Aylar: Ocak 2023

I still don’t know why I do it. But I do it.

There’s that song about goin’ back to New Orleans, and a ball and chain…

In my case, there’s two balls, and it’s not exactly a chain… but it is hard.

I get out of the car and look around, like I expect someone to recognize me. No matter how many times I do this, there’s still that tinge of shame, that fear of discovery, like I’m doing something naughty, something wrong, like someone’s going to know…

I’m a cocksucker.

I enter the arcade. This one has two sides, one is a big open room with a dozen tattered couches and a porn video continuously playing on a big screen. The room could be empty, or have several men disinterestedly watching the videos, or engaged in various sex acts for everyone to see.

But today I’m here, drawn to the other side. I can feel my hands shaking.

I’m here for the glory holes.

I pick a booth, more or less at random, but it’s the first one that’s free, and it doesn’t go un-noticed in my mind that the adjacent booth is occupied.

I enter and latch the door behind me. Again, with the fear of discovery. I go to sit in the chair, a hard, plastic affair firmly bolted to the floor, and I fumble with my money. The signs all threaten to kick you out if you’re not playing a video, so I clumsily try to stuff a dollar in the slot. It won’t go and I’m frustrated. Is the machine broken or is it my trembling fingers?

Then I see it, out of the corner of my eye. It’s already happening. I hadn’t been in there for 10 seconds, and I wasn’t ready.

To my left, a cock is coming through the hole in the wall, and the adrenaline surges in my body. I think I dropped my dollar, I’m not sure if I put my wallet in my pocket or not, and even though I’m still getting adjusted in the seat, I’m now sliding to my knees as fast as I can in the dark confines of my little cell.

I reach out to touch it, out of fear that if I don’t touch it fast enough, it will disappear, retreating back through the hole and out of my life – and right now that penis is what I live for.

In the dim light, I can see it’s a decent cock, curving to the owner’s left. It’s circumcised, and roughly five inches long, about as long as my woody, but as my hand comes into contact with it I’m in for a surprise. It’s totally flaccid.

My hand lines it up, and now that I’ve hastily assumed the position of glory, on my knees, I guide the cock almanbahis to my mouth. I’m too hungry and flustered to savor the moment, and I open widely and take the head right onto my waiting tongue.

Another surge of adrenaline hits as I’m assaulted by all the sensations – there are so many of them. The softness of his meat as I first close my mouth around it. The smell, mostly of a fresh shower and soap, but that wonderful underlying masculine smell that never completely goes away. The moan I hear from the opposing booth as the warmth of my mouth sends shivers up his spine. The involuntary flex of his hips as he struggles to get more of his cock into my mouth. The soft creak of the plywood wall as it protests against my man as he feeds me the silky flesh of his soft cock. All so glorious.

I pause for a moment, partly to get adjusted on the floor, and partly to revel in the moment. Then I feel it, his entire cock pulses ever so lightly in my mouth, and the tip slides just a tiny bit, extending itself deeper in my mouth.

He’s getting hard.

I really just want to enjoy feeling of his manhood swelling to full erection, but I get barely one second of that. His cockhead, still growing in my mouth, is shoved a bit deeper by a thrust of his hips, forceful and intentional, as if he’s telling me “Get to work” – So I do.

I run my tongue across the underside of his growing member, and it surges again in my mouth, the curve of his lengthening shaft thrusting it into the right of my cheeks. I adapt my stance before him to accommodate the shape and bend of his member, and I begin to service him.

I pull back, applying suction and start work on him. I keep my tongue moving and change styles, sometimes turning my head to get a swirling effect, sometimes just bobbing up and down on his cock.

It doesn’t take too long for him to become fully erect. His cock isn’t massive, but it’s considerably longer than mine and big enough around that I have trouble breathing when he’s fully lodged in my throat.

I work him for a while, I really can’t tell how long. I’m lost in a fog of sucking cock, to the point where nothing else matters. I’m having trouble breathing, I don’t care. My knees hurt, I don’t care. I adjust myself against the wall and hold still for a moment, and he takes the cue and starts thrusting in and out, face fucking me through the thin plywood, which creaks more than my knees and moans almost almanbahis yeni giriş as loud as my man.

He’s really enjoying this. His cock, already long and hard in my mouth, starts to swell larger in diameter, and I’m hoping he’ll cum soon – not so much because I’m tired… but because I want him to cum… no…I want his cum. Ineed his cum.

Just as I’m thinking I’m about to get a hot lunch, he pulls his cock out of my mouth, and as I look down I see the tip retreating into the darkness of the adjacent booth. Was I not good enough?

Soon his fingers are at the hole, beckoning me in that manner that I’ve used in the past. I know what he wants and a surge of fear strikes me. When his cock started to surge and I thought he was about to cum, my own modest pecker had started to swell, but only a bit. His fingers gestured again, this time more insistently.

I rose and unzipped, my semi-hard cock clearing my fly, but not by a lot. I was wrong, I was not even as big as he was soft. His fingers gestured once more, and I pushed what I had through the hole.

His lips, warm and sure, wrapped around me and I was in heaven. Quickly I hardened to my max, and my unit, maybe all five inches of it, was receiving blissful suction from the anonymous man on the other side of the wall.

I moaned and flexed, not just to show my appreciation, but because he was good. Damn good. I wasn’t going to last a whole lot longer, and I pressed against the wall in anticipation of shooting my load.

He stopped sucking, suddenly releasing my dick with a wet, squishy plopping noise, leaving me protruding what little I had into the space of his booth. After a moment, I figured it was my turn again and I withdrew.

I was relieved to see his cock snake through the hole again, and a bit confused that his erection had completely diminished. He was totally soft again.

I hurried back down to my knees, but before taking his cock back into my mouth, I wrapped my fingers around the base of his shaft, milking it toward the tip. I was rewarded by seeing a large, clear stream of precum slither forth from his piss slit. Without thinking, I rushed my tongue forward to catch it before it fell to the filthy floor of the booth. There was almost no taste to the fluid, a bit of sweetness and a warmth and thickness that was indescribably satisfying.

I milked his hardening shaft again, this time wrapping my lips around the almanbahis giriş tip of his cockhead, where I was again rewarded by another small stream of the precious fluid. He moaned as I did that, and the second stream of fluid had more flavor to it, a tangy and less sweet flavor – a promise of things to cum that fired my hunger. I dove on his cock, engulfing it as if I was starving and it held the only nourishment I’d ever get. He moaned, and bucked against the wall, and I briefly wondered if it would hold or if he’d come crashing through it cock first.

The wall held, and he quickly hardened to full glory. I sucked like a madman, losing all track of time. It was just his cock and my hunger, and the two of us fed each other in a frenzy of spit, lust, and desire.

His shaft began to swell again, and I increased my effort hoping he would not retreat again, taking his precious penis and that sperm I now craved back onto his side of the wall. Again and again, I took as much of his cock as deep as possible, tonguing, licking, sucking, slurping. My fingers reached up to cradle his balls, now sticking through the hole. They were fleshy and heavy, as if they were full of seed. I cupped them in my hands and hoped he’d unload soon. I took him as deeply as I could, gagging as his thickening shaft invaded my throat.

With a howl coming from his cubicle, he crashed against the thin wall, and I felt his cock leap and pulse in my throat. I feel the first blasts of his orgasm, as his jetting seed exited his cock. Afraid I was going to miss the full experience, I began to pull back, and he continued to unload, now filling the back of my mouth, and my senses were suddenly overwhelmed by the sharp, bitter flavor of his seed.

He bucked and surged against the wall, sloshing his sperm around in my mouth as his orgasm continued. Soon his cock was pulsing, shooting the last few surges of jizz, which I dutifully accepted. I had no idea how much he shot, but I could tell there was a good bit of cum in my mouth, and when he finally withdrew that magnificent cock to the other side of the wall, I showed him my open mouth with his batter. He grunted, and I swallowed hungrily, noisily licking my lips.

Before I could get react, I heard his zipper and the fumbling with the bolt on the door. I looked through the hole, and saw his back as he exited the booth. I said “thank you” through the hole, but I’m not sure he heard. Before I could get up, I heard the ding-dong of the security bell, and I knew he’d left the building, drained, and hopefully satisfied.

Although I’d never seen much more of him than his cock, that’s fine.

I just hope I’ll see that cock again.

When you work in a school long enough, or just around kids in general, you learn a lot about bullies. Most people think they understand bullies. They think all bullies come from abusive homes, are cowards, and will immediately back down when you stand up to them. A lot of times, those things are true. But as I’ve said previously, some bullies act that way, not out of rage at their home life, or because their parents don’t love them, or any other reason except this: they are mean as hell and enjoy tormenting other people.

Brandon was that sort of bully. He just enjoyed it.

Another key thing you learn about bullies, especially if, like me, you used to be an assistant principal: they never act alone. Bullies find each other, and quickly. A bully always has friends, hangers-on, a posse, a crew; like remoras attached to a shark, they go everywhere their leader goes, acting as his assistants, backup, cheering section, and audience. No matter how cruel a bully’s behavior towards his victim, it’s always amplified by an order of magnitude when there is an audience.

And they make sure there is always an audience.

I was kneeling on the floor of my apartment, naked, licking the sweat off Brandon’s feet. He was sitting on what I guess used to be my couch (since he’d just taken over my apartment and made it his) making phone calls.

“Yo, dude! Yeah, you get that vid I sent you? Yeah, I know right! Yeah for real, man. No, I’m not shitting you at all. What you don’t believe me? Hold on a minute.”

Brandon pushed his toes deeper into my mouth. “Look at me faggot,” he ordered. I looked up at him, my mouth bulging as he forced his sweaty toes into my mouth. He clicked a picture of me sucking on his foot. “Fucking perfect,” he grinned, then started texting.

“Check your messages, dude. You get it?” Brandon let out a guffaw. “Yeah, I’m telling you dude. Seriously. Sure, bring some beer with you. OK I’ll text you the address. Later.”

I heard Brandon texting again, and a minute or two later, his phone rang.

“Sup man? Yeah, you like that, huh? Figured you would. You always hated that fucker. Totally, man, all you want. Yeah, man, let’s do it! I’ll text you the address. See ya!”

Brandon hung up, and looked down at me, where I was licking the soles of his feet. “Getting to be about dinner time, fuckboy. Get your ass in the kitchen and make me something to eat.” He picked up the remote and started flipping through the TV channels while I went into the kitchen to prepare him some food.

There wasn’t much in the house to cook, so I made Brandon a sandwich and brought it to him. He ordered me back to the floor, this time massaging his big feet while he watched TV. About an hour later, Brandon got a text on his phone. After reading it, he unzipped his pants and hauled out his big cock.

“Get my dick in your mouth, cocksucker. Nurse on it for a while,” he ordered.

I moved up to his lap. I took his soft cock in my mouth and began to gently suck it. It quickly started growing in my mouth, the big cockhead filling my mouth. In less than a minute, Brandon was fully hard, filling my mouth completely.

Brandon put his hand on my head, not forcing his cock down my throat, but holding me on his cock so I couldn’t pull off if it. As if I would dare try. I didn’t want him rattling my teeth with another backhand slap for taking his cock out of my mouth without permission, like he had the first time I sucked him.

Then I heard the front door open.

“Holy shit! You weren’t fucking joking man!” I heard a voice say.

I think I squealed from shock. I couldn’t believe someone was seeing me like this, completely naked, with Brandon’s huge cock in my mouth. I jerked back, trying to remove his club-like dick from my throat where he had it securely buried, in a vain attempt to preserve what little dignity I had left. Brandon anticipated this, though, which was why he had a secure grip on my head, his fingers intertwined with my hair to prevent me from getting away. I struggled and continued to make noise, so Brandon shoved my face down further on his cock and flexed it in my throat. Meanwhile, he was casually talking to the person behind me.

“Dude, I told you so! You think I was lying? Shit, we’re gonna have some fun tonight! Put that beer in the fridge and make yourself at home, ” Brandon said.

Not only was he exposing me as his personal cocksucker, but he was inviting other people into what was once my home. He really did think he owned the place…and me.

I heard the stranger moving around behind me in the kitchen, then coming back into the living room. He apparently handed Brandon a beer, because I heard him open it with one hand while his other hand was moving my head up and down on his cock. Brandon took a swig on the beer, then pulled my head up so that just the tip of his cock was inside my mouth. He turned my head to the side a bit, so I could finally see who else was in the apartment.

My almanbahis heart sank. It was Jesse Reese. Another former student of mine, and one of Brandon’s “crew”. Jesse was the same age as Brandon, but about six inches taller, standing about 6’3″. He was built thick — not fat, not overly muscular, just big. He developed early, as I recall, which had made it easy for him to intimidate the other kids with sheer size alone. He had brown hair buzzed nearly to his scalp, and a beard running along his jawline. He looked like he’d just gotten off work, as he was wearing a work shirt with his name on it, stained blue work pants, and black, steel-toed work boots.

Brandon was always mean, but with Jesse standing behind him, he was bold, too, since between the two of them they were pretty much able to handle anyone who tried to stand up to their harassment. Jesse was always more of a follower, but still managed to get into plenty of trouble, both due to Brandon’s influence and his own quick temper.

My life had just gotten so much worse. In that moment, not only was I exposed physically, but Brandon was showing me off to his buddy, a young man I used to teach and discipline, as the cocksucker he had turned me into against my will. My weakness as a man was on display, and I felt part of me die inside.

“Yo, faggot!” Brandon said, wiggling my head a bit while forcing me to look at Jesse and keep his cock in my mouth at the same time. “You remember my buddy, Jesse, don’t ya? Yeah, I’m sure you do, bitch. More important, he remembers you!” Brandon laughed.

“Oh yeah,” Jesse said, grinning. “Mr. Anderson and me know each other, don’t we? Should have known he was a cock smoker way back then.” Jesse opened his beer and sat down on the other end of the couch.

Just then, I heard the door open again, and Brandon and Jesse greeted another guest. Brandon shoved my head down on his cock as soon as he felt me trying to flee again. This was getting awful! How many people were going to see me like this? What were they going to do to me?

Once again, Brandon pulled my head up and turned it sideways, with just the knob of his cock filling my mouth. If I thought the arrival of Jesse was bad, this new person was even worse.

Travis Echols was standing in front of me, smirking at me as I knelt with my mouth stretched around Brandon’s thick cock. Even worse, he was taking a picture of me!

I had forgotten the Brandon used to run around with Travis. Brandon was a bully, while Jesse was a hothead that helped Brandon bully people. Travis, however, was a real menace. He was almost constantly in trouble for something, and oftentimes in trouble with the law as well. Like Brandon, he was just plain mean, and seemed to get real joy out of bullying and hurting other kids. From the looks of him, I doubted that had changed much as he got older. He never graduated. He left school in his senior year right before we expelled him for selling dope on school grounds. I heard he’d been in and out jail, the result of his numerous run-ins with the law.

Unlike Brandon and Jesse, Travis looked mean. There was something about him that always reminded me of a snake, even when he was a teenager. He was smaller than Brandon and Jesse. He only stood about 5’8″, and had a thin, wiry build, with lean, defined muscles and very little body fat. He looked like he’d grown up poor and never got enough to eat. His arms were decorated with tattoos, some of which looked like he may have gotten then in jail. His brown hair was shaggy and slightly curly, like he hadn’t had a haircut in a while, and he was wearing a baseball cap backwards to keep it out of his eyes. His shirt and jeans were old with rips, not in a fashionable way, but more in a “poor and this is all I have” kind of way. Ever the skater punk, he was wearing an old, ragged, and very dirty pair of black and white Vans.

Travis stood there, glaring at me with an evil look in his green eyes. I was scared of Brandon and Jesse, since I knew they liked violence. But Travis absolutely terrified me. There was no telling what he would do at any given time under the best of circumstances. Naked, on my knees with a cock in my throat, confronted by former students that hated me — these were clearly not the ‘best of circumstances.’ As I saw Travis staring at me with that evil look, I thought I was going to piss myself with fear. How had it ever gotten this far? How had I fallen to this low point?

Brandon shoved my head back down on his cock, giving me no choice but to swallow him. He relaxed a bit, allowing me to suck him without having my face fucked, but keeping his hand on my head the whole time so I couldn’t escape. At that point, I would have run into the street naked if I had the chance.

While I was sucking him, Brandon was regaling his buddies with the story of my downfall, telling them about how he’d forced me to lick his boots, and how events progressed from there. They laughed when he told them about raping almanbahis giriş my ass over the desk and guffawed even louder when he described how I’d cum from him flicking my dick. I could hear him telling them to go check out the bedroom, and describing how he had taken my keys, made a copy for himself, then just moved in. They asked him about his wife, Amber, and he told them the story of his breakup, referring to her as “that cunt” over and over. Apparently, it was an unhappy marriage and had been for a while. She’d finally had enough of Brandon and demanded he move out, which was fine by him. That’s how he ended up in my apartment.

Lucky me.

The whole time this conversation was going on, Brandon was holding my head on his massive cock, talking with his buds like it was the most natural thing in the world. As the conversation began to wind down, Brandon pulled my head off his rigid cock.

“Get up, bitch. Let my buddies see you for what you are, fag.”

I stood up, and immediately covered my genitals with my hands. I couldn’t even look at the three of them: my humiliation was too deep. It went beyond body shame or embarrassment at being seen sucking Brandon’s cock; it was also because I had been an authority figure to these young men for a number of years. I’d been in charge of them, and now I was reduced to this, a cocksucker groveling in front of his younger, bully boss.

“Move those hands, asswipe,” Brandon ordered. “Let the guys see that little nub between your legs.”

Slowly, I moved my hands to my side, exposing myself fully to my tormentors. Being seen nude like this was degrading enough; to make it worse, though, my dick was fully erect and dripping precum, the result, apparently, of having Brandon’s cock in my mouth. It seemed he was truly transforming me from a respectable straight man into his personal fag, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

“That’s fucking hilarious!” Jesse laughed, looking at my dick. “Hey, fuckhead, you’re dripping shit on the floor. Better lick that up.”

I sighed, then got down on the floor and licked up the spots of my precum that had dripped off my dick.

“There’s better uses for the fag’s tongue,” Travis drawled. “Crawl over here, bitch, and clean my shoes off.”

I didn’t want to. I was terrified of Travis. I was utterly vulnerable right now, and I knew he was exactly the type who would exploit that in ways I would regret. I hesitated in place, trying to decide what to do.

“Don’t make me tell you again, cocksucker,” Travis said coldly.

I was in some sort of brain lock. My entire body was paralyzed from a combination of fear, humiliation, and confusion. I couldn’t fight back, and I couldn’t comply.

“I know what this fucker needs,” Travis said, getting up from his chair and walking to the bedroom. I glanced over at Brandon and Jesse, both of whom were grinning these evil grins, like they knew things were about to completely go to shit for me and couldn’t wait for it to happen.

Travis came back from the bedroom holding an old wire hanger he’d found in the closet. He bent it out into a long oval as he walked behind me towards the kitchen. Suddenly, he turned, and I heard the hanger whistling through the air a spit second before it bit into the flesh of my ass, sending pain radiating through the lower half of my body. I’d never felt anything like it. The pain was concentrated into such a small area, it felt as if he’d cut into my flesh. I let out a scream, which only seemed to excite Travis, as he hit me four more times in quick succession with the hanger. Jesse and Brandon were hooting and laughing at me screaming and trying desperately to get away from Travis’ blows, or at least block them. Travis was too quick, however, and landed a number of blows on my ass, thighs and sides as I frantically tried to avoid them. Every time I’d turn or try to crawl away, Travis was there before me, whacking me with the hanger. I tried to stand up, but he reached out with his foot and shoved me back down on the floor.

The only way I could think to avoid being hit any further was to advance on Travis and do what he wanted. I quickly crawled to his feet and began frantically licking his dirty Vans, hoping and praying he would stop beating me. My skin was on fire, and I was sure he’d raised huge welts on my ass. As soon as I started licking his shoes, Travis stopped hitting me. He allowed me to lick his shoes for a moment, then slowly started walking back towards his chair. As soon as he stepped away and I stopped licking, he whipped me with the coat hanger again, so I started crawling as he walked, doing my best to keep my tongue in constant contact with his shoes.

Travis sat back down, and I dared to risk a glance at him. He had a very self-satisfied grin on his face as he watched me cleaning his very dirty shoes. They were old, and even had a few holes in the sides. I don’t think they’d ever been cleaned, because they smelled of grime and old almanbahis yeni giriş foot odor. They were nasty, far nastier than Brandon’s boots. I loathed the thought of where they had been, and what type of nastiness I was being forced to clean with my tongue. Travis lifted his foot, placing the sole of his shoe right against my tongue. I knew I had no choice but to clean the tread and eat the dirt from the bottom of his skater shoes.

“Damn, Brandon, you were right. This fag does respond well with a little discipline. Seems to me like he needs a lot of it,” Travis said.

“Hell, yeah, I can do some of that,” Jesse replied, standing up. I heard his unbuckling his belt. Next thing I knew, I felt Jesse’s belt crash into my ass and I screamed into the bottom of Travis’ shoe. “Crawl back over to the couch, cocksucker,” Jesse ordered, hitting my ass again.

“Yes, Sir! Please, Sir! Please don’t hit me anymore!” I begged, crawling to the couch as fast as I could.

“Sir? Fuck yeah, I like that!” Jesse laughed. “About time someone showed me some fucking respect!” He hit my ass once more with the belt, then stood in front of me and ordered me to lick his boots.

I don’t know what he did for a living; something automotive would be my guess. His boots were filthy, covered in work grime and dirt. I could feel it coating my tongue as soon as I started licking his heavy, steel-toed work boots. Jesse was a big man with big feet, so there was a lot of area I had to lick.

“Been a long day, fag. I think you better pull my boots off and lick my feet, too. Show us what a nasty little bitch you are,” Jesse ordered, taking a seat on the couch. I untied his boots, then pulled them off, followed by his work socks. I could smell the sweat on his huge feet. As with Brandon, I hated the idea of licking his sweaty feet, but feared his wrath and belt even more, so I stuck out my tongue and started licking them and sucking his toes.

While I was tongue swabbing Jesse’s feet, the three men started discussing sports, as if abusing and using another person was the most natural thing in the world for them. After I’d sucked each of Jesse’s toes and cleaned between each of them with my tongue, I heard Brandon taking off his belt behind me. I knew what was coming at that point, but I was powerless to stop it.

As I was bent over with my mouth on Jesse’s feet, my ass was raised in the air, making an inviting and easy target for Brandon’s belt. I don’t know if he took aim or if it was just a lucky shot, but when he swung the belt, he hit me right on my taint, the edges of the belt clipping both my asshole and the top of my balls. It felt like a lightning bolt shot through my body. I collapsed, Jesse’s toes still in my mouth. The pain was so intense that all I could do was lie there and groan around Jesse’s foot while the three of them laughed their asses off. Jesse high-fived Brandon, congratulating him on such a good shot. That’s what gave them the idea for what they called the faggot race.

Once I recovered enough to move, Brandon walked to the entrance to the kitchen, and ordered me to crawl to him. I slowly crawled over and began automatically licking his bare feet. Meanwhile Jesse and Travis took up positions in the far corners of the room.

“Crawl over to Jesse, fuckhole,” Brandon ordered. When I turned, I realized Jesse had moved. As I was trying to locate him, Brandon brought his belt down on my already welted ass. I yelped and crawled away as fast as I could towards Jesse, with Brandon following me, whipping me with his belt. When I reached Jesse, I started licking his bare feet again. He allowed me to continue for a moment.

“Travis next,” he said. I turned to crawl to Travis, as Jesse gleefully brought his belt down on the back of my thighs, eliciting a scream from me as I crawled faster towards Travis, eagerly licking his Vans as soon as I could to avoid any more blows from Jesse’s belt. Travis quickly moved his foot away.

“Back to Jesse, cunt,” he sneered, then brought the hanger down on my ass crack, hard. He was smaller and less muscular than Jesse or Brandon but seemed to hit just as hard. The hanger was also a whole different level of agony than the belts, which were bad enough. I crawled as fast as I could, but not before Travis got in several more blows.

The game went on for a while. When I was busy licking the feet of one of them, the other two would change positions, making it harder for me to find the one I was ordered to crawl to, allowing them more blows along the way. They even came up with a point system, where any blow that hit my balls or asshole got extra points. It wasn’t long before I was literally in tears from the pain, the humiliation, and the exhaustion of having to constantly crawl back and forth across the room. The three men, on the other hand, were apparently having a blast, bragging to one another about especially vicious blows. At one point, it even looked like Travis was recording the whole thing on his phone. I’d lost all sense of self-consciousness at that point, crawling slack jawed and crying from man to man across the room. I was now obeying without thought, mentally trapped in a primitive state of pain avoidance.

Let’s face it, train journeys aren’t usually a lot of fun. Unless you’re on the Orient Express, and John was definitely not on the Orient Express. It was long and drab, and he was on his own, so there wasn’t much to do but read the paper or work. He figured he worked enough the rest of the week, so he’d focused on the paper which he had now read pretty much cover to cover.The train pulled into a station for one of its few stops and, as happens on trains, people got off and people got on. He’d been very lucky in that he’d had his 4 seated table all to himself but each station brought the worry that someone would sit at ‘his’ table as he liked to think of it and spoil his quiet enjoyment of his boredom. Of course, if that someone was young, female, pretty, short skirt, tight revealing top, etcetera, then that would be more than acceptable but he thought the chance of that happening was slim. More than likely it would be someone male, middle aged, plain and uninteresting. In fact someone like him, he thought, slightly amused by the concept he didn’t want to share a table with someone like himself  His interest was piqued when four young people got on and sat at the table across from his. Two boys and two girls all in their late teens or early twenties by the look of them. Perhaps the boys were a little older than the girls but he couldn’t be sure. One of the girls istanbul travesti was very petite in a sexy way whilst the other girl was bigger but still pretty and slim but a little bustier. It was hard to say but he thought they were friends rather than couples or siblings.The girls were dressed to please the eye and he tried to have a good look at them and appreciate what they had on show without making it too obvious. The bigger girl had this pair of incredibly short, tight shorts that barely covered her cheeks and showed her bottom off to perfection.  She had a cropped top on that was only just decent and was equally tight and flattering. The whole outfit left little to the imagination, not least because her firm breasts looked to be unsupported by a bra. The aim was clearly to reveal as much as possible whilst staying just on the right side of public decency. To be fair to the girl, she had the figure for it and there wouldn’t be many men complaining!The other girl had a short flared skirt on and a loose blouse that hung off her gorgeous little tits. If John stared hard enough he was sure he could see her nipples making their impression. He could see why most men might prefer the girl in shorts but John favoured the petite girl. She had lovely slim legs a nice figure and he just loved her small pert boobies. She also had a coquettish grin that intrigued travesti istanbul him and he was convinced she was naughtier than her innocent, youthful appearance.The four of them were clearly good friends and seemed very comfortable in each other’s company. They appeared to be playing cards that may or may not have been linked to a dare game of one kind or another. It took a bit of time for John to realise fully what was happening but they were clearly doing increasingly outlandish things. John’s attention was grabbed first when the girl in shorts shouted out, at the top of her voice, “Fucking hell!” This was followed by giggles amongst the four of them as heads turned in the rest of the carriage.Some laughter and red faces followed phone calls that were probably pranks and these were interspersed with card playing and hushed conversations behind hands. As the train slowed through a busy station that the train wasn’t due to stop at the bigger girl, sat at the window seat, turned to face out, and lifted her little crop top to expose her breasts to the bemused bystanders on the platform. John was open mouthed. He’d never before wanted to be at two places simultaneously. He wanted to be on the train to see how things developed with this game they were playing, but he seriously wanted to be stood on the platform to see what she was showing off through the train window. istanbul travestileri There would be several men fucking their wives tonight with eyes closed and an image in their minds of those young titties.His little erection was pressing against his trousers and although he was quite small it would still show as a little tent if he stood up. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat to try and hide it in case anyone walking past noticed. As he was doing this he couldn’t help but notice one of the boys behaving strangely. Most of the dares, certainly the ones John had noticed, had been carried out by the girls but this looked suspiciously like one of the boys was about to get involved in the game.It was difficult to see because the boy had made it difficult, but John thought one of them was playing with himself under the table. The boy was hunched forward and his right hand was moving rapidly down below. John was disturbed by the noise of the buffet trolley making its way down the carriage and he thought the youngster better sort himself out soon or the buxom older lady pushing the trolley would catch him at it. John was taken by surprise when the lad stood up and swiftly marched off down the carriage in the direction of the trolley. As he did so, John could not help but notice that the boy was sporting an absolutely huge hardon. This anaconda like shape in his left trouser leg protruded part way down his thigh and looked like it was fighting to get out.He was striding rapidly towards the trolley and as the lady saw him approach she stared openly at his bulge which must have been very very obvious.

I met my masseuse through an advertisement on craigslist. The ad was very basic but it was what it didn’t say that intrigued me. A lot of the ads referred to sensual massage, happy endings etc but hers was straight to the point regarding good massage services, waxing and other treatments. For whatever reason it intrigued me. I am an older guy, in decent shape and I was simply seeking a massage therapist who could provide sensual massage services on a regular basis. I had tried several and for various reasons they did not capture my attention. So I called and made an appointment. Details were limited on the phone which suited me fine as I hadn’t expected to hear a lot about any extras that could be offered. I made my appointment for early afternoon and showed up slightly early. I texted travesti istanbul her to make sure that I wouldn’t be intruding on a departing customer. She indicated that it was okay to come on in. At this point I still didn’t have a name or even know what she looked like. My cock had become tumescent in anticipation of our meeting. Her voice was sexy, very sexy. She had her business set up in a private house on a quiet street so I followed her instructions to the address, parked and knocked at the door. The inner door opened and I could see a slim figure with long hair coming to the outer door. She was very sexy and I could feel my cock stirring. She greeted me with a beautiful wide smile and offered her hand, introducing herself as Mary-Angel. She had long red hair, beautiful istanbul travestileri skin and a radiant smile. A tight fitting top accentuated her beautiful rounded breasts and her nipples were poking through nicely. She had on shorts which displayed her long legs down to her pretty bare feet with a nice bright red toenail polish. She watched me checking her out.. She smiled and in a sexy French accent asked if I would like to come in; she would be ready for my massage in a few minutes as she was preparing the table. She asked me to come with her downstairs where the table was. The room was lit with candles and soft music was playing. She pointed out the shower and bathroom and said she would be back in a few minutes. I quickly disrobed and took a shower to wash the day istanbul travesti off me and clean myself for the sexy massuse. I lay down on the table and she came down the stairs in a white top and white pants and pretty bare feet. She smiled at me and asked me how I had found her, was it a reference, or ad? I told her about the ad and asked about her services as the ad wasn’t really clear. She nodded and said she did waxing, manicures and massage and had been doing so for several years but only recently had she set up her workspace. I asked her what type of massages she offered she told me $60 for 45 minutes or $80 for an hour. With the hour she would be nude and would provide hand release. In addition I could enjoy touching her. The 45 minute massage was just a massage. What to choose? Of course I asked for the one hour massage! She smiled and stepped back a pace. I rolled over to see her clearly as she slowly undressed. Taking the top off revealed beautiful C cup breasts in a sexy bra, which she removed and her beautiful tits were on display.

The portal made a hell of a racket as it opened and he stepped through. He immediately stuck his bony hand down into the pocket of his coat and pulled up his cigarette pack and like so many times before stuck the cigarette between his teeth and lit it in a quick motion. A strong inhale made sure the end was lit, and the lovely nicotine went into his mouth and down. He took the cigarette out of his mouth and held it up and looked at it.“Still can’t figure out how I make this work,” he muttered to himself.He walked down the hallway and into the office complex where he had his workstation and office. Julie was sitting at the front desk as always. He doubted she ever left.“Hi, Bill and welcome back. How was your holiday?” He really didn’t like Julie.“It was fucking amazing. Didn’t see a single soul the entire trip. Can you imagine? Not a single soul for a looong time. Guess that’s what heaven must be like.” Then again, he didn’t really like anyone.“I’m glad your back. Things have been going a bit slow since you were gone. You know Harry, the new guy? He’s still learning the ropes, so we’re a bit congested on the list.” Bill sighed and shook his head.“Great. Right back from my vacation and I get to deal with the slack left behind by a fucking newbie. Wonderful.” He headed straight for the corridor that led to his office, “I assume the list and everything is in my office?”“As it should be, Bill.”“Thanks, Julie.” He surprised himself and Julie by saying thanks. He must have been in a good mood. He was pretty sure that was about to change now.He stepped into his office and saw the huge pile of files on his desk. Whatever good mood had been there when he got to work was instantly gone. Bill looked at the desk and picked up the stack of files and put them in his briefcase that would be sent to his workstation downstairs. He took out the top one first.“Might as well just istanbul travesti get to it.” He opened the file and threw it down on his desk as he brought up his pack of cigarettes again and lit another one. Whatever smoking ban was around he couldn’t give any fewer fucks. It didn’t matter anyway.He continued skimming through the file and stopped. “Fucking Sweden? Aaaah, shit. Like it couldn’t get worse.” He picked up the file and walked over to grab his work tool and then opened a new portal through the wall. “Fucking Sweden. Had to be fucking Sweden. Of course, it had to be.” He stepped through the portal and wandered off to his first job after the holiday.———————————————————Malin woke up with a massive headache. She wondered if she had been drinking way too heavily last night. She was still in the field where they had been partying the night before, so she figured at some point she must have just passed out.Next to her was the broken Maypole that they had erected a few nights before. Her long blonde hair was a right mess as she brushed it away to get a clear view of the situation with her bright blue eyes. Bottles and cans were lying around in the grass, not unexpected, but other than that it seemed abandoned. What kind of friends did she have that just left her like this? She leaned up a bit, resting on her left hand and groaning as she felt another wave of pain rush through her head.“Ah God, you’re finally here. Then we can get going. Come on. Chop chop.” Malin blinked multiple times, trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. Not to mention who that voice was, and why didn’t he help her? She heard the familiar sound of a lighter being flicked and what was probably a cigarette being lit. Malin wasn’t a smoker herself, but several of her friends were so she knew the sound all too well.“Who are istanbul travestileri you?” She managed to stutter out as she slowly raised herself up into a sitting position. Her head was still pounding, and she noticed her thin white dress was covered in grass. It had slid up halfway up to her thigh, and she had a moment of hangover anxiety as she figured how easily it would have been for someone to get a nice look at her panties while she was knocked out.“I’m Bill. I’m here to take you away. Now get off your ass and let’s get moving. Got lots of work to do.”Malin slowly began looking around and finally spotted Bill. It was a frightful sight. A few meters away from her stood a figure wearing a black cloak. The cloak was covering the figure from head to toe, a large hood covering the head. There seemed to be a sort of darkness around the figure because she was unable to see its face. What really terrified her were the hands. The scythe in his right hand might have been scary enough, the cigarette in his left not so much, but his hands were pure bone. There was no flesh or anything, just bones.Malin let out a scream of sheer terror and started pushing herself away from him, still sitting on the ground and not being able to get up on her feet. She stopped as she met a branchy obstacle behind her. All her instincts told her to turn around and climb over, but she couldn’t. Her legs were unwilling to listen, and her arms felt as if they were chained to the ground.“Always the same reaction. Not a single time do I get one of the sensible ones that see me and go, “Right, okay. That’s enough. I always get the idiots.”Bill walked closer to Malin and stood about a meter away from her. “Come on. Up you go. Time waits for no drunken sluts.”“Who… are you? And what… happened?” Malin barely managed to mutter the words.“You’re dead, not deaf. Maybe your brain travesti istanbul capacity is minimal, but not deaf. I told you I’m Bill. As for what happened… remember what you were up to last night?”—————————————————————–Malin stumbled across the field swinging a quarter filled bottle of vodka in her hand. She had made two mistakes that night. One was going on to the wrong bus and reaching the wrong town. The second was that it wasn’t Midsummer’s Eve until tomorrow and everyone was busy at home prepping for tomorrow.The only thing available to her was this bottle of Vodka that wasn’t even good. It did get her drunk, so at least it did its job. Now, however, she found herself drunk and horny at the location where tomorrow’s Midsummer’s Eve celebration would happen. She looked up at the giant crossed pole and thought about how weird this phallic object had become something to dance around.With that thought, her pussy was already sold. She hadn’t been wet until now, just a bit stiff nippled and a feeling of being horny. Now, however, she was feeling wet. The thought of a cock ramming her pussy was enough to send her mind down the one-way street to masturbationville.She wanted one thing and that was a cock. But since there was no cock around, maybe a phallic object would suffice? Malin walked over to the pole and felt around it. The green oak leaves and branches made it a bit ribbed to the touch, although it was too big to insert in her pussy. It was also too coarse to place her bare pussy on. Maybe with something between it and her pussy could work.She ran her hand down under her long flowery dress and to her panties. They were probably perfect. The only issue was that there was no good way to get off on it.Suddenly her eyes caught something interesting near the tables that were put up nearby. A saw. She could cut down the pole, straddle it and then rub her now rather damp panties against it. She stumbled over and grabbed it and walked back. Her idea was fucking great! Or at least that was her perception of it. She knelt at the bottom of the pole and started using the saw.

Unlike most smart people, I tend to ignore the fact that warming up before strenuous exercise is essential for your overall good health and for best performance. I’ve always been lazy like that and until recently, I’ve been lucky. But my luck ran out playing tennis on a hot day, and during the course of stretching to make a shot, I pulled and injured some tendons in my upper thigh.I ended up assigned to physical therapy twice a week, and the first day was uneventful. My therapist, Gretchen, was very patient and compassionate considering what would have to be done to get me back to normal. Gretchen is tall, with light brown hair, usually braided down her back. Even those scrubs she wears cannot hide how toned her body is. She explained that subsequent visits would include exercises along with some manual istanbul travesti therapy on my upper thigh.No problem, right? Except that it requires direct contact with the skin to effectively manipulate the muscles and tendons. At the second therapy session, I was covered by a sheet over my lower body and had only my boxers on underneath. She told me to relax and even though I tried, the proximity of her hands to my groin made it less and less possible to avoid an erection.On the third visit, I lost control and the sheet poked up from my obvious excitement. I tried to apologize, but she was very reassuring. “Don’t feel embarrassed, Mr. Jameson, it’s perfectly natural and it happens all the time.” That didn’t help quell my embarrassment but at least I felt better about getting hard when travesti istanbul her hands grazed my ball sac.Yesterday I arrived at the office early and I tried to ignore the stupid cooking program on the television in the waiting room. I tried looking at a magazine but found myself staring at it blankly, anticipating those firm hands with wonderfully kneading fingers.Gretchen stuck her head out of the office door, as always with a polite (and beautiful) smile. “Ready, Mr. Jameson?”When we got inside, I noticed there were no other patients, when there are usually at least two and sometimes as many as four being treated. I questioned Gretchen and she said, “One of my aides is on maternity leave, one called in sick and the other is not scheduled until after lunch. Luckily you’re my only istanbul travestileri patient this morning.”The warm-up pad on my upper thigh relaxed me, and I was ready for another physical struggle of sorts. Once I had my pants off and the sheet over my lower body, Gretchen began. “Your skin is so dry, Mr. Jameson that I’ll need to put some moisturizing lotion on it so my hands won’t bruise you.” She poured some oil in one hand and reached under the sheet, starting at my knee. She used both hands, pulling, pushing and kneading the leg, working her way up my body.When she was ready to work on my upper thigh, she applied more oil to one hand, lifted the sheet and slapped her hand on my upper thigh. It didn’t hurt, but it splashed some of the oil on the crotch of my boxers. She apologized profusely and then insisted she do something else.“Slip off your underwear and I’ll put them in the oven where we warm our towels. They’ll be dry by the time we’re finished.” I already had the usual erection, and the idea of being naked worried me, but she was genuinely convincing.

‘Flight 409 to Singapore is now boarding. Passengers please proceed to gate number C57’ Sunday. 8 a.m. Another flight. He will have to cross a zillion time zones, his body will ache in places he didn’t even remember existed, he will have to overcome jetlag… Flying Washington to Singapore took more than twenty-four hours. Two stops, one in the USA and another somewhere in the Far East, depending on the lowest fare found by Greta, our middle-aged secretary, always in the quest of getting five quarters from a dollar.  He avoided the queue. At the very last minute got on board, politely greeted the Oriental-looking lady in her late sixties on the seat next to his, and took a novel from his briefcase. All the paperwork he had to deal with could wait, at least until cruise altitude reached. Unable to concentrate in the reading, unlocked his phone, opened chat application and ignored istanbul travesti all the group messages. He was about to close the app when he noticed something that wasn’t there before. (202) – 577 396684 ‘Who’s this?’ asked himself. Opened the chat window and touched the profile photo. A pretty thirty-something woman smiled at him from a white, sandy beach ‘Who IS this? Then he read the message Beek ‘Hi handsome. Going to Singapore, huh?’ He stood. Looked around and saw nothing he hadn’t seen many times. People reading, watching movies, sleeping… but saw no one with a mobile at hand. The message was from twenty minutes ago, few minutes after take-off He messaged Beek ‘Who’s Beek? Where’s Beek?’ A few seconds later came the reply ‘One question at a time ‘ He thought for a second then asked: ‘Is Beek your name?’ ‘Nickname’ she answered When he was about travesti istanbul to write again, he read on the top of the screen ‘Beek is writing’ ‘Who cares about my name? I’ve decided we could play a naughty little game. You in?’ He only managed to write ‘Ok’ ‘Drop the phone. As soon as the lights go out, we’ll talk again’  Beek (Offline) After dinner, plane’s lights went dead. The guy, as if motioned by springs took his phone. Unlocked it and waited. And waited…  Beek (Offline) Kept waiting for what seemed forever. ‘I’m being so stupid!’ He said to himself. He was going to put the phone away but instead he wrote: ‘Hey! Are lights your side of the plane still on?’ He was going to send the message but noticed Beek’s state had changed Beek (Recording audio) A couple of minutes later a voice message arrived. Took his earphones, plugged them and listened. istanbul travestileri Her tone was harsh but her velvety, luscious voice, with a slight British accent, sent an instant shock right to his thigh ‘We have plenty of time. I’ve noticed you’re sitting next to an elderly lady which makes this so much more exciting. If you do as told you’ll have a most unforgettable experience. Start by unbuttoning your fly’ – She paused as if giving him time to follow her orders. He hesitated, looked to the lady sitting next to him – fast asleep – and actioned the zipper. The sound from his pants sounded deafening but the lady made no move.She continued ‘Do you have a hard-on already? Not yet? Ok, let’s work on that, take your dick out. Now!’ she urged pausing again. His inclination for dominatrices, made her tone even more arousingHe opened his pants, lowered his boxer shorts, just enough to unleash his half-hardened prick while looking around to check if anyone was seeing him. He concealed his member with a blanket with the airline logo on it. Then she started again ‘Close your eyes. Concentrate only on my voice, but don’t touch yourself!’ 

Her tits were HUGE!!!

Her breasts were absolutely astonishing in their size, their enormity, their absolute dominance in appearance and their amazing ability to grab complete control over my attention.

I had just lost roughly five grand at the local casino. No big deal except it was five thousand dollars of a fifty-six hundred dollar paycheck I earned two days prior. So I figured perhaps I’d try my luck at seeing some eye candy at the bar across the street in this town in Arkansas I was temporarily visiting. When I say eye candy, for me that translated to mean a woman with abnormally large breasts.

If there was anything that could energize my system and assist me in forgetting my problems, it was the sight of a woman with massive breasts.

However, I should be clear in that the chances were always slim that this might happen. Yet better odds than winning at the casino I told myself.

After a short stay at the local bar just across from the casino, I decided I would drive down a few miles to the lake and check out one other hot spot before heading home. I just had an itch, if only to just gaze my eyeballs upon a pair of huge tits.

It’s now about eleven maybe a little earlier closer to ten pm. I locate a table to sit at where I can relax. This allows me to be able to observe the bar full of ladies coming and going.

“Holy Shit is that what I think it is? Wait, no way, can’t be, let me see this female and get a better look” I said to myself in a flash of excitement.

Holy hell this is a real jackpot!

The bar was rather dark with a lot going on. I happen to see that there is a table of two ladies sitting at the table to my immediate right side. These gals seem to be deeply engaged in conversation amongst themselves and totally oblivious to my presence. One lady in her 40’s was petite and looked like a female most men would consider super hot. But it’s the bigger girl whom she’s engaged with that has my eyeballs popping out of my head in this moment.

A quick note about travesti istanbul the two.

First, I was beside myself about the heavenly body on this female that I was destined to meet. While the petite woman was stylish, classy, and what most men would call pretty, the other girl fit the stereotype description of a plain looking redneck country hillbilly, wearing cowboy boots and spoke with a southern twang.

Also, Miss huge tits appeared to be fairly intoxicated by the sound of her speech and lack of coherence. She also appeared to be younger than her hot friend, I estimated about 10 years or so.

Wow, amazing, incredible is what I said to myself as I locked my sight onto this chick’s chest. These tits were mind-blowing.

Her chest was far beyond anything I’d seen in that little town over the past six months or so. Her breasts were enormous. I’m talking about true monster titties under the sleeveless denim blouse she was sporting that night. Whatever internet big breasted lady you may have seen online, I will assure you right here that she was every bit as big or bigger. Imagine seeing a woman with two watermelons in her shirt and you’ll understand what I was observing.

Although I had no idea what specific size they were, what I did know was that I was going to find out.

Just then she got up to go to the ladies room and therefore I immediately sprang out of my chair to follow her. I was so excited about her big giant watermelon tits that I had no fear in approaching her.

I instantly made decision to be direct, to be bold, and to be persistent. Here is the dialogue that took place to the best of my memory.

I approached her as she came out of the ladies room and pretended not to notice that she had the biggest boobs in the world. Looking her dead in her eye I said, “Excuse me, how are you tonight? Are you feeling ok? I noticed you stumbled a bit as you were coming out the door.”

She looked surprised yet not very enthusiastic as she mumbled something like, “Oh I guess istanbul travestileri I’m ok” while simultaneously putting her arms around my neck as to hold herself up better and immediately her tits pressed into my chest.

I noticed a ring on her finger and said, “Wow, your tits are amazing. Are you married?”

“Yeah but fuck him, so you like big tits?” She inquired in drunk-like fashion.

Now, at this point in our story, you will want to know a couple of relevant facts and these two facts are rather amusing in my opinion. The kinds of things you just can’t make up which told me I indeed hit the jackpot.

First fact, here is where I disclose that I may not have many outstanding qualities in that I’m not rich, no Porsche, not tall, don’t go to the gym, don’t tan, no formal education, and have some quirky things about my personality including a strand of autism. But I do have one clear outstanding feature and that is I possess a 9 inch penis which is not only long but quite thick and quite heavy. Not only is my penis bigger than the average porn star’s, but also worth noting that my penis is uncircumcised and quite a bit larger and far more massive than pretty much any man I know or have ever observed in my daily experience. Here is the bottom line, I am the definition of horsecock.

That being said, when she put her hands around the back of my neck like we were slow dancing, I pulled her in closer so that she could feel the size of my dick which is not only extremely large but in that moment probably 3/4 erect.

Second fact, I’m quite sure she immediately felt the size of what I was packing because she said something in her intoxicated state that I found quite funny.

“Do you have a big dick? Because I love big dicks and I will not hook up with a man who doesn’t have a huge cock.”

I’m seeing Jackpot signs going off all over my head and smiling ear to ear.

“Yes ma’am my cock is very big. I’m sure you’ll be quite satisfied when you see it.”

Up until this point istanbul travesti she had been hanging her head as if she was not able to pay attention and she talked as if she was obviously not all there. But she responded to me by insisting that she doesn’t mess with little dicks and she demands her men to have huge cocks if she’s going to cheat on her husband.

So I said, “If you want, I’ll show it to you outside or if not then give me your number and I’ll send you some pics, but if you want to see it outside then I insist that you must taste it too.”

At this point I was concerned about her friend, her current state of inebriation, and the location of her husband which I asked her about then and there.

She looked up at me as if she snapped totally sober and said, “Don’t worry about any of that, I am the boss and I do what I want. My husband’s off with his slut girlfriend anyway and my friend has to go home to her husband. I’ll meet you outside in five minutes.

Ten minutes later she comes outside to tell me that her and her girlfriend want to see my dick tonight because they don’t believe me.

With a big smile I said to her, “I tell you what here is my deal, I’m happy to unzip my pants and show you and your girlfriend my big dick, but if I do that and I prove to you that my cock will make your pussy wet, then both of you have to take off your shirt and bra, get down on your knees and blow me”

She turned around and stumbled back into the bar to get her friend.

Ten minutes later I was across the street in the lobby of the Sheraton signing for my room with both ladies sitting topless in my car. I spent 5 minutes violating the funbags of Miss married huge tits with 3 fingers in between the pussy lips of Miss married hot lady. I now knew that I was about to dominate both of these sluts with my huge cock.

We got into the room, I pulled out a bottle of vodka from the hotel in-room liquor cabinet and poured all of us a shot.

2 minutes later, I had both ladies hands tied behind their backs , down on their knees, my pants around my ankles, both women topless, and slobbering all over my moby whale dick. Everytime I yanked the ponytail of one to release my dick from their mouth, I reminded them to say thank you daddy.

To be continued…

Warning: cuckold fantasy.

Hi, my name is Zack, and this is my story.

I few years back I was on my last weeks of high school, and I had been two years together with my girlfriend Cindy. She was a pretty hot girl and also somewhat flirty and playful. I was very lucky that we both fell in love quickly and innocently as teenagers do, since I was a shy and cautious boy, without much seduction skills.

My best and oldest friend was called Jeff. He was an athletic black guy with whom I played since we were kids. When we hit puberty, he got taller and stronger than me. He started going out with girls, which I was too shy to approach, so our lifestyles started diverging a bit, but still we managed to hang out a lot.

One day we were changing in the school locker room, Jeff was next to me. With his characteristic blunt style, he asked, “So have you popped her cherry or not yet?” He knew from previous conversations that Cindy and I were both virgins.

I didn’t have any concrete plans on how to do it, but I tried to sound as manly as possible, “I’m working on it. I think it’ll be soon.” While saying this, I looked briefly to the side and accidentally saw Jeff’s hanging cock. I always tried my best not to look at other guys’ dicks or anyone seeing mine. I had started growing pubic hair a couple of years later than my mates, so back when we were in our early teens they all had some manly hair and I didn’t. That embarrassed me so I got the habit of being very prude in the locker room. Also, I didn’t want to look at other cocks and get accidentally aroused by them. Getting a hard-on in there would be a nightmare.

I’m not gay, I feel disgust at the idea of kissing a guy or having a romantic relationship with one. I find women hot. But something happens to me when I look at an erection. I’m curious how it would feel if I touch it, or even taste it. I feel an awkward admiration for the symbol of masculinity that is a hard penis.

So, I had seen Jeff’s dick and it was clearly bigger than mine when flaccid. I wonder what was his size when hard, mine is pretty much average. That night at home I fantasized about this. I imagined we were both erect and touching each other. The contrast in our skin color was kind of hot. Imagine if Jeff knew that I fantasized about touching his cock. I thought this was pretty pathetic of me and perhaps I should be more daring with Cindy, instead of thinking about men.

I few days later Jeff invited us to hang out at his place. His parents had gone out of town for their wedding anniversary, so it was only the three of us. “They’re banging each other in some nice hotel,” he told us. He received us wearing a new shirt and sneakers. He was always very particular about his style. I, on the other hand, always wore the same plain clothes. We moved to the deck in the backyard, where he grilled us some juicy steaks. We had some cold beer, although it was not much in my custom yet. I was not much of a party-goer, I had drunk alcohol a couple of times before, but never to the point of being completely drunk.

Then we moved inside, to his parent’s bedroom, which was actually really large, it had a small living-room where Jeff had left some strong drinks on the table. We started tasting all that stuff with weird names. Cindy found most disgusting, but the effect was still clearly visible on her. When we were all drunk, Jeff suggested we play something. Cindy agreed. I didn’t like party games as they make me anxious, but the decision was made. He proposed to play strip poker, the cocky bastard.

I hadn’t seen Cindy naked yet, so this didn’t sound like a very bad idea. Worst thing that could happen is that I ended up naked in front of my girlfriend and best friend. No big deal. I agreed to play and Jeff went looking for the cards. Cindy said nothing but I noticed she was mentally preparing and was a bit nervous. I tried to calm her, “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll let you win.”

Jeff came back and we played a few rounds. It was a warm summer night so we didn’t have too many clothes to start with. Soon Jeff and I were down to our underwear, and Cindy still had a short dress on her. We were sitting in couches using a low living-room table, so there was nothing to hide our bodies. My buddy was in front of me, manspreading and wearing some athletic briefs which clearly showed his bulge. I wonder what my girlfriend thought of our bodies. I was pretty skinny, and Jeff in much better shape. My body language also displayed insecurity, while he was very confident.

The alcohol kept flowing and we were laughing of any stupidity that came about. We played some more poker and it was my girl’s turn to take off her dress. It was a white dress with a pattern of cherries printed on it. I had seen her use it a couple of times, and I couldn’t help associate it with her virginity. I never asked her about it, but I’m pretty sure she used that dress to flaunt her innocence.

While she was taking it off, her legs and belly already exposed, Jeff gave me a look, pointed istanbul travesti at her and made a nod of approval. The cherry dress dropped and Cindy sat meekly, covering her bra with her arm and had her legs crossed.

Next round, again she lost and had to remove her bra. She did it discreetly so we couldn’t see her nipples. We were drooling. Then for a third time in a row she lost and had to take off her panties. I suspected Jeff was cheating somehow. She pulled them out with one hand while sitting and covering her breasts. Her pubic hair was visible. She crossed her leg pointing it to my side, so Jeff perhaps could have a glimpse of her pussy, but I couldn’t tell.

We were two intoxicated apes staring at her terse teenage curves. Of course, we were getting hard-ons. We made Cindy feel uncomfortable so she fought back, “You two need to play the final round between yourselves.” We obeyed and Jeff started to shuffle the cards. I caught him cheating trying to peek at the cards on the deck and called him out. We stood up, drunk and howling. The cards flew around.

In the commotion, my girlfriend clearly noticed the tents we had pitched on our underwear and smiled. I asked her to intervene, “Hey babe, you be the judge. Who won?”

“Both of you lost,” she sentenced, still covering her naked body modestly. I guess she wanted to take revenge for having her stripped.

“Fair enough,” said Jeff, and immediately pulled down his briefs. His half-erect manhood sprang up and dangled as he stood back up again stoutly. Cindy let go a nervous and playful girly scream at the sight of that one-eyed snake, perhaps the first she was seeing in real life.

She addressed me, “Now you, baby.” I hesitated a bit, but I figured that the longer I wait, the more flaccid I would get due to my anxiousness, and I definitely didn’t want to display myself soft and small, so I pulled down my underwear. My penis was around 6 inches long, narrow, curved to the side and with full grown pubes. Jeff’s was 8 inches, wide, straight and shaved. We were not fully erect but his was evidently more impressive.

Cindy stared at mine for a few seconds, maybe assessing the possibility that this is the thing that she’d have to fuck for the rest of her life. Then she looked at Jeff’s and commented under the effects of alcohol, “Well, I guess it’s true what they say about black guys. But don’t worry, baby, yours is pretty enough.” This was at first very humiliating, but the fact that my dick was declared smaller out loud also reduced my anxiety about it, as now it was a matter of fact and we were all fine with it.

Jeff came out in my defense. “You’re evil, girl. A man’s pride is his prick. Take me for example. I get all sort of compliments from women in bed, and that makes me very confident.” He then sat back down on his couch, legs spread, arms stretched out, his penis half-standing like a flag being raised, and asked, “Hey, what do you say we hang out like this?”

I responded a bit shyly from the recent humiliation, “I guess it’s fine. Cindy, are you ok?” This was her silent response: she reached for her drink in the table while resting her other arm on the couch, exposing her perky tits completely. This was the first time I saw her nipples. She smiled adventurously, leaned back and made no attempt to cover back up. This pumped up our erections.

Jeff then dropped the V-bomb, “Hey, why haven’t you guys had sex yet? What are ya waiting for? I mean, look at you, you’re a pair of horny monkeys right now.”

I answered, first looking at Cindy and then at Jeff, “Well, we gotta plan something, we cannot just do it like that.”

“What do ya mean ‘plan’?” he questioned.

This was a bit embarrassing to answer, “I mean, like do some research on techniques and such.”

“Research?” he blurted. “Man, servicing your girl is not a science project. It’s all very natural. Look, you know how to masturbate a girl?” I shacked my head in ignorance. “You gotta massage the clit…” he started explaining, while making a motion with his hand on his lower belly, simulating like it was a girl’s pussy.

Looking at his hand, I couldn’t help staring at his cock and balls. The memory of the fantasy I had a few nights ago about masturbating him flashed back. There was no way I could attempt something like that, so I focused back on what he was saying. He continued, “Hey, do you even know where the clit is?” I had some vague idea about how the clit looked, but was not sure, so I hesitated. Jeff instructed, “Cindy, give your man a hand here. Show him his clit.”

“Just a quick look, babe,” I added.

Cindy spread her legs and used her fingers to spread her pubic hair and show me clearly where the clit was. “Here’s your clit, baby,” she said and started rubbing it like Jeff had shown.

My girlfriend was naked, with legs spread open, masturbating to me and my best pal. I started masturbating too. After years of going out with her, I never could get her this horny, but this guy just commanded her and she travesti istanbul spread her legs.

Jeff seemed pleased, “I told you guys you’re a pair of monkeys. Hey, girl, do you know how to give head?”

“A friend told me how to do it,” she replied with some confidence.

Jeff continued pushing things further, “Hey, Zack. Let’s toss a coin, winner gets to test her skills.” This was completely outrageous. But I did not protest immediately. Jeff insisted, “I’ll teach you all I know, Zack. Just give me this small chance. She’s just too hot, man. You’ll get her back in one piece, and still virgin. Now, unless she has any objections.”

She was still spreading her legs and having her breasts on display. She stopped masturbating to ponder on the matter. “This is getting wild…” she started. I saw her take a glance at Jeff’s cock, now full mast. She threw the ball it me, “Are you feeling lucky, baby?”

This was a chance I’ve never had with her, maybe I should take it now, I thought. On the other hand, she’ll probably be more willing the next time we make out, so I can wait a few days. While I was thinking, Jeff had already taken out a coin. “Heads or tails, man.” He was very annoying, he wouldn’t let me say anything other than those two options. “Heads or tails, man.”

“Tails,” I said reluctantly. He tossed. Of course, it was heads. Cindy covered her nose and mouth with her palms, emitting a little scream of embarrassment and excitement.

“I think this is going too far,” I protested for the first time.

“Don’t be a bad loser, Zack,” he joked, yet he still noted my distress. “I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do. We’ll go to the bed (we were in his parents’ bedroom), we’ll lay there and your beautiful girl will take care of us, one after the other. We both win.”

That was not a bad deal, I was going to get my first blowjob after all, and he made it happen. This bastard Jeff always knew how to negotiate with me. He saw signs of acceptance in my face and started moving towards the bed while calling us to follow. I looked at Cindy. She had a mischievous smile and was following him in her birthday suit, which told me she had absolutely no problems with this. So maybe I shouldn’t either.

He laid on the middle of the bed, with Cindy and I on each side. I started masturbating to get hard again, as the whole coin toss had unaroused me. He was already rock-hard in anticipation.

My friend’s cock was the center of attention. My girl sat next to it in a relaxed pose. She stretched her arm to touch it, approaching it slowly with her open palm, like if it was some magical object. You could see the thing pulsating with his heartbeat. She wrapped her fingers around it, probing the texture and hardness, then began sliding the skin, feeling the shaft contour under her touch.

Nobody made a sound, like we were doing some sort of ritual. She then used her other hand to explore his cockhead with caresses and a little squeeze. She gently grabbed his balls and began playing with them too.

Their skin color contrast was the icing on the cake, and the whole scene looked like an artistic performance.

My girlfriend began to lower her head onto it. She gave his cock a tender kiss on the side of the head, then a second one on the tip. Following a regular pace, she kissed her way down his shaft. Her head was tilted and we made eye contact for a few seconds. I licked my lips as we looked to each other. What did that mean? That I was enjoying watching her, or that I wanted to help her?

She could use some help, but I didn’t dare to cross that limit with my best pal. Cindy was now kissing his balls. Was she aware that those things are full of sperm, and that the hard cock she was worshipping could hose her insides with them? As far as I know, she’s not on birth control.

My girl moved back to the cockhead, and it looked as if she was salivating, an advice she probably received from her friend. She enveloped the head with her mouth, savored it, then retraced while sucking. Jeff purred, “Mmmm.”

She made a second dive, progressing deeper. Her hair started to her in the way. My pal gently gathered her hair in the back of her head. I thought this was too possessive of him, to grab my girl’s head while she sucked him. I felt I needed to protect her, so I moved closer, took her hair in my own hands and Jeff receded.

I stroked Cindy’s hair, caressed her shoulders and back, all while she still sucked him. I really wanted to make her feel special. I caressed my girlfriend’s cheek with his cock still in her mouth. When I did this, she stopped sucking and looked at me with a loving smile, like the way you look into a child and admire their innocence. Just below her face was his glistening chocolate tower, which she grasped two-handedly. The image was so jarring that I started to think my woman was crazy, but maybe that’s just what I needed. I smiled back to her.

Jeff noticed our special moment and suggested, “Time to switch?” For a moment I thought he meant that istanbul travestileri it was my turn to suck him (and if he pushed down that path, I would’ve done it), but then I remembered that it was my turn to get a blowjob. I got very excited and started to massage my clit (I’m sorry, my dick) and get comfortable.

Cindy sat upright and cleaned herself up a bit. Then like a slutty princess dictated, “I wanna have my pussy licked first.”

Jeff retraced his legs, leaving me a free path to her, then extended his arm in her direction, with open palm, signaling me to step in. I approached my girlfriend through the bed, we held hands and she asked me a bit naughty, “Are you having a good time?”

I nodded. How humiliating. She laid back, spread her legs slightly and said, “I’m ready.”

I started caressing her thighs, looking at her pubic jungle below. I had no idea how to please a woman down there. “You got any tips?” I asked Jeff.

He sat next to me and started to explain with a hand gesture how to finger her, then he spread her labia, which made me a little anxious of him touching her down there, but he didn’t put his fingers inside of her, just told me where to lick, while protruding his tongue in a funny way. Cindy was impatient, “Come on, boys. Who’s going first?”

I was not very excited about eating her pussy, so I answered, “You decide.” And she did. She lifted her feet in the air and locked them behind Jeff’s neck, then dragged him down into her bush like some carnivore plant.

I tried to learn how he licked, but I couldn’t really see what he was doing with his mouth, so I moved closer to Cindy and clasped hands with her. I watched my girl’s reactions as her pussy was being serviced, which together with the sight of her bare breasts made a beautiful scene. Say what you want, but I think my first sexual experience with Cindy was being quite romantic.

When Jeff sensed she was all wet and horny, he backed off and proclaimed, “She’s ready, bro.”

“You mean I can put it in?” I asked eagerly.

“Not just like that, man,” he advised. “You gotta start real slow to open her up. Specially if it’s her first time. She’s real tight.”

I stood there looking at her pussy with a face that clearly showed my ignorance in all of this. Jeff continued, “Look, you gotta press softly and don’t force it.” As he said this, he rubbed the tip of his cock against my girlfriend’s virgin pussy, spreading pre-cum along her labia like it was butter. “See?”

I found this very arousing, but I didn’t have a good view so I moved a bit closer, leaning my head to get a better sight. Cindy noticed me so she tried to help me by lowering one of her bent legs to the side. Unfortunately, this also made her pussy more accessible. I don’t know if Jeff took advantage of the moment or it was accidental, but his hard cock penetrated Cindy’s pussy a couple of inches deep. “Oh ho ho,” sang Jeff playfully, either surprised or feigning it.

“Oh fuck,” she gasped, shocked and paralyzed.

I moved clumsily towards them, dick in hand, and stopped short not knowing what to do. I looked as if I was going to fuck her but arrived too late. Jeff luckily broke the awkwardness of the moment. “I’m sorry, bro, I got carried away. You wanna go in?” His hard dick was still partially inside her, not moving. I was still stroking mine slowly.

I stammered, “I… I…” I was so incredibly embarrassed and aroused at the same time. My heart was racing. The next moment defined my sex life.

“Just keep going for now,” I replied. I really felt more comfortable watching.

“Ok, you let me know,” said Jeff.

Cindy looked at me, surprised. The look on her face expressed something like “I’m fucking your friend, are you really ok with this?” I blew a kiss to her to make her feel reassured, while also playing with my cock to remind her we were all just having fun.

She focused back on Jeff who was resuming his slow thrusts. She smiled but still looked nervous for my unwillingness to continue the job. My buddy noticed her and said, “Let me show you guys another position.”

He flipped her like a toy and put her naked body in all fours. Not only was he strong, he displayed the full control of an expert. “This is called doggy style, you’ll love it,” he said. He inserted back his big meaty cock into my girl as she gasped.

Cindy faced me again looking for some signal. I blew her another kiss, smiled and moved my lips, “I love you, babe.”

She smiled back and responded moving her lips, “I love you too.”

Now I grinned and moved my lips again, “Relax, enjoy.” She understood the message. Jeff was going to fuck her all the way and I would watch. None of us had planned for this. It just happened very naturally, as each of us assumed their role.

He was grabbing her by the hip while gently ramming her on all fours. He began to do it a little rougher. She was panting. He grabbed her by the hair with one hand, and placed the other on her schoolwide famous butt. “You’re a lucky man, Zack,” he said. “Your girl is smoking hot.” Suddenly, he raised the hand and slapped her in the ass. Cindy let go a moan, and did not protest. “Oh yeaah, girl,” he said, while slapping her other ass cheek. She let go another moan.

Hi everyone.

I wrote this years ago – it is based on a true encounter I had.

After years of reading stories on this site I decided to dust this off and share it as my first Literotica posting. 🙂 First time writer, longtime reader.

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I spit the mouthwash into the sink – my mouth was still dry. Just where does the fluid in your mouth go when you are nervous?

Shaky hands, leaning against the vanity, I looked at myself in the mirror – pure desire pushing through any moral dilemma, lustful anticipation strengthening my equally shaky knees and keeping me upright.

Despite my spinning head I could feel some sense of me, beneath the nerves and butterflies, a calmness watching, waiting to see if I would actually go through with it.

My body on the other hand was anything but calm. My mind was racing, my dick was more than ready and given its size, I began to realize why I was feeling so light headed/ where all that fluid had gone!

Careful to make one last fix of my hair, I watched myself as if detached – walking out the door of my hotel room and down the hall to the elevator.

A family of four was waiting. The wedding rings seemed to sparkle with an unusual brilliance and a fleeting moment of guilt gave way for lustful curiosity.

Had he ever cheated on his wife, or her on him?

The dirty thoughts encouraged my cock to rebound and my mind involuntarily experienced a flash of this married woman on all fours at the edge of my bed.

She was attractive, without a doubt. At that moment I was horny enough to fuck anything so naturally I gave her a second once over.

Not bad considering the 2 kids. Yet still nothing compared to what awaited me in the lounge downstairs, I assured myself.

the lift arrived and I politely let them enter first, watching the mothers ass as she boarded. No one noticed. God, it felt exhilarating to be doing this.

The ride down was quick. Or was it? My mind only semi-present. I moved aside to allow them to unload first. This time my eyes remained level – but not for moral purposes. I was looking around the lobby. Was she already down here, waiting for me? It became aware I was officially defeated by lust.

I shoved my hand in my pocket to conceal my excitement and headed for our predetermined meeting place.

The lounge was quiet. A few small groups of business men, some familiar faces from the conference. As the only representative from my firm attending, I felt comfortable with this calculated risk.

I grabbed a table in the back corner of the room, away from the others. Originally thinking we wouldn’t be as obvious but naturally accomplishing the opposite, I got up to moved, drawing even more attention. Within moments I was convinced everyone was on to me and dropped into the closest chair. Just as I sat she walked through the door. My heart began to race even faster.

She had dressed exactly as we discussed – dark business suit with black hose and heels. I could only assume the rest of her ensemble, the part only she and I would see, was as I had requested as well.

“Michael, nice to see you again” — she leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, her hand resting on my arm.

She seemed so calm. My heart raced, my dick twinged — I could barely think straight.

“You look beautiful.” I responded

“Thank you” — she smiled.

It had all started harmlessly enough, our conversation developing the day before during one of the seminar breaks. How a risk and liability conference had produced a beautiful woman that seemed to enjoy discussing women’s undergarments as much as me, I will never understand. I recall looking into her eyes, her beautiful smile looking back at me. Life is like that sometimes. Perhaps a blessing, or maybe a test. Whichever it was, it had come in the form of a beautiful woman in her early 20’s that had dressed to my dirty, nylon-loving specifications… and I was pretty sure I was about an hour away from fucking her.

“Have you ordered a drink yet?” She asked.

My mind snapped back, interrupted as it began to wonder if this was some sort of elaborate entrapment operation to test my morals.

“No, not yet, I just arrived.” I returned to her smile. Her apparent calmness seemed to have a calming effect on me as well.

I watched as she settled in her chair. She was careful to pull her skirt down, not giving me any preview of what was to come. She noticed my gaze towards her thighs and smiled.

Leaning towards me she said in a quiet voice — “There will be lots of time for that — don’t worry.”

I smiled — slightly embarrassed that she had caught me looking.

I did manage to relax over the next hour. The conversation remained light and friendly, which helped my nerves… as did the alcohol.

We purposely avoided family and personal topics. I had no idea of her personal situation and she seemed disinterested with mine. At one point the istanbul travesti general topic did come up but she shunned it remarking — “I don’t think either of us are interested in talking about that, don’t you agree?”.

I was able to confirm her age — 24. Much younger than I was. She apparently had not had any enhancing surgery done, which seemed unbelievable given her figure. She obviously did a lot of working out to maintain her shape, as was evident by her well toned legs. She loved the outdoors which explained her bronzed skin, but I never did determine why she was entertaining the kinky desires of an older man like me. I decided to stow that concern, along with any remaining morals, away for the evening. I wanted to experience this life-long fantasy too badly to let pesky insecurities and/or my conscience get in the way.

Eventually the topic did turn to sex. She wouldn’t tell me if she had done anything like this before. I became uncomfortably aware that my line of questioning made it clear I had not. Although the alcohol had established itself within my system, I was able to see her demeanor change slightly with the topic, as if it were arousing her.

I noticed her legs beginning to cross and uncross a little more often. I did my best not to stare but it was obvious I was having trouble.

“Okay, so tell me more about this little obsession of yours.” She uncrossed her legs, this time parting them slightly. My dick, which had relaxed along with the general conversation sprung, to life again – apparently having forgot why we were there in the first place.

“Umm…” — I stammered, blatantly looking down at her skirt which was sitting mid thing, her gorgeous black stocking legs extended out, crossed seductively.

“Not sure really, just something I’ve always been into.”

She took a moment to look over her shoulder as her hand slipped down to her leg.

Sitting in the large arm chair facing the wall, only I could see the lower half of her body. Her hand gently ran up her knee and thigh, circling around the inside of her leg just below her hemline.

She turned back to me — still gently touching the inside of her leg. “Is it the look, the texture, the smell. What?” she asked

I was unable to break my stare. Each circle her fingers made, they seemed to travel further up her leg, slowly her skirt was being pulled higher.

“ahhummmm…” — I was having trouble thinking. — “A little bit of each?” — I managed to reply.

“Do you wear them yourself?”

The question caught me off guard. I looked up at her to see her eyes staring deep into mine. I saw the raw desire – she intended to fuck me. I didnt see any reason to lie.

Hypnotized by her burning gaze, I told her the truth. “A few times, when I was younger and super horny”

I maintained eye contact for a moment but could see that her legs were widening.

She never broke eye contact with me. She moved right along “You’ll tell me if anyone comes up from behind me?”

“Of course.” I reassured her. Dying to break our gaze and look down to see what she was doing.

Her eyes dropped towards her lap giving me permission to look as well.

Her lean, shapely legs opened wider and wider. Her stocking tops and bare thighs now visible — my ears popped as my head began to spin with excitement. This is actually happening!

She didn’t stop. Sliding forward slightly in her chair, her skirt continued to rise until I was given a full view of her sheer black panties, a well trimmed strip of dark hair sitting atop her clearly visible pussy. There was a defined wet spot that glistened as if a hidden prize in the warm spot lighting shining down from above.

Her hand continued its journey upward and settled on the bare skin of her thigh, gently massaging her leg without blocking my pristine view.

“How is that?” She asked, her eyes now back towards mine.

Tho this time I didn’t bother maintaining any eye contact — “beautiful” — I said matter-of-factly.

Her left hand joined, taking hold of each leg mid-thigh, she moved as if to pulled her self open further for me.

It was that very moment when I realized – her put-together exterior was only a shell for a rather slutty personality that resided within.

“Fuck me” i exhaled.

It was taking a great deal of restraint not to touch myself, or her. With my dick aching to go, I figured it would only be a matter of time until one of the two happened and I knew this was not the place.

I suggested we head upstairs, given that we had finished our drinks.

She smiled as she reluctantly closed her legs, fixing her skirt and stood.

She excused herself to the restroom. I moved to the bar to pay. A few moments later we were moving towards the lobby together.

The quiet atmosphere of the lounge was a stark contrast to the busy lobby. A large group, apparently returning from an organized outing, congested the entire area.

I felt her hand take mine and she led me through the maze istanbul travestileri of bodies. We lucked out with an elevator that had just opened and we ignorantly cut in front of the less than impressed queue — if only they had known our reason for doing so.

Being first on the full elevator pinned us against the back wall. Floor numbers were called out and I added mine — “Six=” to which she called out “Twenty-One”. She turned and winked, informing me that it would be her room, not mine, that we would be enjoying.

Floor by floor we ascended, it seemed like it would take forever — a fact that I began to regret given the number of people crowding me. The lift was packed and we were pressed against the very back. It was a problem until I again felt her hand touch mine. She directed me to the hem of her skirt and gave me the slightest nudge upward. I took her invitation and slipped my hand up the back of her thigh and under her skirt until I felt the top of her stocking. I stopped there, just beneath her ass, enjoying the sensation of my fingers against her smooth skin as she gently moved her hand across my crotch. She gently rubbed my tip as I gripped her ass. She had me at the verge of an orgasm before we had even reached her room.

Slowly the elevator began to clear out but we kept our close proximity. She had moved slightly, now standing directly in front of me – concealing the tent of my pants while simultaneously teasing me with her ass. Anyone else may have thought she was swaying to the elevator music but she was not that innocent.

A crowd unloaded at 15 leaving only three of us. I would have loved to to have had these moments to turn her and press my lips against hers but this third… So frustrating.

It was another young woman, also very attractive, and based on her smile, she may have been aware of what was going on. As sexy as she was, I wanted her out of my way.

I glanced over at the floor buttons, only number 21 remained illuminated. She was there for the duration, of course.

We quickly ascended the last few floors. The doors opened and we allowed the other woman to exit first.

Murphy’s law dictated that we all turn down the same hall. I must have vocalized my frustration as I felt her take my hand in hers yet again, this time positioning it on her ass, feeling her sway as we walked.

I gave it a squeeze, it was enough to satisfy me, temporarily. She was right, it could wait another few moments. We continued on down the long hall behind the sexy cock-blocking neighbour.

Now this will seem completely ridiculous given the circumstances. I was, after all, steps away from the room of this young woman and what was going to be an incredible experience. I think this summarizes men in general – despite having my hand on the ass of a very attractive and horny woman that I would be undressing within mere moments… I couldn’t help but stare at the ass, skirt and nylon-clad legs of the woman walking in front of us. Yes, I believe the term is pig-dog.

As luck would have it, this insatiable greed for sexy things didn’t seem to put off my companion. Rather, I felt a nudge on my arm and looked to find her motioning as if I should “check out” the stranger a little more.

“She has stockings on too”. she whispered at me. I remember thinking the whisper in a quiet hallway was still too loud but I was preoccupied, wondering if this afternoon could get any more surreal.

The woman stopped at 2111 and looked back at us with a knowing grin as we walked past her. I looked straight down at the carpet as we passed, sneaking one last glimpse at her cream colored heels and tan pantyhose covered calves.

We didn’t continue far. 2113 — we stopped, the room key ready and inserted and before I knew it, the door had closed behind us.

The click of the door latching snapped me into the moment. The woman in the hall, the elevator ride, it was all gone. Just the silence of this young woman’s hotel room rang in my ears. This was it – my last chance to back out. Though there was little chance of that happening.

She dropped her keycard on the table and seductively made her way back to me still standing at the door, a little unsure of what I was to do next. Her arms wrapped around my neck, she began to kiss me passionately, her tongue actively exploring my mouth, encouraging mine to do the same.

Things heated up quickly from there. Kissing my neck and undoing my shirt, she seemed to have a great deal of pent up sexual energy that needed to be released.

Pushing me back against the door, she made her way down my now bare chest and began to undo my belt. All I could do was watch as this beautiful young woman as she lowered herself down in front of me.

She looked up at me as she unzipped my pants. Her pace slowing now as she neared her desired destination.

I stared into her eyes as I saw my dick spring from my under shorts, settling directly in front of her face.

“You’re going to remember tonight for the travesti istanbul rest of your life” she said as she moved in and began kissing her way up and down my shaft.

She may have been young but she knew exactly what she was doing. The kisses progressed to licks which blurred into sucking. She teased and enticed with incredible skill. Slowing to enjoy the drips of precum before coaxing more and more of my excitement towards the tip.

The warmth of her mouth made my knees buckle. She had a technique that many women claim to possess but few actually do. Her mouth slid up and down my shaft as her tongue added just the right amount of stimulation.

A low grumbling moan added to the stimulation and indicated her mutual satisfaction – she was clearly getting exactly what she had been waiting for and I was along for the ride.

I watched for as long as I could until my head fell back against the door and my eyes closed – heavenly pleasure from such sinful acts. I wanted it to last forever.

For several minutes her pace remained slow and deliberate, prolonging my inevitable need to explode. I only began creeping towards climax around the same time she started taking me deep, the sound of her gagging on me made it hard to stay composed.

Any attempt on her part to restrain herself was falling away as she asked “…does Daddy like that?” and “… you can cum down my throat if you want”.

She moved as if possessed, I watched her hand pumping the shaft as her pink lips sucked me in and out of her mouth. The sight of my rod disappearing into her head was fascinating. I was a good size and it seemed like an optical illusion that her small skull could accommodate my entire length.

I felt myself tighten. I ran my hand through her hair, reminding her that I was there and what was about to happen.

She instinctively understood my request and slowed down. I wanted so badly to cum but I knew prolonging it would make it that much more amazing. She slowed until finally releasing me from her mouth.

“Did you like that?” She asked as she wiped the moisture from her lips and chin.

“It was amazing” — I responded. Helping her up.

“Go sit down on the sofa” — she directed. Regaining her composure after what seemed to be a slight role reversal. I didn’t intend to argue.

I kicked off my shoes and let my pants fall to the floor. Wearing only my opened button shirt, I sat in the middle of the sofa, awaiting whatever was about to happen next.

I didn’t have to wait long. She pulled the coffee table aside and stood before me, positioned between my legs.

Looking down at my dick she began to undo her suit jacket, letting it drop to the floor beside my feet.

Next was her white blouse. Button by button, more and more skin became visible. A black bra peeked out as she untucked the blouse from her skirt to undo the bottom fasteners. She moved to the cuff and quickly undid them before opening the shirt to remove it.

“Wait” — I quickly stopped her. There was something about a woman in a partial state of undress that I found irresistible. “Leave it on?”

She smiled — willing to entertain my silly desires, she did as I asked.

Fully opening her blouse, I gazed upon round, perfectly shaped breasts, her nipples fully visible through the black sheer material of her bra. She reached up, pinching at them, causing them to stand even more erect. She smiled, as if proud of her assets.

She reached down to her skirt but paused — “And this, you want this left on as well?”

“Yes, please”

She smiled as she dropped her hands from the zipper to pull her skirt up rather than down.

More and more nylon leg was exposed until it ended in a dark, lace top. Only a garter strap continued on against the smooth, tanned skin of her thigh.

He skirt lifted higher and higher and I again was given a wonderful view of her panty-covered pussy. The noticeable wet spot had grown considerably now. She was dripping wet. I wasn’t far behind.

She stood there for a moment. Understanding my fetish she allowed me to burn the image into memory.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous” — I realized my compliment may be cheapened by the fact I was staring at her pussy but I was being completely honest with her.

“Thank you” — she said, running her hands up her body to acknowledge the recognition.

“Is there anything in particular you would like me to do?” — she asked.

I couldn’t believe her willingness to please.

“I honestly can’t believe I am her right now” — I chuckled — “I’ll have to think about it.”

“Sure” — she said, stepping closer towards me. “How ’bout you let me know if you think of anything.” Her leg lifted up onto the sofa and her heeled foot planted directly next to my dick.

I slipped one hand around her stocking calf, the other pushed my cock against her leg where it rubbed back and forth against the smooth material.

I slowly moved my hand up and down her stocking leg. Up across her knee and along her thigh. Brushing my fingers against her panties, I could now feel just how wet she was. She was obviously very sensitive and doing her best to stand there and let me have my way. I teased her until her balance started to fail and she stepped back.