Aylar: Mayıs 2023

Fae’s Pov:

“I need you to be good.”

I need to be good.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

Cain’s coming back tonight.

“Be good for me.”

Be good.

“I’ll see you tonight.”

Cain’s coming back tonight.

“Be good.”

Be good. Be good. Be good.

And maybe Alpha will come back… for me.

The only thing my wolf allowed me to think about were Cain’s words. He was coming back and I had to be good. I had to obey Frank. I had to please Cain. I had to be good. I had to be perfect. If I was good, maybe Frank would allow me to spend a night with Cain again soon. If I was good, maybe Cain would save me. This was only a game, I was used to games. I just needed to behave and get everything right. Especially tonight. I had to be good. I had to obey. I needed to be-

“Get the fuck over here you little bitch!” Frank yelled and I hurried from my uncomfortable corner to kneel before his feet.

“Now,” he started with a twisted little grin before pushing my face up against his cock, forcing me to suck. “I know you’ve just had a vacation, only having to serve one alpha and all, but you better not fuck up tonight! Although I do miss punishing you.” He laughed, pulling back to slap my face with his hard member, leaving a string of pre cum across my cheek. “I need everyone in a good mood so I can get more money out of them. Don’t fuck this up for me.” He grinned evilly, pulling me up by my hair to show me his sleeve, where he’d hidden choice playing cards. “Cain won’t be winning tonight! I’m getting that other five grand he won back!”

“I’ll be good Master,” I answered numbly, vaguely hoping that Frank would lose, despite his intentions to cheat.

“Good boy,” Frank sneered, patting my head.

I stayed still, depite the fact that every part of me wanted to recoil at his touch and I couldn’t help but to compare how terrible it made me feel when my Master touched me, verses when Alpha would do the same.

I missed Alpha’s touch. It had only been hours but I was already craving him more than anyone and I hoped he’d let me service him in front of the others, despite his insecurities. I missed taking care of him and his needs. I missed bringing him pleasure and I missed being controlled by him and his cock.

A knock sounded at the door and I quickly rose to answer, hoping it would be Cain. Instead, I opened it to the face of a very tall, very beautiful, beta female. She had tattoos all over her exposed skin, of which there was much of, due to her her leather body suit and sharp, pointy, thigh high boots. She held a thick, black whip in her hand that I eyed warily. Whatever the pretty red head had planned for tonight, I feared.

The woman abruptly grabbed my face in her hands, roughly squeezing my cheeks as she studied me. “So pretty,” she sighed lustily as she wiped a bit of pre cum off my cheek, before feeding it to me. “I can see why he’d want to put you in a dress. You’re the most pathetic, girly, little, omega sissy that I’ve ever seen. How delicious. I can’t wait to step on your little cock.”

I flinched at her words.

Who was she? Who was the he she spoke of? Did she mean Cain? Had Cain told her about how we were intimate? She was so beautiful. Had Cain slept with her after I’d gone? Had she seen his pictures of me? Had they laughed at me together? She was such a pretty woman and a beta. She was higher ranking than me. She was better than me. She’d make Cain a perfect mate. It hurt to think about but I couldn’t stop the torrent of thoughts from crashing over me and I punished myself with them.

“Hmm, did I hit a nerve?” She asked me, a cruel smile cut across her face but it did not reach her dark eyes.

When I didn’t answer she slapped me hard across the face, causing me to whimper in pain. “I asked you a question, sissy!” She hissed, digging her long fingernails into my cheek as she dragged me across the room to the card table.

“No Beta,” I answered softly, hoping she would not take my answer as an offense.

“I think you’re lying. Maybe I should put that tongue to a better use.”

Then the woman forced me to my knees before pushing my head down to her leather shoe.

“Lick!” She commanded.

I obeyed immediately, sensing that if I did not, I would deeply regret it.

The moment my tongue touched the leather I counted myself grateful that her shoes were clean, possibly brand new. I’d had worse, much worse, and I was glad to not suffer through the taste of something disgusting. I licked up the heel of her shoe, taking care to watch for the spike on the bottom, so I would not cut my tongue. Then I licked down the side to her toe, closing my eyes to separate myself from the humiliating situation.

In my mind it was Cain that forced me to do this. Cain, with his rough grip in my hair, taunting me, mocking me, teasing me about my tiny cock. It was Cain who stepped on my face, forcing me to lick the ground beneath his feet, to show I was worthy of him. It was Cain who pulled me up by my hair to his crotch, Ankara escort rubbing it viciously against my face, forcing me to keep me tongue out. It was Cain, who made me hard as he degraded me. My Cain, my Alpha, my mate, my love. It was Cain who used me.

I’m not sure how long the beta made me lick her boots but all at once, the scent of my alpha broke through my daydreams. My heart quickened and I looked up, desperately wanting to see him, completely forgetting my place and that the beta had not released me, for she did not matter. Instantly, I caught sight of Cain and I felt my face crack into a smile. I wanted to go to him and I started to rise but then… then I saw him place his hand on the lower back of a very handsome omega and my body exploded with rejection, sending bolts of torment throughout. I felt myself go soft, my fantasy broken by real life.

“Aww, poor little sissy. He’s already replaced you,” the woman hissed in my ear, causing me to jump.

I whimpered at her words, unable to control myself and the sound caused Cain to finally look our way. The alpha refused to meet my eye so mine went back to his hands, one of which now lay across the male omega’s thigh, close to his crotch.

My body ached painfully, my stomach spasming. I wanted to run to Cain. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, right then and there, in front of everyone! In front of that omega! I wanted him to dominate me and show everyone who I belonged to. I wanted everyone to watch.

I wanted to scratch the omega’s eyes right out of his skull, knowing I would try if I were allowed, despite having been declawed. I couldn’t help but be overwhelmed with jealousy. I hated him! He was too pretty. He was prettier than me.

Of course Cain would want him. Cain was an alpha and alpha’s could have anyone. Alpha would never pick me. I was only ever practice, for the future.

I blinked furiously, refusing to allow myself any tears. I would not look weak before Alpha. He had said to be good. Maybe he was testing me. Masters did like to do that sort of thing to what was theirs and in my heart, I was Cain’s. I would behave, no matter how badly I wanted to cry.

“Cain! How nice to run into you,” the woman said, a light laugh in her voice. “Oh, and what a lovely date! I’ll admit, I did not expect him to be real! Or so yummy.”

Cain blushed and I felt my wolf howl in anguish. Cain was blushing over another omega. He’d already moved on. I was nothing compared to him. The woman was right.

“Jenny,” he coughed, “Nice seeing you again.”

He did know the woman, I thought sadly. Worrying again about how explicit their relationship might be.

“Well darling I-“

“Um… not to be rude but, what’s a naked omega doing here?” The other omega suddenly interrupted, looking at me with uncertainty.

Ashamed by his question, I felt the need to cover myself, though I did not, knowing it would only lead to punishment if I did.

“Oh, isn’t he a pretty one? Although, not as pretty as you of course!” Jenny laughed. “He’s a pet. Nothing but a little plaything. You should count yourself lucky to not be in his shoes.”

“A pet?” The omega asked, looking worried and slightly offended.

“Exactly!” Jenny replied enthusiastically. “Boy,” she addressed me, “Come say hello to our guests! And do it properly! Have you ever sucked an omega’s cock before?”

I blushed deeply, humiliated, wanting to run away. “No Ma’m,” I answered quietly, staring at the floor as I made my way forward.

Once I got to the omega, I slowly sank down to my knees and placed my hands on his thighs to undo his pants, as my heart beat wildly in my chest. I did not want to do this. I looked up for a moment, at Cain, begging him with my eyes to do something, to stop me. I was too jealous. I didn’t want to make Cain’s lover feel good.

“I’d rather he didn’t.”

It was the omega who spoke and I looked up at him in surprise, suddenly registering how his hands had settled on top of mine, gently stilling my movements.

I tensed, unsure of how to proceed.

Omega’s did not have power… but he was a guest. Should I listen to him or should I listen to the beta? I looked at Cain again, praying he’d tell me what to do. Who should I obey? Which one would make Cain see me as good?

“Look kid, you’re an omega. So if you want to stay, you have to play!” Frank ordered gruffly.

I took my Master’s word as law and I tried, once more, to open the omega’s pants, all the while trying desperately to control my emotions. Frank couldn’t know how much this would hurt me. He couldn’t know I was in love with Cain… not that the alpha in question even cared about my heart.

“You can’t tell me what to do! You’re not my pack! You’re not my Luna! You’re not my King!” The omega growled, shoving my hands away.

“Sorry, sorry,” I muttered pathetically, hoping to avoid punishment and the omega shot me a sympathetic look, mouthing sorry back. I still hated him but… he was nice. It was so confusing.

“Cain Ankara escort bayan control your pup!” Frank growled.

“What do you expect from me?” My alpha answered. “Ben doesn’t want some slut to touch him and he’s not your pack. I’m not making him do anything.”

My face burned with shame and I hated myself as my heart sank. I wished I could be better; a better person, a better omega. I wanted to be the one Cain defended… not the one he called “some slut”.

Frank gave Cain a twisted smile, “Omega, shift!”

I obeyed instantly, turning into my wolf form, unsure as to what was about to happen as my matted tail curled protectively around my hind legs.

“Good job pet, now, lick the pretty omega’s cock. Show him he’s better than you.”

I froze. I didn’t want to do this, my wolf didn’t want this. I’d never been made to service anyone like this, like an animal. It felt wrong.

“What?” Cain growled angrily. “You must be mad Frank! You cannot defile an omega from Lotus Pack like that! You forget yourself! You know how protected they are!”

Frank smiled wickedly, “You said the omega didn’t want a slut. Now he has a beast. He can choose which he likes better.”

When nobody responded, Frank kicked at my hindquarters and stepped on my tail, causing me to yelp in pain. “Get to work, bitch!” He ordered.

I nervously put my paw up on the omega’s thighs with a whine of unease, unsure as to how I was meant to get the other boy’s cock out of his pants without causing him injury. I did not want him to punish me for causing him pain. My wolf shook nervously as I nosed near his zipper. Suddenly, the omega gently pet my head and I looked up, surprised by tender contact.

“You don’t have to do that and none of this is your fault,” he whispered to me.

He was so strange.

Out loud he said, “I guess we’re leaving. I don’t know what kind of Alpha King allows their omega’s to be treated like this but I’ll be sure to bring it up at the next Lotus Council.” He growled, pure vitriol in his voice.

“Is that a threat!?” Frank bellowed, lunging at the omega as I anxiously scurried out of the way.

“Don’t touch him!” Cain snarled as he stepped in to block the boy from Frank. “Jesus Christ Frank! Do you want a war?! Just let him go and he won’t say a word. Okay?”

My wolf quietly whimpered as we watched the display before us. Alpha was so strong, so protective. His pheromones had to be filling the entire room, for I could scent them from across the space. Watching him protect the other omega hurt deeply and I felt sick to my stomach once more. I whimpered again, wanting to submit to him, needing his attention. My wolf was so stressed, we needed to be told that we were good.

I bit my paw in an effort to maintain some sort of self control but my mind raced. Why wouldn’t Alpha protect me? What was so special about the other omega? Was it because he was a part of that other pack, where omega’s were special? Was I not special because I did not have a pack? How had I messed up so badly that I’d ended up a pet?

Why wouldn’t Cain defend me?

What had I done wrong? I’d thought he liked me. I’d thought I’d made him happy. Why didn’t he want me? Why couldn’t he love me when it was so easy for me to love him? I needed him. I needed Alpha!!

The sight of Cain and the omega grabbing their coats wrenched me out of my spiral. Then I realized they were headed for the door. They were leaving. He was leaving me and he hadn’t even touched me. He hadn’t even come near me. I purely acted on instinct, loosing all self control, self respect and my fucking mind right along with it, making my biggest mistake yet. I shifted back without being told I could.

“Please!” I shrieked as I ran towards Cain, grabbing at his coattails as I kneeled before him. “Please Alpha, take me with you! I’ll be so good, I promise! I won’t touch anything that I shouldn’t, ever again! I’ll make you happy, I promise!” I glanced at the omega, who looked completely stunned, and he turned pale, his mouth hanging slightly open. “If… if you want him, I’ll make both of you happy!” I continued to beg. “I’ll serve you! You can share me, anything you want! I’ll do anything, I’ll give you everything. Just please, please, please don’t leave me!”

“My my Cain. Look what you’ve done to Frank’s pet,” Jenny laughed, watching my display with amusement in her cold eyes. “Can you smell that? The bitch is completely besotted with you! Is your cock really that big?”

The alpha blushed and my wolf snarled, wanting to defend his honor.

“I fucked him during his heat. It’s nothing. He’s just not used to that,” Cain answered coldly.

I winced at his words, looking up at him with a hurt expression as tears finally rolled down my cheeks. Did I really mean nothing to Alpha? I’d thought I’d, at least, been a good fuck. What was wrong with me?

“Oh my, yes he’s quite affected by you,” Jenny continued smugly, humiliating me further.

“Let go of me Escort Ankara Omega,” Cain hissed, meeting my eyes in an icy gaze.

“But I-“

“Now!” Cain ordered, cutting me off before I was able to tell him I loved him.

I obeyed and barred my neck in submission. I understood now. I had been bad. I’d failed. I wasn’t good. I’d never be good. I’d be with Frank forever. I’d die with Frank. No one else wanted me, not even the other omega. I was nothing but a pet. A very bad pet. I deserved punishment. I was a toy. I was a plaything. I was a slave. I was nothing, but bad.

“Cain, all things considered, how about you don’t come back for future game nights,” Frank announced, in a friendly sort of way, undercut with a threat. “I need my property to be more compliant than all this and clearly you’ve worked him up. However, I do expect my money for his time before you leave.”

Cain took a large wad of cash out of his coat pocket. “Take it you fucking bastard,” he growled, before putting a protective arm over the other omega, ushering him out the door, without so much as a backward glance to me.

Once the door slammed shut, Frank turned to me. “Jenny,” he called out softly, causing my wolf to tense up in fear. “Would you like to help me punish the little bitch?”

“Oh darling, I thought you’d never ask,” the beta laughed lightly, a sadistic smile painted across her pretty face as she grabbed her whip.

*********

Cain’s Pov:

“What the fuck was that?!” Ben yelled, as soon as we were safely in my car.

“Hey, it’s okay,” I gently placed my hand on his arm, trying to sooth him, while inside my mind was loud, yelling at me in hundreds of voices. Although, I hadn’t heard from my wolf in hours.

“Don’t you fucking touch me!” He spat and I pulled back, confused.

I’d honestly thought the omega and I might fuck tonight. He really liked me and I thought that I needed it. Instead of going back to normal, everything felt wrong and I wanted the stress relief a good fuck could bring, like it had with Fae. So I stayed quiet, unsure as to what had set the omega off so badly that he was angry with me.

We sat in silence for a few moments, meanwhile my body began to heat up, making me dizzy.

“I thought this was a date!” He finally exploded, looking hurt and angry all at once.

“It was-“

“Are you fucking serious!?” He yelled, sending speckles of spit flying onto my face.

“Ok, I’m sorry it didn’t go well-“

“Didn’t… didn’t go well?!” He yelled, sounding beyond furious. “This was supposed to be a game night! Not some weird ass sex dungeon where your fucked up friends torture some poor, little omega! Who, might I add, think’s he’s fucking mated to you!! It was so sad to watch!”

“Wait what?” I asked, feeling dull and confused from all the pills I’d taken before coming.

“Fuck Cain! Couldn’t you smell him?! If I could tell, everyone in that room could!”

I hadn’t been able to smell the little omega, I could barely scent myself, that much I knew.

“Let’s not talk about him,” I answered, feeling as though I were underwater. I reached out carefully to touch Ben’s shoulder, wanting to make sure he wasn’t some kind of illusion but he flinched away immediately.

“Why do you keep touching me? How fucking dare you Cain! That poor omega loves you and you broke his heart and left him to be tortured but all you care about is touching me!!”

I didn’t want to talk about Fae. Something deep inside hurt to talk about him. The same something that had been furious by Frank’s treatment to the boy but I couldn’t quite capture the full emotions and turn them into action. I felt slow, dull. I’d taken too many pills.

“He’s just a pros-” I muttered, trying to minimize Fae’s effect on me.

“No!” Ben interrupted. “He’s an omega that’s in trouble and needs a fucking mate to rescue him. What kind of an alpha are you anyways?! He loves you so intensely! He didn’t want to be near me, he was so jealous! I’m a stranger and I could feel it but you just walked away! How? How could you not go feral to protect him? I always knew you were a rogue but I could never figure out why a pack didn’t claim you… until now!” He hissed angrily. “You’re a fucking disgrace. You don’t deserve to be an alpha.”

“I feel sick,” I mumbled, barely registering his words but storing them to mull over later.

Ben glared at me but softly touched his hand to my forehead. “You are warm and sweaty,” he confirmed, giving me a steely look.

I blinked at him, unsure how to proceed. I felt so out of it and confused and my stomach churned. I clung to my car door, ready to open it the moment I had to vomit, as I tried to breath slowly.

Ben sniffed at the air, his eyes widening when he scented my medication.

“What did you take?” he asked carefully, studying me closely.

“Mate blockers,” I groaned, my vision blurring around the edges.

“How many?”

I didn’t want to answer.

“Cain this is important! How many?”

“Thirty,” I finally muttered, feeling lightheaded.

“You must be joking,” Ben whispered, eyes wide in disbelief. “What possessed you to do that to yourself?! Do you want your wolf to die? You need a doctor! Fuck! Get in the back, now. I’m driving!” The omega ordered, immediately opening his car door.

A fork in the path, I hadn’t expected that. Nothing I had read on the internet said anything about a fork. I wondered which way I should go? You couldn’t see very far down either path. The vegetation was thick and overgrown. It seemed the path to the right was less traveled. I took that as a good sign for this sort of thing, so I went right.

I was on the cruise ship’s private island in the Caribbean. Actually, it was more of a private beach than an island. A compound fenced off from the rest of the country, with a dedicated pier for ships to dock at. The locals maintained the facilities and worked all the concessions when a ship was in port. I picked the cruise specifically because of this stop, and what I had read about it online.

I was on a vacation with my girlfriend, and everything had been great so far, but this was the stop I had been anticipating most. Months ago while researching itineraries I stumbled across a random comment about this place that caught my attention. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. The comment said at the far end of the beach, there was a concrete building containing bathrooms. At the back of the men’s side, there was an exit. If you followed the path leading from that exit it would take you through the jungle to a clearing where local men hung out. Men of all different ages and body types, but with one thing in common, they all had really big dicks. For fifty dollars, you could blow one of their huge dicks. Apparently it was a way to make some money off the tourists, sort of an unofficial shore excursion.

Now I’m not gay, I wasn’t interested in sucking some man’s dick. The thing was, I had a huge dick myself, ten inches. OK, maybe it was just under, but I always rounded up for effect. Either way, not bad for a skinny white guy like myself.

Ever since I figured out my cock was bigger than most guys, I had been fascinated by other men with big dicks. Whenever I watched porn, I always looked for actors with huge cocks. I still wanted to have sex with women, that was my thing, but I liked to watch guys endowed like myself. I don’t know, maybe pick up some pointers or new techniques, or watch the expressions of the girls as they sucked those big dicks or mounted them for fucking. I just found it a turn on for some reason. And the way some of those women craved and treated those cocks was equally impressive, not at all like my girlfriend.

When I first read about this beach and the men at the end of the path, I thought here’s my chance to see a huge cock in real life. I don’t know why that appealed to me, why it stuck in my mind, but it did. Of course I had seen plenty of them in photos and videos, but never in person. Would they still look just as big in real life? Bigger than mine? Plus, I didn’t see any harm in having a look, and this seemed the perfect place. We were on an island in the middle of the Caribbean, totally anonymous. No one knew me, and no would know about this, not even my girlfriend.

I had left her on the popular part of the beach. She wanted to sit in a lounge chair, work on her tan, have a drink. Perfect. I told her I was going to go to the bathroom and take a walk, check out the rest of the place. On my way to the bathroom I stopped at a bar and quickly downed a couple of rum punches. I definitely needed some courage to follow through on this.

Following the right fork of the path, I came to a sandy clearing with wooden picnic tables and some plastic chairs. There were three or four footpaths leading off the main clearing. Sitting around the clearing in various states of dress were several men of different ages. Locals I figured. One had on an orange button down short sleeve shirt, unbuttoned, and nothing else. His hairy chest exposed. His large soft uncut cock on full display amid a thick patch of black pubic hair. Another was bald, no shirt, a smooth chest, and a loose fitting pair of plaid boxers hiked up so that his long flaccid cut cock and dangling balls hung out one of the leg openings. There was a heavyset older guy wearing a faded black tank top that didn’t cover all of his belly and a faded black cotton bikini, well worn and frayed around the edges, the stretched fabric uncomfortably holding back a huge meaty bulge, large gaps between his cocoa skin legs and the tented fabric. His equipment hidden just out of view. Two younger guys, similar looking, possibly brothers, sitting on a bench, wearing identical jerseys for the local soccer team, white socks and flip flops. They were talking with each other, probably about a recent match. A perfectly normal scene except that neither were wearing shorts, their matching dark uncut cocks and big round balls in plain sight. Finally, an older man, with gray sprinkled in his full beard, wearing khaki pants that were sitting low on his hips and had been cut off around the knees, effectively turning them into shorts. A massive bulge, too thick and too huge to be a cock, snaking down one thigh. His hand rested on the bulge, giving it a squeeze as I looked his way.

This must be Ankara escort the place I thought, nervous and lightheaded from the sun, the rum, and all the cock.

A tall and lanky man came up to greet me. He was probably around 40, with a full beard. He was wearing a white t-shirt and silvery gray nylon running shorts. The sleeves on the t-shirt had been cut off and the bottom cropped, exposing his flat stomach. The liner of the shorts must have been cut out, as the clear outline of his cock and balls pressed up against the thin layer of shiny fabric. “Welcome to Paradise” he said with a smile. “I’m Kingsley.”

“Uh, hello” I answered, nervously.

“100 dollars, American, cash. Best to take care of business in the beginning, before the fun.” He explained, with a vaguely English accent.

“$100? I thought it was $50” I said. Surprised at myself for confronting him, but Kingsley didn’t seem to mind.

“$50 is for oral, that’s the other path, to the left. $100 is for fucking. That’s where you are.”

“Oh sorry. I didn’t know.” I uttered, pausing, wondering if I should retrace my steps back to the bathroom, and go down the other path, or go back to the beach and my girlfriend and forget about the whole thing. I looked around again at the men and their cocks.

“Actually I didn’t come for sex.” I tried to explain, working up my courage. “You see,” I stammered “I have… I have a huge cock too and just wanted to see a big dick, in person, you know hard and all. I mean I’ve seen them on video, but never in real life. I’m just curious, that’s all. I’m not gay. I have a girlfriend.”

Some chuckles from the men. Kingsley raised he his hand and motioned for them to be quiet. After a moment he said, “I tell you what, you seem a sincere man.” He looked me over, sizing me up, his gaze lingering on my crotch, then continued “It”s a quiet day here on the island, and I’m sure we have just what you’re looking for. I”ll have one of my boys show you around. After that we can discuss further.”

Without waiting for me to respond, he called out “Rochester!” and a man I hadn’t noticed before stepped forward. Rochester was skinny like me, about my age, about my height, with smooth caramel skin. He was wearing a pair of faded blue cotton briefs, several sizes too large for him, like he had borrowed them from his father or an older brother. He had the waist band rolled over several times and riding high on his hips to improve the fit without much success. The oversized leg openings were doing a poor job of holding in his big dark balls, which were peeking out. His cock bulging front and center, pulling the pouch down. He smiled as my eyes made their way back up to his face.

“Enjoy the tour” Kingsley said and pointed a hand toward one of the paths that lead from the clearing. “I’ll catch up with you later.”

Rochester led me down one of the paths. Similar to the situation up front, his over sized underwear was doing a poor job of covering his ass. The loose fabric was wedged up his crack and a good chunk of butt cheek was hanging out either side. “You can call me Rock. Everyone does.”

“Sure, thanks.” I replied. “I’m Ben.” We walked further down the path, the darkness of the jungle settling in.

“Is that short for Rochester?” I asked, not knowing what else to say.

“Actually the guys call me that because of my cock.” He replied with a chuckle.

I swallowed uncomfortably, afraid to ask anything more. As we walked, I figured I should pay attention in case I had to find my way out of here unescorted, but soon was hopelessly lost as we passed multiple offshoots along the path.

After a minute or so we stopped. Rock pointed. Looking through an opening in the vegetation was a small clearing with a rustic wood table. Leaning against it was a muscular black guy with an enormous cock, fully hard, and magnificent. It was being worked over by two 50 year old white guys who were down on their knees in front of him, one wearing a black jock, the other a red jock. Their stiff cocks hanging out of the pouches. They both had average sized cocks, from what I could see. Probably a normal five or six inches. I was so close I could clearly hear the moans from the cocksuckers as they traded off licking the giant cock shaft and dangling balls. Taking turns putting the swollen head into their mouths, kissing it, and then kissing each other.

“I think it’s one of their birthdays or maybe an anniversary” Rock said softly. “We get a lot of that here, special occasions.”

I couldn’t take my eyes off the scene and that huge black cock. It had to be several inches longer than mine, thicker too. The two older white guys were loving it, worshipping it. My own cock instantly grew hard, pressing against my shorts, extending down my leg. All I could think about was how I wish my girlfriend would treat my big cock that way, instead of being so tentative, frightened by it. The white guys were passionate and unrestrained.

Rock placed his hand on my shoulder, startling Ankara escort bayan me. “Nice, hunh?” He whispered.

I nodded. “Yes,” I managed to say, though I wasn’t sure if he was talking about the huge cock or the blow job.

“Kingsley said people here paid for fucking, but …” I tried to ask.

“Oh they will get to that. I’m sure. This is just the warm up act. Some folks like to get a close look at the equipment. Give it a taste.” Rock replied with a wink.

After a few more minutes watching the action and that huge black cock, Rock asked “You want to move along? See more?”

The truth was, I wanted to stay and watch those two guys work on that cock. That’s what I wanted. I wanted badly to pull my own cock out and stroke it. I wanted to see that big black cock shoot its load. Reward the efforts of those white guys with a creamy blast. See if they shied away from it or, more likely, eagerly licked up the drops, cleaning the messy shaft and head with their tongues, savoring the taste, and swallowing it all. Everything I dreamed my girlfriend would do.

“Geez, if only my girlfriend could take lessons from those two.” I exhaled with heavy breath.

“Come on, let’s see what else is happening.” Rock said. I reluctantly looked away from the men and noticed Rock’s bulge had gotten bigger in his faded blue briefs. His cock wasn’t completely hard yet like mine, but getting there. I wondered how big it would be fully hard. How it would compare to mine.

Rock turned and headed further down the path. As we walked, I couldn’t help staring at that barely covered ass and those firm brown cheeks. I was fascinated by the sight, intrigued in an unexpected way.

“Are all of the men who work here gay?” I asked.

Rock replied, “Funny thing is, all the guys here have wives or girlfriends, and they know what goes on here. Seems the women don’t mind their men having sex with other guys. They don’t see it as competitive I suppose. Just guys being guys. Letting off a little steam. They certainly wouldn’t be letting their men have sex with other women though. That wouldn’t be allowed.”

It wasn’t the answer I was expecting, but it did kind of make sense.

We came to another opening in the jungle and stopped. In the clearing to the left, a well-muscled man, beefier than an ordinary athlete and more like a bodybuilder, was bent over the short end of a picnic table. He was maybe 30, not any older, with dark hair and tan skin, probably Latin. I remember seeing him onboard in the gym working out with an equally muscular girl. I thought it was probably his girlfriend. I was really surprised to see him here. He was only wearing a skimpy burgundy thong and white tennis shoes, and that was somewhat of an overstatement. The back of the thong was being pulled to the side by a thin totally naked young black man behind him, so the little string really wasn’t covering anything. Making it easier for the man to fuck the bodybuilder with his long black cock. I gulped.

My eyes were riveted to the scene in front of me. The size of the big black cock, the long deep strokes, the ability of the bodybuilder to take that huge cock completely up his ass, and the way he so obviously enjoyed the pummeling. My girlfriend wouldn’t let me go all the way in, and would only let me fuck with short soft strokes. She said it was too big and hurt too much. Apparently the bodybuilder had no such objection.

I had a raging erection at this point, leaking precum, trapped uncomfortably in my board shorts. The fucking in front of me was everything I had dreamed of. The huge cock, the physical pounding, it couldn’t be more perfect even if it was a guy on the receiving end.

“That’s Max.” Rock whispered. Though I doubt the two having sex would have heard us if we were yelling. They were so engrossed in the fucking, sweat rolling off them.

“The black man?” I asked. Figuring he was named for his huge cock.

“No. The other guy.” Rock replied. “He’s been here several times.”

We watched without speaking. The loud sounds of flesh smacking against flesh, the forceful grunts from the fucker, and the satisfied moans from Max mixed with his pleading “Fuck me, fuck me harder”. It was an unforgettable sight.

“Each time Max comes, he requests a bigger dick.” Rock added.

“You can do that?” I dumbly asked, not thinking straight.

“Oh sure, Kingsley is very accommodating. He’s all about making sure you get what you want.”

We continued to watch the fucking. It was better than any video I had ever scene. I envied the fucker. The way he punished that ass with those long strokes, without holding back, full throttle, and deep. The force of his balls thrust hard up against that ass with each stroke. How I wanted to be him, to experience that fucking. I wouldn’t even object to using that bodybuilder’s stretched and willing hole for my own pleasure. Fucking until I filled it with cum, lots of hot boiling cum. Then to pull out and watch it slowly ooze out Escort Ankara of that wrecked hole.

“Does your girlfriend take your cock like that?” Rock asked, smiling.

“No” I sighed. “She says it’s too big, too much for her.”

“That’s a pity,” Rock replied. “A big cock needs to be taken care of properly.”

I suddenly noticed I had one of my hands resting on Rock’s ass. My fingers touching one of his firm caramel butt cheeks. My palm up against the faded blue fabric of his oversized briefs. Rock didn’t seem to mind or care. I left it there, not wanting to draw away. It seemed so comfortable, so normal, and so inviting.

“They say he’s working his way up to the Monster.” Rock said, startling me, bringing me suddenly back to reality.

“The Monster?” I asked, confused.

“Yeah, you saw him. Actually his name is Richard. He was up front at the entrance with Kingsley. It’s his cock we call the Monster. He was wearing the khaki pants.”

“That was his cock?” I asked unable to hide my surprise. “I saw the huge bulge going down his leg, I didn’t think that could be a cock. At least not a real one, flesh and blood and all.”

“It’s real, and it’s enormous. I’ve only seen it in action a couple of times. It’s unbelievable really.” Rock explained. “Kingsley won’t let just anyone take it though. Oh sure lots of guys ask for it. But Kingsley makes you prove you can take it, by working your way up the ladder. Once you show you can handle the big stuff, Kingsley will let you take a crack at it.”

It was getting to be too much, the big cocks, the fucking in front of us, talk of the Monster, my hand resting on another man’s ass, my own painfully hard cock, and most troubling, I was enjoying every second of it, enjoying it more than I should. What had I gotten myself into?

The men slowed down, stopped for a moment, and changed positions. As they did so, they noticed us, but they weren’t the least embarrassed. It was almost as if they were proud of the show they are putting on. Now the bodybuilder was laying on his back. Still wearing the burgundy thong, his hard cock tenting out, he raised his legs in the air invitingly. The black man pulled the string to the side once again and lined up for entry. One long smooth push with his giant cock was all it took. He went in up to his balls. The bodybuilder gasped, then started moaning again, hungry for more fucking.

We continued to watch. “When I first started here,” Rock spoke, “I always thought the guy on the bottom was the weak one, you know, submissive, letting the guy on top have his way.” He paused. That’s what I’d always thought as well.

Rock continued, “But now, after watching so many men, I don’t think so. Look at Max. He knows exactly what he wants, and he’s getting it. He’s the one that wants that cock inside him, knowing how good it will make him feel, satisfy him like nothing else will. Sure the guy on top plays a role, but anyone could be playing that role. It’s the same with all the guys that visit here. The ones getting fucked, they’re the ones really in control. They know exactly what they want, and they’re getting it. Nothing weak about that, If you ask me.”

I tried to follow Rock’s reasoning, but my own raging cock had me confused.

“Let’s move on” Rock whispered, as the frenzied pace of the fucking seemed to be leading to a climax. “Let them have their final moments.” It was probably a good thing. I’m fairly certain when they started cumming I would have shot my own load in unison. Even without touching myself. I was that worked up.

I followed Rock further down the path. I couldn’t take my eyes off his ass. The way it moved with each step. Trying to decide what was more intriguing, the small part hidden by the rolled up briefs or the exposed smooth and perfectly shaped butt cheeks. Wondering if he ever had a huge cock up his ass, and if he could take one like mine.

My own painfully stiff cock and tight board shorts made walking difficult. Fortunately it wasn’t much farther to our next stop. I followed Rock into a small unoccupied clearing off the path. The only thing there was a sturdy low wooden table with a couple of bottles, one small and one large, containing some type of liquid. I couldn’t tell what they were. Neither of them had labels.

Rock turned to face me, his rolled up faded blue briefs straining against his big cock, now fully hard, pointing to the left. “Why don’t you drop your shorts and let me see what you got. You look mighty uncomfortable the way things are.” Rock suggested.

I hesitated for a moment, trying to make it all make sense in my mind. I was horny as hell. The men with their big cocks. It was all more than I had hoped for, but I also wanted to get off in the worst way. I wasn’t gay. I had only come here to look at big cocks, and I had seen plenty of that. But now with Rock, and his huge hard cock right there, so close I could practically reach out and touch it. And his ass, those perfect caramel cheeks, his hole, covered by that thin scrap of fabric. It was all so tempting, right there in front of me.

“You said you had a big dick, a 10 incher. Let’s take a look. From what I can see it certainly has potential.” Rock said, as he rested his fingers on his bulge, tracing the long length. “Let’s compare. Mine’s a good 10 inches.”

Looked myself in the mirror. A 5’11” jock who just graduated college, trying to get a hold of myself and find. myself. I recently left my boyfriend to seek a job in this new town. It was just before summer and the weather was perfect, warm enough to break out the running shorts. Paired with a lightweight Nike running shirt and a running hat. Short brown hair barely peaking out of the hat and soft toned muscles. Nothing that needed a daily workout to sculpt but my metabolism has just never caught up to me. I decided to take a jog to take my mind off of things, it helped me get through these stressful days of job hunting in this new city.

I didn’t quite know where I was running but, as long as my feet were moving I didn’t care. Starting off my run I realized how long it’s been awhile. Nothing like starting to get the blood pumping for your brain to realize it. The masculine aroma I was starting to emit in the air needed no cologne cover. I was wearing an ass less jock underneath my shorts, which was what I always wore when feeling a little frisky. My small running shorts helped me feel a nice breeze, starting to sweat I decided to remove my shirt. I tucked it in the back of my shorts and giggled as I imagined myself as the cute quarterback of the high school football team.

Starting off my run it was dusk, not dark but a beautiful orange skyline lit the evening horizon. Off the path it would be dark enough to not notice someone unless you were really looking. I took a path going west of the house on a nearby running path I quickly found to be scarcely occupied except for the occasional avid runner. I was in the zone. A light jog really starts the feeling of being free and loose. I could start feeling the sweat and my recently shaved body was starting to act like a naturally oiled machine. I could feel my muscular ass cheeks sliding against each other longing for the space in between to be occupied.

The forest path was winding along when I noticed my first stranger in the distance. I slowed my pace to make sure I got a full view. It seemed to be a well statured, in shape, toned, muscular, large, dark-haired, tanned man jogging toward me. As we passed it felt like time slowed. I bit my bottom lip and gave him a big wink and a wry smile. He slowed. My heart started racing. Feeling flooded away from my extremities. Our eyes met. A slight vibration was set off along my skeletal system and I felt myself empty of all oxygen. All of a sudden I was stopped in the middle of a running path, stopped dead in my tracks by this model of a man. Ankara bayan escort I backed up a few paces as he said,

“Well hello there, I haven’t seen you around these trails before, the name is Jax”

Barely finding words I muttered,

“Oh, umm, yeah…”

That was all the talking that needed to be done, I found myself cock to cock with Jax in a moment of pure madness. A split second of pure bliss. Nothing else mattered in the world besides this moment, right now, right here.

This madness was nothing short of heavenly as my primal instincts took over. He grabbed my 5in (6 on a good day of course) member and I froze. Really? Here? Now? Talk about getting right to the point. He wasted no time, the blood barely even had reached my cock before he did.

It was a dream I prayed I was not going to wake from. His firm grasp on my cock aroused me so fast I was hard in a matter of seconds. A symphony of orgasmic waves washed over me. Back to reality, I then reciprocated and grabbed his cock in an upward soft scoop and was not prepared for what I felt. The 8in monster on the end of my grasp. For a split second I thought I was grabbing leg. It never ended as I ran my hand along and down. I felt every vein, every inch, I wanted to savor every second. I felt my heart beat to of my chest and had to swallow the saliva that was building up in my mouth.

He held onto my cock and led me to a spot just off the path and this seasoned veteran was proving that it was not his first trip to the woods of gay returns. I apparently hit peak hours of the local running trails gay adventurers. I didn’t care, nothing could stop me from dropping to my knees instantly.

This was my favorite part. The unveiling of his hard member was nothing short of perfection. I slowly pulled down his running shorts and suddenly popped out his rock hard, already juicy cock. My heart was beating out of my chest as I inched closer. I ignored the urge just to jam his cock right down my throat with only the lube of his pre-cum to help. His throbbing cock slid slowly into my mouth with ease. In my over zealousness I chocked on my first intake, so much for holding back. He then grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer to his shortly groomed pubes. I could smell his manly aroma wafting from his pubic region. I instinctively pulled away and my eyes watered, I didn’t want to gag already. After I backed away, I took a deep breath and I knew I was going back in for more. My mouth went back and forth on his pulsating cock to where Escort bayan Ankara I did not notice a stranger approaching. He came up from behind, shot a smirk at Jax, and grabbed my head in one strong motion. In one motion pulled my hair, yanked it back and said,

“You like sucking on that big dick don’t you slut?” Then after a short pause, “you got room for one more?”

I instinctively replied,

“Yeah so give me yours you fucking bitch”

A warmness washed over me that I had never experienced before. Not only was this the first time I had been adventurous enough to fuck a stranger outdoors but I had never fucked two guys at once. My endorphins were running at. And all time high and the pure erotic excitement of the moment had me more confident than ever, I was someone else in that moment. I was their bitch, their slave, I gave in to the ecstasy and I’d suck every man who walked by at that moment of erotic euphoria.

This mans’ throbbing cock was just as large as Jax’s if not bigger. He stood a very muscular 6’4″, beyond toned describable as spartan warrior state, and I could almost taste the protein shake he had earlier through his veined member. His cock was already in my hand and just like the top of his head, waxed to hairlessness, and clean. A shorter and well kept beard with night black curly hair. He was not fucking around and I didn’t care what happened next as long as I was plowed by these gods of men.

Both had their cocks in-hand, one on each shoulder like I had just won the beautiful cock lottery and now receiving my prize. I took the two cocks back and forth, one after the other as these two men engaged in hardcore making-out. I was in paradise, if paradise meant about to be filled with man meat and ready to be tenderized. After awhile, Jax pulled me off his shimmering, veiny monster of a cock and threw me to the ground. I was harder than I have ever been and the front of my shorts was covered in oozing pre-cum. I threw off my shorts revealing my neon green jock. The two men cracked a smile and tossed me over together in tandem. Jax dived right in and went straight for my hole.

The euphoric feeling of receiving his drenched tongue penetrating my tight hole. I let out a groan that could be heard for miles. The other man quickly slapped his hand around my mouth and gestured me to shut up. He then replaced his hand with his cock and slipped it in already tickling the back of my throat with my mouth only making it half way down. He thrust again angling his cock down even Bayan escort Ankara further and my nose almost broke with the force of his pelvis thrusting forward. I coughed but he held on to my head and pinched my nose. I chocked on his dripping dick and let out a moan from the enormous pleasure. They were demoralizing me and making me their bitch and I loved it.

I pulled back and took his cock in my hand and worked it. Slobbering everywhere, now I could work his slippery cock in and out of my mouth with ease. I was so concentrated on his cock that I was surprised when a cock entered my loosened asshole and with a yelp. Jax has finished naturally lubing my ass with his tongue and his cock entered me with a sharp pain. A pleasurable pain sent shockwave through my body which quickly turned to pleasure. After the pain subsided and my eyes rolled back in pleasure. I was getting worked like the school boy bitch and I deserved it. This was beyond any of the consensual, regular fuckings of me and my ex. This was how you were meant to be fucked. This was primal, it was raw and it was rough. Every time he entered me it felt more pleasurable and each time I moaned and each time my moan was met with the man in front of me massaging the back of my throat with his cock. I worked his dick with my tongue.

I demanded, “give me your cum, now.”

The mysterious man replied,

“Oh, you will get your load you selfish bitch.”

I worked his cock and felt the beginning of his muscles seize. He let out a moan and my mouth was filled with the biggest load I have ever taken. He quickly closed my nose and mouth and ordered me to swallow. I obliged. All this was unfolding in front of Jax and I could feel him fuck me faster and faster. I was his little slut to be shamed. Jax exhaled deeply and pulsated on top of me as he finished. I could feel his cock, deep inside me let out its juices. I felt every squirt fill my anus more.

He then pushed me down to the ground. I felt like a slut as I laid there wanting more. The god of a man took a few deep breaths, put back on his pants, and walked away. Jax picked me up, gave me one last kiss and before walking away into the night,

“Tomorrow, same time, same place, your ass better be ready. I’ll bring more friends.”

I swallowed in anticipation.

These forest trails will keep my secrets. The mystifying muscled man had already vanished into what was now the dark and starry night.

I collapsed back down to the ground not even worried about putting back on my clothes just yet and gazed up at the sky. Cum still oozing out of my spit soaked ass. I had been fucked so hard and I sat there in the grass a sweaty mess soaking up every detail.

I found the way back to my house, my legs gave way as I fell onto the couch. My eyes closed and I drifted along into the perfect wet dream. I got my fill.

A consistent theme in life is being uncomfortable. With the hole I’ve dug, let’s call it luck that the dirt isn’t being dusted on top of me.

The local ‘Mob’ recruited me as the unfortunate sap that needed debts paid. I barely had enough for the bus to my shit job, being hounded by two hospitals for medical stays from identity theft, and having everything but a mattress and mini fridge taken by ‘repo’ men. When they’d found me, I said I’d do whatever they asked. Wished I hadn’t said that.

After selling some shoddy products, I caught the eye of one of the head bosses, one that loved boys young and eager to please a sugar daddy. If it had less of a chance of me getting shot, I took it. Then I met him, and he was essentially a toad. Not much taller than me, stress wrinkles, sores, yellow teeth… and he was so round in the belly that he looked six months pregnant. I was only allowed to call him Mr. Gable.

I had to parade around in whatever he asked, wherever he needed me to be. That meant from his apartment, office, bathhouse, club, and meetings. He at least had the courtesy of clothing me in front of bosses at meetings, but anywhere else meant silk undies in pinks, purples, reds, and blues. Sometimes a thong, sometimes a chastity or apron, but more often than not, naked with a full face of make up.

I won’t lie… the make up made my knees weak…

Until this point, I hadn’t let myself feel good about who called out to me inside. Dressing up was something I wanted to do privately… Before my life went downhill and I was sold to a toad that made me push the thoughts of being pretty away… Though with the money Mr. Gable had given me, the people and places I owed were less things to worry about. That was unless I refuse something he wanted to do.

Mr. Gable promised he’d listen to what I liked or didn’t, promising that my body was still mine. Six months went by and he crept over the line of what he wanted, way past what we’d talked about. He held my balls in a vice, threatening to cut my throat and keep my limp body as a sex toy. One thing I hated was voyeurism, something that crept out from him day one. When I refused at his bathhouse, he stood up, looked back at his associates as he held up a finger, then smacked the fuck out of me with his ham of a fist.

Not a second later, he tore off the apron I’d had on, took a handful of my hair, and asked me to repeat myself. I did, my answer not changing. I heard the air of his arm reeling back but not for the swing at me. Only a voice that addressed him sternly.

“Hit him again and I’ll show you what happens.”

“You stay out of this.” Mr. Gable grumbled at the mystery man. “This territory is mine, as is this bitch. I own her and do as I please.”

“Your business is just that. In my presence, we do things in a civil manner. Not like animals. Because upstairs would have a lot to say.”

When mystery man said that, Mr. Gable let go of my hair and sent me home for the night. I was used to what he’d do by that point… but someone stopping it was a shock to me. Who was the guy that stopped him? And would I feel the backlash of it when I was called to him again?

—-

I found out later that night when Mr. Gable messaged me to come to his apartment. Entering, there were three men in the lobby, carefully directing me to a private elevator. On the way up, I was escorted by an armed guard to Mr. Gable’s door, then let in by one of the higher ups I’d seen before. He smiled warmly, and it was… weird. These guys never smiled. Ever. Rounding the corner, more ranked members stood posted, another man in front of a draped chair.

He was in a red suit, black shirt, and white tie, trimmed grey beard and hair. When he started talking, a knot tied itself in my stomach when I realized it was the mystery man. Though it was the wrong time to acknowledge this, he was hot as fuck…

“Hi there dear. We haven’t officially met but I wanted to do this in person. The man you were charged to has been relieved of that task. Consider it a gift…” He said with a gentle grin.

“But… why?” I finally said, mouth dry and body shaking.

Keeping his subtle smile, the man stepped forward. “Mr. Gable’s been a problem for some time under our operations. He let some of the details on how you can into his ownership slip. Being the man I am, you seem better suited for myself and not a ‘toad’, I think his subordinates called him.”

I bit my lip to not laugh. Even Mr. Gable’s loyal crew thought he was a slimy toad. And that was an insult to toads. The sheet covering the chair wriggled around, making one of the posted higher ups smack what was moving, saying to shut the fuck up. Lifting a hand, mystery man took the sheet and pulled to reveal Mr. Gable, dressed in a little of everything he forced me to wear. Even the make up didn’t make him look better.

Ripping the tape off of his mouth, mystery man addressed him.

“Got something to say Mr. Gable?”

“Fuck you and that pixie whore. He’ll Ankara bayan escort bend the knee to escape how good I was to him. With you, he’ll be worse than dead.”

Raising an eyebrow, mystery man reached a thumb under Mr. Gable’s tongue, hooking the jaw and yanking forward. “Tsk tsk. And I thought you’d keep your mouth shut.”

The mystery man started snapping his fingers, someone pulling out a gun and walking over to me. I flinched, thinking I would get shot. But I turned to see mystery man holding out a pair of silk gloves, pink and stitched with revenge on the palms. Frozen, he slipped them on my hands, his eyes seemed to glitter, showing hints of green though they were solid brown. Feeling the perfect fit of the gloves, I also could tell they were lined… As the gun was put in my hand, mystery man’s smile made me shiver.

“Show him what he’s worth.”

“But Mister…” I said shyly.

“Shh. No more of that.” He spoke reassuringly. “We’ll sort things as you clean your past.”

As he said that, it hit me. I was being given a chance to fuck with the pig that hurt me for almost eight months… And be taken in by a handsome stranger… But was there any truth to what Mr. Gable said about this guy? If he was dangerous. No matter how clouded my mind ended up, I was given a choice for the first time in what turned out to be forever. Killing meant I would be bound to whoever mystery man was… Yet even for a while, it was better than a lifetime with Mr. Gable.

Taking firm hold of the gun, mystery man stepped aside, letting me see Mr. Gable in his full toad pig glory. He went to say something but I didn’t hear it over the sound of my first shot at his wrinkly pig dick. Following it up, his stomach bled and leaked, then it was the last to the head. Had I ever killed before? No. But this was a dream come true.

Lowering the gun, one of the men nearby took it from my hand and sealed it in a case, mystery man saying to melt the metal down. Another associate took the gloves off of me and mystery man put his jacket over my shoulders. Looking up at him, he kissed my forehead, making my trick knee tremble a bit.

“Ready to go home?” He whispered.

“Yes…” I whispered back while leaning into him.

Cradling my head, we walked out of the apartment and down the hall to another elevator. Leading me out the back way, we sat in a car, having him get me in first then himself. Being held in his arms during the ride, it felt natural to cuddle up to him. Partially due to how comforting I found him and how excited I was from what happened. Traumatic, slightly. But overall, my heart was running laps. Listening to his heart, my body relaxed and his hand petting my head set the calm in deeper.

Hearing the dividing window close between us and the driver, mystery man spoke freely.

“Now that you’ve had a bit to cool off, ready to introduce yourself?”

Clearing my throat, I stared up at him. “My name’s Yuris… Yuris Kirkland.”

“Beautiful name.” He expressed in a low voice.

“Can… I know your name?” I dared to ask.

Smiling, he laughed, kind of a deep bubbling laugh. Dragging his fingertips along my cheek, his head nodded. “I don’t usually. But to earn your trust, I’ll tell you. It’s Unik. Unik Terrence.”

Reaching carefully, I brushed his beard with my fingers. How soft it was… “I can get used to that over Mr. Gable.”

His arms wrapped around me, petting my head as he held me. “Good… Because you’re home now Yuris.”

Lulled by the warmth of freedom, I kept quiet and didn’t deny his touch. Half asleep, we reached where we needed to be. Not wanting me to wake up, Unik carried me from the car and inside, the driver opening the door for him and leaving the keys. In the welcoming dark, he ascended the stairs and took me to his room. Blushing, I felt somewhat like a mob bride, my groom killing for me to be sure no one could have me but him.

Laying me down, I squirmed, smiling sleepily up at him and biting my lip. Horniness and sleepiness fought in my head when anyone else might have screamed at the chaos or dropped into a PTSD fit after killing someone. This was bliss… and I wanted an eternal night with Unik. Sitting beside me, his large hand rested on my stomach, rubbing like I was a kitten.

“Comfortable dear?” He asked.

“Yes.” I replied simply.

“Heh glad to hear. It’s rather late now. I have some work that still needs doing. So you get acquainted with the house, freshen up, fill that belly of yours.”

“Unik?”

“Yes?”

“You gonna take me everywhere?”

Shaking his head, his free hand traced my face. “No no. You’ll be free to do as you like. Whether finding work, being entertained, maybe enjoying a lavish taste of what’s available.”

“Are… there rules?” I asked nervously.

Tilting his head a bit, he leaned down, lips hovering close to mine. “Only a few. Will you be a good pet and listen?”

Nodding automatically, he spoke low Escort bayan Ankara against my lips but enough for me to hear.

“One, your loyalty is to me. No stepping out on me. Unless you want a ticket to hell, along with whoever. Two, matters of my business stay in this house. What I share with you is no one else’s. Three, we’re partners. No secrets.”

“And four?”

With a soft peck to my lips, his hand wandered from my stomach down to between the legs. Rubbing lightly, I felt drippy and wet. “Just be my sweet sissy… And I’ll be your older stud. Got me?”

“I got you.” I managed weakly.

Moving my arms, they wrapped around his neck and shoulders, begging for another kiss. Obliging, his lips parted with mine, tongue swirling slightly as we gripped and kissed more. If my panties weren’t wet before, they were drenched at how tender Unik had been to me. I wanted more, craved it even. Feeling him pull away, I whimpered for him to come in for another kiss.

“Now now Yuris. Let’s not overexcite you.”

“I want everything… right now… give it to me… please.”

“Shh shh. I told you there’s business I need to attend to. I’ll be back soon.”

“Such a tease daddy…”

Smirking, he gave me one more kiss, rubbing my belly again. “Just a touch. Now, do as I ordered.”

“Yes daddy.”

Releasing my grip, I gently cupped his cheek and chin, his soft grey feeling a bit scruffy despite being neat. A kiss to my hand and he stood up, winking as he slipped his jacket away from me and fit it onto his body and left out the front door. As my body stopped tingling long enough, I pulled my clothes off bit by bit, leaving just the black lace panties. Moving from my back, I leaned beside the bed, imagining Unik behind me, and moved the string covering my asshole aside.

Slipping one finger in, I easily came, leaving a splatter of cum on the rosewood floor. Not stopping, I paced faster until I came again, more so than the first time. The thought of him… pulling me in so quickly… I wondered what was up in my head. Then again, whether it was lust, love, or survival, I wondered what else Unik could do to me.

—-

Not wanting to start off on the wrong foot, I cleaned up the mess I made first, wiped off any excess mess that was left from my overeager cock, and put the towels in the hamper. Washing my hands in the huge bathroom, which was black marble with gold and green adornments, I dressed again and snooped around. I wished there was a drawer for me picked out already… then I could get prim and ready for Unik when he gets back.

Leaving that for the moment, I browsed the house. The living room was bigger than my old apartment, dining room looked like a restaurant, and the kitchen was a restaurant… with a cook in it? Waving at her, she waved back, saying that Unik requested I was given a little bit of everything. There was a vegetarian quiche, a steak salad, and a chicken entree with a dessert… Christ, if I wasn’t gonna die from gunshots, I’d die of high blood pressure. Pulling up a chair for me, she said everything was taken care of and to enjoy the meal.

Remembering my phone, I popped it out, screen cracked, but watched YouTube as I tried to dig into the mountain of food. The first bite… my body smacked me with dopamine. Since he liked me readily available for his needs, I hadn’t done much eating with the toad or in general for the last seven months now. Real food I was obligated to try and eat… I was starting to question if I died and this was a twisted heaven.

Having my fill of food and wine, given courtesy of the meal, I started boxing everything up and put it in the fridge. That’s when I noticed not much was in there. Guess having a small stomach meant my new beau had a lot to eat. Strolling through some of the halls, everything was decorated with the best, making this sissy feel like they were in a castle. Rounding back toward the stairs, I saw a box tied in a bow. Nosy me pulled it open, and I almost dropped it realizing what was inside. An outfit for me.

Before digging through, I rushed back upstairs, placing the open box on the bed and started to run a bath. Trying to be patient, I said I’d only take out one thing. Feeling a bottle, I took it out to examine: rose oil for a bath. Magic… Pouring enough in, the scent tickled me a shade of pink and gave me butterflies. Say what you want, but I was a happy captive.

Taking off my shirt and pants, my hands ran over the lace panties I was wearing. It made excited again, the material stretching and making my cock almost too big for it. I had to calm down if I wanted to be a good boy for Unik’s arrival. Shimmying out of my panties, my hardness sprung loose, burning a bit just in the steamy air while waiting for the tub. Getting the temperature right, I dipped my toes in and eased into the sweet rose oil water.

Laying there, the bath pink and milky, I bit my lip and washed myself slowly, all the while trying not Bayan escort Ankara to get too excited. Being diligent, I got every crease, line, fold, and private place, content that I’d be rewarded for my femininity. And for once, I embraced that soft, frilly side without stopping. Feeling I cleaned off everywhere, I took a towel and pat myself dry. The tiles were heated… but not too much. Going to the sink, I flossed, brushed my teeth, rinsed, then flossed again. A good sissy has a clean mouth after all.

Taking a robe off the wall, I inhaled, smelling Unik’s musk left behind. Holding it tighter, I finally dug through the box to see what else would be there waiting for me. Feeling like a cloud, I pulled out a red nightgown. Running my hand over, it was satin with silk. Curious of what else was there, I pulled out a bra of the same material, accented with black, with panties that were red and black. A smile tried not to surface but did anyhow.

Digging more, there was also a jockstrap, silk boxers, perfume, cologne, a razor and shaving cream. Shaking my head slightly, I thought of what was in the box. Unik wasn’t sure what I liked but left anything he could think of for me. It was oddly sweet, especially for just meeting me in passing for so long. I wasn’t sure what he liked, but decided to go full girly.

Thankfully, it was an electric razor and safe to put everywhere. Going back to the tub, I stood inside, and flipped the switch on. First went the stubble, then went the legs, armpits, around the cock and balls, ass, and other spots. With a happy rinse, I was entirely smooth… The feeling of my own skin gave me goosebumps, between feeling sexy and looking presentable as the lady I let come out. Slipping on the silk satin undies and bra, the feeling of them without body hair made me excited, the robe hoping to hide that.

I peeked in the box one more time, finding the perfume and… holy goddamn there’s make up in here. Here’s hoping I don’t cut my eye or mess up my lip. The only thing I couldn’t fix was my hair… I hope it doesn’t frizz up. I couldn’t linger on that thought for too long before looking at the mirror and seeing Unik staring back at me.

Either it was his smile, or that I was all pretty at the right time. But I clenched my legs together nervously, wondering what was on his mind.

—-

“You look amazing…” He said warmly as he walked up behind me.

Blushing, I looked down, still clenching my thighs. “I… wasn’t sure if this is what you like… Or a cute boy in a jockstrap.”

His energy radiated behind me, making my stomach squeeze. Looking over, his strong hand was beside mine, while the other tilted my chin up to make me look at myself in the mirror.

“This… is you. Who you want to be is what I’ll like.”

“Daddy?” I asked with an inflection, my hand slipping over his.

“Yes dear?”

“I want… another name.”

“A girl name.”

“Not just a girl. Your girl.”

Turning my head, Unik stared me down, making my panties stretch to hold the burning erection I had in place. Leaning down, he kissed my lips, saying a name without another thought. “Natalia.”

“Someone you lost?”

Shaking his head, he kissed me again then answered. “The woman of my dreams.”

Letting go, I turned and jumped onto Unik, being caught and walked to the room. As much as I wanted words, neither of us had any to say. His hands laid me against the mattress, opening my robe and showing what he picked out. Our lips parted as hands explored, mine unzipping his belt and fishing for his cock, and mine easily popping from under stretched panties. Though I couldn’t see, Unik’s cock pulsed as I wrapped my fingers round, a decent length and even better thickness…

A mix of sweat and precum made the skin of his shaft slippery, making him growl with my light touches. In return, his hands were firm while grabbing at me, hand and fingers stroking quickly. I couldn’t help moaning into his mouth, not being able to take this long tease. I got bold and pulled his tie hard, our bodies shifting closer. So much that the head of him teased my shaved asshole.

“Does my girl want to be fucked?” He panted, hand wrapped gently around my throat.

“Until I scream to stop.” I blurted out.

Getting my wish, I was put on my stomach, ass toward Unik, panties being yanked off my legs and robe covering around me. Laying with his belly on my back not on his full weight, his arm gripped my waist, the other holding my torso. Secure in his hold, his cock head pushed in, legs twitching as felt him inching balls deep. With half of his length inside, he slammed the rest in to fill me, making me grip his tie again. Squeezed tight to him, mind blanking as Unik was pounding inside me, asshole tensing and relaxing as he took me, bodies clapping, rubbing and gushing wet sounds.

Our hips were aligned just right, letting him thrust hard and fast as I bounced to keep his pace. Unik grunted and growled, being possessive as I tried to lay on my back to look at him yet he gripped tighter. When he did ease up, I held his legs where they were, sure that he wouldn’t stop ruining me. With a sort of sucking noise, his cock left me, turning me to the position I wanted, shoving himself in again, arms cradling me as I ground and bumped on him.

I started going out with a girl called Carroll who I met at the Friday night disco which was held at a local bar.

After we had been out on several dates together, Carroll allowed me to walk her home at the end of the disco together.

We would kiss good night at the side of Carroll’s house. Not much more than continuous lip kissing but I did enjoy it while feeling her tight round ass through her tight jeans. Carroll didn’t object but I don’t think she was ready to go any further and especially not outside next to her parent’s house.

Carroll was about five foot four inches tall with long dark brown hair, a slim body and what looked like a handful of pert breasts but most of all she was very good looking.

Carroll was intelligent and intended to go to college at some point. I fancied the pants off of her from the moment I saw her and I was dying to get in those pants of hers, but I didn’t want to blow my chances with her, so it was steady as she goes.

We had been going out for several weeks when Carroll finally asked me to knock on her door to pick her up as Carroll had now told her mum and dad about me.

Carroll’s mum was eager to meet me, it had to be Carroll’s mum as Carroll’s dad worked as a project manager and usually had to stay away with work, from Monday to Friday but sometimes he had to stay over for weeks at a time.

I knocked on Carroll’s front door and took a step back, the door was opened by a lady in her late thirties dressed in a knee length dark blue dress no shoes who looked just like an older version of Carroll with more hips.

Carroll’s mum said,”please come in you must be Mark.”

I said with a beaming smile,” oh thank you you must be Carroll’s mum, pleased to meet you.”

I got on well with Carroll’s mum, she was always smiling at me, making sure I was fed and watered at times and she was always polite. At times Carroll’s mum looked quite sexy as she was still young having had Carroll at nineteen.

After I had visited Carroll’s house several times Carroll’s mum would Ankara escort let us go into the second lounge where we would listen to music while kissing and fondling each other over our clothes. I always ended up with a rock hard cock. Carroll would then rub my cock until I came in my pants or in the tissues that I had put in my pants.

Carroll wouldn’t let me go any further than rubbing her ass and breasts over her clothing but I would still look forward to our weekly fondle.

One morning I went to Carroll’s quite early as we were going out to the coast for the day.

While I sat watching Carroll make our sandwiches for the picnic Carroll’s mum came in wearing a black baby doll night dress with matching black panties, she did apologize, saying she was sorry for not getting dressed before she came down stairs but she still went and put the kettle on. I could see her round ass filling those black panties and when Carroll’s mum turned round I could see the outline of her nipples through her babydoll top.

Carroll’s mum asked Carroll if she would just pop to the shop for some bread for breakfast before we left while passing me a cup of coffee, saying “I will make you a cup when you come back Carroll.”

Carroll left for the shop and her mum didn’t waste any time, standing in front of me with her legs slightly apart she began to make small talk while I viewed her scantily clad body. Her legs were firm and shapely leading to thin black lace panties with a shapely bulge and brown bush, going further up to a small tummy and a good handful of breast with large nipples and a pretty smiling face with long brown hair.

I felt myself starting to shake a little but there was a feeling between my legs and my cock started to harden which I found a little embarrassing to say the least, but Carroll’s mum just smiled and spoke in a soft voice telling me it looked like I liked what I saw, telling me it was normal. By now my cock was hard sticking out of my trousers like a tent pole. Carroll’s mum Ankara escort bayan bent down and touched the bulge in my trousers while giving me a view down her top of those naked titties, oh fuck.

Carroll’s mum then began rubbing my erect cock though my trousers while I gently side my hand up her leg to her round bum while looking at those titties. I felt my trouser zip being pulled down and a hand reached inside while at the same time I slipped my hand inside those black lace panties onto Carroll’s mum’s slit which was smooth and wet while having a bushy mound. Carroll’s mum told me how thick my cock felt in her hand while gently wanking it until I was getting close to shooting my load over my pants and trousers but we both heard the front door open and my cock was that hard I couldn’t get in back into my trousers. Carroll’s mum told me to run up to the bathroom while following me close behind.

Carroll shouted,” I am back, where are you, Steve where are you?”

Carroll’s mum shouted down,”Mark is in the bathroom and I am getting dressed.”

Carroll went into the kitchen to complete our picnic and pour herself a well deserved cup of coffee.

Carroll’s mum came into the bathroom took off her top and began to wank me while I massaged one of her breasts with one hand while massaging one of her bum cheeks with the other. I exploded in no time shooting over the floor. Carroll’s mum told me that we needed to carry this on later. I straightened myself up and then with a smile on my face went down stairs to Carroll.

We both had a great day out by the sea walking a long the beach and eating ice cream. I had a good feel of Carroll’s ass as we walked a long, thinking how nice her mum’s bare ass had felt earlier.

We had our picnic high up on a hill over looking the beach and bay while holding hands which later wondered over each others clothed bodies while we kissed.

We arrived back at Carroll’s house just as the sun was setting, I helped Carroll inside with her picnic bag Escort Ankara and the other things we had taken with us. As I entered the house Carroll’s mum was waiting for us, stood at the bottom of the stairs wearing a short skirt and top and as I walked back outside to get the rest of Carroll’s things while Carroll put the kettle on Carroll’s mum asked if I had enjoyed myself as much as this morning. I turned to face Carroll’s mum who was now sat on the stairs with her legs slightly apart, I could see a straight up her skirt to a shaven pussy.

Carroll’s mum parting her legs further Said with a smile,” yes I have shaved my pussy just for you, do you like it?”

Wide eyed I replied,” yes it looks very nice.”

Then I went to retrieve the rest of the stuff out of the car with that bald pussy on my mind.

After we all had coffee Carroll announced that she was going for a shower to get the sand out of her hair.

As soon as Carroll got to the top of the stairs Carroll’s mum asked me to sit next to her, as I sat down we stared kissing our tongues dancing together while my hands were directed to Carroll’s mum breasts and hard nipples. I pushed her top up and Carroll’s mum directed my mouth to her nipple telling me to gently suck on it. My other hand slipped between her legs and under her skirt.

I was given direction to gently side my finger along her pussy which was very wet, I was directed to gently rub her hard clit which made Carroll’s mum push against my finger and as she started to buck then Carroll’s mum told me to finger her, sliding two fingers in and out of her wet pussy brushing against her G spot brought her off, my fingers became dripping in her sticky juices in what seemed like seconds but it must have been a minute or two. My cock was as stiff as a iron bar trying to burst out of my jeans. Carroll’s mum released my cock and bent down to lick the tip of my cock before taking most of my cock in her mouth slowly sucking on it using her mouth to fuck my cock. I soon shot my load down her throat,

Carroll’s mum swallowed it all and then smiling at me said,” that wasn’t a bad start but we have a long way to go.”

Carroll came down stairs a few minutes later and that was the end of my sexual adventures for that night but that day was just the start of my sexual adventures with Carroll’s mum.

Day Three – Cumslut on the Prowl:

The next morning, Janet felt a little sore from John’s dick, and excited to think of herself as a fully liberated slut. Tonight, she was going to explore this new wild side of herself.

All through the day, she dutifully went to the sessions, but she was too horny to concentrate. She kept eyeing the young graduate students. She stared at their crotches, picturing big balls full of cum and spurting dicks shooting streams of cum into the air. She imagined them splashing her all over with their hot semen.

At every break, she’d chat up a few of them, asking about their research, but mostly using it as an excuse to get close to them. Some were nerdy and cute, while others were hunky and sexy. She flirted with them all subtly, enjoying their reactions. The nerdy ones were awkward and obviously thrilled to have a pretty woman acting interested in them. Those would be fun, she thought, because they would be enthusiastic, to put it mildly, at being seduced by a sexy woman a few years older. The hunky ones looked more like they weren’t surprised she was interesting. They would be confident and sure, and she got moist thinking of their fit young bodies and throbbing cocks.

She liked the idea that she could have any one of these men anytime she decided, but she wanted something different tonight.

The rest of the day went quickly. When the evening came, she dressed in a revealing tank top and short skirt that Mark would never have approved of. She went down to the concierge desk and was pleased to find Bruce, the young man she’d flashed on the first day, working.

“Hello. Nice to see you again,” he said with a little grin.

“Nice to be seen,” she smiled back, “I remember enjoying you seeing me last time”.

He gulped. “I did enjoy it. What can I do for you tonight?”

“I’m thinking of going out tonight, away from the conference. Can you recommend a lively bar where a girl can have a drink, maybe do a little dancing, and meet some fun people?”

“There’s a place over on 3rd Street where I go with my friends sometimes. It tends to be a little crowded most nights. Lots of young singles go there for dates and hookups, so it’s lively, for sure. I think they have live music tonight.”

“”Sounds perfect. Can you be a dear and call me a cab?” She passed him a $10 bill.

“Not quite as nice as the last tip you gave me, but thanks,” he said with a grin.

She smiled and said, “Maybe I can do a little better. Do you have a private place?”

“Come into the office. Nobody’s there after 5:30”

He called over the bellboy to watch the desk and led her into the office.

She pushed him back against the desk and pressed her body against him. She kissed him on his neck and said, “How about a quick blow job?”

He gulped as she knelt down in front of him and opened his pants. She gasped, “It’s so big!” as she pulled out his semi-hard dick and took it into her mouth. It grew to full erection inside her mouth, which felt novel and exciting.

She used her best technique, trying to get him off as quickly as she could. The wild way she slurped and bobbed her head was driving him mad. He felt his orgasm coming on in just a minute.

“Oh God,” he shouted and started spurting in the back of her mouth. Jet after jet filled her mouth, but she was careful not to lose a drop. She kept stroking him and sucking until he was done. Then she leaned back and opened her mouth so he could see it full of semen, then she swallowed and smiled.

“Better?”

“Best tip I’ve ever had,” he said.

“Funny,” she replied, “I was going to say the same thing.”

Smiling as he zipped up, he said, “I’ll get you that cab now.”

On the ride to the club, she thought to herself, “That sets the tone for the evening…”

When she walked into the club, she saw that it was just the kind of place she had in mind. There were lots of young males and females, Ankara bayan escort in small groups and clumps, chatting and drinking. They were college types, obviously out on the town to have some fun, looking to find someone for a short term fling. That was what she was interested in.

She saw a group of 5 guys standing around a table, checking her out. She walked over and said, “Hi, guys. Mind if I join you? I’m new here and all alone. Who wants to buy me a drink?”

“I do!” “Me!” “I do!” “I will!” “Absolutely!”, they all shouted at once.

“One at a time, boys. One at a time…”

One of them went over to the bar and brought back a drink for her. “Feel like a kamikaze, tonight?”.

“Do you mean the drink, or that I’m ready to go down in flames for the glory of the Empire?”, she retorted. “I’d skip the flames part, but otherwise it sounds good.”

She sipped her drink, then gulped it down. “I’m ready for another…”

The drinks and conversation flowed for a while. As she got tipsy, she got hornier, and they could tell, from the suggestive things she was saying and the way she’d lean against one or another of them and put her hands on their chests and arms.

“Is it getting warmer in here, or is it just your body heat?” she said playfully, “or maybe I’m just getting a little drunk. Either way, I’m having a great time.”

The flirting was getting bolder now. One of them, Bob, put his arm around her waist and pulled her close to him. “I think you could use a man like me…” Another, Cliff, came in behind her and nuzzled her neck “No, me. I could make you happier than this clod…”. She could feel his hard cock against her ass. Another boy named Dave pushed them away and said, “Unhand her, you barbarians! She’s mine,” laughing. The other two, Elon and Frank, said, “Hey, what about us?”

“Now, now, boys. There’s plenty of me to go around. You just have to wait your turn.”

The drinks made her need to pee, so she excused herself to the ladie’s room. She found it down a hallway in the back. There were 6 unisex bathrooms, all private. “Hmm, that’s perfect,” she thought. Then she saw a couple coming out of one of them looking flushed and realized they were private for a reason.

When she got back, the boys were still vying for who got to be closest to her. She said, “Come on guys. You’re all too cute. I can’t choose among you. Maybe I need to conduct personal interviews.”

Choosing randomly, she took Frank by the hand and led him back toward the bathroom.

Once inside, she came close and kissed him. Then she said, “Now what have you got to offer a girl?” as she squeezed the bulge in his pants.

She slid down his chest to her knees and undid his pants. She pulled them down and saw his cock straining against his boxer shorts and a wet patch where his precum was leaking. She pulled those down and his cock sprang out, almost hitting her in the face. It was a nicely shaped, average sized cock.

“Oh, that’s very nice,” she breathed. She took it in her hand and took the head in her mouth and rolled her tongue around it. She loved the smell and taste of it and the groans he made as she began to suck and stroke. She was after cock and cum tonight and didn’t want to waste any time on subtleties.

“I bet I can make you cum in under 3 minutes,” she said. She played with the tip and then tried to see how deep she could take it. Sucking and slurping, she worked his cock, cupping his balls, rubbing his ass, and basically going wild to get him off. He responded, moaning, groaning, and thrusting into her mouth.

Soon, she could tell he was getting close, so she pulled away to look at his cock and said, “Give me your cum…”. She stroked his cock faster and faster, licking the head when he pushed it close. When she saw the first spurt coming out, she put her mouth on it and caught blast after blast of thick cum in her mouth. She used Escort bayan Ankara her tongue and hands to coax out the last drops, then smiled up at him and swallowed.

“Oh, my God. That was fantastic,” he said, breathless. “Did I pass the interview?”

“Remains to be seen,” she said, “Go back out and send in Bob.”

A couple of minutes later, there was a hesitant knock on the door. She unlocked it and let Bob in.

“I suppose Frank told you I wanted to see you?”

“He didn’t say much, in fact. He was kind of red and out of breath. Is this what I think it is?”

She kissed him hard and deep, and he could taste the salty cum on her tongue when she Frenched him. “Indeed, it is,” she whispered.

She knelt down again, and undid his pants. The cock that popped out this time was much bigger. It wasn’t in a class with John from yesterday, but it was long and thick.

“Ooo, very, very nice,” she said, “You’re about to get the blow job of your life.”

He caught his breath as she brought it close to her mouth. She ran her lips up and down the shaft, then took as much of it into her mouth as she could without gagging. Her head bobbed up and down.

He reached down to fondle her braless tits through her shirt. The feel of his hands on her nipples sent a thrill through her whole body. She squirmed, feeling her pussy starting to get wet. It was nice and she wanted to have him touch her there, too, but tonight nothing was going to stop her from making him cum in her mouth.

She picked up her pace of licking and sucking. She ran her hands over his ass and thighs, noticing his hard muscles as she sucked his hard dick.

Suddenly and without warning, she felt her mouth start to fill up with cum. It was a lot and some leaked out around his pistoning cock and ran down her chin. She noticed that it had a sweeter flavor that Frank’s, and she swirled it around in her mouth before swallowing.

After they both caught their breath, she said, “Wow, that was nice. You eat a lot of fruit, don’t you?”

“I aim to please, ma’am.”

She gave his dick a little squeeze and said, “Send in the next one”.

Less than a minute later, Elon opened the door and slipped inside. He was the tallest of the group and really towered over her.

She dropped to her knees and she started rubbing his crotch. “This is the position I’m interviewing you for. I think you’ll be able to handle the duties. It’s a hands-on interview…”

“I’ll be glad to answer any questions or perform any tasks you may require,” he said hoarsely.

Smiling, she dropped his pants and took out his cock. Without any preliminaries, she started sucking it. It was long, but on the thin side. It was oozing precum, salty and slick, which she lapped up with glee.

She was getting good at these quickie blowjobs and it didn’t take long before he was ready to cum. This time, she pulled back and jacked him off into her mouth so she could watch his jizz shoot out. Most of it went in her mouth but some of it splashed up by her nose and onto her chin. When he was done, she took his still throbbing cock in her mouth and sucked out the last drops, then swallowed.

She left the cum on her face where it was. It made her feel extra slutty, so she said, “Go back out and tell the last two to come in together.”

While she waited, she took out her phone and snapped a couple of cumfaced selfies for her growing collection.

In a couple of minutes, Dave and Cliff came in.

Dave said, “Hi gorgeous. You called for us?”

Cliff pointed to the cum on her face and said, “We heard there’s a party in your mouth and everybody’s cumming.”

She grinned and said, “That’s right. Whip them out, studs.”

She took her top off and they took the cue to take their pants and shirts off so they were completely naked. They stood in front of her, dicks erect and pointing right at her.

She Bayan escort Ankara reached up to take one in each hand. They were nice, big dicks, well matched for size. She stroked them and said, “The one who cums first gets to cum first,” with a wicked little chuckle.

They came closer and she began to suck first one, then the other. She’d stroke one with her hand while sucking the other, then switch. As they became more excited, she pulled them down to rub their dicks on her bare tits. Soon she was glazed with their precum.

She pulled them back up to her mouth together so the heads were touching and began to lick them both at once. They seemed comfortable with the contact and tried to both go into her mouth at once.

She couldn’t quite fit them, so she began suck one while rubbing the other against her cheek. They liked this and began to thrust faster.

She picked up the pace and tried to sense who was getting closer to cumming. She wanted to control it so they’d both cum at once. In another minute, they were both in a frenzy and it was clear they were ready.

Cliff was in her mouth when he started to shoot. She pulled it out and aimed it at her face. His semen came out in powerful spurts that sent ropes splashing on her cheek and up to her forehead. The sight of that set Dave off and he started to squirt thick jizz on her lips. His was less powerful but thicker, and it covered her cheeks and dripped down her chin.

She was completely glazed and she’d never felt sluttier, sexier, or hornier than she did right now.

“Get dressed and let’s go back out,” she said. She pulled her tank top over her head slowly, being careful not to touch the cum on her face. When they were ready, they opened the door and walked back to the table where the other guys waited.

Some people noticed her jizz-smeared face as she went by, but didn’t say anything. “Maybe they just can’t believe what they’re seeing is real,” she thought to herself.

When she got to the table, the guys were stunned to see her casually walk up covered in semen. They had a tray of kamikazes waiting for her and she downed one, then a second.

“After intensive interviews, I’ve decided Bob is the winner,” she announced. Without another word, she took Bob’s hand and led him back to the bathroom.

This time, she didn’t kiss him and didn’t hesitate. She pulled her panties down, turned around and pulled her skirt up. “I want that big dick inside me… Tell me I’m a cumslut”

He pulled his dick out and bent her over. “You’re one incredible cumslut and I can’t wait to fuck you.” Her pussy was sopping wet and he slid in easily. He started pumping away.

His dick was the biggest of the lot (though not as big as John’s had been) and she was so worked up after sucking off 5 guys in the last half hour that it didn’t take more than a minute for her to start cumming. She pushed back against him and held onto the counter as she shuddered and stifled a cry. Her orgasm was HUGE this time. Her body convulsed as Bob struggled to stay buried deep inside her, and then began to tremble all over

This was too much for him. “I’m gonna cum…”

“Wait! I want it on my face!” she said, still gasping for breath. She quickly pulled away, and got on her knees in front of him just as he started to cum for his second time. She grabbed his cock and jerked him right onto her face. His first shot went across her face and into her hair, then she aimed the rest into her mouth. She let him fill her mouth, then put her mouth on his cock to suck out the last bit.

She released his dick with a ‘pop’ and he stepped back shakily to admire her. She smiled, then swallowed with a gulp.

“Whew! That was intense.”

“Am I slutty enough for you?”

He looked at her cum covered face and at the cum dripping down her chin and onto the floor, and pointed to the mirror where she could see herself. “You tell me. When have you ever seen a bigger cumslut?”

She did look like something out of the end of a porn movie. She had the jizz of six cumshots in her belly and on her face. Slutty enough, indeed, she decided.

She cleaned up and went out to have another drink, then thanked the guys and headed back to the hotel. Tomorrow was another day.

At the same time that Danielle Charante had been getting off from watching her boss, Manuel, put her two beautiful colleagues through their erotic paces, intern Candace had been visiting her boyfriend, Kyle.

It started when she received a text, pinging just as she was wrapping up the workday:

“Hey…I have the house to myself for the next 5 hours….”

Candace grinned and typed back, “I’ll be over in 30 – you won’t believe my day today.”

Kyle replied with a thumbs up and a question mark.

In a short thereafter, Candace burst through the front door of Kyle’s house, still dressed in her provocative attire from work.

Kyle, dressed in swim trunks and nothing else, looked her over from the kitchen as she approached through the foyer, a shopping bag in one hand and car keys in the other, her heels clicking on the hard floor.

His review of her ensemble started at her feet, noting the strappy navy sandals that gave her slender calves a taut, tapered look. His gaze continued up, over the short, matching navy skirt that showed her toned, tanned thighs, to her pale pink, tight chemise blouse that made her look particularly top-heavy.

He felt a lurch in his groin, then looked at her model-beautiful face, framed by long, almost white-blonde hair, now being worn down. Her ice-blue eyes met his.

“I am the luckiest dude in the world,” Kyle thought.

“You’ll never believe my day,” exclaimed Candace.

“Why – what happened,” said Kyle, thinking more about undressing Candace than how her day might have gone.

“So, remember that time you were playing “I Never” and you didn’t believe I had never fooled around with another girl?”

“Yeah?” said Kyle, nonplussed. Candace put the bag and the keys on the kitchen counter and strode up until she was inches from Kyle. She looked up, her eyes meeting his, and broke into a huge grin. “Well now I have,” she said, with satisfaction.

“Wait – you what?” Kyle paused, processing this information.

Candace suddenly saw that this news wasn’t necessarily an unmitigated good thing.

“You fooled around with another chick?” Kyle repeated. “Like how? Who? When?”

“Baby, I thought you’d be happy – you like lesbian porn and all.”

“Candace, that’s fantasy – I mean, it’s kind of like you cheated on me with a chick.” He couldn’t help but produce a pouty look.

“Baby…I didn’t mean to hurt you…it just sort of happened…and I thought you would think it was hot….” Candace feigned a pout in reply.

Kyle paused as he contemplated if he should be more upset or turned on.

“Well, I mean…it is hot. I mean I guess. Who was the other girl? Wait let me guess…it was Hannah.” Kyle was referring (hopefully) to Candace’s hot friend, the tall brunette whose provocative swimsuit pics on Instagram Kyle had secretly masturbated to many times.

“No!” Candace shrieked.

“Uhhh, Ellie?”

“Ew NO!” repeated Candace. “I would never Ankara bayan escort fool around with a best friend like that!”

“Well who, then?” asked Kyle. An awkward silence hung in the air.

Candace looked down at her feet. “Someone at work,” she confessed.

Kyle’s jaw dropped. Candace noted his reaction.

“Yeah, I know – crazy, right? I went to lunch with this lady Danielle – she’s a former Parisian model and beautiful even though she’s like in her twenties or thirties or something.

Anyway, we went to this lingerie store after lunch and she got me trying stuff on in the dressing room and she started feeling up my tits and you know how sensitive my nipples are. One thing led to another and well….” Her voice trailed off for a moment.

Kyle’s mind was reeling. His girlfriend had cheated on him with an older woman who was a model in a lingerie store. Was she kidding? She must be kidding.

“She made me cum, Kyle,” Candace said, quietly, wincing as she said it.

“I made her cum, too.”

Kyle, still conflicted, but increasingly turned on by her confession, hesitated, and then asked, “Did she use her fingers or her mouth?”

Candace almost laughed at how quickly Kyle’s little head could overrule his big head.

“Both, actually. And I did the receiving and then the giving, too.”

Candace noticed his swim trunks had tented. She stepped forward and closed her manicured fingers on the bulge pointing down and toward his left leg.

“Is this turning you on, baby?” Candace purred as she looked in his eyes. “Is my boyfriend getting hard hearing about his girlfriend getting seduced by an older woman?”

Kyle nodded and smiled sheepishly. Then he found his voice. “I think you’ve been naughty, Candace. You need to make this up to me.”

Candace’s frosted lip gloss formed a pout, and she ran her pink fingernails slowly over his bare chest and down over his rippled abs.

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do to make it up to you, baby. Maybe I should start by sucking you off right here in your mom’s kitchen.”

Kyle’s cock surged at her dirty talk. “That sounds like a good start,” he replied.

Candace’s smile widened and she slowly lowered herself into a squat on her heels, her fingers now working the laces of his swim trunks and peeling them down, revealing Kyle’s throbbing six inches, sticking straight out.

It was barely an inch from Candace’s perfect face, her eyes still locked on his. He stepped out of the trunks at his ankles, now completely nude and erect in front of this still-dressed and quite alluring blossoming seductress.

“I better get more comfortable,” Candace asserted, slowly unbuttoning her blouse and keeping her eyes locked on Kyle’s, while his cock bobbed in time to his heartbeat.

As she shucked off her chemise, Kyle was treated to more than an eyeful of cleavage bursting from her tight, undersized pink brassiere.

“Don’t Escort bayan Ankara take the bra off yet,” Kyle ordered.

“Your wish is my command, sir,” Candace smirked. Kyle could feel her hot breath on his cock, causing a churn in his balls. Still maintaining eye contact, Candace parted her glossy, frosted lips and Kyle watched the head of his cock disappear inside her mouth.

At that moment, he let out a groan, feeling her hot, wet mouth envelop his cock head. Candace moaned around his cock head and began to suckle on it. Kyle felt as if she was trying to coax his cum from his balls through his cock like she was sucking on a fat straw. It was an exquisite combination – the feel of her hot, wet mouth and the view of such a perfect, feminine girl transformed into such a wanton cocksucker.

“No hands, just your mouth, Candie,” Kyle ordered, feeling entitled to be bossy.

Candace kept her hands to herself, behind her back, her tits thrust out, held by the almost-bursting lace of her bra. Her nipples couldn’t help but be noticeably erect as well, poking through.

Kyle’s thrusts became more forceful, his cock pushing the back of Candace’s throat. She gagged a couple times but kept up the eye contact with a look that almost dared him to not to cum. He wouldn’t last long. It was all too hot.

“To punish you for being such a naughty slut, I am going to cum all over your face,” Kyle declared.

“Mmmm” was all Candace could say in reply as her mouth was overflowing with saliva and cock.

Another minute of fucking Candace’s mouth, and Kyle was ready to blow.

“Here it comes!” cried Kyle.

His first blast began while the head was still in Candace’s mouth, a decent shot that momentarily gagged her. He then stroked his cock, allowing a few decent blobs to drop on her upturned, perfect face.

He always wondered why some pornstars could shoot such massive loads, and with such force. He was not similarly gifted, but it still felt so good.

Candace, on the other hand, felt Kyle’s hot cum on her face and, rather than be grossed out, reveled in it. She brought a manicured hand up to her face and rubbed his cum over her face and then pushed it into her mouth. She then leaned forward and captured his cock with her lips, using her tongue to tease the sensitive corona.

Kyle shuddered, as the sensation was overwhelming. “Fuck, that’s hot!” he blurted out, grabbing her head so he could pull her off as it got to be too much.

Kyle staggered back and reveled in the sight before him of Candace kneeling, still dressed in the tight skirt, stilettos, and pink bra, her model-perfect face also dressed up – in gobs of cum.

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After grabbing a bite to eat with Kyle, Candace dropped Kyle back at his house and drove home to her parents’ house.

As Candace closed the door to her room, she immediately started to disrobe, again removing her Bayan escort Ankara blouse and undoing her skirt. She looked at her body in the full length mirror, appraising her tan, her shape, the way her boobs strained at the cups of her bra, the way the string of her thong snagged on her hip bone, the slight camel toe, her toned thighs and tapered calves, her slender, almost fragile ankles, and her perfectly pedicured feet with her slightly upturned big toes.

Candace thought she looked a bit like the country singer Carrie Underwood, but more top heavy and bigger, almond-shaped eyes.

Candace began to run her hands over her breasts, soon enough pulling on her gumdrop nipples. Slowly she undid her bra and shucked it off, her heaving tits now aching to be played with. Her right hand slid down, below her thong, where she felt the baby-soft lips of her pussy, warm and moist. She had lingered in horniness since her experience with Danielle earlier in the day, the fire further stoked by her blowjob. Unfortunately, Kyle had not reciprocated. That was beginning to be a bit of a pattern, Candace thought ruefully.

Now Candace began massaging her clit slowly as she tugged on her nipples, softly moaning. She briefly walked over to her closet and retrieved a small vibrator from a shoebox, and then returned to face the mirror.

She now slid her thong down and stepped out of it, nude but for her navy strappy stilettos, and began using the vibrator, first on her lips, then inside her, which elicited a moan. She slowly pulled it back out, and now took aim at her clitoris, circling her prey on a low setting, but closing in for the kill at the right time.

Her eyes turned to slits as she started to fall into a reverie. An image appeared in her head where she imagined herself just as she was in front of the mirror, but instead she was in front of many masked, naked, erect men. Then, suddenly she was laid on a raised, cushioned platform, her nude body restrained, her legs held open, exposed and vulnerable.

Candace imagined Danielle there, also nude – except for heels and a mask. On Danielle’s cue, the men silently would approach Candace and ravish her one by one. After all had had a turn at her mouth and her pussy, Danielle would cue them again, and all dozen or so would ejaculate all over her perfect teen body. At this point, Candace broke from her reverie, convulsing with an orgasm and falling to her knees on the carpet, her eyes watering, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath. “Oh my god,” Candace thought, “it seemed so real!”

After recovering her composure, Candace removed her heels and threw on a chemise and got into her big fluffy bed. She remembered that tomorrow was the day she would meet one of her bosses, Manuel Bienfait. She and Danielle would pick him up from the airport. Danielle had told her to expect a long workday, and to dress to impress. Candace fell asleep contemplating outfits for her big day – there would be only one chance to make a good first impression, she thought as she dozed off.

Author’s Note: As always, feedback welcome. If you’ve made it this far, I’d appreciate a vote and hopefully a comment. Apologies as it has been a while since the last installment. I will try to get back on a regular cadence.

WARNING: This story features infidelity (husband cheating on wife). Turn away if that is not your cup of tea or offends you.

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I met my future wife Donna at a flea market looking for deals on furniture and other amenities for her new apartment. That topic opened an entire conversation, and by the end of it, we had agreed to meet for coffee. A few dates into it, and the two of us were going steady and intimate. A few months later, she moved out of her apartment and in with me. Ironically, we sold off the stuff she found at the market that day.

It was around this time that Donna took me to meet her mother, Sara. Sara had married young, so she was only in her thirties. She and Donna’s father had divorced a long time ago, before Donna had even graduated high school, and she’d raised her alone after that.

Sara was breathtaking. Slightly taller than Donna, standing at an impressive 5’7″, and her hair was a honey blond which she sometimes streaked or tipped pink. She was a lot more inclined toward makeup and fashion than Donna was, always decked out in glittering jewelry, blouses that showed off the topmost of her cleavage along with other various parts of her skin, leggings or very short skirts, and all of it capped off with long heels or stacks.

Our first meeting went well; in fact, Sara expressed wide-eyed shock that Donna had “scored” a man like me. I spent the evening trying my best to be charming and gentlemanly, and Donna was all grins on our way home saying that I’d made an excellent first impression, and that she was sure I’d hit it off with her mother. She was right; Sara and I never had any issue with each other, though we only had minor interactions at first. We only had a chance to chat more frequently once wedding planning began leading up to the big date for Donna and me.

It was the night of the wedding, though, that things went off the rails.

Like a bullet train.

The wedding and reception went great, and everyone had a great time. At some point, Sara approached me for conversation, holding a huge glass full of wine.

“Congratulations, Kurt,” she said, beaming at me with those glistening emerald eyes of hers.

“Thanks,” I nodded, taking her hand and kissing it. “And thank you for entrusting me with your daughter. I promise I’ll take good care of her.”

Sara took another sip from her huge glass and nodded.

“You’re not gonna drink all that tonight, are you?” I asked, pointing at the almost mini-basketball-sized glass in her hands. “Didn’t you drive to the hotel?”

She rolled her eyes and scoffed. “Hush. I’m giving away my only child tonight,” she said. “Cut me some slack. Besides, I rented a room upstairs so that if I get a bit too tipsy, I’ll just stay the night.”

I smiled in defeat. “Smart. Okay, I stand corrected. And I repeat…don’t worry. I’ll make sure that ‘only child’ of yours only gets the best things in life.”

“I know that, honey,” she said sweetly. “She’s a big girl and much too old for me to protect, anyway. No, what I wanted to say was the opposite — and you’re as welcome to hear this as she is. If there’s any time you need to talk — about anything at all — you can come to me and I’ll help you as best I can. Even if it’s something you want to say without Sara.”

I nodded again. “Thanks, Sara. That’s really sweet. But I don’t know if I’d feel right going to my mother-in-law to talk secrets behind my wife’s back.”

“All couples have their secrets,” she told me before sipping from her drink. Again, I sensed there was a bit of a bitter past there, but I refused to pry. “And you’re like a son to me now. You can talk to me about anything.”

I gave a deliberately-awkward laugh. “Don’t make it sound like I’d cheat on her or something.”

I expected her to laugh or, at worst, give me the stare of death. But neither happened. Sara merely swallowed her drink and her green eyes just looked through me. “But I know affairs happen. If that time ever comes, and you make a — ‘mistake’, it doesn’t need to be the end of a marriage. Not if you still love and want to make it up to her.”

I thought about what she said for a moment, and though it wasn’t exactly a pleasant subject, what she said kinda made sense.

I sighed. The subject was way too heavy for me to even consider on my wedding night of all times, so I decided to joke around to lighten the mood. Desperate for anything, I chose to tease Sara’s choice of wording.

I decided to joke with her a bit. “Sara, I thank you for the offer. If I ever decide I want to make a ‘mistake’, I’ll come to you.”

She smiled and nodded from my acceptance. It didn’t hit her right away. “Well, thank you for being mature about this topic, Kurt. I knew you were reasonable enough to–“

Then, she finally realized what I’d said. “Wait… what?”

I smiled devilishly and continued teasing. “Come on, Sara. With a body like yours, if I ever Ankara escort thought about cheating, you’d be the first on my list.”

“Please,” she scoffed again. “What could a young, handsome man like you possibly find attractive about me?!”

I couldn’t stop my laughter. “You’re kidding, right?! You’ve got a face like pure heaven and the best body I’ve ever seen…no exaggeration.”

I expected her to laugh back. Or scold me. Or something of that order.

Instead, she called my bluff.

She picked up her drink from the counter and downed it in one gulp, letting the liquid courage take her. She took one more glance around the room before turning toward me and pressing a deep, sexy kiss right on my lips.

A billion things went through my mind at that moment, most of them various levels of disbelief and questions of “What the hell am I doing?!” — but at least one of those billion things was curiosity. A desire to see where this would lead. And, it was that feeling which eventually won out.

“Jesus…” Sara moaned, pulling away. “This was even more of a mistake than I thought…” she said, as her eyes scanned eagerly over my body.

I touched my lips, shocked. “Sara –?”

She gave a timid glance as she peered up at me again. “Do you really think I’m that beautiful…?”

Somewhere inside, the part of me who should have seen where this was going was screaming not to answer that question. To just walk away and pretend that we’d never spoken.

But I couldn’t do that…and lying to her by saying “No” was even more impossible. There was no way, gazing down into those twinkling emerald stars and those pouty, quivering lips, that the next words out of my mouth could be any other response.

But the enthusiasm behind it even shocked me.

“Hell yes.”

Immediately, Sara dug through her purse, fishing for something. A few moments later, she produced a card — a copy of her room card in the hotel.

Staring up at me, a lustful gaze burning straight into my soul, she said:

“If you come upstairs, we can… talk further.”

As she walked away, watching me from the corner of her eye, she sashayed her hips in such a way that the plump globes of her ass bounced through the material of her sequin dress, hypnotizing my gaze and keeping my focus on her entirely until she disappeared from my sight.

I stood in that ballroom and stared at the keycard for I don’t know how long. In that card represented my faithfulness to Donna — my promise to be a good husband and father.

Hell, for all I knew this was a trap…and the moment I came up that elevator…the moment I came to that room, Sara would be waiting with a camera and about a dozen other witnesses — maybe even Donna — to prove what sort of loser was trying to marry her only daughter.

I could have — I should have — ripped it up or tossed it in the trash, but I didn’t. I just stood there and slid down a few glasses of champagne, remembering the feel of Sara’s velvety tongue on mine — and the way her curvaceous, savory body felt in my hands.

Before I knew it, there I was — standing before the door and sliding the keycard through the lock.

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Whatever I had in mind, whatever excuses I made up for coming to that room that denied the obvious, all were cleared away the moment the door opened and Sara presented herself to me in nothing but the hotel robe, the front left untied so that I could see the center of her bare body.

Both sides of the robe curved along the shape of her shapely, unbelievably firm and perky tits. Her stomach was perfectly toned; it was clear that she still kept herself in amazing shape at her age, with only the slightest hint of muscle peeking out of what was otherwise smooth and soft flesh around her belly button. Her legs were no less works of art — Sara had gams like a figure skater — the kind of legs that you can only imagine wrapped around your hips or perched on your shoulders…

God, the woman was a masterpiece.

In my mind until now, Donna had always been a 10. But now, seeing what her mother had…

Sara was now the only woman who deserved that 10 spot. Poor Donna had to settle for being demoted to an 8.

Overwhelmed by the goddess before me, all reason departed. I threw myself at her, taking her in my arms and kissing and licking her neck. She gave in and her body became putty in my hands, responding to my touch. She placed her hands on mine, encouraging them to explore more. I reached under the robe, sampling the cheeks of her luscious ass.

She whispered “Yes”, and we both surrendered to what our bodies wanted. What they needed. What they demanded.

I threw her robes away so that my hands could enjoy her body without restriction. Her remarkable shape. Her large, gorgeous tits. Every inch of her was heaven to touch.

She almost lost herself in my fingers, only enough Ankara escort bayan awareness retained to begin fumbling with my tie, and then my belt — loosening both until we could slide off my jacket, shirt and pants.

We took hands and walked with each other to the bedroom — eyes never leaving each other. Each step silently acknowledging that we knew what we were doing. What this meant. How this would change things with Donna forever. For both of us.

Those spicy thoughts didn’t slow us down. The opposite in fact. Our pace quickened as we gazed at each other, naked as Adam and Eve, creeping closer and closer to the empty, waiting bed.

If anything, the maelstrom of emotions only made our mischief much sweeter. My cock stiffened from rock to diamond hard seeing my mother-in-law — the mother of my own wife — lay herself down on the bed and spread her milky thighs apart for me, fingering her wet, steamy pussy while her ravenous eyes begged me to hurry. Knowing that there’d be consequences, that we were about to cross a line, the only thing I yearned for was to her. I had no goal other than to make her feel good. I wrapped my lips on the folds of her lovely pussy and sampled every part of her sex. I used my tongue to explore the folds of her femininity, tasting her cum.

“Oh God,” she moaned several times in a row. I enjoyed watching her squirm and feeling her legs desperately thrash about, trying to touch me.

I enjoyed her with my lips and tongue for about five minutes before she gasped, “I can’t take it anymore. Get inside me, please. Please, baby. I need you inside my pussy.”

No argument. No hesitation. I climbed between my mother-in-law’s thighs. She immediately guided my cock into her thick pussy, going in deep until I had pushed all the way in.

“Yes! Yes, fuck me, baby. Fuck my nasty pussy! Fuck me!” She hollered, wrapping her slender, perfectly-shaped legs around my back.

Sara was the first unfamiliar pussy I’d had since I met Donna, and goddamn did I relish it. I was like Hercules, my muscles flexing as I hammered my cock into her again and again. I could barely think — the animal lust had taken over by this point. But one lingering web of thoughts remained:

I was cheating. I was an unfaithful husband. Worse, I was fucking my mother-in-law. She was under me right now, wriggling and writhing in pleasure from my cock, moaning like a common slut. Knowing this — and seeing it in action — made me want to stake my claim. To fuck this slut harder than she’d ever been fucked in her life. Increased my tempo faster and faster until Sara was losing her mind and cumming all over my cock.

We kissed each other while I pounded into her, hot breath tingling the sweat on our faces. Soon, our entire bodies were damp from perspiration, covering us both in the glistening embodiment of our sin. And that was just the warm-up.

Once we’d settled into a pattern, it was all just instinct. Just two animals letting our bodies do what they’d been programmed to do since the dawn of time. I came hard, and a flood of electric pleasure pulsed in my body. It was bliss like none I’d ever experienced before.

I collapsed on Sara’s side, and she immediately sprang up and placed her lips all over my cock. Sara looked nasty as hell, pulling her luscious hair aside so that I could watch her head bob and mouth suck the cum residue off my dick. The way she occasionally paused to savor the head of my pole like a thick cone of ice cream, taking a moment for her eyes to meet mine and see my pleasure…God, I was in heaven.

Unbelievably, she had me hard again in minutes.

Sliding in behind her as we laid on our sides, I hammered like a werebeast until we both came again, and she licked me clean again. I watched her slowly gooey product of our sex off my tender cock, until I inevitably got hard again.

I put her on her hands and knees, locked my hands on her hips and ass, and fucked her again from behind. I punished her pussy from behind, smashing her through multiple orgasms before she turned, pounced on me, and began riding cowgirl. I let her come a few more times before I grappled her in my arms and flipped her onto her back again, pounding her savagely until I came once more.

I didn’t even think to ask her if she was on the pill until that third time I’d emptied my balls into her cunt. She gasped, threw on her robe and dashed down the hall — underneath it naked and filled with semen — to the nearest vending machine. A few moments later, she came back with enough condoms for the rest of the night. She whipped the robe off like nothing happened, and we were back at it before our bodies had even cooled down.

Sara and I fucked six times that night.

We were both insatiable.

When it was about 11 o’clock, meaning that she and I had been fucking for nearly two hours, we realized that people were probably wondering where the groom and the Escort Ankara mother-in-law had disappeared to. But it was fine. As long as we had a good story, we could return to the reception and let this amazing experience just be a fond memory between the two of us.

As we sat naked on the bed, cuddling and still letting our hands explore our sweat-and-sex-covered bodies, we got our story straight: I needed a bit of fresh air to get over the newlywed jitters and she had gone out to drink and use the phone. We ran into each other, she offered me friendly advice, and we had been enjoying conversation with each other until we lost track of time.

Time was of the essence, so we both dashed into the shower at the same time to cleanse the smell of sex — a plan which backfired when it led to us fucking again. But the sight of steamy shower water running over her beautiful tits as I fucked her against the shower wall was worth it, and gave me enough reserves to cum inside her one last time. But eventually, we managed to tear ourselves away from each other and finish getting dressed.

Realizing that once we were outside her room door it meant our illicit night was officially over, Sara gave me one last, nasty kiss, with as much tongue as we could both fit in each others’ mouths. The fire of lust still burned between us, but beyond that door was our normal lives.

It was clear neither of us wanted this night to end.

Our story worked flawlessly, and although Donna was a bit hurt that we’d missed so much of the reception, she understood my “nervousness” and was glad her mother had helped me through it. She whispered in my ear that she couldn’t wait to get started on our honeymoon and, to my amazement, my body and cock responded appropriately, despite how much semen I’d just emptied into her mother only earlier that night. Somehow, I managed to repeat the performance after carrying my wife into our home, and Donna and I went on to have a very normal, and very exhausting, honeymoon.

I suppose it’s a credit to the women of that family and how goddamned sexy they are that I was able to last through it all.

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For a couple of months, life went on as if nothing had happened. I didn’t see Sara at all during that time, and only heard of her through Donna — who called her at least once a week just to chit-chat. Essentially, everything that had occurred in the hotel had stayed in that hotel. If I’d wanted, I could have pretended that it had all been a dream. I could have left well enough alone and probably not have risked any further impact on my marriage and, by extension, my career and my reputation around our family and neighbors.

But then I saw Sara again.

Donna and I had come by Sara’s place to help her clean the gutters. She had the money to pay someone to do it, but Donna insisted that she and I could easily just sacrifice a few hours of our weekend and save her the cash. So we drove over Sara’s place, and there she was. Standing at the door, smiling and waiting for us.

Before, I had described Sara as beautiful — but now, after that night, she was angelic.

To me, she had become the vision of Aphrodite herself.

Now that I knew the truth of what lay beneath it, the way Sara dressed was an instant hard-on. The way her thin tops teased the eye to go to wherever her blouse exposed her skin — her tops usually showed off her affinity for bare shoulders — and how her skirts and leggings accentuated the length and shape of her legs.

Everything about her made me long to touch her. I couldn’t even look in her general direction without my cock searching for a way to get inside her. Every time I looked in her eyes and saw her face, my thoughts went back to that last kiss.

About halfway into the gutter-cleaning, Donna and I had split up to work on opposite sides of the house. Despite it being autumn, the weather was hotter than normal and it was easy to get dehydrated. Fortunately, Sara appeared not long after that, coming out to the patio, carrying a pitcher of lemonade and a glass.

“Hey, Kurt,” she called up to me. “I brought something for you.”

I peered down from the ladder at just the right time. Sara was dragging her patio table closer to where I was working, and had chosen to do so by bending over as far as she could until her epically short skirt had pulled up far enough to reveal her juicy, creamy ass and the thong which only barely teased the pussy.

Once she’d pulled it far enough, she stood back up, pulled her skirt down and turned to face me. From my angle, I could notice that the top of her voluptuous tits was on display for me — the beautiful, fleshy mounds of her jugs out on display just for me and me alone.

“So,” she said, in a breathless tone of feigned innocence. “Thirsty?”

As I’m sure she intended, the memories of my wedding night came rushing back. I climbed down from the ladder and walked up to Sara. She had no neighbors near enough to see us, so I felt bold enough to wrap my arms around her waist, pull her to me and kiss right on the lips.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot”, I said once we broke our liplock.

We both breathed deep, the masks between us now peeled away.

Murphy had an attic room he could lock from inside, so we went there to examine what we’d found in the dumpster. We’d also hear anyone climbing the attic stairs, so there’d be warning.

We put down the backpack between us, sitting on the floor facing each other. I held down the backpack while Murphy lifted out the stack of magazines. Ditching the pack, I made a space for them.

“How many are there?”

Murphy shrugged. “Few dozen at least, huh?” He started sorting them into stacks. Playboy, Penthouse, Forum, Hustler, Screw, Velvet, Stag, Jugs, and others, some in other languages, made more or less even stacks.

We trembled, breathing shallow, eager to start looking through them. Taking one off each pile, we systematically went through them for the pictures. Each image jolted us. We quickly realized some of the magazines showed a lot more than others.

Silently, we went through them all, breathless with a thrill of discovery and, in some cases, puzzlement. We didn’t know what to call some of what we saw, nor understand why it was so stimulating.

Murphy unbuttoned his jeans, unzipped, and pulled his underwear down in the front. He squirmed a little, said, “Ow,” and stood to let his pants and underwear fall to his ankles. He kicked them off.

I gaped at him and, when he saw my expression, laughed. “Gonna take care of this boner. I get ’em all the time, don’t you?”
 “But.” I got them Ankara escort all right, and handled them alone. In private. “I mean, you think it’s … okay?”

Already gripping and stroking his erection, he sat back down and flipped open some of the magazines. After holding his breath a couple times, he gasped and smiled at me. “Go ahead, go for it.”

Standing, I took off my clothes, tee shirt and socks and shoes too. Stark naked, I sat down on my pile of clothes and, heart hammering, opened a few magazines for myself.

“Don’t ruin the pictures.” Murphy, caressing his balls, had his eyes half closed. He leaned back on one arm.

It looked like he was making sure I could see everything, I thought. My own sensations rose and fell in tidal surges, each reaching higher, taking me closer to spilling, to splattering. I eased back, milking the feelings.

When he came it shot up his belly to his chest three times. He moaned and fell back, flat on his back. Rubbing the stuff all over him, he lay catching his breath, his erection subsiding with his pulse.

Watching it diminish sparked me somehow.

This sent me over the dam. I overflowed onto my thighs, my gaze locked on glossy pictures, imagining what it must be like for real.

I got dizzy, swayed, and braced myself.

We caught each other’s gazes and laughed. “Whoa. That was good.”

“Yeah.” Murphy sat up Ankara escort bayan and wiped his smeared hands on his tee shirt, which lay wadded beside him like a rag. He glanced down at one of the magazines, frowned, and picked it up. “Hey. Listen to this.”

He started reading a confessional story, written in letter form, about a guy who watched a German girl at Oktoberfest stuff her breast into a beer stein. For some reason this made the guy come.

“Seems pretty weird.” Although I didn’t get it, my erection, along with Murphy’s, had begun twitching toward recovery. A giddy feeling low in my belly told me I wanted to come again soon.

“Read another one.”
 Murphy shook his head. “Your turn, man. Find a good one.”

By random chance I found one about a woman who let twelve guys fuck her, one after the other, as she lay on a swimming pool’s springboard. Each guy would finish, then jump into the water to make room for the next guy. Told by the woman, it discussed how greedy she was for more and more. No amount of cocks satisfied her even though she kept coming and coming.

This one got us hard, neither of us sure why.

We weren’t speaking the language but got the message loud and clear.

As I put the magazine down, Murphy scooted over to sit beside me. Before I knew what he was doing, he reached across my right thigh and grabbed my cock. “You do mine.” He Escort Ankara said this in a husky whisper.

We found out how another person’s touch made things much more intense. Cascades of new feelings swept us away for awhile.

Sucking on each other’s cocks seemed only reasonable, given how many pictures we saw of women doing that to men.

The next time, which came the next day, we tried rubbing our cocks together, which worked even better. We lay in the woods that time, on a hot summer day, on a blanket Murphy brought in his backpack.

During that experiment, Murphy pulled on my nipples, surprising me with electric stabs into my crotch. Soon we were sucking and biting each other’s nipples as we rubbed, and naturally one of us drew back a bit far and pressed forward under the other’s scrotum, along the perineum, and into a tight pucker of heat that felt incredible.

We didn’t even know to call it being gay, or queer, or any of those judgmental words. We didn’t hold hands or smooch or give goo-goo eyes across classrooms. We kept our fun secret, otherwise remaining the same roughneck ram-rodding boys we’d always been.

If a few years later both of us moved on to pursuing girls, dating, courting, and eventually marrying women, it didn’t lessen the importance of our pictures and stories. They taught us to go ahead, explore ourselves, to be free with sharing pleasure, and that categories, which we learned later, don’t matter and aren’t even accurate.

Neither of us ever “came out” and we feel no need to. We still know each other, as adults, and once or twice have indulged in the old ways of finding joy and release. It’s no big deal and doesn’t threaten anything or anyone.

The taste of Pete’s cum, after it explodes down my waiting throat in salty-sweet fat gobs, has always been what I crave for after he’s done fucking my little sissy pussy…

..it’s his way of reaching around the back of my head and angling his cock down my throat as he pulls my head into his groin, my nose deep in his pubes, his balls pressing against my chin, my hands on his muscular buttocks forcing him forward and into me..

..the steaming hot spunk has nowhere to go, so builds up the intensity of its flavour while my long finger-nails caress his balls until my tonsils trigger his reflex and deep deep down in my throat his cock jerks harder as I gag on his creamy jizz.

Waiting to taste that flavour was one of the reasons why I loved fucking with Pete during our afternoon siestas..and he loved the way that, even when he said there wasn’t time, as he had to get to work, I could get him to linger longer by sucking his cock til hard enough that he’ld drop his suit trousers, push his tie out of the way, pull up his shirt and ram his hard cock deep into my lubed-up pussy and fuck me deep and solid while leaning his face over me so close that I could feel his unshaved chin rasping as he tongued me with the same rhythm as his moved his cock in and out of my trembling hole..Ecstasy!

..but then before cumming he’ld pull out and run for the door, fixing his shirt and tie, leaving me to finish myself off, craving for the taste and feel of his cum and having to be satisfied with licking Ankara escort my own cum off two fingers down my throat as my stiff clitty jerked the cum out and into my red lace knickers, the feeling of the wet lace against my swollen clitty-head helping me to get the last drop out.

..when there was time, what I liked most was when after I suck his cock hard, he lays me back on the sofa and rims me with his writhing tongue flicking in and out before his cock fucks me deep in my hole-ring..and then swallow his cum when he pulls out and shoots over my beautiful new heavy titties before moving to jerk down my throat as he massages his spunk into my nipples..

..but as there was not always time enough for a full-on fuck fest we did what we could in the time we had..I knew I was turning him on when I let my thin cotton house-coat drift open, revealing what had been bulging through that he’ld been watching grow..he’ld then quickly have a couple of fingers up my ready-lubed pussy while I took him in my mouth, my eyes closed, savouring that man-smell emanating from his bush and balls.

I took him all the way in, my nose coming to rest against his belly, feeling his prick stretch and swell in my throat. I’ld suck hard on him for a while, my tongue running over and under and slowly around the purple bulb of his dick, and then ease him out of my mouth, licking my lips, before taking him in again, looking up at him with that lust-look in my eyes that gets him Ankara escort bayan writhing..

..and I can still see now how he looked at me..a knowing smile as his hands come to rest on my head, pushing his groin against my face, his cock pushing into my sweet, soft, mouth, my lips as hot and wet as the lube in my waiting pussy-hole.. he watches as I run my hands under his low-hanging balls and then round and on to his butt, splaying my hand on his butt-crack, before licking a finger and dipping it into his honey-pot asshole.

There’s no resistance, I can feel him settling onto my finger, so I dip in another one, almost up to my knuckle-joint, and I finger-fuck him for a while, as we begin to build up a rhythm, meeting his thrusts with my mouth, occasionally just resting his cock in my lips while I jerk him off, before swallowing him whole again.

My head gets giddy with the sexual aroma that is rising from his meat, his hard dick straight and erect, firm and beautiful..he has his fingers firmly around my clitty-dick, and he’s holding me back until he knows that I’m going to cum with him.

I reach for his balls, running my fingers down over his sleek shaft wet with my saliva..my hands find his pubes before wrapping my fingers around and squeezing the base of his throbbing organ. His cock hardens and jerks in my hand as I pump him slowly while I suck and lick..and then hold him with the tips of my fingers while my mouth moves up over his firm Escort Ankara belly to kiss his tight little nipples..moving on up slowly til my moist tongue can slip between his lips, coiling in his mouth, writhing deep in the back of his throat…

He pulls me back down so his cock can fuck my mouth..his thighs starting to jerk, the rhythm becomes uneven, his hands are deep in my hair, gripping my head, as I hear him groan above me as he pumps me harder.

I stop to try to roll him over to stride him and fuck him, but too late..his cock pumps my mouth for a couple more moments then his body jerks, he moves his hands to pull my head tight against him, sending his prick down my throat as he cums, his balls shuddering against my chin.

I try to back off slightly or choke, as his juice gushes into my mouth but he’s holding my head in place.. I swallow as much as I can before being able to pull him out as he gets limp, still stroking the pulsing cock, rubbing my fingers over the cum-covered tip and running it down the side of my face, watching him keep pulsing out his load against my cheeks, before licking it, and mouthing him once more, taking everything he’s got, while he shudders and writhes against me as his cock responds to his own hot cum in my mouth.

His face against mine as he licks the cum from my cheeks, transferring his mouth to mine as he begins a long, loving, tender kiss as he moves his hand back to squeeze my own cum from my jerking clitty-dick in an orgasmic stream that he takes in his mouth still wet from my tonguing..

He knew how to make me stay hot for a siesta that lasts until dawn..

He left an hour after we last fucked..he never came back..was that was our last siesta?

Will Pete return, or must I find a new siesta-partner? more, in Part 2!