Aylar: Haziran 2022

Olivia took a deep breath, shook herself a little to try to calm the nervous trembling that quivered inside her, and pressed the door bell. She waited only a minute, even less, and the door opened.

“Oh hi Olivia,” the man at the door said. It was her next door neighbour in the small, quiet street. A bit of a mystery man, though well-liked by everyone, forty-ish, single, rarely said much at all about his private life, and all the neighbours respected that. No-one was even sure just what he did for a living, but they all knew he had plenty of money, was generous with friendly loans on many occasions, was very, very intelligent, and held great parties. His name was David and over the last few years he and Olivia had become good friends. She was a straight-A student at her university, doing an advanced course in physics, and was recognized by the uni as a star student with a huge future. Olivia was an extremely intelligent girl, and she allowed quite readily that a proportion of her academic success was due to the help that David gave her. Not that he ever actually did her work for her, she would not have dreamed of asking that, and he would have refused if she had. But he was brilliant at explaining things, at asking the right questions, the sort of questioning that slowly guided the learner to the solutions.

David looked at her now, as he always did, seeing a very pretty young woman, dark blonde, almost brown hair, slim. Despite her beauty, of which she did not seem to be aware, Olivia never seemed to have a regular boyfriend. She was a loner, living with her mother next door, totally committed to her academic career. Despite his respect and liking for her, as usual David could not stop himself from admiring her looks, her slim legs that emerged so prettily from beneath the mid-thigh length denim skirt, the smallish (probably a 32 b, he had decided a fair while ago) breasts, today concealed under a grey T-shirt with a heavy-metal rose and heart type motif on the front. He was surprised to discern that she did not appear to be wearing a bra, and was angry at himself for noticing.

“Hi David,” Olivia chirped brightly, watching his eyes in their quick tour of her body. She had noticed a while ago that David admired her, especially at the pool parties when all she was wearing was the modest blue bikini she liked so much. She liked that he admired her, liked him and trusted him, and was often annoyed that he was too well-mannered, or too afraid, or too conscious of the difference in their ages, to have ever done any more than look at her admiringly. There had been several parties when she would not have said no if he had suggested anything more than the involved scientific discussions they often indulged in, and there had been one party when she had thought she had done a lot to encourage him. But perhaps he had just dismissed it as her having had too much to drink.

That would change today, this afternoon, she hoped, as her physical loneliness, and an overwhelming curiosity about something, had given her the courage to be here now, standing waiting for him to ask her in.

David saw that over her shoulder, Olivia had the bag which usually contained her files and books, whatever was relevant to the problem she was trying to solve. Nothing ‘untoward’ had ever happened between them, and with a twinge in his belly he had to concede that nothing ever would.

“Come in, Olivia, it’s nice to see you again,” he said, standing back to let her through the door, watching her cute bum wiggle under the skirt as she walked automatically to the table where they usually sat. He had noticed some sort of tension in her face. “You look like you have a big problem that needs solving.”

“A very big problem,” Olivia said softly, annoyed at the slight tremble in her voice. “An experiment-a difficult experiment-that I just have to do, and I know you are the only person who can help me with it. I just hope you won’t say no.”

“Now why would I say no,” David laughed. He went to the fridge and took out a jug of lemon squash, some ice, made two long drinks of it and brought them over to the table. Olivia wished he had offered her something stronger, but no, she needed to keep her mind clear for this.

“So,” David continued, “what’s this problem that has put that frown on your face?” He lit a cigarette, offered Olivia one, was puzzled that her fingers trembled slightly as she accepted it. She was normally very confident about everything.

“Well, it’s…there’s something I need to find out,” and Olivia became very annoyed with herself that she was struggling to find the words. Ever since she had decided on this, a few days ago, she had rehearsed over and over in her mind how she would make the suggestion to David. Ever since that enlightening conversation with several of the young women who were as close as she came to having best friends. It had been at a bar, and they were all a little drunk, and Olivia had been amazed and fascinated by some of the admissions the others had made about their sexual activities.

For herself, Olivia rarely bothered with it. Occasionally, almanbahis şikayet if the mood was right, and the guy was nice, she went along with it all and normally it was all ok, though she had never experienced the mind-blowing bells, stars, explosions, however it was worded, that sex was apparently meant to be if it was done ‘right’. Often she wondered if those sorts of reactions were in fact reality, or just made up stuff in novels and movies.

Anyway, she had gathered from the conversation that there were experiences she had so far missed out on, Mandy’s hand on her thigh several times had convinced her that there was an opportunity to experiment that way, but it was another sort of activity that had intrigued her more, and she could only think of David as the person who could help her explore it. But she had to admit to herself that she might also be running the huge risk of earning his anger, or even contempt. All she had to go on was the way she often caught him looking at her, and her belief that most men would never say no. But also at the back of her mind was the certain knowledge that David was not most men.

She had spent hours the evening before researching on the internet everything she felt she should know about it, had even taken notes-typical me, she had laughed derisively at herself-and now it was just a matter of having the courage to ask him.

“It’s not…the usual sort of thing I ask you…” and her trepidation was obvious. David was now very intrigued. They had a good relationship, friends, perhaps mentor and student, nothing formal, no money ever changed hands. So why was she so nervous about this.

“Well, you know I am always here to help you out,” David tried to reassure her. “It’s so wonderful seeing you doing so well in your studies.”

“This isn’t really related to them,” Olivia almost whispered, and tried to laugh to calm herself. “It’s more a personal thing.” Even more intrigued now, David decided that she must be wanting boyfriend advice. He encouraged her with a smile.

“Well I hope whatever it is, that I can help Olivia, you know that,” he said, and he wanted to pat her hand as her fingers drummed softly and insistently on the table. But he didn’t.

“Ok…well…ok,” and Olivia took a deep breath again, and decided there was no other way. “It’s…some friends of mine were talking the other night…some things they said…made me curious…I really need to know…sort of like research you know…” she laughed to cover her flusteredness, “I really need to know what it’s like to…” another deep breath and nervous, soft laugh, ” to be fucked in the bum.” And she looked deep at his eyes to gauge his reaction, “and I was hoping you would…you know…” Very flustered now, she trailed off, happy though that his reaction was not one of shock or amazement. His eyes said that he liked what she had proposed.

For a few moments there was silence. David was in fact amazed, stunned, at what she had said. Could it be that all those fruitless nights of fantasizing over what it would be like to spend the night in bed with her were about to become reality? Not that he had ever imagined that she would suggest this particular activity, but even so.

Olivia rushed on, not wanting any more silence, still afraid he would laugh at her or something.

“I’ve done a lot of research,” she was scrabbling around in her bag, pulling out a file, and a small tube, “I’ve prepared myself…you know…the sites suggested some things…I have this…they said it would be a good idea,” and she pushed the tube of lubricant to the middle of the table, and opened the file, “I even made up a list of questions that I want to know the answers to…need to know…”and again she trailed off, her voice very quiet now, she looked down at her knees, not wanting to meet his eyes, in her mind begging him to say something.

David felt sure now that there was no harm at all in touching her. He reached over the table and took her hand. His mind raced in its search for the right words, to tell her he loved the idea and wanted to help her, but at the same time to be careful not to appear insensitively over-eager to see her naked, to touch her, to fuck her, even though these were things he was very eager to do, and had been for several years now.

“I think that would be a great experiment for us to do together,” he said softly, annoyed at the thickness that came into his voice, and squirmed a little to placate the erection that had sprung to life as she had been talking.

“Really?” Olivia asked, the relief was enormous, she felt a flood of warmth rush through her, and an easing of tension in her body such as, up till now, she had only ever felt after masturbating. And even more pleasurable was the growing in her of a new kind of tension, a much more pleasant kind, the thrill of anticipation.

The edginess that had been in the air just now had dissipated, and again they were a pair of enquiring minds, at the beginning of a new adventure into learning something as yet unknown. They lit more cigarettes. Her voice was almanbahis canlı casino calm now, though her body wasn’t. Deep in her belly she felt tingling and a twitching. A delicious twitching and tingling.

“David…may I ask…do you have any…um…experience…in this sort of research?” and she laughed-she had a beautiful laugh, he had always thought that-she laughed at how she had worded her inquiry.

“Yes I do,” and David laughed with her. They were both totally relaxed now, and both totally enjoying these quiet moments in anticipation of the intimacy they were about to share.

“Then,” and Olivia put out her cigarette, she didn’t normally have two so close together, and she wanted to keep her mind completely clear, to appreciate fully this new experience.

David looked with amusement at the list of questions typed on the one sheet of paper in the file. It was so like the scholarly young woman she was, there were a lot of questions, and they were arranged in groups and sub-groups. He smiled to himself that it would be just like her to want to pause frequently during their ‘experiment’ to make notes. He was sure he wouldn’t mind that.

There was an air of lightheartedness now, now that what was going to happen had been assigned a name, it was an experiment, and they had done a lot of those together.

Olivia rose from her seat, and walked around the table and sat herself on David’s lap. It was the first time their bodies had ever made any sort of contact, and it was special to both of them. Feeling much more relaxed now, and cheeky, she wiggled her arse on his lap, felt his erection through their clothing, liked it.

“Well, it seems your equipment is prepared for our experiment,” and she giggled and wanted to kiss him. David laughed with her, fighting against the urge to push the bulge in his jeans back at her bum. He wondered if kissing her would be consistent with the experiment. Olivia put an arm around his shoulder, and she smelt beautiful, a light, seductive perfume, he inhaled the scent of her deeply. The way she was sitting with her arm across his shoulder he could see into the short sleeve of her t-shirt, and he looked closely for a few seconds at the sexiness of her armpit, smooth and white, with that intriguing mound in it, a reflection of another mound he knew he would be seeing soon. This thought made his cock twitch, she must have felt it because she giggled, and wriggled her bum on it again, and then she went on, “And like I said, I’ve prepared my um…equipment,” and they both laughed again.

There was a brief pause now, who would bring it up first, the moving to the bedroom? Olivia assumed that would be where they would go. She knew he was too much of a gentleman to just bend her over the table and ‘do it’, though that was an exciting prospect too. Yet another thrill of heat tingled deep through her belly, and down between her thighs.

“You know,” David said a little nervously, “in this sort of um…experiment, it will be a big help to you if you are very aroused.” He hoped he hadn’t sounded too practical, too eager.

” I knew you would be the best partner for my experiment,” she replied, very excitedly. “Oh yes, I know that. My research told me that, while there might be a fair bit of…um, while it be uncomfortable, it isn’t so bad if I’m um…as you said, aroused,” and with her tone, matching his, it could have been that they were discussing theories for a new method for splitting the atom. “That’s why I decided to ask you to help me with this research. Because I know you believe so strongly in doing things um…” she couldn’t find the word, she didn’t want to say methodical, she was genuinely interested in finding out what anal sex was like, but she didn’t want it to be too impersonal, too disinterested. “Thorough,” she went on. It would have to do, though it still wasn’t really the word she was looking for either. She definitely wanted this to be fun, and the tingling deep down in her belly was telling her she was expecting more than that too. David felt her body tremble on his lap, and he looked at her, and she looked back at him, and their eyes made an important new understanding, and she bent her head and put her lips on his.

David’s arm moved from the table, and his hand rested on Olivia’s leg, just above her knee. Her skin was warm and smooth, and his hand slid up her thigh, slowly, stopping just under the hem of her skirt, then back to her knee again. In response Olivia pressed her tongue at his lips, they opened, and their tongues tangled gently, exploring, kissing softly, each exploring the scent and taste of the other’s mouth. Olivia took a deep breath, waited for David’s hand to venture further, wanting it too, loving the feel of it on the firm smooth skin of her leg. She squirmed a little, David understood the signal, his hand went under Olivia’s skirt, and his fingertips stroked gently at the softer sensitive skin at the top of her inner thigh. Her tongue went deeper into his mouth, and she pressed her arse down hard on the bulge in his jeans. The sensation of his fingers on almanbahis casino her thigh, the knowing how close they were to her delicate entrances, was wonderful, and she was so glad she had had the courage to ask him to help her with this research.

The kiss broke off.

“Shall we move into the laboratory,” David asked her with a smile, and she laughed very softly, and stood up, missing the feel of his hand on her thigh, trembling with the anticipation of what was coming. David stood and took her hand.

“Shall we bring the file with the focus questions?” he asked, and they both laughed happily at the ridiculousness of it.

“No,” she laughed, “we both have good memories. We can make our notes afterwards.” David led her to his bedroom.

It was a large room, with French windows opening out on to the huge patio area which surrounded his pool. Olivia had swam in that many times, and told herself that today, after the experiment, she would ask if he would mind her swimming naked in it, something she had long wanted to do. Of course, she had never been in his bedroom before, and her belly tingled at the awareness of why she was there now. She slipped her sandals off and sat on the bed.

David had been barefoot anyway, and he knelt up on the bed, behind Olivia. She breathed deeply as she waited, expectantly. In his jeans, David’s cock twitched and jumped, he felt little shards of heat racing through his belly, through his cock. This beautiful young woman was waiting for him to undress her, to touch her, and to be very intimate with her. It was taking all his years of experience, with many women, and all the power of his innate good manners and considerateness, to remind him to keep it all slow and gentle.

She turned her head to his, their lips met again, and his tongue slowly slid around inside her mouth, taking in all the sweetness of her breath, and the warmth of its excitement. As he kissed her, he moved his hands to her hips, his fingers closed gently on the hem of her t-shirt, and he lifted it up, slowly, over her belly, the edges of his hands making contact with the smooth warm skin of her belly for the first time, it was electrifying, and Olivia felt that way too, her body trembled, her tongue pressed at his, as he lifted the t-shirt over her breasts.

David looked down, his tongue still playing with Olivia’s, and his mind sighed at the sight of her breasts for the first time. They were beautiful, firm and upright, pushing out from her chest, the nipples that beautiful reddish-tinted brownish colour, erect from her anticipation. Olivia broke off the kiss, and watched his eyes as they took in the beauty of her breasts. His hands moved a little, and cupped underneath them, and for a second she tilted her head back and closed her eyes. The softly tender way his hands were just cupping under her breasts, his thumbs very gently stroking at the sensitive skin, reassured her that this was going to be very different from the mashing they were used to from the young men she had been with up till now.

David moved his thumbs to Olivia’s nipples, so hard they felt, and began making firm little circles over them, around and around. At the first touch, Olivia had gasped, and now her breathing change, and she felt a moisture between her thighs, and she stroked his hair as his thumbs rubbed little circles into her nipples, and the tips of his fingers scratched so softly at the delicate skin on the undersides of her breasts.

“Mmm,” she was moaning softly. With another kiss to her lips, David lifted Olivia’s t-shirt over her head, and dropped it on to the bed. His hands closed over her breasts again, and he let the skin of his palms savour the feel of them. Olivia’s tongue flicked at his lips. Arousal was not going to be a problem, she could feel the building in her belly, soft and just hinting at the moment, hinting that it was getting stronger, and would only get better and better.

She knelt up on the bed now, and smiled at him, her chest pushed out a little, encouraging, and David bent his head and his tongue flicked first at one nipple, then the other. Then his lips closed over her right nipple, and he tugged softly at it, his tongue licking at the tip of her nipple, sensing the little split in it, his mouth moved, his lips closed around more of her breast, tasting the beautiful skin, his nose inhaled deeply the scent of the skin of her breast. Olivia sighed softly, her hand pressed down on his head, she bent and kissed his hair, little kisses, his hair smelt recently shampooed, already there was a new tenderness between them, she sighed softly over and over, her mind and body reacting to the sensations of his lips and mouth tugging so amazingly gently at her breast, it was if he wanted to take all of it into his mouth, she moaned again, kissing his hair. David’s hand moved from her hip, down under her skirt, his fingertips traced along the inside of her thigh, she gasped again as his thumb brushed at her panties, brushed delicately at the fabric, just where her entrance was covered by the soft fabric, his thumb pressed a little, she arched her back, pressing her breast at his mouth, as his fingers went in the leg of her panties, pressed gently in, and Olivia gasped again when one of his fingers found her clit, started rubbing on it, she inhaled deeply at this first touch of him so intimate.

Ivan is the name. I’ve read somewhere that the bigger the woman, the tighter the asshole. Since I was a curious and sexually adventurous young Black man, I decided to go test that theory. I am an anally inclined fellow but I’ve never had anal sex with a large woman before. I went to a downtown brothel which specialized in erotic encounters between fat women and their admirers. It was a very fun experience.

The brothel was a grand old place which looked more like a hotel than the sort of place where sexually adventurous men and sometimes women came to satisfy cravings that society frowned upon and denied them. The madam of the brothel was an elderly white woman. She introduced herself as Mistress Bane and asked me what my pleasure was. I told her. She smiled knowingly and led me upstairs. I was led into a plush chamber, and introduced to a plain-faced, plump young woman with blonde hair, green eyes and alabaster skin. She introduced herself as Candy and told me that she would satisfy all of my desires.

The madam left us to our own devices. Candy disrobed before me. She was tall, thick-bodied and plump, with wide hips and a chubby, round bubble butt. I asked her to turn around and she showed me the goods. Yeah, she had what I wanted. A thick and plump almanbahis butt. I was going to have my way with her. I dropped my pants to the floor and Candy got on her hands and knees before taking my cock into her mouth. I’m guessing that this was something she was used to doing. Sucking the dicks of men. She was quite good at it too. Judging by the way she sucked my cock and licked my balls, she was definitely a professional prostitute.

I looked into her eyes as she sucked me off. I’ve always had some empathic ability, which mystifies those who consider me to be a sociopath and a thrill seeker of the worst caliber. I can read people, both men and women, like a book. It’s really not hard for me. Looking in Candy’s eyes, I saw that she hated what she was doing. Also, she hated the brothel and the clients. I remembered the cold way in which she assessed me when I walked in and the way she looked at the madam. Yes, she hated the madam too. Many women who work as prostitutes and strippers are man-haters and they can be quite vicious. The same can be said for any woman. Most of them are cold, calculating predators that make the worst of men pale by comparison. A man-hater is on average far worse than a woman-hater. They are the dark edges of the world, the worst almanbahis yeni giriş humanity has to offer. The rest of us are somewhere in the middle, caught up in their little war.

I continued thrusting my cock into Candy’s mouth and the whore sucked me off before licking my balls. When I came, I blasted my cum all over her face. I could tell that she hated it, which is precisely why I did it. I made her lick me clean. Let the chubby slut earn her money. She’d think twice about spending it on shoes or whatever trivial things these artificial women of the world spent their money on. Yeah, she hated what she was doing but she was so damn good at it.

Next, I had big plans for her ass and informed her. Her eyes widened for half a second, then she seemed resigned to her fate. Apparently, I wasn’t the only man out there with this peculiar fetish. I wanted to fuck a large woman in the ass. I wanted to plunder that tiny hole between those plump butt cheeks of hers. Candy assumed the position. I smiled. This was going to be good. I looked at her plump ass cheeks as she was on all fours. She turned around. I sharply smacked her face and told her not to look at me. She hesitated, then did as she was told.

I spread her plump butt cheeks wide open, almanbahis giriş and pressed my cock against her asshole. With a swift thrust, I went in. my first sensation was one of surprise. For such a big woman, Candy certainly had a small asshole. I’m guessing she didn’t have nearly as many nether visitors as I once thought. Never mind that. I placed my hands on her hips and thrust deeply into her. A satisfying scream escaped her mouth. I held her even more tightly, then slammed into her. Her asshole was small but felt so wonderfully warm and tight. I couldn’t get enough of it. I smacked her plump ass and got a yelp of protest out of her.

I continued to slam into her, loving the feel of the fat woman’s tight asshole around my cock. It was like no other feeling in the world. And I absolutely loved every minute of it. Candy’s plump body shook under the force of my thrusts. She screamed loud enough to wake the dead. It was wonderful. Wondrous music to those ears of mine. I continued to fuck her in the ass until I came, filling her ass with my cum. I squeezed my cock out of her ass, and got a surprise. The large woman’s once tight ass was now a gaping hole. I grinned. Just call me the Ass Stretcher. I paid Candy and left. I’m guessing she was going to remember me in the morning. Too bad I can’t say the same for her. Anyhow, that was my first experience having anal sex with a large woman and it was rather pleasant. I walked out into the night with an extra bounce in my step and a song in my heart.

After 20 years of raising two kids, the journey is nearly over. Don’t get me wrong, I love my boys (aged 20 and 18), but now that the youngest is ready to graduate high school, I am ready for a new chapter in my life. My wife Jean and I are both 46, black, and relatively well-off. We can afford to send our kids to very nice colleges, save for retirement, and go on nice vacations. These are things we never thought we would be able to afford to do, but things have worked out nicely.

Prior to getting married my wife and I lived together for a year. During that year, I got my wife to suck my cock (something most black women at that time would never admit that they do), and take it up her ass on a regular basis. This continued after marriage and even after the kids. But over the past few years, there has been a severe decline in our sexual activities. This is partly due to the fact that we both work long hours to support our lifestyle. We also put on a lot of weight, and that can put a damper on the sex. That is something we are both working on.

My wife had a conference to attend in Orlando. She left on Sunday, but I was unable to join her until Wednesday. I was looking forward to a few days of playing golf while she worked. Then we would get together for drinks, dinner, and a little late-night fun. I arrived almanbahis şikayet in Orlando at about 2:00 pm and caught a cab to the hotel. At that time she was still at the conference, so I checked in and took a little nap. She came in around 4:30 and found me on the bed, naked. I didn’t even hear her open the door.

“Dave, wake up! You really shouldn’t be just lying around naked. What if the maid walked in?” she said. I responded, “Well, then she might get this.” I got off the bed, walked around behind her and cupped her breasts while rubbing my cock on her ass. It is a big ass, as she is about 50 pounds overweight. Hopefully she will bring that down to size, but in the meantime, I say, fuck the ass you’re with!

I work one hand under her skirt to rub her pussy, while the other squeezes her left nipple. I can feel the heat and wetness start to build in her pussy. She lets out that little gasp of breath that lets me know that she likes this. After a couple of minutes of this, combined with me nibbling her neck and ear, she turns around and jams her tongue into my mouth. A drop of pre-sum leaks out of my cock and onto her skirt, but she doesn’t notice. I’ll sneak that off to the dry cleaners when we get home.

After I get her clothes off, I run to get a warm washcloth. She lays facedown almanbahis canlı casino on the bed because she knows what is coming next. I carefully clean her asscrack with the cloth, and throw it aside. Now it is time for me to indulge my particular fetish. She spreads her legs, and I dive right in. I don’t spend time kissing her ass cheeks, or licking around the hole, I dive right into the dark starfish. She wiggles her big, black butt as I try to get my tongue up into her asshole. I know it is disgusting, but maybe that’s why I like it! I lick, suck, and tongue fuck that asshole for a good twenty minutes.

After I have finished my feast, she turns over to offer her pussy. I pay as much attention to her pussy as I did to her ass. But the added bonus? I start putting my finger into her ass while I eat her. First one, then two, and then three fingers are in, and she is bucking against my mouth. I ask her, “Do you like those fingers up your ass, slut?” All she does is push her ass back against my hand in response. So I pull my fingers out and slap her thigh. “Do you like those fingers up your ass, slut?” I ask again. She doesn’t answer. I told her, “If you don’t tell me, you won’t get the fingers back.” She responds, “Yes, put them back.”

“Yes, what?”

“Put them back!”

“Tell me you almanbahis casino like it.”

“I like it!”

“Tell me you’re my slut.”

“I’m your slut!”

“What do you want?”

“Your fingers up my ass!”

“Who owns this ass?”

“You do!”

“That’s my bitch.”

And I shove two fingers back in.

After I finger fuck her ass while licking her pussy, it’s time for her to get banged. I climb on and shove my 7 inch cock into her pussy. I fuck her hard and fast, while holding her arms down above her head. I don’t know why she like this, but what the hell! After fucking her pussy for about 10 minutes, I want the ass. I turn her over and lick her ass for a little while to ensure that it is still wet and loose. I rub a copious amount of spit onto my dick and start to ease it into her ass. She hasn’t gotten fucked up the ass in quite a while, I just work the head in a wait. When she starts to grind back, I know its time to go a little further. I get about four inches in, and know that it is time to stop. So I fuck her ass nice, slow and shallow. I am so excited that it only takes about five minutes before I am pumping her butthole full of cum. Once my cock has deflated, I pull out. She expects me to reach for the washcloth, but I have other thoughts.

I start lick down her back, and she asks “What are you doing?” I keep licking until I get to her abused hole. As I lick her ass, the cum starts to leak out. I lick it up until her ass is nice and clean. She turns over, and I kiss her with my cum covered lips. Then I grab the washcloth.

Movie night with a new lover and a dog that might be a man.

***

I let the spray of hot water wash over me. The water hits my smooth body and runs in streams down my lithe figure, over my tender nipples, through the hills and valleys of my lightly muscled body, down my long, circumcised penis, around my legs, and pooling at my feet before gliding down the drain. Colors swirl in front of my eyes like blood in water. I’m still so high I can barely stand. I lean against the cool tiles and listen to the hiss of the water. The steam from the shower fills my nostrils. The satisfied once-full feeling of my freshly fucked behind dominates my lower body and I reflect on what happened. Flashes of passion come to me and I relive my night in the movie of memory.

I met him on a dating site. Some terrible thing you can download to your phone and be harassed at any moment during the day by potential suitors. Men believe in the power of sex, their strength coming from their hips, their tongues, their cocks, their asses, but few believe in the power of seduction. He was determined to entice me, to set my imagination afire with his language, and to accept nothing less than intimate intent from me. I gave myself to him in text. We talked for weeks and tonight was to be our first meeting. I wanted him. My body ached for him. My mouth watered at his name.

We were supposed to watch a movie. We both knew it would be more than that. He had described to me with carnal explicitness some of the things he had in store for me. For my body. But the pretense of a movie keeps everyone honest. As in, “Honestly, I didn’t realize I’d have his dick in my mouth tonight.”

When he opened the door, I was greeted by, not only his handsome clean shaven face, but the friendliest Pit Bull Terrier anyone has ever met. My date was tall (almost 6’5), a little on the stocky side, and had a casual, conventional attractiveness to him. A jawline for miles. Pale blue eyes, striking against his dark hair, eyebrows, and tan. As I closed the door behind me, he held out a pill and a couple of small brightly colored squares of paper.

“Quick. Take this. Put that under your tongue and hold it there.”

I took the powdery blue pill and stuck the tabs under my tongue.

“Hello to you, too.” I said, my salivary glands going crazy over this new addition to my mouth. I talked around the spit, trying not to drool. “Are you trying to roofie me? Is this what roofieing looks like?”

“Just making the night an interesting one. By the way, my roommate is coming home from work in about two hours.”

“I’m insulted! As though the night weren’t going to be interesting enough with just my company…and-AND the movie.” We picked something everyone liked, but that we’ve both seen before so we could watch it and enjoy it and still make out and not miss anything. He laughed.

“Can I take your sweatshirt?”

“Undressing me already, I see. CaN I TaKe YoUR pAnTs?” I asked sarcastically and let him lead me to his couch, an overstuffed brown sectional missing a section.

“You know, or you could leave it on if you’re more comfortable. And you can have my pants later. Although I doubt you’ll fit.”

“Are you making fat jokes, pal? I work hard to maintain my girlish figure.” I joked and rubbed my abdominal muscles through my shirt. He laughed again.

“I meant you’d be swimming in them.”

We watch the movie, with me on one side of the couch and him on the other. Ten minutes in, I decide this almanbahis won’t do and tell him to come closer to me. I snuggle up under his arm and, about halfway through the movie when the plot starts to make its first twists, I let him turn his head to me and I lift my face to his and we share a brief kiss. Then a longer kiss, his breath weighted and measured against mine. Our mouths touch, his stubble dances over my soft lips, then we open to let our tongues out to explore each other with a wet curiosity. Our tongues touch and roll over each other. I concentrate on the feeling of him probing my mouth and pull his face into mine. I breathe in his smell, leather and sandalwood, and I tuck myself into him as we kiss. The dog, who has been begging for attention the entire movie, jumps up into our laps and licks our faces as we kiss, his awful breath hot on our faces as his tongue rudely interrupts ours. We laugh and keep kissing, the dog’s tongue still lapping at our mouths and faces.

The goodwill of the drugs creeps into our evening and we continue the movie, more or less. We watch the good parts and make out through the slower parts.

He gets up.

“Would you like some 420?” He mumbles and comes back with a pipe that looks like a tube, and a lighter.

“Oh my God. Weed makes me so horny. I just don’t put that I like it in my profile because then everyone expects to toke up. I don’t have that kind of money.”

“Well I’m not going broke over some pot.”

He offers me the first hit. What a gracious host. I take dense fog into my lungs, my breath hitching a few times as I inhale.

He takes out his phone and puts on Tame Impala’s Currents. He takes a deep hit and blows it out.

“How do you feel?”

I take another deep breath of thick smoke, hold it, and set it free.

“Jazzed up. And super into you.”

Time bubbles outward, flexing its relativity.

“GOOOOD BEECAUSE IMMMMM INNNTO YOUUU”

My hightened perception can’t ignore the fact that everything was moving slightly slower than normal.

I get on my knees in between his legs as he stands over the couch, pipe in hand. There are rainbow flashing light trails behind each movement of my hands.

I undo his pants and pull them down to his knees. I take his whole flaccid member in my mouth, working it with my tongue and sucking on it until it straightens in my wet hole. I let it grow in length and girth on my tongue and graciously accept it to my throat as I press my face to his stomach. I massage it with my tongue as it fills my mouth and throat. It’s a comfortable fit. One I’d be able to come back to many times if I so desired. He takes a long draw off the pipe as I slowly suck him and let him glide through my lips: tight, but willing to accept his long, clublike appendage. My saliva grows thick and lubricates my enthusiastic endeavor. I bob my head and feel his shaft drag my lips in and out. I reach out to grasp ahold of his manhood, take it in my hand and squeeze gently as I begin to stroke in tandem with my mouth. He stiffens on my tongue as I do this. He likes it. Good.

He sets the pipe down as I work his thick, long meat pole with my mouth and hands, marvelling at the streaks of light and color coming off my hands, his legs, his dick. He takes me by the head and gently guides me up and down his cock. Fast, fast, fast, fast, sloooow, and he pushes me all the way down on his phallus, crowding my throat, making me gag. I keep going with tears in my eyes, my asshole almanbahis yeni giriş puckering involuntarily as I gag on his dick again and again. My saliva is now running out of my mouth, thick and frothy as he abuses the back of my throat with his man meat. Faster and faster he fucks my face, his hands on my head, thrusting me into his groin. Thrusting himself into my mouth. My host’s dog sniffs my ear curiously, making me swallow in surprise. The sudden motion of my tongue envelopes my host’s dick and he comes, heavily, thick cum pumping out of his member with hefty jerks and throbs. I swallow and swallow as warm slimy jizzm leaves his veiny cock, gathers on my tongue for a moment, and is flushed away by my natural aversion to drowning. He grooooaaaaans as I pull every drop from him with my mouth.

I’m seeing floating orbs of color as he leads me back to the bedroom. The dog appears at the doorway, now with a man’s body. Not quite dog, not quite man. Some other kind of creature. I’m drawing off my clothes, stripping for my host and this, this dogman. I feel the weight and the silky flow of the garments against my skin as I tease the two, who have their hands on their growing members through their pants and are toying with them dutifully. Nude, I draw dogman into the room and onto the bed, my penis painfully erect and pointing right at him.

My host kisses my neck from behind and reaches around to grasp my long, solid dick at the base. Dogman lowers his snout to my petrified wood and gives it a sniff, then a lick, then scoops my cock into his mouth and lets it glide back out over his tongue on his slippery saliva. It feels amazing. The grip of my host around the base of my cock enhances the sensations as dogman goes down on me. My cock dashes off the ridges of dogman’s upper palate, making me shiver with delight. My host pinches my nipple with his free hand. I feel pressure building in my inguinal area and I know if I don’t slow down, I’ll come soon. My knees go weak and I stumble back holding my dick.

“Isn’t a dog that’s gonna suck me. I’m gonna suck you. Weird dog man.” I grunt and bend over to unzip his pants.

“What’ll I do?” Asks my host.

“You’re gonna fuck me while I do it.”

Dogman stands to make my fumblings at his zipper easier. He takes off his shirt. He’s furry and muscled, his pecs and abs bulging from his torso. I hear the slick sounds of lube being applied to a dick and suddenly feel my host’s wet hand, applying the slimy liquid to my asshole. His fingers penetrate me as he does this, teasing me, relaxing my tight hole. Dogman’s dick springs from his underwear, pointing at me accusingly as if to say, “YOU did this. Now you have to fix it.” I put the head in my mouth and dogman’s long snout points to the ceiling in pleasure. I suck on the bulb, circling my tongue around the head, licking the valley of his glans. I feel my host’s dick head banging against my ass cheeks as he lines up on my asshole. He presses the head of his dick to my hungry ass. I arch my back and his mushroom head pops into my asshole. At the same time, I drop my mouth all the way down on dogman’s thick member. With my lips pressed to his pubic hair, I try to stick my tongue out and lick his balls, but there is a thick bulb in the way. I wonder how it would feel, locked in my ass like a plug. I sway from front to back, alternately sucking dogman and sliding on my host’s dick, jerking them both off with my lustful body. They both start to fuck me from each side, sliding almanbahis giriş in and out of my mouth, in and out of my ass. I moan into the dogman’s dick making him groan in turn.

“You. like. that. dick?” My host punctuates every word by slamming his hips into my ass.

“Mmmm-hmmmm” I moan. I look up and dogman’s mouth is open, tongue lolling to the side, panting. It looks like he’s smiling.

I feel the pressure and pleasure of my host’s hard cock sliding around inside of my asshole. My dick dances up and down, demonstrating the conservation of momentum as my host pounds my behind. I pull away from dogman’s dick and a string of spittle hangs between my lips and the tip of his pink meat column. I take a few breaths and then go back to work on the dick enthusiastically. My host starts fucking me harder, faster, until his hips and balls make rapid fire smacking noises against my ass cheeks. PAP PAP PAP PAP PAP

“I’m going to cum.”

I take the dick out of my mouth and jerk it rapidly.

“Come for me, baby.” I gasp into the dick like a microphone.

PAP PAP PAP PAP PAP

“I’m going to cum!” He cries.

PAPPAPPAPPAPPAPAPPAPPAP

“FUUUUUUUUCK…UNGH”

He drapes himself over my back, hands on my hips, dick planted as far into me as it can be, cum leaking into my asshole as the last spasms of his orgasm squirt deep inside of me. I stand up and straddle dogman.

“Do you wanna stir this cum with your cock?” I ask the dogman, who now has human features: a crooked nose, brown eyes, brown hair cropped close to the head, and a glorious full beard.

Dogman nods and I press my penis to his chest and slide down until I’m hovering above his dick and slowly lower my loosened anus onto his thick cock. I feel slight pain as he stretches me with his pole. The pleasure overwhelms the pain and I roll my hips, grinding my erect rod between our sweaty stomachs.

I ride dogman’s cock with a fierce determination. My host’s jizzm is being agitated in my gut as dogman’s dick fills me.

I press my face to his, mashing my lips into his mouth. He opens his mouth and welcomes my tongue as I thrust my hips, using the friction of our bodies to get off. My cock glides between our stomachs pressed together and sliding up and down. I ride him hard and fast, his laborious breathing in my mouth, on my neck, in my ear. The traction of our stomachs against my flesh snake feels so nice as an addendum to the stirring my insides are taking from dogman’s dick.

“Oh! Oh my god!” Dogman starts to pant.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod”

“Mmm. Yessss. Mix your cum with his. Fill me up.” I beg him in labored breaths.

Dogman grabs my hips and jostles me to make me go faster. My cock starts to throb and spews a stream of white lava into his chest hair. Gobs cling to his fur in milky drops. I roll my hips in tandem with his firm grip and I feel his already fat dick grow even fatter and release in a series of quick jerks, pulsing against my sphincter and inside of me!

“UNGH!” He exclaims as he empties into me while I milk him with motion. I stand and back up, a thin stream of cum leaking out of my asshole as it gapes in the absence of a fat cock. I lick my sperm from his abs and chest, savoring the slightly bitter taste and ignoring the bleachy smell that comes with a load that hasn’t been released in a day or two. I sit on the floor, finely fucked and panting.

My mind returns to the shower, the water starting to run cold. My dizziness has subsided and the rainbow colored spots have stopped floating in front of my closed eyes. I rub my body with soap, letting the suds run off me in a hazy torrent. I make a mental note. Next time, remember to bring a toy to keep the Pit Bull busy.

In my sincere opinion, everyone likes booty sex. There is something forbidden about it which attracts people like crazy. don’t ask me why. The name is Alfredo and this story is about my first introduction to the world of booty sex. I was nineteen at the time, just a young black man doing some experimenting in his college days, and it was a lot of fun. Definitely something I would recommend everyone to try at least once in their lifetime.

I was seeing this chick named Nicole Santos and things weren’t going too well. Nicole was one of those tall, good-looking black college women who think they’re all that. I’ve run into so many of them that I should have known better but I guess I fell for it this time. Nicole was fine-looking but in the end, she turned out to be a really obnoxious bitch. All females have a bitch streak but Nicole’s bitch streak must have been on steroids or something, you know?

Anyway, I got the good sense to dump her after she took me to an expensive restaurant and insisted that I paid. I’m a young brother attending a state college on scholarship. I work for a living. I am not anyone’s idea of a rich man and the kind of place she took me to is one of those spots where you’re required to wear a suit and tie. I had enough of Nicole, her snotty friends and their rich parents. I dumped almanbahis the bitch right then and there. Best thing I did all week.

I went back to my old digs, you know. I started hanging out with my boys more and more. The boys in question are my crew. Jose is a Latin player who goes to community college and wants to become a policeman someday, like his daddy. Michael is a third-generation fireman and Kyle is a perpetually angry black man trying to break into the world of high-rolling professional poker players. He’s a Biology major at the same college I attend. Yeah, those are my friends. I’ve known these guys since high school. We were cool. This week, though, we had someone else with us. Kyle’s sister Nadine was visiting.

Nadine was a tall, chubby young woman with a pretty face, nice rack and large, round booty. Her skin was jet-black, so much darker than my caramel tone. Normally, I don’t really like big girls but there was something about the way she moved. I don’t know. We went to a club and basically, Kyle forced me to play the role of chaperone. I so did not want this! Why in hell would I want to chaperone a grown woman? Besides, wasn’t she Kyle’s older sister? Oh, well. I watched Nadine dance with some fellows at the club and man, she was alright!

I began flirting with her heavily. almanbahis yeni giriş Would you believe that we ended up in her bed together that night? Yeah, that was my first time with a thick girl. A night later, we repeated the experience. With a twist. Nadine told me that she had a special little kink that she wanted to try. I was all for it. When she told me, I began to have my doubts. The chick whipped out a strap on dildo, damn it!

I’ve been known to try some kinky things but that did not sit right with me. Nadine told me that if I let her fuck my ass, she’d let me fuck hers. I hesitated. I always wanted to fuck a girl in the ass, to tell you the truth. I made her swear not to divulge this to anyone, then we got busy. First, Nadine sucked my cock and licked my balls. Then, she fingered my asshole and applied some lube on it.

When I was ready, she rubbed the dildo against my asshole, and pushed. Shoot, that stuff hurt. Nadine worked the dildo into me, and her plastic penis went up my ass. Man, if anyone had ever told me that I’d let a fat black woman fuck me with a dildo, I’d be pissed and punch any bastard or bitch stupid enough to say this. And now, I was getting fucked. Isn’t life funny? I stroked my cock as Nadine fucked me with her dildo. We went at it for some time, then she pulled almanbahis giriş out.

I took a moment to recuperate, then I was ready to return the favor, if favor is what you would call this. Nadine looked at my long and thick, uncircumcised black dick, and smiled. Quickly, she got on all fours and spread her butt cheeks wide open. I pressed my cock against her butt hole, and pushed. Oh, sweet heaven! The feeling of this fat black girl’s asshole around my cock was heavenly!

I pumped my cock into Nadine’s butt hole, shoving it hard and deep. Her big and sexy plump butt jiggled as I fucked her. This chick was no stranger to anal sex. I thrust into her with all of my might, and finally got an agonized howl out of her. I laughed. That’s for the dildo sex thing, bitch! I fucked her hard, shoving my dick where the sun didn’t shine, and finally, as I was about to cum, I felt a puff of air against my cock. Nadine gasped an apology. I laughed and smacked her ass. This bitch farted as I was fucking her in the ass! Damn! Moments later, I blasted her, filling her asshole with my hot cum.

Nadine and I woke up the next morning, and we didn’t say anything to each other. Time went by fast, and she left the city. Once again, I was with my crew and we were out there, doing our thing. Kyle never found out what happened between me and his sister that night and I’m glad. Hey, it was an eye-opener but as a professional black man, I’ve got an image to maintain so I can’t be doing that kind of weird stuff. People would talk, man. Anyhow, see you around.

Chapter One

A mirrored reflection of the bright neon lights that adorned the towering cement landscape twinkled in intermittent fashion across the black sheen of the limousine. He was happy to be back in New York, gazing at the splendor of Time Square. After all, where else should Justin Parker, world-renowned fashion designer, spend his twenty-seventh birthday? His finger grazed the screen of his cell phone. Nervousness overcame him though, and he decided the numerous text messages could wait. Justin released a long sigh. Soon, he would arrive at the Belis Nightclub—time to celebrate.

Justin raked a shaky hand through his black curly locks. He would never say he thought he was handsome, but good looking wasn’t a stretch. His skin was a creamy caramel color, eyes a deep smoky quartz. He was aware that his image was one both women and men flocked to. People said he was the perfect blend of his polar opposite parents—his mother a rich dark-skinned woman and his father a light-skinned man.

The never-ending sounds of traffic made it harder to sit still. Thomas, the young Caucasian man who was driving, kept staring at him in the rearview mirror, grating his sensitive nerves. After a few minutes, the glances were adding to his edginess.

“Do you get a break, Thomas?”

“Yes, uh, Mr. Parker, I do, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough. By the way, I’m one of your biggest fans, sir. You should relax. It’s your birthday celebration. You seem to be distant tonight.”

“Thanks, I am a bit nervous. I just have to meet someone then I’ll get over it. Since you’re a fan, I’ll make it a point to give you some merchandize before I leave. Is that okay?”

“Oh, that would be amazing. Thank you so much. I’ll give you some privacy.”

Thomas gave him the same goofy grin that complemented his baby face while the partition sealed off the back seat. Justin’s gaze shifted to the tinted window. Sounds of the passing cars carried on in the illuminated night. The limo turned into a vast parking lot next to the Belis building, a grand structure, several floors high. Fancy cars dropped off crazed worshippers of the nightlife. Paparazzi flashed their cameras nonstop on the popular ones. He got out of the limo and closed the door, taking a deep, shaky breath.

He looked down at his navy Armani suit and black leather shoes. Self-consciousness clouded his thoughts. He was afraid of meeting a stunning model, who happened to be his friend’s cousin. Dylan Wilson, his friend and stylist, started showing him pictures of Natalie in photo-shoots with top designers to convince him that their brand needed her buzz.

Ten minutes passed, and they still didn’t show up. Justin searched the small crowds shuffling in and out of the entrance. Pacing back and forth, he nearly jumped when a hand grabbed his upper arm.

“Slow down, oh my god, you look amazing.” Dylan appraised him with a captivated gaze. Her manicured fingers brushed the material of his suit. She wore a silver robe from the latest collection, and he could smell the sumptuous fragrance drifting around her.

“Thanks, you look great too. Where’s Damien?”

“He’s trying to find parking space. Damn, your outfit, they’ll be lining up again. And I don’t know why you insist on staying single.”

Her blue eyes scanned his outfit from head to toe. He followed her lead, watching her sleek, blonde hair bouncing off her shoulders. They walked into the club filled with celebrities who partied together.

“You’re late.” He raised his voice in the noise.

“Honestly, it’s not that bad.”

“Is she here?”

“Not yet, relax. We’re here to have to fun. My cousin just wants to meet you. At this point, I’m fairly confident that she’ll join us soon.”

Dylan dragged him past dancing bodies to an empty sitting area. Her silver robe was surely the most attention-grabbing piece in the building. When they sat down, she signaled one of the ladies serving drinks to come over. The waitress smiled, lowering her head to hear Dylan properly.

“We’ll have two Grey Goose Martinis, thanks,” Dylan said, and then she turned to him. “Aren’t you looking forward to meeting the new face for our spring-summer collection?”

“I am, but it can be frustrating when some of the famous ones drop us for the most prominent designers.”

“We don’t need fame to grab attention, so far our brand is excelling with young models that haven’t blown up yet.”

“I guess you’re right.”

“Why do you insist on stressing just when everything comes together?”

Dylan mastered the talent of speaking with her gaze fixed on her cell phone screen. Before he opened his mouth to answer, she stood up and rushed to the dance floor. She was dragging a tall, slim figure toward their spot. Justin noticed her the moment they broke free from the rocking bodies. His mouth almost dropped open, watching the model’s graceful stride, as she moved up close. Instead, he squared his shoulders and tried to smile. Natalie Wilson was more beautiful in person with flawless almanbahis şikayet pale skin and wavy, dark hair. His mouth went dry when he spotted her voluptuous cleavage.

“Natalie, I’d like you to meet Justin Parker.”

“I’m so thrilled to finally meet you.”

A brilliant smile lit up Natalie’s face, exposing pearly, white teeth—her natural lip color concealed by magenta lipstick. She moved closer, extending her hand. Justin took her delicate, manicured hand into his while he assessed the flawless model. Her fair skin and facial features came together to form a gorgeous face that could never go unnoticed, her jet-black hair draped over her upper arms. She wore a red, knee-length Valentino dress that Justin hadn’t seen before. He realized that staring at her for so long would make her uncomfortable and withdrew his hand.

Natalie and Dylan sat across from him. They resumed an argument, but he wasn’t paying attention, pretending to page his phone. Every time he sneaked a glance in Natalie’s direction, he found her staring back, a burning gaze that made him shift in his seat. Justin wanted to ask many questions, but his mind was blank.

“Forgive me, I’m so nervous. I don’t know where to begin, I know so much about you already.” Natalie’s soft, pleasant voice was nearly drowned out by the club music.

Justin adjusted his slim black tie. “I know a lot about you too. I’m just here to clarify that we won’t restrict your freedom but it can be draining trying to get hold of a model who’s giving someone else more attention.”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ve been modeling for six years, and none of my agents complained about my commitment to their work.”

Justin nodded. The impact of her presence made his heart beat faster every minute. He adjusted his tie, straining his hearing when she continued.

“I received a call from one of the photographers earlier, his name is Arthur. He said there’s a photo-shoot coming up,” Natalie said.

A smile played on his lips, but he maintained his composure. “Yes, that’s tomorrow.”

“I know. I’ll be there.”

“Are you sure? Your contract starts in the next two weeks.”

“I’m sure.”

“I told you to relax,” Dylan said, she gave Justin an impatient look. “Now, I’m getting the waitress to bring us a bottle of champagne to celebrate our new face. And I have to meet Damien outside. He’s still trying to find parking.”

Dylan left them alone. An occasional glimpse of Natalie’s cleavage covered halfway by the dress gave him indecent thoughts. He looked into her eyes, lost for words.

“I’m your biggest fan by the way.” Natalie’s words took him by surprise.

“I find that hard to believe. There are better people to obsess about in the industry.”

“You’re one of my personal favorites. Even with a brief modeling career, you were still able to come up and dominate runways for Givenchy and Jean Paul Gaultier. Don’t you revel in your own success?”

“I do. I just haven’t reached the pinnacles. Four years ago when I decided to go off on my own and live my dream as a designer, I had no idea there’d be so much chaos.”

Natalie gave him a reassuring smile. “You seem to have everything under control.”

“Appearances can be deceiving.”

“Do you still get the same attention as a designer?”

“Yes, I do. Even people I never dreamed I’d meet…”

Natalie smiled, and he was delighted to see her study him with curiosity. Justin felt his face warm up whenever he stole glances in her direction while pretending to be interested in the crowd of party animals on the dance floor. A different waitress brought the champagne in four wine glasses. Natalie took a sip from one.

“So, do you mind if I ask you a few things I don’t know about you?” she asked.

“No, go ahead.”

“Do you like going out often?”

“Not really, most of the time I’m forced to, especially after the shows. It’s one way to socialize with clients.”

“I figured. Dylan told me you prefer spending nights working.”

Justin panicked. “What else did she say about me?”

“Uhm, she mentioned that you grew up in Marseille. You studied there then you moved to Paris after an Elite agency scout offered you a contract at the age of fifteen. Twelve years later, you’re this fashion god.”

Justin nodded, taking a sip of the crisp, delicious champagne. He was impressed with Natalie’s interest in his achievements.

“Thank you for the compliment,” Justin muttered.

“Sorry, I can’t hear you clearly.”

Natalie shifted closer to him until their knees were nearly touching. He stilled for a moment. She focused on his lips. Enchanted by her looks, he inhaled the sweet scent of her perfume, flustering as she leaned in. She was the epitome of sexy, and he feared that working with her under the circumstances would be close to impossible.

“We’re back.” Dylan’s voice caused the model to jump back a little. Justin was grateful to regain his breathing space again. Dylan sat next to her boyfriend, Damien. almanbahis canlı casino After meeting a few weeks before at another club in New York, they were inseparable. Damien was a buff football player whose presence at Fashion Week was unusual. His muscular arm came around Dylan’s waist, and they continued flirting.

Meanwhile, Justin managed to keep his composure.

“I came to meet Miss Wilson so is it okay for me to leave now?” Justin asked.

“But we just got here. Let loose, I mean it, Justin. You’re so overworked. It’s not healthy for you,” Dylan said.

“She’s right, everything in moderation.” Damien’s voice boomed. His giant frame showed that his workout plan was far from moderate.

Justin had only two glasses, but his head was spinning, and the euphoric feelings were getting him too heady.

“In an hour, I’m leaving,” Justin said.

“Fine with me,” Dylan beamed, making a signal to the waitress to bring more liquor.

“I can’t believe you allow her to do that to you,” Natalie said.

“He doesn’t mind. Do you?” Dylan asked casually.

“I do, I just prefer to agree with you so you can stop pestering me. And you pester me a lot,” Justin said.

Dylan giggled. “See, he’s so patient and understanding.”

Dylan was getting tipsy. She turned to her man and resumed their public display of affection. Natalie hadn’t stopped staring, causing Justin to shift in his seat.

“Since you rarely do this and you have an hour, I think it’s only right to show you a good time,” Natalie said.

She took Justin’s hand before he responded and led him to the bar. Different color shades of lighting illuminating the dim club danced on Natalie’s curvy body. Her backless dress showed fair skin, giving him unexpected racy images. She let go of his hand while she spoke to the bartender, a busy young man who stared at her in a way that gave Justin a sick feeling. He felt like a schoolboy when the excitement of holding her hand twice took him by surprise.

The bartender pushed forward two small glasses with a clear liquid.

“Bottoms up,” Natalie announced. She gave him the other glass. He watched the attractive model take a swig of the shot, then her features crumbled as she blew at strong taste of the liquid a few times. After composing herself, Natalie gave him an adorable, beckoning look to partake of his own spirit. Justin threw the vodka in his mouth, instantly setting his throat ablaze. He squeezed a lemon slice in his mouth, and the bitterness dissolved. Natalie tried to get the attention of the huffing bartender. She pointed at the glasses, and the bartender gave them a refill. Justin shook his head to protest when the bartender offered a second.

“Oh c’mon, another round,” Natalie begged. Her soft, seductive voice distracted him.

“Honestly, I’m not much of a drinker. I’m not supposed to anyway. I have to be in the studio in two hours.”

Natalie moved closer to him. “Where’s the fun in that?”

“You’ll soon learn that I’m no fun.”

“I don’t believe you.”

Natalie lifted the glass and Justin took it hoping she’d step back if he agreed. After drinking the vodka, he felt the flames reignite down his chest. Natalie drank the shot and placed the glasses back on the counter. He wracked his brain trying to figure out what she was thinking. She closed the distance between them, and he felt like he was suffocating. The model who was the object of his darkest fantasies seemed to be leaning in for a second time. Why did he have a wild urge to let her kiss him?

His head was spinning when Natalie’s hand came around his nape to pull him in for a luscious kiss. At first, he froze in place, but when Natalie’s tongue prodded slowly into his mouth, he moved his arms around her petite waist. Their tongues swept over each other in the consuming moment. Justin committed to his memory the feel of the model’s body and the sweet taste of her mouth.

The slightest touch from her set his body on fire. His knees felt like jelly and his palms became damp. He tried to rationalize in the back of his mind, but lust clouded his thoughts and senses. In a blissful state, he felt increasingly hot for the woman. Natalie licked Justin’s lower lip and sucked gently. Justin pulled away from her, taking deep breaths. He was scared that being intimate with her might end up compromising the agreement they had earlier.

“What’s wrong?” Natalie asked innocently.

“Sorry, I’m not supposed to…”

“Why not?”

Justin shook his head again. “It’s completely unprofessional, and it can’t happen again.”

“All right, I’ll respect that. I’m sorry. I guess I’m beyond tipsy at this point.”

Justin chose to believe it for his own piece of mind. “It was nice to meet you,” he said, and he hurried for the exit. The whole night had turned into a confusing mess. Luckily, the limo was already waiting for him. He closed the door inside and let out a shaky breath.

“Where to?” Thomas asked.

“Take me home, please.”

Thomas almanbahis casino nodded while he drove away. The partition rolled up, and he was thankful for the brief privacy. Justin had to calm down to be able to process the event that had just unfolded.

Chapter Two

The clear blue sky was on display through the open windows, it fell into the background of a breathtaking elevated view of Soho, Manhattan. Natalie lay awake in the bed midmorning. She was glad the photo-shoot was in the afternoon. Her body was heavier when she wanted to get up. The previous night had turned out to be a thrilling, crazy experience meeting Justin Parker was a dream. He was more attractive in person, with his tan skin and bold eyes. A sharp, tingling feeling raced through her breasts when she recalled their electrifying kiss that left a lasting impression on her.

Natalie wondered when the secret obsession for his body had begun. All the time they spent together, and the obsession persisted. She had already seduced the designer in the heat of the moment the night before. The sensation traveled down all over her skin to settle in between her legs. All of a sudden, she wanted to touch herself at the memory of their heavenly kiss.

She got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Her thoughts about Justin revolved around the desire to see him naked. She had seen old photos of him half-naked before but discarded the feelings as pure lust. What was happening to her? She turned on the hot water in the shower. After several minutes in the water, she went to the mirror to brush her teeth. She dried her long tangles with a cordless dryer. The ring tone on her cell phone beeped in the bedroom, and she hurried to answer the call after wrapping a white towel around her body.

“Hello.”

“I hope you’re ready by now. I’m coming to pick you up in five minutes. The guys are done setting up everything,” Dylan said.

“I need new clothes here.”

“Just wait for me, I’ll find you something that will fit you perfectly.”

“Bring some fries, please. I just can’t make breakfast with so little time.”

“Fine, I’m hanging up before you try to ask for something else.”

Dylan hung up. Natalie was glad to work with her devoted cousin. Justin was no different. He slaved through the years to establish his brand in contemporary fashion. Natalie was mesmerized by his personality and creativity. She tried to focus on other things.

After locating the remote, she turned the flat screen TV on. Nothing interesting was on, but she kept flicking through the channels. Dylan bustled into the room carrying a forest-green robe. Natalie took it from her, feeling the rich, cotton fabric between her fingers. Just by studying the design, she grasped the details of the dress.

“Is this another Valentino dress?”

“Yes, I got it from a cousin after the show. It’s exquisite.”

“Certainly, the designs are always unique and elegant.”

“C’mon, put it on already,” Dylan said.

Natalie slipped into the dress then she walked to the long mirror next to the window. The dress exposed all her curvy angles in a subtle manner.

“You’re definitely wearing it for a good impression.” Dylan mused, scanning every angle.

Natalie put on her gray Jimmy Choo stilettos and some jewelry to complete the outfit. She kept her head still to allow Dylan to apply makeup on her face. Once they were done, they ambled out of the apartment and caught the lift just before it closed.

Dylan unlocked the rental, a sleek, black Mercedes Benz sedan.

When they were inside, she reversed out of the parking spot. The ride to the studio was about twenty minutes long. Dylan recounted their crazy night the whole way. That made it hard for Natalie to forget about Justin and the soft, consuming feel of his lips.

“Will Justin be there?” Natalie asked.

“Yes, he usually skips the photo-shoots but this one is a big one. Like I said first impressions.”

Dylan pulled over and entered a car park situated near the huge Magnetic studio. They walked up to the sliding glass doors. Throngs of stylish people dressed in the latest trendy garments filled the spacious reception. Natalie followed Dylan to a large room with silver double doors. The brightly lit interior of the room had an extending platform surrounded by high-tech camera equipment. Several lanky models, the makeup artists and the camera crew filled the studio. Natalie hardly paid attention to other models when it was time to work. She altered her mind out of the chaos in the room and maintained the highest level of concentration. The cause for her nervousness was seeing the head designer again.

Dylan guided her to a line of black chairs in front of a long mirror that stretched to the end of the wall. When she was seated, Natalie saw an African American young lady move behind her to ruffle her long hair. The hair stylist managed to be gentle while her hands flipped and blurred in the haste of recreating the ideal look. Another Caucasian woman wiped her face with a damp cloth and started dabbing a substance that resembled the color of her skin. Mascara curled her thick eyelashes, and her lips painted a matte crimson color. Natalie watched as her face transformed from bland prettiness to striking perfection.

I stared angrily at the wall of my apartment. I had struck out again with the ladies, facing yet another Saturday night by myself.

“What is wrong with you?” I asked my reflection in the window.

At 28, with a stable (albeit low-paying) job — just enough to rent this 300 square foot studio apartment, buy food, pay bills, and save about $200 per month if I was frugal — I was stuck in a rut. I was undistinguished in looks. I had a bland name (Jimmy Jenkins), a 10 year old Nissan with 111,000 miles on it, and not much else. Going to cheap bars and trying to pick up women wasn’t working.

The next day, I called my friend Rob to vent. He listened for 10 minutes as I voiced my frustrations.

“I think I have just the solution,” he said. “You need a slumpbuster. Next Saturday, I’ll introduce you to Nina. I went to Catholic school with her 10 years ago. She’s 27, brunette, slightly chunky with most of the weight in her butt and hips, and still technically a virgin.”

“How the hell can she be a slumpbuster if she’s never had sex?” I asked.

“I didn’t say she’s never had sex,” Rob chuckled. “I said that technically she’s still a virgin. She’s had sex hundreds of times.”

My brain wasn’t turned on all the way. It took me a few seconds to figure out what Rob was saying. Then it suddenly became clear.

“Oh… OH!” I exclaimed.

“You got there in the end… so to speak,” Rob laughed.

Next Saturday, as promised, I went over to Rob’s place. Nina came by around 7 p.m. She looked almanbahis just as Rob had described her. Rob introduced us.

“Nice to meet you, Jimmy,” Nina giggled.

“It’s a pleasure to meet such a pretty girl,” I told her. She blushed.

“And I’m sure you’ll give me plenty of pleasure,” Nina smirked.

“Straight to the point, I see,” I remarked. We ate Rob’s cooking, and Nina and I departed at 8:30.

Nina declined a tour of the apartment (not that there was much of it to tour), and after we both performed a needed function, she stripped and climbed into my bed. I followed her lead.

“I’m not doing this out of the goodness of my heart,” she grinned. “Women can be just as horny as men. If I don’t get it at least once every two days I feel like I’m going crazy.”

I placed my lips against hers, and we kissed. It was soft and slow. Then I broke for air and followed up by kissing Nina again. I parted my lips to allow her tongue access, and it snaked into my mouth. I slid my own tongue into hers, and we tongue-wrestled for a long moment.

When we broke the lip lock, Nina smiled. “You’re a really good kisser, Jimmy.”

“Then you’ll love this,” I grinned. I moved my lips downwards and gently kissed the soft flesh of her neck. She shivered. I traced a line with my tongue to under her ear, then teasingly nipped her ear lobe.

“Evil,” she pouted. “But I do love your tongue on me.”

I kissed my way down to her upper chest, drawing a smile. Then I slowly snaked my tongue almanbahis yeni giriş through her cleavage. Her pert, firm breasts looked very attractive. I sent a slow helix of kisses from the base of one to her nipple, then repeated the process with her other breast. When I began to suckle, she let out a contented sigh. Her arms held my head in place as I gave both nipples attention.

After a few minutes, Nina lifted me off her and rolled me onto my back. She proceeded to kiss from my neck down towards my nipples. When she reached them, she very lightly bit down while using one hand to stroke my now stiffening pole. I made soft mewling sounds and she giggled.

“Now to get us both ready,” she smirked, lifting her body upwards and pivoting herself. She lowered her plump, sexy rear onto my face. “Go ahead.” I kissed the soft flesh of her butt cheeks. She wrapped a hand around me and continued to stroke, slowly.

She shifted her position, and now her back-channel was pressed directly against my mouth. I obligingly kissed it, and she leaned forward to take the tip of my cock head in her own mouth. Getting the hint, I began using my tongue, and she used hers. We stayed like that for a few minutes more.

“I’ve been wanting you all night, Jimmy,” Nina purred, lifting her body upwards and pivoting again.

“I can’t deny that I want you, too,” I told her.

“Then lie still and enjoy,” Nina grinned. She lowered her thick rump directly downwards, sinking her arsehole onto my pecker. She wasn’t almanbahis giriş nearly as tight as I thought she would be, though still tighter than a pussy. Rob apparently hadn’t been exaggerating about hundreds of times.

“You feel very nice,” I whispered.

“This will feel nicer,” she smirked. She began slowly moving her ass up and down. After a moment, I started moving my hips to match her movements. She placed her hands on my chest, pressing down gently to help her balance as she bounced on me.

Gradually, we sped our motions. Nina was quivering with excitement. She leaned down so I could suckle her breasts. After maybe a minute of suckling, her body shivered through a climax.

That didn’t stop Nina. She sped her motions up more. I placed my hands on her hips and helped guide her up and down as I thrust hard and deep into her rear. “That’s the way,” she panted. She had a second orgasm, and then a third. The third one set me off, and I painted her intestines white with my sperm.

Nina collapsed onto me for a moment. When we both recovered enough to move, we showered up and kissed more in the shower. After we dried off, Nina started putting her clothes back on.

“You’re not spending the night?” I asked.

“I try not to do things like that,” she replied. “Jimmy, you were a great fuck. But I don’t want to get emotionally attached to anyone.”

“Will I see you again?” I whimpered.

“Don’t look like you just lost your best friend,” Nina chided me. “I’ll definitely be using you at least once every 2-3 weeks as a booty call… so to speak.”

“You’d better take my number, then,” I told her. We exchanged information. And true to her word, once or twice a month Nina comes by and insists that I pound her ass.

Cheryl and Meryl (Part 2)

Kathryn M. Burke

Afterward, he fell on top of her, not bothering to prop himself up anymore. The feel of her body, from head to foot, was rapturous, and he remained buried in her for minutes. He would have stayed longer if Meryl, now in acute discomfort, choked out, “Oh, God, I can’t breathe!”

“Get off of her, you big lug!” Cheryl shouted, giving another whack to his bottom.

With a groan of annoyance, he rolled off of Meryl and flopped onto his back next to her.

Cheryl had no interest in him, only in her sister. “How was it, sis?” she said, concern written all over her face.

But she had no need to worry. A kind of beatific look had spread over Meryl’s face, and she said dreamily, “It was just heaven.”

“Well, that’s splendid,” Cheryl said, “but you’re bleeding like a stuck pig.”

“What? What?” Meryl cried in sudden alarm.

“I’m just kidding. You are bleeding, but it’s only a little bit. And I’d really prefer it if you didn’t stain my sheets.”

Meryl all but leaped up from the bed, jumping over the recumbent Jeremy—but when she tried to stand up, she found her knees buckling. She fell backward, landing on Jeremy’s midsection, causing him to cry “Oof!” once more.

“Jesus, girl!” he complained. “Get off of me! I’m pretty sore too, you know!”

“Sorry, sorry!” Meryl exclaimed. But she still wasn’t able to stand up on her own two feet, so Cheryl had to help her.

“Look,” she said, taking command again, “we need to get you cleaned up.”

She now led her sister toward the bedroom door.

“Wait!” Meryl said. “We can’t go out there—we’re naked!”

“Mom and Dad are asleep,” Cheryl said. “Unless the noise you two made has woken them up.”

Cheryl was inexorable, opening the door and shoving her sister out into the corridor and toward the bathroom. They got there safely, and Cheryl ordered: “Sit on the toilet.”

“What?” Meryl said uncomprehendingly.

“Put the lid down,” Cheryl said slowly and precisely, “sit on the toilet, and spread your legs. You’re bleeding.”

Meryl reluctantly did as she was told. “Am I really bleeding that much?”

“No, no. I told you before. I mean, that little hymen is about the size of a quarter, so it’s not as if someone stabbed you in the gut.”

Meryl sat broodingly on the toilet while her sister got a washcloth, soaked it in warm water, and came toward her. Meryl’s parted legs did show a little blood leaking out of the crevice, but not much. There was also some white stuff coming out.

As Cheryl did the mop-up duties, she said, “I’m assuming you’re not going to get pregnant.”

That roused Meryl a bit. “Oh, gee, thanks for asking now!”

“Hey, you’re the one who were so keen to get poked!”

“Okay, okay, but I’m not a dope. It’s not the right time in my cycle, so I’m fine.”

“Glad to hear it.”

The job was done, but Cheryl realized she couldn’t leave the slightly bloody washcloth lying around, so she took it in her hand and led her sister back to her bedroom.

Jeremy was still lying, in post-coital bliss, on his back. His cock even now wasn’t entirely soft, since his recollection of deflowering Cheryl’s gorgeous sister was still fresh. But Cheryl, eyeing him keenly, said: “Hmm, you need a bit of cleaning up too.”

She strode forward and used the washcloth to wipe off the thin streaks of blood on his cock. She wasn’t exactly gentle at the task.

“Hey, careful with that!” he cried. “I’m pretty tender down there!”

“Yes, yes, of course you are,” Cheryl said, finishing her task and tossing the washcloth away in a corner. Turning to her sister: “So now what?”

“Well, I’d like to cuddle with him some more,” Meryl said in a little-girl voice.

“Yeah, I figured you would,” Cheryl said, making a face. “But I think we have to do something else first.”

Without warning, she climbed up onto the bed herself and sat on Jeremy’s face.

“Wh-what are you doing?” Meryl burst out.

“Hey, look,” Cheryl said, “I’ve been a spectator long enough. You don’t think I’ve gotten a little, um, aroused? Jeremy’s gonna have to get me off before anything else happens.”

Jeremy was not at all disinclined, since he wanted to test out a theory that had occurred to him while all this was going on. Does Cheryl’s pussy taste and smell different from Meryl’s?

He found that it did. The differences were subtle but unmistakable.

As Cheryl wrapped her thighs around Jeremy’s face, holding onto the headboard to maintain her balance, Meryl got alarmed. “Cheryl, you’re smothering him! He can’t breathe!”

“Don’t worry about it,” Cheryl said airily.

And, in fact, there didn’t seem to be much to worry about. Amidst the sounds of licking, sucking, and nuzzling, Meryl could also see Jeremy seizing her sister’s bottom and squeezing it hard with his hands. At times he brought one hand up to take hold of a breast, but mostly it was her round, firm butt that seemed almanbahis şikayet to fascinate him. Meryl too was fascinated by the whole procedure, standing in wide-eyed awe as Cheryl wriggled all over Jeremy’s face, coating it with her juices. Once she got a glimpse of Jeremy sticking his tongue as far into Cheryl’s pussy as she could; another time he seemed to be nibbling on her clitoris, which evoked memories of what he had done to her before her deflowering.

And so, the inevitable happened. After some preliminary sounds from deep in her throat, Cheryl suddenly came out with a high-pitched squeal and started writhing even more violently on her boyfriend’s face, almost squishing her genitals against his mouth and nose. The paroxysm seemed to Meryl to go on for minutes, and she involuntarily found herself slipping a hand to her own pussy, where some telltale wetness had begun to appear. Then Cheryl flung herself off Jeremy and landed hard on her back on the other side of the bed, a look of goofy pleasure on her face.

“Omigod!” she breathed, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. “That was fabulous!”

“You certainly seemed to enjoy it,” Meryl said sulkily—and with a bit of envy.

“Hey, what can I say?” Cheryl said. “I like to come.”

But Meryl’s attention was now directed at Jeremy—specifically, at one place on his anatomy. “Um, Cheryl, look,” she said, pointing. “He—he’s big again.”

Cheryl glanced over briefly at the recumbent man. “See, I told you! Some guys can do it over and over again. Not many, but some.”

“So . . . he wants more?” Meryl said with a hint of alarm.

“Of course he does!”

“Oh, but I’m still sore! My pussy is kind of throbbing.”

“I understand that. But there’s another place his thing can go.”

“You mean—?” Meryl said, pointing to her mouth.

“Uh, no,” Cheryl said. “I believe the area is called your derrière.”

Meryl let out a little yelp before clapping a hand over her face. As it was, they’d all made a lot of noise, and she was terrified that her parents were wide awake and might even storm into the room and demand an accounting of their irregular behavior. This latest cry wasn’t going to help any.

“But Cheryl, I don’t know if I want that!” she went on.

“You’ll want it and you’ll like it,” Cheryl said menacingly.

“Hey, Cher,” Jeremy said, “maybe she should decide—”

“To hell with that!” Cheryl spat. “And don’t call me Cher.”

And with that, she reached over into the top drawer of the nightstand and brought out a little blue jar that Meryl recognized immediately. Scowling in perplexity, she asked: “What on earth is that for?”

“It’s called lube, dear heart,” Cheryl said with heavy sarcasm. “You won’t like it without this.”

“I may not like it with it either,” Meryl muttered.

But Cheryl either didn’t hear or wasn’t interested, and she ordered her sister to lie flat on her stomach while she lubed her up.

Meryl did get into position, grudgingly, but when she saw Cheryl scoop up a big dollop of the cold white stuff she cried, “Oh, God, you’re not going to stick your fingers down there—!”

“You bet I am,” Cheryl said.

“Let me do it,” Jeremy said helpfully.

“No!” Meryl almost screamed. “Not him!”

“Jesus, what do you care?” Cheryl said. “You’re going to let him put his cock in you back there but not his fingers?”

Meryl just screwed up her face in a grimace. She seemed on the point of tears.

“Stop being such a baby,” Cheryl said disgustedly as she went ahead and stuck two fingers coated with cold cream into her sister’s anus.

At first contact with the stuff Meryl expelled another little yelp, causing Cheryl to cry, “Shhh!” So Meryl just buried her head in a pillow until the procedure was done.

“Okay, guy,” Cheryl ordered, “get into position.” For good measure, she slathered some of the cold cream on his cock—which was now hugely erect at the prospect of deflowering Meryl twice within minutes.

He climbed on top of the girl and inserted the tip of his cock into the designated area. At once Meryl cried out sharply, “Ow-ow-ow! Oh, God, it hurts!”

“I told you to stop being a baby!” Cheryl bellowed.

“She’s in pain, Cheryl!” Jeremy cried. “Maybe she doesn’t like it.”

“How can she know if she doesn’t like it if she doesn’t give it a real try? Just go on in. Take it easy, but don’t let up.”

Jeremy did as his imperious girlfriend ordered, watching his own cock sink inch by inch into her sister’s bottom. With each passing second Meryl’s eyes got wider and wider and her mouth fell open more and more, her slim little tongue being forced out and strange little choking sounds coming out from deep in her throat.

Jeremy was in keen distress at hurting the poor girl, but the incredible sensation of invading this virgin butt was too much for him. He went in at least six inches, then started pumping gently. Putting nearly all his weight on Meryl, he wrapped his hands around her chest and seized her breasts with both hands. Meryl’s almanbahis canlı casino eyes seemed glazed, not responding much when Jeremy kissed her cheek, neck, and shoulder. To help ease the pain, Jeremy slid a hand down her body and reached her delta, causing Meryl to squeal in surprise. But as he began stroking her, her eyes closed and a dreamy expression came over her face, even as he ground his hips into her faster and faster.

When he shot his wad into her rectum, her eyes and mouth popped open as she felt his seed in that unusual place for the first time. And his orgasm seemed to trigger one of her own, if the little mews of pleasure coming out of her mouth were any guide.

With the paroxysm was over for both of them, Jeremy just lay on top of Meryl like a dead weight, still plugging up her bottom with his cock. Eventually she gave feeble indications that she was uncomfortable.

For a third time Cheryl gave Jeremy’s butt a sharp slap. “Okay, guy, get off—and out—of her. Your job is done.”

With a grimace Jeremy clambered off, and out, of Meryl and flopped exhaustedly on his back next to her. But Cheryl didn’t let him rest.

“Hey, you know the drill,” she said tartly. “Go wash.”

“But—but I’m naked!” he complained. “What if your parents see me?”

“They’re fast asleep,” she said with a confidence neither of the others shared. “Just hurry up and come back.”

He obeyed orders, and when he came back into the bedroom he saw Meryl writhing on her stomach, both hands clutching her butt, moaning, “Oh, God, that hurt!” Cheryl was sitting next to her on the bed, rolling her eyes in mortification.

“Jesus, girl, it couldn’t have been that bad,” she scoffed.

“It was! It was horrible!” Meryl whined.

“But didn’t you come?” Cheryl pointed out with raised eyebrows.

“Yes, I came! Much obliged! But it still hurt.”

“Yeah, well, it’ll take a couple times for you to get used to it.”

“What if I don’t want to get used to it?”

“I don’t know, sis—lots of guys like it these days. It’s kind of the thing to do on campus.”

“Is that right?”

“Yup.”

“Well, la-di-da!”

Jeremy came to the rescue. Coming over to Meryl’s side of the bed, he slipped into it, scooped her up in his arms, and managed to put her on top of him. He started snuggling with her, massaging her back (and that aching bottom too) and giving her little kisses all over her face and neck.

Meryl responded, snaking her arms around Jeremy’s neck and kissing him back with fervor.

Cheryl watched the display sourly. “Hey, you know, I’m beginning to feel like a third wheel here.”

“You can always go to my bedroom while I hang out here with Jeremy,” Meryl said sweetly.

“Not on your life!” Cheryl cried. “There’s one more thing we need to do.”

“Oh, but poor Jeremy’s exhausted!” Meryl cried. “You better be careful—his thing might fall off.”

“Not likely,” Cheryl said with a smirk. “He’s come four times with me before.”

“Jesus,” Meryl breathed.

“Come on, enough talk. Get into position.”

“How?”

“You sit on his face, and I’ll ride him.”

As the cuddling pair looked at her blankly, she said more sharply, “Let’s go, snap to it!”

“But Cheryl, I’m—kind of messy down there.”

“Who cares?” Cheryl said with a cynical laugh. “He likes licking up his own come—as long as it’s mixed with girl stuff.”

Meryl, shaking her head in disbelief, pried herself out of Jeremy’s arms. She was now throbbing in both places down there, so she took her time getting on her knees and placing herself on Jeremy’s face. Meanwhile, Cheryl gave his half-erect cock a few tugs, then squatted over it and stuffed it into herself.

Jeremy’s groan of pain was muffled by Meryl’s sudden descent on his face. It was true that he liked letting the fluids from a girl’s pussy and anus—his and hers—dribble into his mouth, and Meryl began writhing on his face with a little grin of satisfaction. Cheryl’s actions had made his cock pretty hard again, and she was pleased that her crevice was finally filled.

Meryl, now facing her sister, gazed on her with a kind of awe. She had never seen Cheryl naked in such intimate circumstances before.

“Gee, Cheryl,” she said, “you really have nice boobs.”

“So do you,” Cheryl said magnanimously.

“Yours are a little bigger than mine.”

“Doesn’t matter. Guys generally prefer firm to big. Really big boobs tend to be flabby and shapeless.”

After a little silence, Meryl said shyly, “Can I—can I touch?”

“Sure, go ahead,” Cheryl said indifferently.

Meryl reached out and took her sister’s breasts in both of her hands. “Mmmm,” she murmured, “so nice . . .”

“Lemme feel yours,” Cheryl said, imitating her sister. “Not at all bad, sis.”

Spontaneously, the two girls brought their heads together and pasted their lips together. Meryl seemed to shiver a bit at this initiation into incestuous lesbianism—and gave her patented mew when Cheryl stuck her tongue into her mouth. almanbahis casino But their lips were glued together as Cheryl continued to bounce on Jeremy’s cock and Meryl tightened her thighs around his face. Jeremy, for his part, didn’t know whose butt to grab, so he used one hand to grab each girl’s posterior.

Everyone knew this couldn’t go on forever—and sure enough, Jeremy’s grunts, insofar as they could be heard, indicated that his third climax was imminent. Cheryl, teasing him, deliberately slowed down so that he wouldn’t come quite so fast, but the delay was only momentary. As he shot his seed into her, she moaned with satisfaction: she hadn’t actually come, but she was proud of her ability to get her guy to come after her sister had displayed her seductiveness the first two times. Meanwhile, Meryl did come again, breaking the obscene kiss with her sister to cry out and do a little bouncing of her own on Jeremy’s face.

Afterward, all three of them sprawled untidily on the bed, their bodies intertwined. They all agreed it was time for bed, and the two girls arranged themselves on either side of Jeremy, each of them silently claiming him as their own. They all fell asleep within minutes.

*

The next morning, the twins’ mother, Shirley, was in the kitchen early, making breakfast for everyone. As Cheryl sauntered sleepily in, making a beeline for the coffee maker, Shirley glared at her meaningfully. Her daughter really wasn’t up for any sort of confrontation, so she just poured herself a cup of coffee and sat down at the little table in the kitchen.

But Shirley apparently wanted to press the matter. “What exactly went on in your room last night?”

“What do you mean?” Cheryl said with wide-eyed innocence.

“I heard a lot of strange noises coming out of your bedroom.”

“Oh, you know Jeremy. He’s kind of noisy when he—” Cheryl clapped a hand over her mouth. “Well, you know how guys are.”

That didn’t help the situation. Now Shirley was squinting sharply at Cheryl. “It wasn’t just him. It sounded like you—and your sister.”

“Don’t be silly, Mom!” Cheryl said with a nervous laugh. “You must have been dreaming.”

Mercifully, further awkward discussion was curtailed by the rest of the household blundering into the room, all looking for coffee, tea, and breakfast. So Shirley had no choice but to get cracking.

But a little later, Cheryl herself pulled her father over into the den for a private chat.

“Daddy,” she said, “I think we need to talk.”

Daniel had a spooked look on his face. “Wh-what about?”

Cheryl closed the door firmly, then turned to face her dad. “Have you noticed Mom acting funny lately?”

“Funny?” he said. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“I’ve distinctly seen her giving Jeremy the once-over.”

“What? Don’t be ridiculous!”

“Daddy, it’s true. She doesn’t just look him in the face. She looks at his chest, his butt—his groin.” She gave her dad a significant look. “Know what I mean?”

“You—you must be imagining things,” Daniel stuttered.

“I don’t think so. I’m not a kid anymore. What gives?”

Daniel fell silent, and a look of mingled alarm, sadness, and even fear spread over his face. He almost looked as if he was going to cry.

“Daddy, what—?” Cheryl began.

“Look, dear,” Daniel interrupted, “your mom and I haven’t been doing so well lately.”

“What are you talking about? Are you guys breaking up?”

“No, no, nothing like that—well, probably not.”

“Probably not? What’s going on with you two?”

Daniel looked at his daughter as if pleading for mercy. “Cheryl, darling, I’m afraid I did a bad thing.”

“Daddy, don’t tell me—”

“I—I cheated on your mom.”

Cheryl’s face registered loathing and disgust. “Oh, Daddy, how could you? I didn’t think you were one of those scumbags who—”

“I only did it a few times!” Daniel protested.

“Oh, so that makes it all right.”

“No, of course not. But—”

“So who was this seductress who tempted you?”

Daniel looked even more mortified now. “Um, my secretary.”

Cheryl rolled her eyes. “Jesus, Daddy, how tacky!”

“I’m not seeing her anymore! In fact, she left the company. I don’t even know where she is now.”

“Well, good for you. But I suppose Mom found out.”

“Yes.”

“And so—?”

“So . . . we haven’t been, um, intimate for about eight months.”

Cheryl’s jaw dropped. “You’re telling me that Mom hasn’t let you stick your dick into her pussy for eight months?”

Daniel made a face. “You don’t have to put it quite so graphically, but yes, that’s it.”

“Jeez, no wonder Mom’s lusting after Jeremy.”

“She’s not lusting after him!”

“Of course she is, Daddy. She wants him. And why not?”

“He is a good-looking guy.”

“I’ll say! And boy, can he perform! Just ask Meryl. Oops!” And Cheryl again clapped a hand over her mouth.

Daniel seemed to wobble on his feet. “Meryl? You’re telling me . . . he did Meryl?”

“Well, yeah,” Cheryl admitted. “She didn’t want to be a virgin anymore.”

“She was a virgin?”

“Of course she was! Have you ever seen her with a guy?”

“No.”

“Well, he really gave her the business—a thorough job, if I do say so myself. Front and back.”

Work had been a beast this week. Normally Bailey loved her job, but this week, she was ready to throw both her computer AND her cell phone out the window. As the Office Manager for a small construction company, it was her job to make sure all the employees in the office did their job correctly and everything ran smoothly. Most importantly because she was the only employee in the office. And her boss was a stickler for perfection.

Her office was in a warehouse where they kept material. They didn’t get many visitors, which was fine with Bailey because she could wear jeans and a t-shirt all year round. Her boss had an office behind hers, which she never really understood why, since he used it only about twice a year. There was a kitchen and a bathroom in the back. Sometimes Bailey got lonely, but usually at least once a day one of the construction guys would come by, or sometimes a vendor would pop over.

This past week, however, it seemed that everyone on the planet had come to visit. The boss, Mr. Wyatt, owner and President of Wyatt Construction for which one Bailey Sinclair worked, seemed to have taken up residence in his office. There was a problem on one of the jobs so three of the workers were in the shop fixing and cutting and making a shit ton of noise, and the phone seemed to have a life of its own. Oh, and to top it all off, Monday’s payroll got all janked up. Monday, of the week that Mr. Wyatt was working 20 feet away from her. Shit.

Now, on Friday morning, Bailey’s peaceful world felt like it would never return. Frazzled like an espresso OD, she turned on some music and decided that if she just got back to routine, she would at least try to finish the work she had left and maybe knock off early. Being an Office Manager did have some perks.

About 10:00 the phone rang and Bailey realized it was for the first time that morning. Caller ID said it was Rick from one of the lumber supply companies that they used. She smiled as she answered the phone because Rick was always friendly and she enjoyed talking to him. She dealt with a lot of the vendors and some were really nice, some were ok, and some were downright assholes. Rick was close to the top of her like list. He was kind of hot, too, with just a touch of a Texas accent. She had to refocus on what he was saying because her mind had definitely just run off to a place it shouldn’t have.

“…drop off a new price sheet if that’s ok?” Rick had been saying.

“What? Oh, yeah, sure, what time did you say? I was thinking of leaving early today,” Bailey blundered, feeling foolish for not paying attention.

“I was thinking in about a half hour or so. Will that work?”

“Uh, sure. OK”

“Bailey, are you ok? You don’t sound like your normal chipper self.” Rick had real concern in his voice.

“No, I’m fine; it’s just been a long week, that’s all. I appreciate you asking. See you soon,” Bailey said as she hung up the phone and put it back in the holster on her belt. Under normal circumstances, she would really love to see Rick, but today she just wanted to go to go home and not think about work until Monday morning.

She decided to go look at herself in the mirror to see how horrible she looked. “Oh my God,” she said out loud to herself. She definitely had some dark circles under her normally bright blue eyes. Even her curly strawberry blond hair seemed to be tired as it was just limp today. Double shit.

About an hour later she heard the outer door close and tired as she was, her tummy gave a little flip while expecting Rick to fill her office with his presence. He wasn’t that big of a guy, maybe only 6′, but when he came into a room, you knew it. He had a nice build on him, and his casual clothes seemed to emphasize that. He always wore jeans, a white t-shirt and some kind of opened button up over that. He exuded confidence which was sexy as hell to Bailey. Of course, his looks didn’t hurt either. He wasn’t drop dead gorgeous, he had brown hair, brown eyes, but there was just something about his face that made you do a double take.

And there he was, filling her doorway, standing there with his hands on both sides of the door jamb, one foot casually crossed over the other one. Just like always, his red button up was wide open, exposing the brilliant white t-shirt underneath tucked into his jeans. Bailey immediately felt her heart beat just a little faster and internally scolded herself for acting like a school girl.

“Hey, Bailey,” Rick said as he smiled down at her. “Uh, I mean this in the nicest way, but, honey, you look like hell.” He dropped his arms and started toward her desk.

Bailey went three shades of red before she found her voice and was able to respond. “You sure know how to woo a girl, Rick. Is that your best pick up line?”

“No, I have plenty of them, but I don’t think you need a pick up line right now. Would I be too bold if I offered you a shoulder massage? I can just see the tension on your face. And I hate to see your pretty face anything but beaming sunshine like it normally almanbahis is.” He was blushing a little at his last comment.

Bailey didn’t know what to say at that. The thought of Rick’s hands on her made her tingle, and what she wished he would do with those hands started making her hot and come to life a little bit. But she was at work, and he seemed like such a gentleman. Screw it. “I would love nothing more, Rick. Are you sure you wouldn’t mind?”

“Mind?” he asked as he started moving toward the back of her chair, “I enjoy this. You just have to let me know if I am rubbing too hard, ok? I didn’t always sell stuff, I used to work on a farm too, so sometimes I can forget to be gentle.”

He started rubbing her shoulders and the nape of her neck and immediately Bailey felt some of the tension release. But now Bailey was having a new problem. Rick was turning her on. She was tingling, getting hot, and now she was getting wet. Rick kept massaging her shoulders and back and neck, and the more he touched her, the more Bailey was getting turned on. Her nipples were at full attention and with the t-shirt she had on, she was pretty sure that Rick could tell they were hard. He moved her forward a little so he could reach more of her back, and Bailey moaned a little.

“Are you liking that?” he asked, his voice a little husky.

“God, yes. That feels wonderful,” Bailey managed to whisper out.

“Not too hard?” he whispered back.

“Not hard enough,” Bailey heard herself reply. Wow, what was going on here? she thought.

“You like it hard?” he growled, and Bailey got the implication. She had a split second to make a decision. She could stop this now, or she could go all the way. She could get caught if someone came in. She didn’t care; this week had sucked so bad, she actually didn’t care if anyone walked in, even Mr. Wyatt, although he had told her yesterday that he was taking today off. She was on the pill, so she didn’t care about that. She was going to hope to God that Rick didn’t have any disease. Hmmm, sounded like she had already made up her mind.

“I love it hard,” she said as she turned her chair and came face to face with the fly of his jeans. His cock was stiff enough to make a nice ridge in his pants. She looked up at him, “I want to taste you.”

Rick’s eyes got just a little bigger as a smile crossed his face. “You do, huh? Well, I want to see your tits.”

Bailey couldn’t help but smile back. “Fine, but after I suck your cock. Release it now before I start biting through your jeans.” She could feel the wetness between her thighs increase and put her hand there for just a second. She heard Rick suck in his breath as she did and she liked knowing that she was turning him on as well.

He had unbuckled his belt and taken his pants down a bit and she watched as his cock sprang up to greet her. “Sweet Jesus,” was all she managed to get out before giving in to her desire to taste him. He had such a clean scent, like he had just gotten out of the shower, and there was just a hint of cologne that she could smell. She felt herself getting even wetter and she didn’t know how long she could suck him before she wanted to launch herself on his cock and ride him until she came herself.

But she absolutely loved giving blow jobs. So she started with her tongue and made small circles around the head of his cock. She held his shaft in one hand and his balls in the other and felt his cock twitch when she used her teeth to gently rake across the top of the head. He moaned and she smiled knowing that she was making him feel good. She took his cock into her mouth just about an inch, then back out, then an inch more, then back out, and kept doing that until she had made it wet all the way down. Another circle around the head with her tongue and she plunged the whole way down his cock, taking the whole thing in her mouth. Rick gave a tiny scream and grabbed Bailey’s hair and started rocking her head back and forth on his cock. This was her favorite. She just loved having her hair pulled, and they developed a rhythm. He pulled, she sucked. She used her tongue to massage his cock on every stroke and with every stroke she got wetter and wetter. She still massaged his balls, but she used her other hand to massage her clit and she was only moments away from cumming herself. Every so often Rick would stop their rhythm so that he wouldn’t cum, but she kept playing with her clit, sticking her fingers in her pussy, loving how hot and wet it was inside. Finally he grabbed hold of her hair and pulled so hard that it made her scream, and it made her cum, which made her scream more. But her mouth was full of cock, so it didn’t make any noise, just a vibration on his cock, which made him shoot his load into her mouth. He expected her to either spit it on his cock or his stomach, but she kept sucking and soon she was making those little circles on the head again, with an open mouth. Yeah, Bailey was a swallower. Rick got even more turned on by that.

“Come here,” he said to Bailey, and pulled her almanbahis yeni giriş up from the chair. He moved so quickly that she giggled because before she knew it, he was sitting in her chair, pants pooled around his ankles, and she was in his lap with her jeans only partway on.

“Wow,” he said, still breathing hard. “That was fucking fantastic.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and closed his eyes.

“No, that’s later,” Bailey said, poking him in the stomach, “and you have it wrong.”

Still with his eyes closed he said, “What are you talking about?”

“The fantastic fucking is later.”

She felt his chest move with laughter as he sat her upright and looked at her. “So, are you still tense, Ms. Bailey? ‘Cause you look a whole hell of a lot better than when I walked in here.”

Moving here shoulders back and forth and her head side to side, Bailey said, “Well, I guess a little better, but I think I need some more massage sessions. When do you think you might be a-hem, up for one?”

“What are you ready to go again already? You wanton woman, you! What are you doing tonight?”

“Really? I’m leaving early, that’s what I’m doing. And you’re on! Show me what you’ve got. Where and when?” Bailey was getting horny again just thinking about Rick and what they might do later. She had some plans for him, but this time it was going to be her turn to be the recipient.

“I’ll take you to dinner first, Mario’s, 6:00. We can go from there.”

“Nah,” she countered. I have food at my house. I already gave you a blow job, so you know I don’t need to be wined and dined first. Here…” she scribbled down her address and handed it to him. “Be there at 6:00. If you’re hungry, eat before you get there. I want to be ready for some business when you show up.” Bailey got up and put herself back together as best as she could, as did Rick.

“Scoot and let me finish my work so I can get out of here,” she said with a wink.

As she watched Rick leave she couldn’t help but think, what in the hell just happened here?

By 5:45, Bailey was ready to puke. Ok, a blow job with a guy she hardly knew was one thing, but hell, she had invited the guy over for sex! And the way she did it was like, Hey baby, come on over to my place for some steamy hot sex, even though I really don’t know you. What the fuck! She didn’t have his number to tell him not to come. She kept hoping he wouldn’t show up. RIGHT! She kept telling herself that when he showed up she was just going to tell him she couldn’t go through with it and hope that he was a nice enough guy that they could sit and talk and laugh about it.

6:00 on the dot her doorbell rang. Shit. She looked through the peephole and there was Rick and for the first time, she couldn’t see a white t-shirt. She opened the door and immediately felt like a jackass because other than take her shoes off, she was still in her work clothes. Rick had put on nice slacks and an actual dress shirt. And buttoned it up. Double shit.

“You wanna let me in or do you just want to do it out here for your neighbors to see,” he teased.

“Shut up,” she said as she moved out of the way to let him in. Her house wasn’t all that big so she gave him the brief tour, avoiding the bedroom on purpose, deciding to start things off in the living room. She hoped he wouldn’t notice the bedroom oversight. He did, of course.

“Waiting for later to show me the bedroom?” he asked while waggling his eyebrows, and making himself comfortable on the couch next to her.

Bailey might have gotten mad, but damn he smelled wonderful. She didn’t know what he was wearing, but holy shit she wanted to go sit in his lap again. Just thinking of that made her start to tingle and for a second she started to second guess her plans for the night. It had been a long time since she had had a good fuck. Maybe this would be a good night after all. Hmmmm.

“What are you thinking in that mind of yours? I can see some wheels spinning,” Rick said looking at her with suspicious eyes. “Are you having second thoughts about tonight?”

“Yeah. No! I mean, I was, but now I’m not sure.” He stopped her talk with a brief kiss on the lips. He lifted her chin so he could see her eyes, which had fully recovered from the week’s drama and were back to their azure hue. “What?” she asked.

“Tell me what you want,” Risk said in a smooth tone that instantly put Bailey at ease.

“Uh, well, do you have any diseases I should know about,” she blurted.

He chuckled and put his hand on her thigh, “No. I’m a card carrying member of The Disease Free Club, but I have it framed at home, so if you want to see it, we have to go to my place.”

She stuck her tongue out at him.

“Watch it, I know where that tongue has been!” he teased, but he looked at Bailey and saw that she wasn’t laughing. “You’re serious, what else do you want to know?” At that he pulled “The Man Pose” where he leaned back on the couch and put one ankle on the other knee.

Bailey tucked one bare foot up under almanbahis giriş her bottom and expressed her concerns, which actually made Rick feel better. He told her he had the same ones and was glad they were talking. After about an hour Bailey asked if he wanted some wine or beer and he said that he had a penis so he preferred beer. Again she stuck out her tongue. He offered some suggestions of what she could do with it.

“Keep up the sweet talk and I might just take you up on your offer,” she retorted as she went to the kitchen to grab a couple of beers from the fridge. Like a panther he had snuck up behind her so that when she turned around she bumped right into him.

He took the beers out of her hand and placed them on the counter behind her without either of them moving. With his hand still partly behind her, he deftly reached her bra and with one swift “pluck” undid her bra strap. She took a deep breath and looked him directly in the eyes as if to give him the ok. He gave a barely visible nod, but she caught it and did the same.

Standing as close as they were, face-to-face, she felt his hard on. He put his hands on her ass and pulled her closer so there was no mistaking it. She unbuttoned the top button of his shirt with hands that were slightly shaky. His breath smelled like mint gum as it started to get heavier. Another button, then another. Then she felt the back of her shirt being lifted. Rick took off her shirt and bra and she stood there topless. She quickly undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt to reveal the ever present white t-shirt. He shirked off his dress shirt and in seconds had the t-shirt off as well. Still holding the shirts, he took her hand and led her into the living room where he tossed his shirts onto the back of an armchair. Standing in front of the couch, he unzipped her jeans and Bailey took the cue and kicked them off, underwear included.

“Sit. It’s your turn now, baby,” he said in a raspy voice.

Bailey obliged which wasn’t difficult given how weak her knees were anyway. He spread her knees apart and pulled her to the edge of the couch where he took one finger and touched her pussy and slowly pulled it away.

“My God, you are so wet,” he said as a trail of Bailey’s wetness stretched from his finger to her pussy. He took his finger and put it in his mouth. “Oh, God,” he moaned and stuck his finger back into her. Bailey arched her back at the feel of his touch inside her, as it only served to make her even more wet. She didn’t know how long she could go before she would be begging him to fuck her. Especially if he just kept toying with her like this.

She closed her eyes to the sensation of his finger going deep inside of her and soon he had two plunging into the depths of her tight pussy. Suddenly she felt his tongue slithering on her clit and she was writhing on the couch in pleasure. He took her whole clit on his mouth, sucking on it, nibbling on it and occasionally slipping his tongue into her pussy, but never letting his fingers come out. He kept fucking her with his fingers and using his tongue to bring her closer and closer to cumming.

“I want you to cum for me now,” he said authoritatively, his mouth speaking into her pussy.

She felt the vibration of his words as well as heard them and the command made her cum. She arched her back and forced her pussy into his face as she came while he still fucked her with his fingers. Her explosion was hard and while he was still eating her she came again, putting her heels on the edge of the couch and lifting herself into the air, screaming out loud with the force of the ecstasy that she felt.

When she came back to Earth, she sat upright on the couch and noticed that Rick was completely naked, his cock at full attention. She looked at it and licked her lips, but Rick cut her thoughts off. “Not this time. I have other plans.” He slowly turned Bailey over so she was face down on the couch with her knees on the floor. Rick came up behind her and folded himself over her, using his hand to play with her pussy once again. He used his left hand to cup and massage her left breast and pinched the nipple a few times. Whenever he did, Bailey cried out, but it was out of pleasure. A low, feral growl was building in her chest and she could feel an animal instinct coming on. She put her hands on the couch and lifted herself to give him better access to both her breasts.

A knee parted her legs, and soon a finger was inside her, rubbing her juices around, lubricating her ass. She started when a finger went into her ass.

“Shhhh. It’s ok. Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?” he whispered to her like she was a frightened child.

Bailey just shook her head. She had tried to do it once with an old boyfriend, but they weren’t successful, and all he ended up doing was hurting her, and she told him to stop. Thankfully he did.

“You will like it. And we will ease into it,” he continued to whisper. His finger continued to stroke her pussy and clit. A low thrumming was building in her, both from how he was rubbing her, and from the soothing way he was talking to her. He stopped massaging her breasts and nipples and she could tell that he had started stroking his cock and she turned her head so she could see him.

Britnee and her friends return for more whacky adventures and hardcore, gonzo, porno sex!

Britnee Busted XXX:

American Pornstar!

Chapter 1

The late summer sun shone high and bright over the little town of Hootertonville. It was a hot day, typical for the Midwest, with humidity high enough to make the air thick and heavy. People with air-conditioning stayed indoors. People without stayed indoors and cursed those with air-conditioning as they sat in front of fans and open windows.

Not everyone stayed indoors, however. On the outskirts of town, next to the popular strip club, Stripper Sluts, sat an empty motel. An old motel that had been closed for years. Empty except for the courtyard behind the main building. There was a swimming pool in the courtyard. The pool had been cleaned and filled, the concrete and surrounding area scrubbed clean and, today, four young women lounged by the pool on new deck chairs, soaking up the hot sun’s rays.

“Jesus fucking Christ! It’s fucking hot out here!” Britnee Lain groaned, setting her drink down and lying back on her lounger. “Who in the fuck thought it would be a good idea to come all the way out the fuck here just to get a motherfucking tan?”

“You did, Boo!’ called Lara from three chairs over.

‘Liar!’ Britnee yelled. “That’s a damned lie!”

“Bullshit! You said so the other day!” replied Lara, spritzing herself with a spray bottle full of water. “After that scene we shot with Clem. You said, “We oughtta get that pool over at the old hotel up an’ running. Think about it! We got our own private pool an’ we can hang out n take a dip n party and get a tan…” so, you had Jayden and the boys over here all last week cleaning up and getting the pool filled.”

“I did?” Britnee rummaged through her purse for a lighter. “Was I high? You can’t trust anything I say when I’m high.” Britnee lit a fat joint and took a deep drag before handing it to Tina, a dark-skinned black girl reclining next to her.

“Boo,” Lara replied, shaking her head, “You’re always high. And drunk.”

“Liar!” “Am not!” Am too!” Bitch!” “Slut”

“If you two bitches are through yelling,” Tina called out, handing the joint to Nomi, the curvy Brazilian girl next to her, “We sistahs’ are tryin’ to get some sun!”

Tina and Nomi were dancers at the club and friends with Britnee and Lara. Tina had skin the color and smoothness of fine dark chocolate. She was the same height as Britnee and a similar build except her tits were slightly smaller and teardrop shaped and her ass was even rounder and fuller than Britnee’s. Nomi was about 5’5″ and somewhat thicker than the other girls with skin the color of caramel and bronze, wide hips, a perfect heart shaped ass and a set of implant-enhanced tits that rivaled Britnee’s in size and shape.

Nomu nodded in agreement. “How am I to enjoy the sunny day with all this bickering? The hot weather is making me horny!”

Lara smiled as she took the joint from Nomi. “You look good enough to eat, Nomi. I love those new big tits you got.”

“Yeah, we’ll get to the horny and the eatin’ soon enough,” Britnee said, lighting a cigarette. She stood up. “What about these big tits, Boo?” She pushed her big, grapefruit sized tits up and squeezed them. On her five foot, ninety-five lb frame, Britnee’s tits looked gigantic.

Lara smiled. “You know I love your tits, Boo. And the new do is great too!”

Recently, Britnee had spent several hundred dollars having a mass of blonde cornrows woven into her hair. The dozens and dozens of long, thin braids cascaded down her back and rested on the swell of her hips and ass. It was a look that made the tiny nympho look even more like a stripper/porn slut than she already did. The patrons at the club let her know how much they loved her new look with bigger tips and more trips to the VIP lounge.

“As for the heat makin’ ya horny, babe,” Britnee looked at Nomi, “That’s why we invited you all out here anyhow! So, I really own this, Boo?”

“Yeah babes, when we acquired all of Leo’s property, this was part of the package.” Lara passed the joint back to Nomi. “No hitting out of turn…”

Recently, Britnee and Lara had helped the Feds take down a local crime boss and Russian mobster by stealing all of his assets and giving the F.B.I. enough evidence of criminal operations to put the man behind bars for the rest of his life. In return, the Feds had turned a blind eye to the girls own criminal enterprises.

“So we own all this.”Britnee hit the joint.

“Yup.” Lara grinned. I showed you a list I made of all the Properties we own now. And, Agent Dann promised no government interference as long as we stay under the radar.”

Britnee leaned towards Tina and winked, half whispering, “Agent Dan is her boyfriend.”

“Not my boyfriend! I keep telling you that!” Lara called, lying back on her lounger and closing her eyes.

Britnee ignored her. “She calls him by his first name. Sounds like a boyfriend to me.”

“Dann is almanbahis şikayet his last name! D-A-N-N! Agent Daniel Dann!” Lara called.

“See how mad she gets? Boyfriend for sur-.” A handful of ice cubes went flying past Britnee’s face. “Bitch!” she yelled.

“Slut!” replied Lara.

“And soon to be America’s reigning Super-Slut!” Britnee cried, reaching for a cooler and fetching a drink. “Anyone need a refill?”

The girls were drinking peppermint Long Island Iced Teas. They lounged in the hot sun, their supple young bodies glistening with thin layers of sweat and lotion. The weed and booze was starting to take effect on the foursome and they were all feeling horny.

Britnee rubbed her fat, grapefruit sized tits and slid a hand down to her thighs as she watched Tina drizzle and rub sunscreen over her belly and arms.

“Tina, why do you use that stuff? I wouldn’t think you’d need protection from the sun.” Britnee shifted in her seat and teased her cunt with a finger.

“Why? Cuz I’m black?” Tina drained half her cocktail and grinned at Britnee.

“Umm… well, yeah…”

“I’m already dark. Sitting out here all day is only gonna make me darker an’ I don’t needs that! it’s hard enough being black in this country what I gotta be dark as hell!” Britnee started to speak but Tina held up a hand, cutting her off. “Y’all white girls ain’t gotta worry about cops shootin’ yo ass e’ery time you walks outside yo house!”

Lara nodded. “That is true. Of course, we don’t worry much about cops. Half the local cops are on our payroll and Boo here bangs the police chief every Sunday while his wife’s at church.”

“An’ that’s another reason why you n Nomi should work for us! Protection! You girls sign with us, you’ll not only get the biggest, fattest, hardest cocks in God’s creation to suck and fuck, not to mention two of the sweetest pussies wherever you ever did eat and become instant internet porno queens, but…, Y’all be part of the family- the Busted Out Syndicate family-” Nomi looked at Lara who shrugged and mouthed ‘I don’t know’, “- and be protected from all manner of bad thing like cops n bad guys an tur-rists and such!” Britnee exclaimed, jumping up from her lounger and dancing around for a moment!

“Yeah,” Tina chimed in, ‘That sounds good an’ all but, I got a question. I watch your stuff and it’s hardcore as hell, Y’all be fuckin’ n suckin’ an’ takin’ them big ass dicks all up in yo ass and it’s some corny shit but what I wanna know is… Why you ain’t got some brothers up in there? I mean, Y’all gettin’ all that white dick, how come you aint gettin’ no black dick?”

Britnee looked at Tina then looked at Lara. Lara began to speak but stopped and shrugged. “Well…,” began Britnee, “Maybe it’s because we don’t know any brothas. I mean, it ain’t like there are a whole lotta black folks in this burg. An’ the ones I met are all sleazeballs and assholes, always talkin’ smack an’ tryin’ to get up in my business an all that shit.”

“Besides,” Lara chimed in, “They’re always hanging around with big, fat, ugly white girls.”

Nomi downed her drink and reached for another. “It’s true. The black boys love the big white girls. Fat, grande poosy!”

Tina laughed and snorted as she tried to sip on her drink. “Awright! Awright, I know… it’s true. The niggas in this town are losers. But then again, so are the dudes yah be fuckin’ in the videos. I mean, they some slack-jawed muffuhs! But damn! They do has some big ass dicks! Shit, where you find white dick like that?”

Britnee and Lara looked at each other and frowned, shrugging their shoulders. “Who knows, we think it’s something in the water,” Lara replied.

“No, not the water.” Nomi said. “If it was the water, every man in the club would have gigante serpente!” She spread her hands about a foot apart.

“Nah, most of the men, especially the rich dudes come down from Dayton or over from the ‘Natti. Besides, they all a buncha bottled water drinkin’ pricks. And we all know most of the dudes that hang at the club ain’t got no gigante serpente! More like Vienna sausages in they pants!”

The girls burst out with cackling laughter. They giggled and laughed until their sides hurt and they gasped for air.

“Oh, God,” snorted Britnee. “Vienna Sausages! Ha! That’s good… but, seriously. Seriously. You know any black guys would make good studs on camera? I mean they gotta get it up, keep it up and cum like a fire hose! And they gotta be big! I mean B-I-G! Ain’t no tiny, li’l six or seven-inch dick. Eight inches is the bare minimum with us.”

Tina shook her head. “Not in this town. I mean like, they’re some bruhs what got big dicks, but they so strung out on meth and fentynol, they can’t stay hard for more’n five minutes. If that. Now over in Ogdenville, they is some dudes that got it going on!” She shuddered briefly and rubbed her big tits. “I don’ know if’n y’all wants them tho… they some hardcore ballers, n’ah mean?”

“Sounds like the guys you got a meet almanbahis canlı casino with on Thursday.” Lara grinned at Britnee.

Britnee looked confused. “Meet? What meet?”

Lara made a face and threw up her hands. “You know. The meeting you have on Thursday. In Ogdenville.”

Recognition lit up Britnee’s face. “Oh Yeah… the business meeting. With the thug- I mean, businessmen. About the mutual business, we might do together!”

Lara slapped herself on the forehead and reached for her drink. Tina looked back and forth from one girl to the other.

“Don’t worry, Tina. I’ll explain later.” Britnee grinned. “But, I will tell ya, When we find some big black cock, we’ll get ’em back to the trailer and fuck the holy hell outta me!”

“I want the big dicks!” groaned Nomi. “I want them in my poosy!” She bent her legs and planted her feet and began humping the air as she rubbed her big, fake tits and slick cunt.

“Damn, girl!” laughed Tina. “You is one lit bitch!” She belched. “Whoops! I ain’t too sober myself! That sho looks good though…” and Tina began softly stroking her own puffy slit as she watched Nomi.

‘Mmm… I think it just got ten degrees hotter out here.” Britnee said seductively as she sat up in her chair and watched Tina and Nomi play with themselves. I think it’s time for the “audition’ part of the afternoon.”

Tina looked at Britnee with lust in her eyes. “Audition?” She now had one hand spreading her swollen cunt lips and was pushing the middle finger of her other hand in and out of her tight, pink hole.

Britnee grinned and looked at Nomi. Lara was kneeling beside the Brazilian beauty and eagerly licking and sucking one of her fat, silicon-filled tits.

“Mmm, yeah…” Britnee moved to sit on the edge of Tina’s seat. “We brought you two out here today to fuck the hell outta you! And to see if y’all got what it takes to be internet porno stars!”

Tina moaned and pulled her finger from her wet cunt and offered it to Britnee. “Audition this, bitch.”

Britnee held Tina’s arm and slowly licked the wet finger, savoring the sweet taste before sucking the offered digit into her mouth. Tina moaned as Britnee sucked it like a cock and then licked all of her fingers.

“Mmm,” Britnee groaned, “You taste so good, girl.” She released Tina’s hand and kissed the black girl deeply. Tina responded with her tongue, licking Britnee’s and sucking it into her mouth. She slid a hand behind Britnee’s neck and pulled the five-foot blonde hard against her, mashing their lips together. Britnee groaned as she sucked on Tina’s lower lip and her hand began massaging the black girl’s soft tits. Tina’s nipples grew rock hard as they were pulled and twisted and she moaned loudly as she broke the kiss.

“Mmm, fuck, white girl!” Tina moaned, “Don’t leave me hangin’!”

Britnee replied by kissing and licking Tina from her lips to her neck and down to her sweaty, heaving chest. As she teased a hard nipple with her tongue, she looked over at Nomi, whose moans were growing louder as Lara squeezed her heavy tits and licked up and down over her cleavage.

“Aye! Si! Suck my titties!” Nomi cried. “My big titties need suck! My poosy so hot!”

Lara continued her oral assault on the Brazilian girl’s fat, fake tits as Nomi spread the folds of her dripping cunt with both hands. “Aye! Yes! Suck me! Suck my titties!” She humped her pelvis against her seat, moaning as Lara kissed her belly and licked down to her shaven cunt.

Britnee already had a finger teasing Tina’s clit as the two petite sluts kissed and mashed their perfect tits together. She licked the sweat from the dark-skinned girl’s belly as she moved between her open thighs. The afternoon sun was high overhead, sending its heat down on the foursome, making Britnee especially horny. She inhaled deeply, the heady mix of sweat and coconut butter and cunt overwhelming her senses and combining with the hot sun and booze and weed and soft flesh made her head swim.

“Oh, Fuck!” Britnee cried as she spread Tina’s puffy, dark mound with her thumbs.

Between Tina’s dark folds lay a pussy as pink bubblegum. Britnee licked the inner lips softly then pulled her clit between her lips. Tina groaned and thrust her hips up to Britnee’s mouth.

“Fuck me, baby! Fuckin’ eat my pussy!” Tina moaned softly, massaging and pulling on her own tits.

Britnee responded by pushing Tina’s thighs back towards her chest and licking up and down Tina’ slit and stabbing her tongue into the hot, tight hole. Tina moaned even louder and began humping Britnee’s face. Britnee sucked hard on the black girl’s clit and lapped up the salty-sweet juices flowing from her cunt. The taste of those juices drove the tiny blonde crazy with lust and she ate her pussy as a woman possessed!

Lara was doing much the same to Nomi. She had the faked titted slut’s big, round ass in her hands and her legs over her shoulders as she buried her face in the Brazilian’s cunt. Nomi’s entire body was shaking almanbahis casino and pumping and she sobbed and cried under the tongue of the alabaster beauty. Lara dug her fingers deep into the heavy, soft ass flesh as she ravaged Nomi’s clit and slurped up her pussy nectar. The more Nomi moaned, the harder Lara sucked.

It wasn’t long before the bronze beauty was screaming in her native tongue: ‘Aie! Mim!Mim! Mim!! Lamba minha buceta!! My Poosy! Me faca gozar! Me faca gozar! Make Me CUMMM!!’

Nomi tensed up for a moment then, exploded in orgasm! Her body convulsed and shook and she let out a blood-curdling shriek as her spastic cunt erupted! She squirted hot cunt all over Lara’s face and into her insatiable mouth as she cried and begged for more! Lara slurped and sucked and swallowed as much as she could before letting Nomi’s ass back down on the lounger. The Brazilian girl continued to writhe and hump Lara’s face as the waves of orgasm overcame her. and she moaned unintelligibly in English and Portuguese.

Nomi’s cries and sobs combined with Britnee’s expert tongue were too much for Tina. The pint-sized black girl grabbed Britnee’s hair and forced her into her pelvis, groaning as her body trembled. “Ohhh fuckkkk! You’re gonna make me Cummm!!”

She erupted in orgasmic bliss! She screamed as wave after wave of pleasure rebounded through her body making her jerk and hump Britnee’s face.

“FUCK!! FUCK!! CUMMING ON YOUR FACE, WHITE GIRL!!” Tina cried, slapping the cushion and juicing Britnee’s mouth with cum.

Britnee pulled away and slid two fingers into the quaking pussy, twisting and rubbing the liquid flesh. “Yeah, bitch!”Britnee commanded. “Gimme that cum! Do it, ya nasty slut!” She dove on Tina’s cunt, lashing her clit with her tongue!

“Oh, JESUS!!” Tina screamed! “Ima Cumming Again!! FUCKKK!! YYYEEESSSSSSS!!

Nomi was screaming as well but, the sounds were muffled by Lara’s cunt! The tall, lithe freak had straddled Nomi’s face and was eagerly feeding the latina her hot pussy. Nomi reacted like a starving dog, chewing and sucking and licking the hot cunt flesh like her life depended on it. She buried three fingers in her own snatch and rubbed her clit furiously as she tongue-fucked Lara’s throbbing hole! Lara shifted to a one knee stance and leaned back to help Nomi finger herself, moaning as the tongue in her cunt did its work.

‘Shit, Boo!” Lara called out, “You gotta try this girl out! Oh, God! That’s it! Right there! Her pussy tastes like ceviche! Yesyesyesssss eat that pussy, Nomi!”

“Chevy- wha-?” Britnee replied. “Don’ worry, Boo! Ima taste that right after this l’il bitch licks my hot cunt clean!”

Britnee straddled the lounge chair by planting a foot on either armrest and squatting over Tina. Tina sat up and grinned up at her blonde friend. “Gimme that pussy, girl! Ima eat you to death!”

She grabbed Britnee’s waist and flicked her tongue over the tiny slut’s clit! Britnee responded by twerking and bouncing against Tina’s face, feeding her need for hot, pink pussy. As Britnee began moaning and grinding into her, Tina slipped a finger up her tight hole and rubbed her spot. She clamped her lips firmly around Britnee’s clit and sucked hard causing the blonde to tremble and shake. Britnee grabbed the back of the chair for balance and began banging her pelvis hard against Tina’s face!

‘Damn, Girl! You makin’ me cum quick!’ Britnee cried as her pussy sucked on the invading finger and her body began to tense.

Tina sucked even harder on the vibrating clit in her mouth and swirled her tongue over it. Lara was moaning louder and louder as she fed her dripping snatch to Nomi who, sucked up every drop and licked her with abandon! All four girls were dripping with sweat under the cloudless sky, their bodies glistening in the hot sun as they satiated their lesbian lusts!

When Tina slipped a finger up Britnee’s tight asshole, the young girl exploded!

“AAAHHHH FFFUCCCCKKKKK!! CCCUUUUUUMMMMMMMIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGG!! You dirty Bitch!! You making me cum all over your face! AAAIIIIEEEEEE!!”

Britnee squirted all over Tina’s face as a huge orgasm racked her body! She twitched and convulsed violently over the black beauty, screaming with each throbbing pulse of her cunt! She came so hard, she lost her footing and collapsed on top of Tina who, kept on eating her cunt and finger banging her twitching holes! It was too much for the blonde goddess and she wailed as another orgasm ripped through her!

Lara came seconds later. She sank her full weight onto Nomi’s face and cried as she flooded the latin girl’s mouth with girl goo! Nomi exploded as well and the two sex-crazed girls rocked and humped as their orgasms overwhelmed them!

“Shit Shit SHITTT!” Lara cried, her hips pumping wildly against Nomi’s face!

“MMNNHHPPHH!! MIMIM MMNNRRRPPHHLLL” Nomi screamed into Lara’s pussy!

For what seemed like hours, the four girls moaned and sobbed and humped and came! And came again. And again! Finally, after more orgasms then any of them could count, the cum drenched sluts calmed down and separated, each girl heaving for breath and caressing each other and themselves.

“So…, “Tina began, kissing Britnee as they cuddled. “Do we pass the audition?”