to take back to our room.

I have to say that we were very surprised at the exceptional menu and we enjoyed a beautiful meal. Talking to the waiter we asked what did the locals do for entertainment and as expected we were told that they made their own entertainment but normally ended with drinks in the local pub. Enquiring where the pub was we were told that it was about a five minute walk down the road. Mary suggested that we go there and see if there was any local men that may fit our bill for a stranger night. The walk was along a typical country road with no street lights and thankfully there was a good moon lighting our way. Arriving at the pub there was not a lot of noise which did not surprise us being where we were. There were about a dozen people inside and most of them looked like couples with just a couple of single guys having drinks. At a push and if the mood was right one of the single guys may get selected later on. The bar was very well decorated with the typical country theme of pinned banknotes on the ceiling and the odd bit of female apparel fixed to the walls.

After we were welcomed by the landlord and given our first drink on the house we sat there chatting with the locals. Looking over to the corner of the bar we noticed a pool table and another door. Asking where the door went we were told that it was a private room which you had to be invited into. We decided to start playing pool as we both enjoyed the game. Mary was being stared at by the landlord every time she bent over the table to take her shot. It was obvious that showing her stocking tops was turning him on. He came over to us and took our drinks order and said that if we were interested he could make a telephone call to the people who controlled entry to the back room, being that it was not the usual night for them to be in the pub. Being very curious I asked him if he had been enjoying the show from Mary bending over.. He stated https://sokkan.org she was in deed a very sexy sight and that the clubroom was controlled by some very good pool players and that they would certainly like to challenge us to a few games.

As it was reasonably early we told him to go ahead. Within about twenty minutes and forgetting about the telephone call there was the unmistakable sound of some Harley Davidsons turning up. We looked up to see a couple of guys walking in and they did not look like the typical bikers. They were smartly dressed clean shaven and looked like business people. As one of them came over to us he told us that his mate was getting the drinks in and would be over soon. When the drinks arrived the guy who bought them said that he had been told that we liked pool and seemed pretty good at it. He challenged me to a game and who ever won would play against Mary for the next game. This guy played like he was a world champion and I felt like he let me win so that they could watch Mary playing. Obviously they had been told about her bending over and they wanted to have a look at her stockings. At this point we had not put them in association with the back room controllers.

We had a sip of our drinks and started to play, with me trying my hardest to leave Mary a shot from the end that they were sitting. Sure enough each time Mary took her shot they were leaning forward to look up her skirt. With each of her turns they passed her drink to her and said that she looked wonderful and should drink up. We had a few games changing opponents after each game. After a while the two guys suggested a wager on our games and asking what wager they said that as Mary liked flashing her stocking tops that she might let them see a bit more. To make sure that Mary was okay with it then she could go into the back room for them to see more. We assumed straight away that this was a ploy for her to get groped at the least and with an invisible signal to each other Mary agreed that it was a good idea. As I was playing one of the guys the other one took her through the door and closed it behind them. I started to imagine what was happening in there and could not stop an erection in my pants.

The game finished and the guy said he would be straight back as he had to use the loo, I watched as he went to the toilets at the end of the bar. A few moments later that same guy came through from the back room, obviously there was another entry point from the toilets. In his hands he was holding Mary’s clothes and told me that I should join them in the back room. The landlady came over and took her clothes saying that she would put them bursa eskort behind the bar. The door was opened and there in front of me was Mary in her stockings only with each of her ankles tied to a table leg and bent forward over the table. Her pussy was absolutely glistening and it was noticeable that there was cum seeping out of her. I went to the other end of the table and asked Mary if she was okay. The guy who originally brought her into the room interrupted and said that she was not able to talk and I then noticed that there was a piece of tape over her mouth, explaining that this was an initiation room for prospective members of their club. I said that we were not staying long enough to join the club and was told that there were clubs like this all over the country and once you were a member you could go to any of them.

I noticed that the table was very narrow and Mary’s breasts were hanging down over the edge and I have to say that they looked magnificent as always. The first guy walked up to her head and and removing the tape was told to put his cock into her mouth, I watched her as she cupped his balls in one hand and with the other inserted his cock in her mouth as ordered, at the same time he leaned forward and started squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipples. This was such a magnificent turn on that all I could was enjoy the fact that my fantastic sexy mature wife was being enjoyed by two strangers, not what we expected when we first entered the pub.

Hearing a bit of shuffling I looked at the other guy who was dropping his trousers and pants and presenting a rather large erect cock between Mary’s ass cheeks. He pushed into her pussy quite hard which made her jump and clamp down on the cock in her mouth. With a laugh from him he asked the other guy if he still had his cock intact in her mouth. I watched as Mary was being shafted from both ends and after a while it was apparent that both guys were going to cum in the respective orifices.

Once they had both withdrawn from her I was told that they wanted to see me take sloppy seconds, I undressed and went behind Mary and pushed my erect cock as far in as I could. The guy who had just cum in her pussy went to her head and Mary took it in her mouth as I was pounding her pussy. Once again we both came at the same time filling Mary full of cum. I was told to withdraw from her and then I was told to get my fingers in her and lubricate her anal opening. Mary started to say no but one of the guys reminded her that she was not allowed to speak and that she was our sex slave and had to do whatever she was told. I said to them that although this was fun it was orhangazi escort also one of Mary’s definite requests that she did not want anal sex. I was told that not only was I to lubricate her anus that I was to insert a finger into it and finger her. I did as was requested and I have to say having never done this to Mary before that I was really enjoying it.

My wife was unable to stop what was happening to her and reluctantly gave in to the inevitable. As I was fingering Mary’s ass one of the guys called through to the bar and ordered more drinks. A few minutes passed and the landlord came in with the drinks, I was instructed to continue doing what I was as the landlord gets his perks for the use of the room from seeing things like this. Walking over to me he told me to stop fingering her ass and to get more lubrication from her pussy and lubricate her ass. I imagined correctly what was going to happen next as the landlord dropped his trousers and pants and started to push into Mary giving her the first time anal sex that she had ever done. Presumably my fingering of her anal passage had relaxed her muscles ready for what I assumed was going to happen to her. Thankfully after watching Mary writhing in discomfort at what was being done to her, a loud moan was heard and it was obvious that the landlord was depositing his cum deep into Mary’s ass.

After removing himself from her he redressed and left with just a nod of thanks to the two guys. Walking over to Mary the first guy untied her ankles and helped her stand up. I did not realise that all of this had taken well over an hour and that Mary would be exhausted from having to be in a position that she was not at all used to. After a bit more fondling of Mary’s breast and nibbling on her tight erect nipples, some more fingering by all three of us Mary was led to the door to return into the pool room still naked except for her stockings. A card was given to Mary and told that if she looked up ‘the Twins Cub’ it would tell the local branch and the card would always get us entry on production at the door. We passed back through the bar to a round of applause and a comment from the ladies present that Mary was welcomed to the club. As we were given another drink each Mary was paraded past the couples and without exception every guy pushed their hand between her legs and fingered her checking out her cum filled pussy.

As this was happening we were told by the women that they had all been through the initiation and ass shagged by the landlord. His wife joined in saying that even she had gone through it all and then presented Mary with a CD recording of the night for us to watch whenever we wanted to. Walking back to the motel Mary looked at me and in that moment told me that whenever we had our stranger sex nights that we had to impress on them that there was definitely not any anal play allowed. As followers of our story know we have adhered to this at all times.

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The Ravishing Ch. 02

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Author’s Note: You see, I had no choice but to write a sequel for “The Ravishing.” My characters often speak to me in the quiet darkness of the night when voices that are otherwise silent awaken and whisper urgently in our ears. My willful little heroine complained … very sweetly, of course, almost shyly … that I had not paid the proper amount of attention to some parts of her body … well, actually, one luscious part in particular. I couldn’t resist her sultry little pout. So here we are!

While this story can be read as a self-contained piece, it would be nice if you also read the earlier part, which you will find under “Toys and Masturbation.” I promise you that it’s short. You, the reader, will, of course, have to judge if it’s sweet.

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I looked down at her beautiful body splayed open on the bed. It was still jerking in its silken bonds, the silver egg thrumming insistently in her cunt. Soft little noises leaked from her throat as her body quivered to the frantic rhythm of the toy buried in her flesh. While her body had thrashed in release, I had softly lapped up the juices oozing from her hole. God … she tasted good. Now, my thirst only partially slaked, I wanted more.

I palmed the small remote that held the key to her fate. It had brought that shining orb to screaming life inside her body and had the power to return it to once again to brooding silence. I ran my finger absently over the eight buttons on its face, the 1 a soft soothing hum, the 8 a violent mind shattering orgasm. She knew all about 8. After I had tipped her over into a toe curling, finger clawing release, I had maintained the toy at maximum power through the aftershocks that rocked her flesh. Her throat was raw from screaming. I now pressed 2, calming the pulsing metal to a soft nagging throb, easing her down from the peak of pleasure on which she was teetering painfully.

The room was filled with the sounds of her breathing. Her soft breasts were shuddering as she drew in hungry lungfuls of air. She opened her eyes and watched me as I stood by her bed peeling off my clothes. When I was finally naked, her gaze drifted to my midriff. I was already hard, my cock twitching impatiently. She whimpered softly and her thighs fell apart even further in silent invitation. I knew what she wanted, but it’s always polite to ask. I lay down beside her, slipped an arm under her shoulder and gently nuzzled her ear.

“What, sweetheart? … Tell me what you want.”

“Take me … please,” she whispered.

“How do you want me to take you?” I asked her softly.

Her lips fluttered like butterfly wings but no sounds emerged from her throat. I waited patiently. I had all night.

“Say it,” I coaxed.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, “fuck me … please.”

Her tight little ass was bouncing on the pillow that I had earlier slid under her hips.

“Oh, God,” she whimpered, “I’m so ready for you.”

I softly cupped the raw, swollen flesh of her cunt with my palm as she writhed. I could feel the gentle vibrations of the thrumming egg through the soft barrier of her flesh. It was unbearably erotic.

“Yes … you are,” I cooed, “so wet, so ready.”

I removed my palm from her hot steaming sex and softly clutched her throat letting her juices soak into her skin. Her nostrils dilated, driven half mad by the scent of her own arousal. I brought my face close to hers, my breath playing on her lips as my palm slid down her throat to capture the soft mound of her breast.

“I’m tempted … very tempted,” I whispered into her skin, “But I’m not going to fuck your tight little cunt tonight. I have other plans for you.”

She groaned at my words and the gentle pressure on her breast.

“Do you trust me?” I asked her.

“Yes,” she replied, her eyes suddenly solemn, “with my life.”

My fingers drifted down her body, through the soft juicy tissues of her cunt, into the crack of her ass to settle against the puckered hole of her anus.

“And with this?” I teased, “Do you trust me with this?”

Her eyes widened as she felt the gentle pressure against her bottomhole and she moaned. I knew how much she enjoyed anal play, how much she enjoyed my tongue running softly over her tight opening and my finger probing gently. But my baby was still something of an anal virgin. She had confessed to me softly that she had never been “sodomized.” The word – so violent, so brutal – sounded unspeakably obscene from her lips. So, is that what you want, I had asked her, to be “sodomized?” “Yesss,” she had hissed, burying her face in my chest in a sudden paroxysm of shyness.

So here she was in my arms, my anal innocent, her tiny little hole never stretched by an invading cock, her bowels never plowed by hot throbbing flesh. All that was about to change. My cock twitched at the thought of being the first to claim that ripe scrumptious ass. I saw a momentary flicker of panic in her eyes, which was quickly replaced by ravenous lust as the pad of my forefinger softly stroked the rim of her anus.

“Oh, God … Yes,” she moaned, “I trust you … with anything … with everything … even that.”

I brushed her hair back from her forehead and gazed softly into her eyes.

“I’m going to take you slowly and softly,” I whispered, “And before I’m done with you, I’m going to make you beg for it.”

A delicious little tremor ran through her frame.

“You enjoy that, don’t you,” she asked softly, “making me beg?”

“Yes,” I replied quietly, “Nothing turns me on more than having you half mad with lust in my arms. Nothing makes me harder than when you moan to be taken like a hungry little whore.”

“That’s really what I’m,” she whispered softly, “your hungry little whore.”

Her hips were surging gently, sawing the crease of her ass against my finger. I knew her heated confession, her sweet little song of desire was turning her on.

“And do you like being that, my pet? Do you like being my hungry little whore?” I asked her. I was dripping the words slowly into her ear, stoking the heat in her cunt, the longing in the soft brown rosebud of her anus. I wanted her desperate and seething before I took her.

“Yes … Oh my God … yes … very much,” she whimpered, “I love it when you use me.”

“Well then … I’m going to use you all night,” I said. My cock was painfully hard. I wanted her so badly I could taste it in my mouth. I willed myself to slow down, to be patient with this sweet bundle of warmth that I held wrapped up in my arms. Tonight was about her, about her slow sensuous awakening into anal pleasure. I wanted to watch her eyes widen with surprise and delight as the nerve endings in her ass came alive and she writhed on the length of my hard throbbing flesh.

I unwound the scarlet silk wrapped around her wrists and her ankles. Though she had been freed, she remained as she was, split open in a wide X, her limbs loose and quiescent. I smiled my approval. “Good girl,” I whispered as I bent down and captured her soft lips in my own before gently insinuating my tongue into the heated cavern of her mouth. She lay there quietly, whimpering, as I ravished her lips. When I pulled away, she looked at me expectantly. She was obviously eager to savor what the night held for her.

I rolled her over onto her stomach, her hips still lifted by the pillow. She didn’t complain when I retied her limbs. I wanted her to stay completely still. I knew she would need help given what I planned to do to her. I think she knew it too. She wanted to be protected against herself, against the soft trembling that would grip her limbs. She wanted that prison of silk.

I moved around to kneel between her parted thighs, which were glistening from the juices that had leaked from her slit. For a long moment, as her body twitched impatiently, I merely drunk in the vision spread out before me – of her beautiful ass poised in the air, her cheeks slightly parted, the treasure nestling in the shadow between barely visible. Her crease was damp. Her pussy had been leaking all night. Her juices had to go somewhere.

I peeled open the petals of her ass with my thumbs, just enough to give my tongue room to run in a long lazy arc along the length of her valley, tripping lightly over the puckered opening of her anus as it did. I bobbed my head up and down, making that delicious journey over and over again, scooping up the juices that had dribbled into her crease and then licking her wet.

When she was all glistening, I planted a soft little kiss on her asshole. As my lips fluttered over the mouth of her anus, I heard her moan. And then my tongue slithered out to flick into my mouth the pussy juices, which coated the rim of her hole. I licked her deliberately, purposefully until I uncovered the stronger, muskier taste of her hungry little star. I slid my tongue over the wrinkled surface around that core of darkness, gently tracing the folds and ridges that radiated from it.

After a while, I peeled her open even wider, straightening out the folds of flesh around her anus. I began to run my tongue softly, methodically across the tightly stretched swathes of skin. As I slurped her wrinkled little hole, her hips were bucking uncontrollably and she was mumbling into the sheet. I briefly abandoned her hot little derriere and crawled up to lie down next to her. Her eyes were tightly closed and she was tugging at the sheet with her sharp white teeth, wetting it with her drool. I swept an errant wisp of hair behind her ear.

“Did you want me to stop, baby?” I asked her, my voice dripping with false concern, “Did you want me to stop licking your sweet little asshole?”

“No,” she stammered, stiff with panic, “No … please don’t stop.”

“Do you want me to slide my tongue into your honeypot then? Is that what you want, baby?”

“Yes … Oh, God, yes,” she mumbled, her voice thick, “put it inside me. Fuck me with it. Fuck me deep.”

Her eyes were wild. I don’t think she knew what she was saying. She only knew that she didn’t want it to end … to ever end.

Now that I had asked my lady for her permission like the true gentleman that I was, I returned to my appointed task. I cupped her cheeks in my palms and gently parted them. This time around, I dug the tips of my thumbs into the rim of her hole and pulled, easing her open. Her sphincter rebelled against the insistent pressure of my thumbs, struggling to wink closed. I refused to yield, savoring her delicious helplessness as I held open her orifice. That darkness looked so seductive, so welcoming. I blew a gentle breath of air into her passage, teasing her before dipping the very tip of my tongue into her opening.

My tongue flicked, tasting, caressing, laving before plunging further until I was buried as far as I could go in her tight tunnel. She let out a low keening wail as I began to tongue fuck her, my tongue slipping and slithering in and out of her. Her fingers had curled into claws, gripping the sheet into sweaty clumps. I found myself wondering whether the sheet would last the night. When I eased my tongue out of her hole, it yawned open, eager, welcoming, the dark pink flesh of her inner passage glistening with my spit. Time for something firmer, something harder, I thought.

I opened the bedside table to retrieve the lube that I had stashed there for just such an occasion. I gently inserted the nozzle into her puckered hole and squeezed the tube. She started as the lubricant, cool to the touch, filled her up. When I removed the nozzle, her muscles slowly drew closed and some of the wet slippery liquid oozed out of her tight hole. My cock pulsed at the utterly obscene vision of the lube dribbling out of her ass. That’s how she’s going to look later that night, I thought, when she has been fucked and my cum seeps out of her swollen hole.

I used the tip of my forefinger to rub the slick liquid into and around her anus. She moaned at the soft insidious friction of my finger slipping and sliding over her flesh. When my finger pierced the ring of muscle that guarded her entrance and slid in up to the first knuckle, I relished the sweetness of her surrender. She whimpered at the unfamiliar intrusion and her muscles clutched at my finger, unsure whether to suck me in or squeeze me out. I made up her mind for her. As her muscles tired and relaxed briefly, I slid my finger all the way in. She grunted softly at the penetration. Her insides were hot and very very tight, the lube squishing between our grinding flesh. I wondered how she would ever take the thickness of my swollen shaft.

Her delicious little bottom felt so different from her cunt, firmer, less spongy, less willing to yield to an intruder. We were both still for a moment, my finger and her hips both unmoving. And then, I gently wiggled my digit, churning her innards, massaging the hot walls of her tight tunnel. She whined like a little puppy and then her hips began to move in tight little circles, the muscles of her ass squeezing and releasing the finger trapped inside her flesh. It was the signal I was waiting for. I began to slowly fuck in and out of her tight passage.

The sight of her sphincter clutching my finger as it slid in and out her body was erotic poetry. The tight ring of muscle was pulled outwards as I slid out and then pushed inwards as I slid in. The lube that I had squeezed into her hot little ass oozed out from around my digit. But what inflamed me even more, what made my cock so hard that it hurt were the soft sucking noises that my finger made as it thrust in and out of that lube filled tunnel. At that point, I feared that I would cum just by the sights and sounds of her without even having felt the heat of her ass milking my flesh.

She appeared to have relaxed enough to want more. Her hips were heaving upwards now, impaling her exposed flesh onto my finger. On the downstroke, I placed the tip of my middle finger next to my forefinger and pressed in firmly. She moaned at the sensation of fullness, not in pain, but in quiet satisfaction. A little shudder ran through her as I began to fuck her, slowly and methodically. I used my fingers, by turns scissoring them open and twisting them inside her like a live corkscrew, to open her up. I was broader than two fingers and I didn’t want to hurt her going in. I wanted my throbbing shaft to slip into her like a hot knife through butter before I fucked her brains out.

My other hand eased beneath her body to rummage in her cunt. She was leaking like a broken faucet and the surface of the pillow was completely drenched. The fabric was now transparent. I didn’t remember her ever being so soaked. And that’s saying a great deal. My baby has always been a wet fuck. I gently cupped her pussy where the silver egg still vibrated busily, adding to the flood of sensation already hotwiring her brain. Her hips went crazy, undecided whether to rub her stiff little clit against my gently exploring palm or to drive her ass onto my marauding fingers.

As she began to jerk like a broken marionette, I decided to put her out of her misery of choice and withdrew my fingers from her bottomhole. She whimpered, utterly distraught that I had abandoned her needy little rosebud. Actually, I was doing nothing of the kind. I took the slim silver bullet that I had used on her clit and slid it smoothly into her yawning asshole.

“Time to go to heaven, baby,” I whispered and turned the knob of the vibrator on. Now the possibilities were endless. No wonder boys love toys. I fucked the slick throbbing cylinder in and out of her hot little tush as she bounced helplessly on the pillow. I knew that the two vibrating toys would be dancing their own little tango inside her body, rubbing against each other through the thin membrane separating her two tight tunnels.

But it wasn’t over yet. I began upping the power on each. As the toys revved up and the soft metallic whirr turned her insides into liquid, I sliced through her silk bonds with my pocketknife to free her flailing limbs. I was in no mood for untying knots. That’s why I keep that blade honed like the edge of a razor. I flipped her over onto her back. She made an utterly obscene, utterly delicious sight. Her asshole was distended, the skin along the rim almost translucent, one inch of vibrating silver pouting from her rump. Her cunt was splayed open – hot and pink and wet, the stem of her clit engorged, free of its fleshy pouch, begging to be used. The same pleading was in her eyes.

I pushed her thighs back against her body, splitting her fully open and dipped my head. She knew what I was going to do before I did it. Her head flipped back exposing her throat and her back arched as though she were offering the soft mounds of her breasts to the Gods. When I took her pink throbbing little pearl in my mouth, she screamed. It took just one liquid suck before she lost her body to pleasure that she could scarcely understand. Her body seemed completely disjointed, as though it had a life apart from her, as though her mind were a stranger to her limbs. Her arms and legs were jerking spasmodically, trailing the scarlet ribbons of her captivity, their ends sharp where my knife had fallen.

I didn’t wait for her orgasm to fade into little aftershocks. I wanted to fuck her while her body was still thrashing from her cum. I withdrew the silver bullet from her quivering asshole like a blade from a fresh wound. My palms gripped her thighs, slick from the juices she had been spewing all night and pushed her backwards and outwards, opening her up completely. She felt the head of my cock come to rest against her yawning hole even through the fog of her release.

“Oh, God … yes … yes … please,”

There was such animal longing in her voice that it made my balls tighten. As she felt my flesh slowly cleave her open, stretching the muscles of her anus, she softly whispered, … fuck me … fuck me … fuck me …, again and again like a litany. Her raw insatiable hunger had an erotic intensity that made my cock throb. As I slowly slid into the hot, lube slick tightness of her, I moaned. I was drowning very quickly in a medley of sensation – her ass clenching and releasing in the aftermath of her cum, the incessant throb of the velvet egg perched securely in her spasming cunt, the wetness of her juices which were dripping from her slit into her crease and onto my pumping cock.

What finally tipped me over was the tenderness in her eyes and the pleading in her voice, “Cum for me, baby.” I had no choice. As my thick cream boiled over, painting white the dark pink walls of her anus, I felt as though my body would dissolve into her flesh. I didn’t remember ever cumming so hard or for so long. I crushed her soft body with mine as I thrashed in release. She wrapped her arms around me, holding me, stroking me as I emptied, our sweat slick bodies grinding against each other feverishly.

When I finally pulled my still rampant flesh out of her body, my cum followed it, oozing in thick creamy ribbons from her ravished little hole, now red and swollen. I switched off the silver egg and gently eased it out of her cunt into my waiting palm. It was slippery with her juices and it slid about frantically as I closed my palm over it gingerly. I crawled up the bed to lie down beside her and then gently drew her shaking body into my arms. For a few minutes, neither of us could summon the energy to speak.

“What was that all about?” she mumbled finally.

“Happy women’s day!” I whispered.

“Really?” she asked, her eyes wide with surprise.

“No, silly … Not really,” I laughed, “I don’t need a reason to drive you crazy.”

She giggled happily and snuggled against me, nuzzling my chest with her nose. As I gently stroked her soft hair, I wondered if she really knew what she meant to me, whether she knew that she was my miracle … like sunsets over the ocean or walking barefoot in the sand, the quiet purr of a well fed kitten or the ineffable softness of a baby’s hand. But then, I thought, how could she not know?

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Will You Love Me ‘Til I Die? Ch. 09

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I was almost afraid to open my eyes in the morning. I didn’t want to see if I had only dreamed I was lying in bed with two wonderful women that I loved beyond my ability to imagine and who loved me the same way. When I did raise my eyelids the image of Mitra’s beautiful face rushed toward me at the speed of light and reassured me that I had not dreamed her, she was really here beside me. The warmth of Suvarna on my back let me know that she was with me as well.

My comfortable position between my lovers was suddenly disrupted by the opening of the bedroom door.

“Will one of you get up and help me? Jean and I have been making love all night and he’s still ready for more. I’ve got to give my pussy a break or I won’t be able to sit or drive today.”

Mitra looked at her and giggled. “You got more than you bargained for huh?”

“I’m not complaining but I do need a little rest. I don’t think I slept more that five hours last night and that was interrupted for fucking.”

“Come here my precious Vitesha.”

She walked over to Mitra and sat on the bed.

“Now kiss me real nice and I’ll let you take my place here with Prem and Suvarna.”

Vitesha put her arms around Mitra and kissed her passionately and caressed her full breast with her hand. “I thought you were tired.”

“I’m never too tired to love you Mitra. But I’m glad you don’t have a cock.”

Mitra giggled again and said, “I think it’s about time I go get one.” She got out of the bed and walked out the door closing it quietly behind her.

“Before I lay down here, are you two going to get started?”

“What time is it?”

“Six thirty.”

“I don’t think we’d have a problem sleeping ’til eight would we Suvarna?”

Suvarna didn’t answer.

“I think we can assume that Suvarna is OK with that. But if you’re still here when we do get started I can’t promise you won’t get molested again.”

Vitesha lay down and snuggled up next to me and said, “Can I count on that?”

“I love you Vitesha. Now get some sleep.” She wiggled her ass against me and closed her eyes.

Mitra opened the bedroom door, stepped inside and closed the door behind her. Jean was lying naked in the bed on his back and looked a little surprised to see her but that look was soon replaced with one that said he was very happy that another gorgeous naked woman was walking sensually toward him.

“Vitesha said she was exhausted and needed to get some sleep so she asked me to keep you company for a while. You don’t mind do you?”

His cock twitched and began to stiffen as his eyes carefully evaluated her voluptuous body. She sat down on the bed next to him and put her hand on his hardening cock.

“That’s exactly the answer I was hoping for. Before we get started, come with me to the bathroom and we’ll take a shower.”

When they walked in the bathroom Mitra said, “You can tell Suvarna had a hand in designing these bathrooms. These showers without walls are really nice.” She walked to the faucet and turned on both wall mounted showerheads and the overhead rain shower and adjusted the temperature. “There that should be just right. Now Jean you wash your hair and I’ll wash your body.”

When he was wet she moved him back out of the sprays and poured body wash on a large natural sponge and began to wash his neck and shoulders. The suds ran down his chest and she followed them with the sponge, bathing him gently like she had done countless times with her patients. She washed his back and ass then knelt next to him and washed his legs and feet then put the sponge down and poured body wash in her hand to wash his cock and balls. She got him covered in suds as she stroked his cock and tenderly moved her hand all around his scrotum. She reached between his legs to wash his asshole and his crack.

She stood up and handed the sponge to him. “Now you wash my body.” She shampooed her hair while he bathed her in the same way she had done for him. He spent a little more time on her tits than she had on his. “Do you like my breasts Jean?”

“They’re beautiful and larger than Vitesha’s.”

“So you like large breasts do you?”

“Yes, especially when they are as beautiful as yours. They’re very exciting to me.”

“Would you like to suck on them?”

“Yes I would like that.”

“Good, I’d like that too. You can suck on them all you want when we get back to the bed. Play with them. Rub your hands over them and feel my nipples with your palms. Pinch them and pull on them.” Her hand moved to his cock and encircled the hard shaft and slid up and down it as he fondled her breasts. “Breathe deeply Jean. Close your eyes and concentrate on what your hands are telling you.”

She let go of his cock. “Now get on your knees.” She turned around, spread her legs and bent forward slightly. “Wash my ass Jean. Do it the same way you washed my breasts. Squeeze my cheeks and rub your hands between them. Oh yes Jean, that’s perfect.” His finger rubbed her puckered hole in little circles. “Go ahead Jean, it’s OK.” She felt the tip of his finger ease inside her asshole then slide up her completely. He moved it slowly in and out. She reached back with her hands and pulled her cheeks apart so he could see what he was doing to her. “Do you like that Jean?”

“Yes.”

“Put some more body wash on you finger and do it some more. If you get me nice and clean I’ll let you lick it. Have you ever done that to a woman Jean?”

“No.”

“Would you like to do that to me?”

“Yes.”

He continued to wash her asshole until he was satisfied that it was clean then held her cheeks apart so the water could rinse her. She turned around so her pussy was in front of his face. “Wash my pussy Jean. How do you say pussy in French?”

“There are several words as there are in English. I prefer minou but vagin is also used.”

“They both sound very sexy. Wash my minou Jean. Use you fingers and bathe it like you would a little kitten. Look at all the parts and let them excite you. Think about when we get in bed and you can lick it and suck it.”

“Mitra why do all of you remove your pubic hair?”

“Suvarna had to have a medical procedure and the doctor told her to get rid of it. It looked so sexy and felt so good that Vitesha, Prem and I decided to join her. Do you like the way it looks?”

“Oh yes, very much. I always thought the hair interfered with oral sex when I did that for my lovers. French women tend to have a lot of pubic hair, at least those that I have been with. Vitesha’s minou felt so smooth and much more accessible to me.”

“Well, we certainly don’t want anything to interfere with your access to my minou.”

He washed her entire crotch as lovingly and tenderly as a mother washing her infant. She loved the look of fascination and wonder on his face while he was doing it. She couldn’t remember being with anybody that had more fun playing with her body.

They got out of the shower and dried each other then she handed him the hair dryer and asked him to brush her hair while drying it. He did this the same way he had washed her and seemed to enjoy it as much as she did. When he finished he turned the dryer on his own hair for a minute then turned it off and put it down.

When they got back to the bedroom she lay down on her side. “I always like to start lovemaking with a kiss. Lie next to me Jean and kiss me.” She wrapped her arms around him and pulled him close then slowly moved her lips toward his mouth and began to kiss him. They continued to kiss for several minutes enjoying exploring each other’s mouth with their tongues. She felt the warmth of his hard cock on her stomach.

“Mitra you are the best kisser I have ever known. You’re even better than my sister and she really loves to kiss.”

“Your sister? You kiss Janelle like that?”

“Sometimes. We have made love a few times.”

“I see. Does your mother know about this?”

“I don’t think so. If she does then she must be OK with it because she has never said anything to us about it.”

“Madeline is an unusual woman Jean, in many ways. She understands more than the average person does. She has a very good heart and I can see that she loves you and Janelle very much. I hope you realize how lucky you are to have her for a mother. I don’t judge people, especially for making love but please be careful and don’t get Janelle pregnant. That would hurt your mother very much and there is no need for it to happen. It is very important that both of you be responsible for your actions, not just with sex but in everything you do. Love is more than sex Jean, you must respect Janelle and take care of her.”

“I understand Mitra. Janelle and I love each other but we both know we were only exploring sex when we first did it. We were convenient for each other. She also likes to have sex with other women. Vitesha said I should invite her to come here and be with her. Do you think that would be OK?”

“I think that would be a great idea. We’re all into loving other women so the more the merrier. Since she’s your twin there’s no doubt we would love to be with her. Now, I think I remember you wanted to spend some time with my tits. You mustn’t keep them waiting.”

He scooted down until his mouth was level with her breast then pushed her over on her back and used his hand to pull her leg to get her to spread them. When she had done so he crawled between them and lay on her stomach so he could get his hands on both of her tits. He spent the next fifteen minutes playing with them and loving them like he had never seen tits before. Kissing, licking, sucking, biting her nipples, massaging them and rubbing his thumbs over her areola around the erect nipple. He talked to them in French and rubbed his cheeks on them burying his face between them and pushing them against the side of his head.

“Jean you have loved my tits better than anybody I have ever been with. I think you deserve a reward. How would you like to put your hard cock between them and slide it up and down my chest?”

“I would like that very much Mitra. Could I do it until I cum?”

“Cum as much as you want. Cum all over them and smear it around with the head of your cock. See if you can cover them in your hot cream. Let me up and I’ll go get something to make it more enjoyable for you.”

She went to the bathroom and rummaged around in Vitesha’s case and found some massage oil and brought it back to the bed along with a wet washcloth and a couple of towels then lay down on her back again.

“Straddle my chest and lay your cock between my tits.”

He was already hard from the anticipation of fucking her tits.

She poured some of the oil on his cock so that it would run down the sides of her tits then sat the bottle down and pressed them together with her hands forming a cocoon of soft flesh around his hard penis.

“How does that feel Jean?”

“Merveilleux. Formidable.”

“Now start sliding it back and forth.”

His movement spread the oil from her lower chest to her throat as he slid his hot cock in and out of the tunnel between her delicious breasts.

“Use your hands to press them together to make them feel just right to you. I’ve got something else to do with mine.”

He began to squeeze them and move them up and down as he fucked them. Mitra moved one of her hands to cup his balls, which were now coated with the oil. She caressed them and played with them with her fingers, pulling on them when his cock was high on her chest and squeezing them when he pulled it back. He kept up a nice rhythm and in a few minutes his precum was leaking onto her chest. She bent her head down and opened her mouth and when he slid forward the next time she let the head of his cock slip into her mouth. He liked this added variation and held it there with each stroke so she could suck on it.

“I feel like I will cum soon.”

“Then cum my sweet young lover, cum wherever you want to put it. Show me how much you can spray all over my chest.”

After a few more strokes he pulled his cock back and pressed her tits together so that the nipples were touching and laid the head on them.

“Do it Jean. Spurt your cum on my nipples and all over my chest. Do it now Jean.”

She squeezed his balls and his cock twitched and rose up a little then began to spew his thick white cream out of the tip. The first long rope started at her nipples and stretched to her lips. Her tongue began to lick it into her mouth stretching down her chin to get it. He let go of her breasts allowing them to fall naturally in to place on her chest then grabbed his cock with his hand and jerked out half a dozen more ejaculations on to her chest. She used the fingers of her other hand to begin smearing it all over her throat and chest while he continued adding to the wet sticky puddle of cum already on her. She gave his balls a final gentle squeeze then released them as the last bit of his semen oozed out of his cock onto one of her nipples.

“Oooohhhh Jean that was very impressive. You’ve decorated my chest beautifully. Now use your finger to scoop it up and put it in my mouth.”

He slowly slid his finger through the globs of pearly liquid and when it was coated with his discharge he put his finger in her mouth and she sucked and licked it clean. They continued to play this game until most of his cum had been deposited in her mouth.

“Jean grab that wash cloth and wipe off the rest of this then use the towel to clean me up.”

As he finished wiping her clean he said, “That was one of the best things I have ever done. I’m very glad I could do it with you. You are really a wonderful woman.”

“Thank you Jean, I enjoyed it too.”

“Now it is time I did something wonderful for you. Turn over.”

“Ooooh, avec plaisir mon cher.”

“So you do know some French.”

“Oui, un peu.”

“You obviously know how to French kiss so now you’ll get to experience it dans le cul.”

“I hope you just said what I think you said.”

He lay down between her legs and spread her ass cheeks them licked her asshole.

“Ohhhh Yesss baby you did say what I hoped you said.”

He continued playing with her ass and licking her the same way he had played with her tits and for just as long.

“Oh Jean that feels fabulous. Now put you finger in my vagina and press toward my stomach and rub me until you find my g-spot. I’ll let you know when you find it. “Ooooh yes, right there. Put another finger in me and keep gently stroking it while you suck on my asshole.”

In a few minutes she began to squirm and move her hips up and down as he continued to pleasure her. She was moaning softly and breathing deeply.

“Ohhh Jean, yes baby yes keep doing that. Yes just like that Ohhh, Ohhh, Ohhh Jean, je jouis. I’m cumming for you my sweet.”

Her pussy contracted around his fingers and her juices ran out onto his hand. “What a wonderful way to wake up this morning. We have given each other incredible orgasms and become friends in the process. This is going to be a glorious day. I’m going to lie on my back now and I want you to lie across the bed and get close to me so I can put my legs over you.”

When he had moved into position she told him to put the head of his cock inside her vagina and hold on to the shaft with his hand.

“Play with me Jean. Feel me. Get my wet pussy even wetter and let my juices coat your cock. Reach up with your hand and rub my breast. Play with your balls and I will play with my clit. Don’t be concerned with having an orgasm just enjoy me as I will enjoy you.”

Jean stroked his hard cock slowly while he moved the head up and down her slit. When he put it on her clit she used her fingers to rub the sensitive glans against her swollen nub sending waves of pleasurable sensations though both of them. “Oh Jean yes, you are such a wonderful lover. Feeling your precum leaking onto my clit from your hot cock makes me very excited. Take your time my sweet. Enjoy these little things that most people miss when they make love. Close your eyes and breath deeply as you play with me and let the feelings go deep inside you.”

Her hand slid slowly down his shaft and caressed his balls. “Mitra you make me feel more aware of my cock than anybody has ever done before. Your fingers tell me more than words how much you appreciate me and want to be here playing with me. I’ve never felt this relaxed and yet excited at the same time.”

Her hand slid back up his shaft and her skillful fingers wrapped around it and squeezed it gently as she guided the head to her opening while pushing her hips forward to slide her warm pink vagina over it until his entire cock was fully ensconced in her loving embrace. He put his arm around her thigh and pulled her leg to open her even more so his cock could be as deep in her as possible then laid his head on her leg and closed his eyes. He thought of nothing but the throbbing of his cock inside her as he closed his eyes and surrendered to the love that washed over him like gentle waves.

Jean had never felt anything like this before. Lying still and silently feeling this beautiful woman’s pussy pulsing rhythmically around his cock was an experience he had never thought possible. He realized that it couldn’t be done by sex alone; it had to be because of the love. It was a love completely alien to him. Each pulse of her warm pink walls enclosing his hard cock sent impulses from his genitals up to his heart and filled him with joy.

Finally it overwhelmed him and he felt his orgasm begin deep inside him. He had to show her. He had to acknowledge what her love had done to him. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and laid it on her bare mound just as the first spurt of his hot cum shot out of the tip. Neither of them said a word as he continued to spew his semen across her lower stomach in an offering to his one true goddess. An offering she accepted as tribute to the love she had so unselfishly shared with him.

They were still lying there enjoying each other’s bodies and spirits when there was a knock on the door. When neither of them answered, Vitesha opened the door and crept in.

“I hate to interrupt your fun but it’s eight thirty and Suvarna wants to go out. We have a lot to do today.”

“Vitesha come kiss me and tell me why you neglected to let me know how delightful this young man is.”

Vitesha walked over to her and kissed her. “I didn’t want to spoil the surprise Mitra. I knew you could discover Jean for yourself. Did he tell you his twin sister Janelle might be joining us for some fun?”

“He did and if she’s as much like Jean as I suspect she is then we are in for a treat. Do we have time to take a shower?”

“Yes we’re just now going down for coffee and the pastries that Madeline gave us. Come along after your shower.”

After coffee we finished unloading our luggage before driving around the area to visit a few of the chateaus that were also wineries. Jean explained who we were and that got us invited to tour the homes and the winemaking facilities. Our tours ended with a chat with the owners or in one case the head wine steward. These chats included sampling the wine of course. The people we met were very cordial and quite willing to answer questions. The estates were beautiful and the vineyards well cared for. We got the name of some people that could help us with the list of items to be fixed at the Maison. They all said they were glad to finally meet the owner as they had been wondering about the place for a long time.

Jean then took us to a farmer’s market where Mitra excitedly loaded up on fresh fruits, vegetables and several delicious varieties of mushrooms for our meals. We also stopped at a more modern supermarket to get other staples and necessities. The car was jammed full of stuff by the time we returned to the Maison. The aroma in the car was fabulous. It seems Mitra had found an assortment of herbs, spices and flowers whose aroma was scenting the interior of the car in a most extraordinary manner.

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