Three Black cocks at Helena’s home

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Three Black cocks at Helena’s homeI was home alone during the whole week end.On Saturday afternoon, my girlfriend Helena called me, saying she wanted me going to her house, since she had a huge surprise for me. Her husband Jorge had flown to Buenos Aires on those days…So, I knew the surprise would be a huge black man well hung for both of us. When I got her home, Helena made me dress in a very slutty lingerie outfit and we went to her bedroom, to play between us, while we waited for her surprise’s arrival. We started kissed passionately onto the bed…A while later, the doorbell rang and my girlfriend went to open.I heard some voices downstairs and then Helena came back to the bedroom.Three muscled huge black guys were behind her. All of them were very handsome…They all looked at me and smiled, as I showed them my wet fingers, coated with Helena’s pussy juices.One of them just closed the door behind him.Helena introduced them: Jeremy was her new Black Master, so, this time, he would only fuck me, as she would watch. The other guys were Cassius and Pete, who would fuck only Helena, to please her lover…The three black guys just dropped their trousers and I could see the biggest and longest black cocks I had ever seen. Jeremy laughed as he saw my eyes widen and my mouth gasping in amazement.I just got on all fours onto the bed as he approached me. I grabbed Jeremy’s canlı bahis black dick in my hand and began to kiss and lick the head. I looked at Helena out of the corner of my eye and could see her also in her hands and knees.My slutty girlfriend was sucking on Pete’s black cock, as Cassius was behind her, licking Helena’s wet cunt.As I sucked Jeremy, his strong hand reached out and he ripped off the sexy red tiny thong I was wearing.Then I could feel his thick finger massaging my swollen clit. He made me come in just seconds…Jeremy laughed as he noticed he had made me cum with just his finger. He slapped my buttocks, saying I was a naughty white married bitch and I deserved to be punished for my slutty behavior…I gasped and moaned, as I sucked his cock and felt his hand slapping my bare butt.Then Jeremy pulled out from my wet mouth and told me now it was time for some hard action. He made me get down from the bed and face the edge. He moved behind me and made me bend by my waist. I could now see Helena in front of me, being fucked form behind by Cassius, while she was slurping and moaning with Pete’s hard cock buried deep into her throat…I was waiting for Jeremy to fuck me hard, but then I groaned and gasped as I felt his tongue slurping and stretching my cunt lip. Suddenly I felt his thick head entering me from behind. I screamed like crazy, as Jeremy pushed bahis siteleri inch by inch his monster cock inside my stretched wet cunt.I gasped as I could feel the pain; being opened up like never before.The Black Master considered I was a screamer bitch; so he ordered Pete to shove his hard black cock in my mouth; so it would muffle my loud sounds. The black guy obeyed and then I had a new giant cock buried deep in my throat. Now I could hear Helena’s sexy moans, as Cassius pumper her cunt in such a hard way.Soon enough my hips were bouncing forward and back as Jeremy’s huge cock behind me had now worked its way in comfortable. I had relaxed a little, with each thrust a little deeper and harder.Pete came in my mouth and he slipped off. Then Helena moved her head and we starting kissing and sharing the black guy’s cum between our wet mouths. Suddenly Cassius tensed his back and he grunted, letting us know that he had come in Helena’s cunt…He slipped off, but quickly Pete got his place and he shoved his huge dick in Helena’s stretched pussy. My girlfriend cried in pain, since this cock was even thicker than the first one.Suddenly, Jeremy pulled off from my stretched cunt and he spat onto my tight asshole.I braced myself, knowing his thick dick would barely fit in my poor ass.I felt the killing pain as he invaded my tight asshole.Helena kissed me deeply, bahis şirketleri trying to make me forget this huge thing ripping me in halves… Jeremy grabbed my hips firmly and he pumped my anus like crazy, as he grunted and breathed hard.Helena was now feeling Pete’s dick also buried in her tight asshole. Cassius was done for the day and he was recording the whole fucking action…My girlfriend suddenly screamed loud and she came, still her ass impaled onto the huge black cock.Helena’s moans and screams were too much for Pete. He grunted even louder and emptied his balls deep in her now stretched anus.Jeremy made me come twice before he also grunted and discharged his full load of seed in my anus.Helena’s Black Master then offered my both sore holes to his friends; but Cassius and Pete said there were spent and tired. They were really done for the night…Then Jeremy grabbed Helena’s hair and he made her suck his still hard dick.My sexy girlfriend smiled at me, as she tasted my cunt juices on this huge black cock.She made her Black Master cum very quickly on her skilled mouth.Then Jeremy smiled at her, saying he was satisfied with his white married bitches…The three black guys left and I spent the night with Helena.We stood on bed, in the middle of poodles of sticky semen, kissing and licking each other…A while later my beloved hubby called me.I told him I would spend the night at Helena’s home.Victor laughed on the phone, saying that Helena and I would be waiting for a huge black cock to come and fuck us. But I replied he was wrong; his was not going to happen…And I was not lying…

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Victor shares me at his office

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Victor shares me at his officeMy loving husband called me that evening, telling me that he would be working late overtime during the night. I said it was a pity, because I was horny that night and waiting for him at home wearing just a brand new black sexy outfit…Then Victor changed his mind and told me I could join him at the office.His only condition was I should wear some sexy dress just for him…Two hours later I was there at the last floor of the building, wearing a short black dress, dark stockings and stiletto heels. I found Victor was not alone at his desk. A new colleague was sitting close to him.My husband introduced him to me and the guy looked at me from my neck to my feet. His eyes were fully loaded with lust as he stared at my body…A while later I left the office to get a coffee in a machine down the hallway.When I was at the door, canlı bahis I could hear that Victor was telling the other man that he liked to share me…I walked back with my cup of coffee and I found that guy waiting for me at the door of his own office. He looked me up and down again; asking if he could join me. I walked in and he shut the door behind us. The light was on but it was dark inside and I could barely see his face. He walked towards me and pinned me up against the shelves, his hand on my leg moving higher to my hip. He pushed me backwards and kissed my neck, kissing me hard and biting my neck as her caressed my inner leg. He slipped his hand into my silky thong and felt my wet pussy on his fingers. “You are a very bad wife…” He whispered to me.Then I lifted one of my legs on to a shelf and he was on his knees licking my pussy lips, grabbing bahis siteleri my ass to pull my open cunt closer to him. He stood up slowly kissing my leg, my belly, grabbing my firm round boobs. He pulled off dress and stood there staring at my naked body.“Get on your knees, bitch” He demanded. Then he unbuttoned his trousers and his hard big cock flung out.It was so big my mouth fell open and before I knew it he had rammed his hard dick in between my red lips. He grabbed my hair and face fucked me against the shelves. “I want to cum in your cunt, bitch…” He said as he fucked my mouth…“Later your useless husband can lick my semen from your pussy… “ He pulled me up and made me bend over a desk. He shoved his hard dick deep in my pussy, slamming against me so hard I cried out. Then he pulled off his tie and gagged me, saying I was not allowed bahis şirketleri to make loud noise. He kept fucking me so hard until I came all over his cock.Then he grabbed my hair and pulled up my head. He yelled at my ear:“Beg me to cum in your slut married cunt, bitch!”I was still gagged and I nodded with my head. All of a sudden I felt him emptying his full load of warm seed into my cunt.He released my hair and pulled out of my body. Before I turned round he had left that place.I got dressed, as I looked outside the window. Then I went to Victor’s office. My loving husband smiled and stood up, locking the door.“You have been a nasty girl, Anita…” He whispered in my ear.He unbuttoned my dress and it slipped off to the floor. He laid me on his desk and kissed my legs. He spread my thighs and soon he reached my pussy lips, starting to suck up my juices and his colleague’s cum mix…Victor then bent me over my stomach and fucked me wildly from behind.As he was pumping me with no mercy, he laughed and said:“Tomorrow, my love… I will be doing overtime again…”

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The Wolf with the Red Roses

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The Wolf with the Red RosesThe Wolf with the Red Roses, by Chloe Tzang© 2017 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. [Boy:] On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?[Girl:] Yes.[Boy:] I bet you say that to all the boys!You Took the Words Right Out of My Mouth, MeatLoaf<**************************************************************“Wow, nice costume, Regan!” Craig is at the front door of my parents’ house, smiling, looking me up and down as he hands me the beautiful red roses he’s carrying.“They’re lovely. Thank you, Craig.” I smile back before I bury my face in the huge bunch. He was probably expecting me to kiss him but that’s hard when you’re holding a huge bunch of roses so he loses out. Besides, they smell divine. They’re even nicer than the roses he gave me on our first date three months ago, two weeks to the day after my eighteenth birthday. “Don’t you want to take the roses inside?” Craig asks.I shake my head. “No,” I say. “Mom might see my costume.” I give him another flash of what I’m wearing under my Little Red Riding Hood cloak.“Oh, right,” he says, comprehension dawning. “Let’s go.” Craig’s not Chinese like me. He doesn’t know what Chinese Mom’s are like when they see their only daughter in a costume that any boyfriend would die to see his girlfriend in. But he does know my Mom. He’s quick enough on the uptake when you give him a clue or two.Tonight he’s quick. We’re in his car in seconds. Once we’re in his car, I pass him back the roses.“Hold them for a second,” I say. “I have to finish my costume.”He takes them, watching as I unfasten my cloak. He notices right away I’m not wearing a bra but with his hands full of roses, he’s stuck. I smile as I fish around in my overnight bag. There it is. He’s going to like this. I pull out the harness top that Lulu gave me. Slip it on over the top of my shirt. It’s all black leather straps and little silver buckles and it’s a kind of bondage thing according to Lulu. I fasten it at the back, smiling at Craig. He definitely likes the way it fits me. Once it’s on, I refasten my cloak.Craig’s had his look. He can play later. “Let’s go,” I say, taking my roses back from him. I continue to hold them as we drive. The car fills with that divine scent. I’m not worried about taking a huge bunch of roses with me. We’re going to a Valentine’s Day (except it’s the evening) party at Harry’s parents house. Harry is Craig’s best friend and we’re over there a lot. His parents will have a vase for my roses, I’m sure.**************************************************************Parties are always fun. I’ve been to a couple of parties at Harry’s before, his parents are great. This one is actually a fancy dress party his parents are putting on, and Harry’s on bar duty, but he’s invited Craig and I as well as his girlfriend, Lulu.“Hi Regan, hi Craig.” Lulu answers the door. Lulu Li. She’s my bff from way back. She’s also Harry’s girlfriend and it looks like she’s on front door duty. Andrew, Harry’s dad, is real good at delegating. I know. I’ve been delegated to in the past. Tonight, well, lucky Lulu. “Those flowers are gorgeous.” She looks me up and down. Grins. “I really like the costume. Come on in, everyone who’s here is down in the rec room.”I grin. She’s pushing the costume envelope herself and she encouraged me to do the same. I’m dressed as a sexy kind of bdsm Little Red Riding Hood. A nice little red cape, red top and frilly little red skirt that’s just a bit too short with black knee socks. It’s a little embarrassing, but it looks hot and right now my hair is kind of dyed dirty blonde and I’ve got lots of black eyeliner and lipstick on. Lulu kind of hotted it up for me and I did the makeup to suit myself. For a girl who conflicts like crazy over giving blowjobs to her boyfriend, she’s rather imaginative. From somewhere, and she won’t tell me where, she got that bondage harness top things that I’m wearing. I’m wearing it over the top of the red shirt, along with a black leather and silver choker she gave me. No bra. Red panties to match the skirt just in case anyone sneaks a look. The original look was kind of cutesy. I don’t really look so cutsey now, but I do look hot.Lulu’s my best friend but I have to admit she can be kind of kinky sometimes even though, like me, she’s never had sex. Not counting blowjobs that is. We’re probably the only virgins left in our senior year except for that weird Muslim girl who won’t even talk to the boys and a couple of bored again’s who aren’t bad looking but they’re such bible bashers that even the boys won’t talk to them. Anyhow, virginity? I’m not intent on losing it, but it is something I think about every now and then. Should I or shouldn’t I? Me and Lulu both. I don’t know why we do that. I mean, it’s the twenty first century, but try telling our parents that. Whatever. I haven’t lost it yet and I’ve held Craig off, just. He’s not the right guy, I’m almost sure of that. Of course that doesn’t stop me teasing him and making out with him. We’re going to make out tonight for sure. It’s not just that we always do when we stay over at Harry’s. It’s the top I’m wearing.All those black straps and buckles, they make sure my boobs are on display. Not that there’s that much to display. Without my cape, you can see my nipples. My Mom would have a fit if she saw me now, but I kind of like it even if it’s embarrassing. Craig likes it to. He watched me put it on in his car because I hadn’t dared wear it at home in case Mom saw me on the way out the door. If she’d seen my costume, I’d have been sent upstairs to change. If she’d seen that harness top thing, I’d have been grounded until I graduate and go to College. Anyhow, the cape? The cape lets me cover myself up when I want to. It’s very cute and sexy and the red contrasts beautifully with my long and usually black but now dirty blonde hair, which tonight is in its usual high ponytail. I think I make a wonderfully edgy Little Red Riding Hood. Lulu is dressed as one of Santa’s little elves and this evening she’s definitely being Santa’s little helper. A very short little green skirt, candy-striped tights and a red top that matches mine. Except she’s wearing a bra – after she coaxed me into NOT wearing one. Cheater. Kind of a cute costume she picked up online. We bought them together. Craig and I add our snow boots and coats to the collection at the door. An older couple are arriving, Lulu is taking their coats as I head downstairs. The old guy is watching my butt, I can see him in the mirror. I wiggle, just to give him a thrill. I’m still carrying my beautiful bouquet of roses. Craig is taking our overnight bags upstairs. He and I and Lulu are sleeping over. “May I put those roses in a vase for you, Miss Riding Hood?” The silver-haired fox in a wolf costume gives me a smile as I walk in. It’s Andrew, Harry’s Dad. He suits the wolf costume. He always rather reminds me of a wolf, even without the costume. A kind of silver-haired, charming and very foxy wolf. If he was thirty years younger….. well, let’s just say Craig would have serious competition for me. But he is thirty years older than me and besides, he’s married. His wife, Pamela, is a lovely curvy blonde. Gorgeous. There’s no possible way he’d be interested in an eighteen year old Chinese girl. Craig wins. Oh well. It’s not like Andrew is even close to my age or anything. It’s just my silly imagination.“Thank you Mr. Wolf.” I smile back, blushing. Andrew always makes me blush. Sometimes he makes me go weak at the knees and I have no idea why. Maybe it’s something about the way he looks at me. Maybe it’s the way he talks to me. He’s very assertive and commanding. I feel like I should be snapping to attention and clicking my heels together and saluting sometimes when he asks me to do something. I like it when he looks at me too, there’s just something about him. An aura? Whatever. It’s strange. It’s like he’s undressing me with his eyes and I like it. It’s not a look that I like from guys usually. But with Andrew? I don’t mind at all.He’s giving me that look now. “Nice costume, Regan. Hey, I like what you’ve done with your hair. Cute.” His eyes light up. He grins. I realize my cape is wide open. He’s looking at my top and those black straps of the harness thingie that criss-cross everywhere. I know where he’s looking. It’s almost like his eyes are caressing me. My nipples swell, engorge, they tingle where they push against the material of my top. The criss-cross straps hold the material tight so that when my nipples swell, they’re very visible. They’re pushing hard against the material that covers them. Andrew’s look lingers. It’s like he’s checking me out. I blush, but I don’t cover myself with the cape. I stand there, feeling his eyes on me, transfixed.“Let me take those roses,” he says. I pass them to him, he gestures towards the bar. “Harry’s doing the drinks, foods on the buffet table, you know where everything is, Regan.”I do. I’ve been here often enough before. I’m going to have some fun. I like parties, even if this one is mostly Harry’s parents’ friends. It’s still going to be fun. Especially if Andrew keeps looking at me like that. Maybe if I make myself useful he’ll give me another of those looks. Its fun and Craig won’t mind, him and Harry will be yapping at the bar. I take a deep breath. “Can I get you a drink from the bar?”He looks at me. An appraising look. A long slow look, ending with a long slow smile. “Sure, if you don’t mind, Regan. Ask Harry for an Armagnac, tell him the nineteen fifty two Samalens.”He really is very very good looking, even if he is fifty something. As he turns away I pull my cape closed. I am shy, even if I’m dressed like this. I’m not sure why I’m wearing this bondage strap harness thing now that I’m here. I mean, I thought it was cool and edgy and everything when I put it on but this party is all older people except for Lu and me and Craig and Harry.Now I wish I hadn’t let Lulu persuade me to wear it, but when Andrew looks at me the way he has been, I go all shivery inside. It’s a strange feeling, but it’s not one that I dislike. It’s actually rather exciting. Just, I don’t want anyone else looking at me like that. Maybe Craig, but that’s all.The bar is busy but as soon as he sees me, Harry ignores everyone else to ask me what I want.“Armagnac, the nineteen fifty two Samalens,” I tell him. “It’s for your Dad.”“Thought so.” Harry grins as he reaches under the bar. He looks like a much younger version of his Dad, but somehow, Harry never has the effect on me that his Dad has. That’s kind of puzzling, coz Harry is much more the sort of guy I should like looking at me. He’s a couple of years older than me and Lulu. I’m still puzzling over that when he passes me a half full tumbler. “Don’t drop it, Regan,” he grins. Harry’s always grinning. “That stuff’s pure gold.”“Thanks,” I say, but he’s already on to the next order. I lift the glass, sniff it. It’s strong. It smells of roasted nuts, overlaid with traces of mint, g****s, walnuts and honey. Rich and strong and somehow sweet. Not the kind of thing I like to drink at all but it’s an interesting scent. I turn away from the bar, carefully holding the glass, looking for Andrew. I find him on the other side of the rec room, talking to another older guy.He sees me as soon as I walk up to him. “Here you are, Sir,” I say, doing my best waitress impersonation, carefully offering him the glass. I haven’t spilled a drop.“Excuse me, Andrew,” his friend says, giving me a smile. Was that an appreciative smile? He’s looking at my top too. My cheeks burn. “Brad’s over there, I gotta ask him something.”We’re alone together. Well, we’re not really. We’re in the middle of a party but it feels like we’re alone, eyes only for each other. The party fades into the background, ignored.“Thank you, Regan,” he says, taking the glass from me. My cape is open. I don’t close it. I don’t walk away. I don’t say anything. I stand there. Andrew looks at me. It’s almost as if he’s studying me. His look is wistful as he raises the Armagnac to his lips. He sips slowly, savoring the taste, rolling it in his mouth. His eyes seem to be savoring me while his taste buds savor the Armagnac. I know I’m being silly, imagining things. He’s just enjoying his drink but its fun to fantasize just a little.“Is it nice, Sir?” I ask, doing the mock waitress thing again. It’s fun. “It’s very very good, Regan,” he says. “Would you like to try it?”“Okay,” I say, a little doubtful. I don’t drink much. When I do it’s either white wine or a small vodka, lime and soda. Very small.He smiles. “You should say ‘Yes, please, Sir,’ you know.” As if I’m a little girl being corrected. Or a waitress. That’s funny.“Yes, please, Sir,” I say, very meekly. “Just a little taste.” Oh god, he’s looking at me that way again, looking down at my nipples. I can feel them swelling. They swell and they ache the way they do when Craig kisses them sometimes. They ache just from Andrew’s look and he’s looking, watching them engorge. Watching them as they swell and harden and push my top out. I’m blushing. My hand jerks, I’m going to cover myself with my cape. This is too embarrassing, but I’m also wondering if he likes the view. He’s definitely looking.Andrew’s hand takes my wrist, very gently. He lifts my hand from my cape, places his glass in my fingers. His eyes meet mine. He smiles. “Try it,” he says, “just a tiny sip.”I smile back. “Yes, Sir.” I raise the glass to my lips. Inhale that aroma. Andrew watches me, he smiles. I sip. A tiny sip, barely wetting my lips. It’s strong, fiery even. Rich and sweet in my mouth, a hint of chocolate, traces of caramel, nuts, some kind of wood. It flows over my tongue, bringing a wave of opulent sweetness. It’s like liquid fire, glowing as I swallow, liquid heat flowing down my throat.“Whooooo-hoooo,” I say, passing him back the glass. Probably not the most elegant of comments I could make, but it’s more or less how I feel.“Like it?” he asks me.I lick my lips. “It wasn’t what I expected,” I say. Then I grin. “Sir.”He grins right back at me. “Very good, Miss Wong.”I giggle. “I kind of liked it but I don’t think I could drink very much of it.” No way. I’d be on the floor. “Sir,” I add. He seems to like it when I say that. He finds it amusing. He smiles again. I like that too. Actually, I like calling him Sir. It makes me feel …. Like I’m being very respectful and good and obedient, and I like that. With Andrew. Not with anyone else.Andrew laughs. He dips a fingertip into his glass, wets it, reaches out, traces Armagnac across my lips with his fingertip. I stand still, eyes half closed, the aroma of the drink strong as he wets my lips. I resist the urge to move or to lick my lips. Instead, I do something even I don’t expect. I reach up and take his finger, hold it, slide my lips down over his fingertip. My eyes are looking up at him as I ease my lips all the way down to the second knuckle. My tongue swirls on his finger, licking the Armagnac from his skin. It’s the same way I suck on Craig’ cock, except this is Andrew’s finger and it’s in my mouth and his finger is smaller than Craig’s cock.“Oh, that’s very very good, Regan.” He smiles as his finger emerges slowly from my mouth. I give the tip a last slow swirl of my tongue before releasing him. “And I do like the way that costume displays your …” For a moment I’m sure he’s going to say nipples. “…assets.” He grins at my suddenly flustered look. “You go have some fun now.” And he’s gone. I watch him for a moment, disappointed. I was having fun. For some reason I’m smiling. My nipples are still aching and swollen. Craig materializes next to me. “Dance, Regan?” he asks. He’s looking a little distracted.“Sure,” I reply as he takes my hand in his. I pull my cloak closed.**************************************************************It’s nearly eleven and everyone has been having a great time. Drinks, food, music, dancing. Although it’s Harry’s parents music. Old stuff. It’s not bad though. There’s a lot of dancing going on. Even some making out here and there, which surprises me, but I go with the flow. I’ve been making out just a little with Craig now and then but there’s no chance to go off and get a little more serious about it. I’ve even had a couple of drinks. One more than I usually drink. My second was champagne, which I’ve never drunk before but it’s nice. Bollinger, Harry said it was. The bubbles tickle my nose and I’m a little giggly. My glass is empty. I think I’ve drunk enough.Craig is dancing with Lulu, Harry is back behind the bar, and I’m taking a break. Really, I’ve had enough of dancing and I’m thinking of bed. Party pooper, I know, but it’s a weeknight and we have school tomorrow and I am a little tired. The silver-haired wolf materializes before me, smiling, a full glass of champagne in either hand. Before I realize what’s happened, my empty glass has gone. My hand is clutching a full glass.“Cheers. Happy Valentine’s Day, Little Red Riding Hood,” the wolf says. He drinks. “Tired?”“Happy Valentine’s Day, Mr. Wolf, Sir” I smile, sipping. It is nice. “Yes, a bit.”The wolf takes my hand. “Me too. Come with me, I’ve made sure your roses are safe.” His hand is large, canlı bahis strong. I like him holding mine.I follow without question. He leads me to an alcove at the rear of the large L-shaped rec room that takes up well over half of their huge basement. My parents’ entire house could fit in Andrew’s basement. That’s another reason I like it when Craig and I come over. There’s so much space in this house. It’s almost like a second home to Lulu and I now.The alcove is accessed through heavy French doors. He opens them, leads me in, closes them behind us. It’s a lot quieter in here. The walls are lined with bookcases, a gas fireplace in one corner, large rugs on the floor. Two big leather couches. Big enough for me to sleep on easily. Big enough for Craig and I to make out on too. We have in the past. A large wooden desk. I know the room well. It’s Andrew’s library and home office. I’ve always liked his book collection. I’ve often come down here when he’s not around to look at his books. Sometimes I lie on one of his leather couches and read while Craig and Harry do boring guy stuff. Sometimes Craig and I make out in here. My roses are safe and well cared for in a vase on his desk. I smile when I see them there.“Thank you,” I say before rather impetuously standing on my tip toes and kissing him. “Sir,” I add with another smile. I’ve always wanted to do that. Kiss him, I mean, not call him Sir although I like that too. I’m confused at the thought even as I think it. Have I? Do I?The wolf blinks. He smiles that smile that always makes me blush, except this time I don’t. This time I turn away from him and bury my face in those beautiful red roses, inhaling deeply. That scent is so gorgeous. He’s behind me, his hands on my waist, leaning forward and he’s breathing in too. Except his face his buried in my hair at the back of my neck.“That smells beautiful,” we both say, simultaneously.I giggle as we both straighten up. He grins. “I am the wolf,” he says, apologetically, “I’m supposed to do wolfey things.”“Well, I’m Little Red Riding Hood,” I say. I’m blushing again but my back’s to him, he can’t see. I can’t resist saying it. “The wolf is supposed to do wolfey things and chase Little Red Riding Hood isn’t he?” My heart is pounding. Why did I say that? But I think I know.“Chase you? Why, you’re in my den with me, I think I’ve caught you, Little Red Riding Hood.”I smile. “Little Red Riding Hood always gets caught by the wolf in the stories.” My heart is beating faster. “Yes, but sometimes she escapes and the wolf pays a terrible price.”“This Little Red Riding Hood hasn’t escaped.” A lot faster.“I’m sure she could if she wanted too, the wolf isn’t as fast as he used to be and he certainly doesn’t want to pay a terrible price. He’d really prefer Little Red Riding Hood to enjoy being caught.”I have this feeling it’s not the story we’re talking about now. My heart is pounding. I take a breath. Take another. Breathing in and out is difficult. It doesn’t make any difference when I do breathe though. My heart is still pounding furiously and he’s so close to me. “I don’t think this wolf has anything to worry about at all, even if he does do wolfey things with Little Red Riding Hood.”“I hope not.” He chuckles, reaches past me, plucks a rose from the vase. Both hands are reaching around me now, one on either side of me, and he’s very close to me as he breaks off most of the stem. He’s brushing up against me. His breath is hot against the top of my head and I’m shivering, breathing a little faster. I’m not having any trouble breathing now. His proximity has me panting.Outside, in the rec room, the music switches to an old Meat Loaf song. I recognize it because my Dad plays Meat Loaf now and then. “On a hot summer’s night, would you offer you throat to the wolf with the red roses.” Andrew sings along with the music except he changes the words slightly. “On a cold winter’s night,” he sings. He hands me the single red rose he’s plucked from the vase.I match the lyrics word for word as I take the rose from him, suddenly breathless. “Will he offer me his mouth?”We half-sing along together, and I’m smiling until that line where he sings, “On a cold winter’s night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?” again. His hands turn me around to face him. I look up at him, lips parted, heart pounding as one of his hands cups one side of my face, my cheek.“Yes,” I breathe, one of my hands clutches at his shoulder, the other still holds that rose. I look up into his eyes.He smiles. “I bet you say that to all the boys!” He kisses me.I’m startled. Eyes wide, gazing up into his as his mouth takes possession of mine. I kiss him back without even thinking. His lips on mine, his tongue suddenly deep in my mouth, teasing, tasting me, intertwining with my tongue. He knows how to kiss. It’s as if my mouth is made for him. I drop the rose on the floor, both my arms curl around his neck without my even thinking about it. It’s something I want to do. I’m standing on my tip-toes, his hands are crushing me to him, his mouth is dominating mine, controlling mine and I can feel how hard he is where he presses against me. Suddenly I know. He wants me. Me.“Ohhhhh.” I moan into his mouth. My breasts are crushed against his chest and I’m not wearing a bra and my top is very thin and my nipples press deliciously against him. Even more so than when Craig and I are making out. It’s that good, it really is. His hands move me, pull me hard against him, lift me a little, my clitoris rubs against his length, shivery spasms of pleasure and excitement ripple through me and I’m jelly in his arms. I belong in his arms.His eyes hold mine, he’s breathing hard, nostrils flaring as he kisses me, crushing my lips and he’s totally in control of what’s happening and we both know it when his mouth finally lifts from mine. There’s that look in his eye and I’m not weak at the knees. I’m jelly and without his hands supporting me, I’d melt to the floor.His hands don’t release me, they lift me to sit on his desk, the wood surface cool against my butt. He’s still pressed against me but now my legs are either side of him where he stands between them, his hands on my hips, holding me tight, his face looking down at mine. Both my hands rest on his shoulders. I’m panting. I’m waiting. My mind is empty, I’m not thinking. I’m waiting for him to kiss me again. I’m wanting him to kiss me again.He’s looking down at me. “The wolf wants to kiss you again, Little Red Riding Hood,” he breathes.Adrenaline floods through me. What’s happening to me? What is he doing to me? I have no idea but I’m overwhelmed by his body pressing against me, so close to me. “You can do anything you want to me, Mr. Wolf, Sir,” I whisper back, looking up at him. I don’t know what makes me say that but I know it’s true. I’m a little scared at my words. Andrew isn’t Craig. Craig I can control, stop with a word, a gesture. Craig is a boy. He’s two years older than me but still, he’s a boy. Andrew isn’t. He’s a man. He’s in his fifties, assured, self-confident, he has that aura about him. He’s an alpha male, at his peak. I realize this in an instant, looking at him as his hard body presses against mine. I mean, I read romance novels, I’ve read all those Cosmo articles about alpha males. I’ve never met one before. I’d thought it was all made up. Fiction. Now I don’t. Not anymore. Now, looking up at Andrew, I know what an alpha male really is. I’m so aware of him. His aura. His scent. The power and strength and self-assurance he radiates. His proximity. His interest in me. He’s interested, I can feel that against me. He’s hard. So hard. Hard the way a man is hard when he’s really excited. I can feel him pressing against me. I can feel him now, a hard bulge against me where I’m so sensitive. I know he’s hard for me and it’s impossible to say just how overwhelming that knowledge is. I don’t care that he’s married or that he’s as old as my Dad. For all I care he could have half a dozen wives and as many girlfriends. They don’t matter because right now he’s interested in me and I’m here, with him. Just him and me. I’m looking up at him and I hear my own words and I think maybe I’ve gone bug nuts or something. I shouldn’t have said that. I know. I know but I did and I don’t care. I meant it and I mean it now. “Anything?” he breathes, his voice low, husky. He moves even closer to me. His hardness presses blatantly against me where I’m so vulnerable and so unbearably sensitive. With my legs either side of his, I’m open to him and my short little skirt is flipped up. Only my little red lace panties and his trousers are between us as his hardness presses against me. I realize how wet I am as that rigid bulge forcefully pushes my lace panties inwards between labia that are swollen and slippery and acutely sensitive. He’s pressing himself hard against me. It’s not subtle. He’s not hinting. He’s displaying his interest in me.“Anything, Regan?” he repeats, his hands holding my hips as he grinds against me. It’s blatantly obvious what he’s thinking of. He’s not being subtle. But then, wolves aren’t, are they? They’re hunters. They’re predators. If you’re being hunted and you’re not a predator, you’re only chance of escape is to run. To flee. But I didn’t flee did I? Little Red Riding Hood walked willingly into the Wolf’s den.I’m suddenly aware that this isn’t a fairy story and maybe I’m the prey being hunted here and it’s far too late for me to flee. I shudder with helpless excitement. If I’m the prey, I’m already well and truly caught. “Anything,” I whisper. I know what I’ve just said means. I can’t stop myself saying it. It’s true. “Anything you want.”One of his hands leaves my waist, unfastens the clasp that holds that cloak around my neck, brushes it back so that it falls from me to pool on the desk behind me.“Did I mention how much I like your costume, Regan Wong,” he says, and his hand is running over me. Running over those leather straps and buckles and my back and shoulder and my arm. “Not really,” I say, looking up at him.“Not really, Sir,” he corrects me immediately. Why does he like it so much when I call him Sir?It doesn’t matter. It’s what he wants me to say. “No really, Sir,” I whisper. What’s he doing to me? Why am I feeling like this? It’s so weird but I’m so excited.“It makes me want to touch you,” he says. “Do you mind if I do?”“Anything, Sir,” I whisper, feeling his hand roaming over me. Liking it. With Craig, I don’t mind, it’s okay when he touches me. With Andrew, it leaves me breathless, wanting more. I’m waiting for him to kiss me again. I want him to kiss me again. I’m feeling weird, not at all like I usually do with Craig. Craig is always so tentative and clumsy. Rough. Andrew is decisive, confident. He caresses where Craig fumbles. Takes where Craig asks. He’s telling me what he wants and he’s taking what he wants from me and I like the way he does it. It’s exciting to feel his hand running over me with such assurance. I’m limp, almost unable to move. I wonder if the real Red Riding Hood felt like this when the Wolf came for her.“I love your costume, Regan,” he says. His hand is cupping one of my breasts, his thumb strumming my rubbery hard nipple. I’m a violin being played, that’s what I feel like. The music is inside me though, silent. For all that its silent, it reverberates through my body. “But these straps are in the way.”Saying nothing, I reach behind my back. I know where it unfastens, it’s easy when you know. And I have practiced. Flick, flick and flick. It comes loose, I shrug it off, down my arms, drop it on his desk. Without it on, I feel free, unfettered, released from a cage. It’s a release that Andrew immediately takes full advantage of. His fingers unfasten three of the buttons down the front of my top. He’s fast. My top’s half undone before I can do more than blink and look down. His hand slides with casual ease inside the opening he’s made. He cups one of my breasts, his hand hot on my skin. I shiver at his touch. My nipple is aching, swollen, so hard now that it hurts. His thumb runs across it, sending little ripples and shivers of pleasure through me. Outside, Paradise by the Dashboard light continues to pound out. In this room where there’s only the two of us, and it’s my heart that pounds as Andrew’s hand makes free of my breast. He’s exploring, touching me, his fingers moving on me. It’s not like I haven’t had a hand on my boobs before. Craig’s hand has been there any number of times. But no-one else’s. Not until now. Andrew’s hand somehow belongs on me. It’s almost as if my breast is made for his hand.“Beautiful,” he says, his hand stretching my top open so he can look down at my nipple. I look down with him. I see my nipple, swollen, large, a dark reddish-brown surrounded by a wide areola. My breast is small in his hand. “You don’t need a bra at all.”“No,” I say. I don’t, not really. Small and firm, that’s me. Lulu as well. We could almost be twins. We share clothes all the time. I lift one hand from his shoulder, finish unfastening my top so that it comes completely open. Both my breasts are completely exposed to him. Almost, I’m offering them to him. No, there’s no almost. I am offering my breasts to him. I know that. He’s looking at me. He knows that too. I see the knowledge in his eyes. He smiles. “I want to bite you, Little Red Riding Hood,” he breathes.I gasp, my heart beats harder. I’m panting. I’m shivering. Almost, I moan out loud. His look says that he knows what he’s doing to me. That he knows, and he says that to me knowing what it does to me, that excites me even more. How does he know? It doesn’t matter, I’m not stopping offering myself to him. Kiss me? Bite me? He can do whatever he wants. I’d like it if he bit me, I’m sure. Not too hard though.“If you want to,” I gasp. Then, for no reason I can think of, I add “Sir” again. He does seem to like it when I call him “Sir.” I’ll try and remember. He shivers. He actually shivers at my words. The look on his face makes me want to shiver too but I’m already offering myself to him and there’s no going back. He accepts my offer, bending his knees, lowering his head. I watch as his lips close on one nipple. The one he’s been playing with.“Ohhhhhh.” My back arches a little as his lips close very gently around it. He sucks, his tongue circling, licking, lapping, his mouth opening to engulf my entire breast. I shiver against him, my other hand holding the back of his head now, pulling him to me as I push my breast into his mouth. His mouth suckles at my breast, the pleasure rippling through me to pool at my centre, a molten heat within me. Craig has done this to me in the past, since we got more serious. Well, since we officially became boyfriend and girlfriend. I’ve never understood that fascination guys have with a girl’s boobs but now I don’t care, it’s just so good when his tongue toys with my nipple. So much pleasure from his mouth on me and I don’t want his mouth to stop doing what it’s doing to me.His hand leaves my breast to the tender mercies of his mouth, slipping down under my skirt where I’m perched on the edge of the desk, my legs spread wide. His hand cups me though my little red lace panties where I’m so hot and wet. His fingers press against me, one finger pressing in against my slit, pushing my lace panties inwards. I know he can feel how wet I am. I know how wet I am.“Ohhhh.” I cry out with the excitement of that touch, feeling my labia separated by his finger pushing inwards against me. Craig’s touched me there too, his finger has been inside me, his hand inside my panties but it’s never been as exciting as the touch of Andrew’s hand on me is now. Andrew knows what he’s doing, he knows how to draw the pleasure out from within me and make me feel it and I am, I’m helplessly enthralled. In that moment, I’m his and he can take me right now if wants to. I’m sure he knows it.His mouth lifts from my breast, he’s kissing me again, his fingers teasing my sex, moving, pressing. My panties are soaked through. I know how wet I am. If I sit here much longer I’m going to leave a wet puddle on his desk. I’m moaning. I want to move against his hand but I can’t. I can’t move at all. I want to though.“Would really you offer yourself to the wolf with the red roses, Regan?” he breathes in my ear.The atmosphere is electric, charged with anticipation. My heart races. His mouth takes possession of mine before I can even think of an answer. His lips crush mine. I moan. His tongue takes possession of me. There’s no resistance from me. I’ve never been kissed like this and I can’t get enough of it. When his mouth leaves mine, I’m gasping for breath.“Would really you offer yourself to the wolf with the red roses, Regan?” He breathes that question again. His eyes burn into mine and I know the answer now.“Yes,” I moan, feeling his fingers pressing, squeezing, touching. “Yes, Sir.” I want him to hold me tight. Then, “I’m so wet.” Why did I tell him that? He must know. He’s touching me there. I need to tell him though. I need him to know how I feel but I don’t know how to put it in words. There are no words, not for what I’m feeling now.“I know, Regan,” he says, his nose brushing mine. “You’re very wet.” His lips return to brush mine. “Harry said you’re sleeping over tonight, you and Lulu?”“Yes,” I moan. I can say yes to Andrew. Easily. Very easily. Willingly.“sleep in the bed nearest the door,” he says.“Why?” I moan, just before he kisses me again. His mouth lifts from mine, his fingers bahis siteleri play a symphony on my sex. Exquisite sensations. I shiver, tremble. One of my hands moves to rest on his as he touches me. I want to moan out loud the way I do with Craig but I’m too shy. I want his finger inside me but I’m too shy to ask him. He’s smiling as I look up at him. He knows what he’s doing to me. I’m sure he can read my mind.“Why do you think, Regan,” he breathes at last, his eyes holding mine, his fingers holding me enthralled. I am enthralled. Captured. Bespelled. In this moment, I’m his thrall, his slave, his captive. My heart jumps. A black hole flowers within me. I know. I know what he wants. He wants me. Wet heat throbs at the juncture of my thighs. I want him. I know I want to give myself to him. Surrender to him.He smiles, a slow smile, a smile that thrills through me. “You know what I want, Regan.”“Yes.” That one whispered word seems to come from someone else’s voice but I know it’s mine.“Undo my trousers for me.”“Huh?” I gasp, shocked. Heart thumping. Excited. Scared. What if someone walks in? He seems to know what I’m thinking. “I locked the doors behind us,” he adds. “Nobody’ll walk in.”After a moment, I obey, heart pounding, fumbling at his zipper. I’ve done this with Craig. Held his cock in my hand, stroked him off. I’ve given Craig blowjobs as well. I’m nervous though. I’ve only ever done any of this with Craig. Never with anyone else. Never with a man like Andrew. As old as my Dad. Maybe older. My hands are shaking as I unzip him. He only told me undo his trousers. But once you’ve undone a man’s trousers, what comes next? I don’t need to ask. I don’t need to be told. I’m eighteen, I’m not a baby and this is something I’ve done before. I’m confident now and besides, I’m curious. He’s been pressed up hard against me, I’ve felt it. Now I want to see his cock. I want to hold him in my hand. I go ahead and slip my fingers in through the opening in his boxers without him saying a word. My heart almost stops when I touch him for the first time. Silky skin, heat, rigid hardness. I draw him out, clasp him in my fingers, look down at him. Saliva floods my mouth. I want to sink to my knees before him and take him in my mouth. “Good girl,” he says as I examine him. He’s big, bigger than Craig. Thicker. Blue veins, a swollen head, his shaft is so thick I can’t circle him with my thumb and fingers. Rigidly hard. Steely hard under my fingers and I know he’s excited by this. I’m exciting him. I want to see his balls as well but they’re hidden by his clothing. He smiles with approval. He too is looking down at my hand where I clasp him in my fingers. “That’s why I want you to sleep in the bed nearest the door,” he says. “Little Red Riding Hood is going to get a visit from the Big Bad Wolf tonight if she leaves her bedroom door open.”“Won’t you huff and puff and blow the door down if I don’t leave it open?” I whisper. I can’t stop looking at his cock. It’s so hot and hard, steel sheathed in silk in my hand. It’s big too. Definitely he’s bigger than Craig. Longer and thicker. I’m liquidly wet now and his fingers know it. I can hear little wet sounds where he’s touching me through my panties and I’m so embarrassed. I can’t stop what I’m doing though. I don’t want him to stop what he’s doing either. I want more. I want him to take more from me. I want him to take what he wants from me. Everything he wants. Everything I have to give.“No, Regan,” he smiles. “Wrong story. You need to open the door and let me in, otherwise the wolf will be defeated and forced to retreat. This wolf only takes what’s offered to him willingly.”My hand is moving on him now, slowly stroking him. He’s so hard under my fingers and I’m melting. We’re both looking at my hand as it moves on him. The head of his cock is almost brushing the back of his hand where he’s touching me with his fingers. He kisses my forehead. I look up, my eyes meet his.“Offered?” I whisper. My thoughts are a mess, incoherent. “Are you offering yourself to the wolf with the red roses, Regan?” he breathes. “Because the wolf wants you. The wolf wants you very much, Regan Wong. But only if you say yes to the wolf.” His finger pushes against my slit, pushes the lace of my panties inwards between my labia. I’m so sensitive and that lace is rough. Abrasive. For a moment, I want to cry out but I don’t. Instead, a wordless whimper escapes me.“Are you offering yourself to the wolf with the red roses?” He’s repeating his question.“Yes,” I gasp, shuddering as his fingertip pushes inwards, my eyes looking up into his. I can barely form the word, my mouth isn’t mine. “Yes, I am, Mr. Wolf, Sir.”“Do you say that to all the boys?” He grins. It’s a joke? No, it’s the words from the song. Somebody has put it on repeat. Jesus, I can’t think straight. My toes are curling. I’m dying here. Oh Jesus Jesus Jesus don’t stop touching me. Don’t stop. Touch me properly. Put your finger inside me.“No,” I gasp. “I don’t, not to anyone. Only to you … only to you … Sir.” His fingers are driving me crazy. Craig’s never done this to me, never got me so mindlessly excited like this. I’m just about squirming on his desk. I want to beg him. Just, I don’t know what to beg for. No, I do know, but I’ve never done this before and I’m shy but I want him. I want him so much now. I don’t know how to ask him.“Not Craig?” He’s smiling, watching me. He’s enjoying my excitement, he knows what he’s doing to me and he’s seeing my confusion and that I’m flustered and he’s enjoying it and I want him to. I want him to enjoy me. I want him to see my excitement and my embarrassment and how much I want what he’s doing to me. “No,” I gasp. “Yes … Craig … no, I don’t know… I’ve never…” I’m totally confused, my brain’s not working. It’s disconnected from my mouth. His fingers make me want to squeal. I want to lie back on the desk and just feel him fingering me there. Anywhere. Whatever he wants. My hand strokes him and strokes him, his hard shaft feels so good and I want to stroke him until he shoots off in my hand. Better yet, I want to sink to my knees on the floor and take his cock in my mouth and taste him as he shoots off in my mouth. For the first time in my life I know. I want this. I want his cock. I want Andrew to take me and make me his. I want to surrender myself to him. And I’m not thinking of only a blowjob now. Neither is he, but then, I don’t think he was thinking of blowjobs to start with. That was just me.“Craig’s never made love to you has he, Regan? Is that what you want to tell me?”“No …no, Sir, he hasn’t … yes …” God, my mouth. I’m panting. Looking at his cock, I want him in my mouth. I want to taste him, I want him to shoot off in my mouth like Craig does. Fill my mouth with his cum so that I have to swallow and swallow. I want to taste him. No, I don’t, I want to spread my legs wide, I want open myself for him. I want him to take me as a woman is taken. “Please … please Andrew….”“I want you, Regan.” He looks so serious now, so intent. “I want to make love to you tonight.”My heart is pounding so hard I think I’m going to faint. I swallow. “I’ll leave the door open … for you … But Lulu ….”He smiles. “Lulu won’t wake up for anything once she’s asleep,” he says.“Oh,” I say. He’s right. “We better stop now,” he says, “or the Wolf is going to take Little Red Riding Hood on his desk.” His hand leaves me. I keep stroking him. I don’t want to stop. I tug at him, pulling him closer, pressing the swollen purple head of him against my red lace panties. Against me. It feels so good and if my panties weren’t there and he pushed, he’d be inside me. I know that. He knows that too and I can see from the expression on his face that for a moment, he’s tempted. “Please,” I gasp. ”You can if you want.”His hand takes mine, removes my fingers. He steps back, tucks himself away. He’s so big and so hard and it takes him a little effort. He grins at me. “You can have it all later, Regan. If you want it. Do you want it? Because I want you, Regan Wong, I want you very much.”My heart pounds at the look he gives me. “Yes,” I say, very faintly. I can’t move. I’m limp. “Yes, Sir.”“Let’s get back out there,” he says, “Craig will be looking for you soon.”“Yes,” I say again, finally standing, my legs quivery. I almost fall. It’s so hard to stand when your legs feel like they’re jelly and your knees aren’t yours anymore. I just want to lie down. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to think. My top is hanging open. I don’t care if Craig is looking for me either. I’d rather stay here with Andrew.“Wait,” he says. His hands are on my breasts, both of them. I close my eyes and wait and then his arms are around me and he’s kissing me again and I’m kissing him back and his hand wraps itself in my long dirty blonde hair and tilts my head back, forcing me to look up at him.“I want to make you mine tonight, Regan,” he breathes, looking down into my eyes. I’m trembling, feeling him pressing against me. Hard. He’s so big and hard. “I want you to know what I want to do to you. I want you to say yes to me. Understand me, Regan?” My body flames. If he wasn’t holding me, I’d sink to the floor. “Yes,” I whisper.His free hand is on my breast again, cupping my breast. “Regan, I’d like to share something with you.” His voice flows over me like molten chocolate, thick and liquid, clinging to my skin. I’m tingling everywhere, just at his words, at the sound of his voice.“Yes,” I manage to whisper. I want him to bite me.“I like telling you what to do,” he says. “I like it even more when you obey me, Regan. When you call me Sir. I like that a lot. You did say you’d give me anything, before. If I tell you what to do, will you obey me?”That wasn’t what I’d meant, but, okay, yes, I’ll obey him. I’ll do what he wants me to do, I think. I’m standing here in his arms, my top wide open, my boob still wet with his saliva. His hand is on my boob, making free of me. His other hand has my head pinned, looking up at him. I’m scared, but I’m excited.“Yes,” I whisper again. I’ll obey him. “Yes, Sir, I’ll obey you.” It feels so good to say that.He smiles. “Use this hand…” He takes my right hand in his. “…And pinch your nipple as hard as you can.”Huh? I’m confused. “Why?” His hand is still wrapped in my hair, holding my head so that I have to look up at him. I like the way he’s holding me. I like his other hand on my boob.“Because I want you too, Regan, that’s why.” He smiles. “Obedience, that’s what I want from you, Regan.” He kisses me gently but his eyes are blazing. When his mouth lifts from mine, he’s breathing hard, like a stallion. That look, the way be breathes, his hands on me. I shiver, tightening inside with a delicious heat that threatens to buckle my knees all over again. “Do it for me, Regan,” he growls, his voice husky, low. “Obey me.”My breathe catches. Somehow I think he’s testing me and I want to pass. My right hand moves to my breast, I cup myself, feeling my breast, small and very firm, my nipple so hard and swollen. Not its usual soft puffy swelling but an elongated rubbery hardness that’s far larger than normal. I know how sensitive my nipples are, but now, with his fingers toying with the other, my own fingers bring a little thrill to me. I grip my nipple loosely between my thumb and foreknuckle. “Pinch my nipple?” My voice is thin, reedy, not my normal voice at all. “Sir,” I add.“Pinch your nipple as hard as you can for as long as you can,” Andrew says. “I want to watch you do that for me.”I look into his eyes, I take a breath. Squeeze. Squeeze harder. Keep squeezing. My nipples are sensitive and it hurts. I really am pinching myself hard. “Owww.” I gasp, a warm flush spreading across my skin when I finally release myself. That hurt.“Good girl,” he says.“Do it to me,” I whisper, looking up at him. I’m scared. This is weird. Exciting, but weird. Why am I asking him? I have no idea. “Do what?” he asks.“Pinch my nipple, Sir,” I gasp. “I want you to.” My insides tighten as I speak, a rush of heat inside me, at my center. I’m hypnotized by his eyes.“Do you have any idea what I want to do to you, Regan Wong,” he whispers, his hand moving slowly on my breast. “No, Sir,” I gasp, “not really.” I don’t have any idea at all, not really, except that he wants to come to my bed tonight, which almost certainly means he wants to make love to me. I’ll let him. I’ll let him to anything he wants to me. I’ll do anything he wants. I think. I mean, it’s not like I’ve made love with anyone before. I try and put that into words. “I’ve never….” It’s so hard. I force myself. “I’ve never had sex before, Sir.” I swallow. Blush a fiery red. He’s forcing me to look up into his eyes when I want to turn my head away. I’m embarrassed, shy. But I’ve told him.“Never?” he breathes. “Not even with Craig?”I want to shake my head but I can’t move. “Never,” I whisper. “Not with anyone.” In a moment of candor, I add, “I’m good at blowjobs though.”“Oh, are you?” Andrew grins. “Well, you can show me later. Do you still want me to pinch your nipple?”“Ohhhhh.” His question, it hits me physically. “Yes,” I moan. My face burns. “Please, Sir. If you’d like to.” Somehow I think he would.He says nothing. His thumb makes gentle sweeps up the curved underside of my breast, over my nipple, lightly back down again and he’s smiling as he takes my swollen nipple between his thumb and his finger and squeezes. Hard. Much harder than I squeezed my own nipple. “Owwww …oowww..owwwww.” Both my hands are on his shoulders, I’m clutching at him, arching my back, standing on my tiptoes and it hurts and he’s squeezing harder, he’s twisting my nipple, tugging at it and my insides are rippling, tightening and he’s watching me, his eyes watching my face and I know he’s enjoying this and his squeezing hurts me. It hurts me so that I feel tears of pain trickle from my eyes and I’m squealing but I don’t ask him to stop because I can see that he’s enjoying this and I love it that he is and somehow I’m enjoying it even though it hurts like fuck.“Owww,” I sob. “Owwww…. Owwwww.” He’s twisting my nipple and squeezing just as hard and his other hand releases my hair and slips between our bodies, slides inside my panties. I’m wet, so wet and my nipple hurts and my sex seems to somehow open and suck his finger inside me so that I’m clasping his finger tightly with my channel walls, his finger is up inside me, my hips are jerking as he cups me and holds me and squeezes and tugs and twists my nipple.“Oowwooohhhhhh …. Ohhhhhhh.” I’m sobbing, I’m moaning, I’ve fallen back against his desk. I’m held up by the desk and his hand between my thighs, I’m impaled on his finger, feeling it move inside me, exploring me and I’m so wet and my clitoris is so swollen and sensitive and he knows how to touch me there and he is, he’s touching me and my hips jerk wildly, uncontrollable and I’m sobbing and crying out. He twists my nipple hard again, squeezes. Sudden pain shoots through me, somehow meeting and joining the pleasure at the juncture of my thighs, building in an instant into explosive orgasm that crashes through me like one of those waves that comes from nowhere and dumps you unexpectedly on the beach with all the wind knocked out of you.I’ve never felt anything so good as his hand holds me, as my sex dances on his finger in an explosion of pleasure that is longer and harder than any orgasm my own fingers have ever brought me to. My pleasure washes through me in great waves, a sun going nova within me and then, moaning, sobbing, I lean limply forward to rest my head against his shoulder.His fingers release my nipple at last, his other finger eases out from inside me, his hand slides out from inside my panties and I’m drained, panting, glowing. His hand, the hand that was inside my panties, cups my cheek, and lifts my face up to look into his while his other hand caresses my breast gently, soothing the pain there. I can smell my own scent on his fingers. He kisses me.“I’m going to fuck you tonight, Regan Wong,” he breathes in my ear. “Do you really want that?”“Yes, Sir, I do, Sir,” I murmur. There’s nothing inside me but a glowing acceptance of what he wants to do to me. Surrender. Utter and complete surrender and it feels so right. Not that I think there was any resistance to start with. “I’ll leave the door open for you.”“Good,” he says. He kisses me again. Picks up the strappy bondage top thing. I have no idea what it’s called. “Wear this harness for me,” he says. “Don’t wear anything but this in bed tonight, Regan. I want my little Valentine naked and ready for me. In fact, I want you to wear it now, under your top this time.”His hands push my top down my arms, peel it off me. I’m half-sitting on his desk, naked from the waist up. I’ve been naked from the waist up with Craig but with Andrew it’s something I really want and he’s putting that strappy thing on me with his own hands. The straps criss-cross me but they leave my breasts completely exposed. More than exposed. They frame and accentuate my breasts in a triangle made up of strips of black leather with small silver buckles and rings. My skin burns. Embarrassment? Shame? Excitement? My nipples are still so swollen and large, so hard. Aching. Andrew fastens the back. Looks down at me. “Oh fuck, Regan, yes,” he almost groans.I reach out and touch him, looking up at him as my fingers clasp him. Inside his trousers, he’s rock hard. I brush his length with my fingers. I want to hold him in my hand again. He looks down at my touch. His hands move to cup my breasts again. bahis şirketleri Both of them. I lean forward, pushing them against his hands“Tonight, Regan Wong,” he breathes. “Wait until later tonight when I come to you.” He picks up my red top, helps me put it on. Buttons it for me. Fastens my cape around my neck with tender fingers. Just before he opens the French doors for us to slip out and back into the party, he whispers in my ear. “Remember what you’re going to wear for me tonight, Regan. Nothing else. Just what I told you. That’s all.”I don’t say anything. I want to moan out loud. If he turns me round and pushes me onto his desk or onto the floor and takes me right at this moment, I know I’ll let him. He doesn’t do anything. I’m not sure if I’m disappointed or not. I do know I can’t wait for later tonight. I know what he wants now. Me. And I know what I’m going to give him. My surrender.I’m going to offer more than my throat to the Wolf with the Red Roses. I’m going to be almost naked and ready for him. I’m going to offer him everything. When he comes to me, he’ll know that he can do what he wants to me. He’ll know that he can take me. Because I’ll be waiting for him and I’ll be wearing exactly what he wants me to wear. Nothing else.I’m not even thinking of Craig when I walk back out into the party.Actually, I’m not even thinking.We haven’t been gone long. Only fifteen minutes although it seems like a lot longer. Nobody has missed us. I can’t see Craig or Lulu. When I go to the bar, Harry shrugs. Neither has he. He pours me a drink. My fourth drink of the night. Coke with a dash of vodka and lots of ice. That’s what I usually drink at parties. Not that I drink much. I’m drinking way more tonight than I usually do. I perch at the bar and sip on it. I’m trying to think and not succeeding very well. My body is on fire, my skin tingles and burns, my nipples ache and they’re so swollen. I can feel the leather straps tight against my skin, under my top and my nipples are so hard. Those leather straps constantly remind me of what’s going to happen to me later tonight. I keep thinking of Andrew’s cock in my hand and whenever I do, my breathe comes faster, my heart rate jumps. I want to go to bed right this moment and wait for him. I want to hold his cock in my hand again and stroke him. Right now.I’ll need to say goodnight to Craig first though or he’ll come looking for me. Maybe I should feel bad about what I’m going to do tonight with Andrew, but I don’t. Craig is my boyfriend but it’s not like I’m in love with him. He’s not in love with me either. We like each other, but it was Lulu dating Harry that brought us together. Craig is Harry’s best friend, Lulu is mine. When they started dating it was kind of natural that Craig and I meet. Dating just followed. The two of them like dating two Chinese girls. Lulu and I are as close to looking like twins as makes no difference. Harry and Craig are very similar looking too. It’s been fun, although neither Lulu’s parents nor mine really approve of us dating gweilo guys. We both knew that right from the start but we did it anyway. In all honesty I just went along with Lulu. She’s the one that had a huge crush on Harry and she’d pushed me into dating Harry’s friend so we could keep going out together.**************************************************************“Okay, okay, you date this gweilo if you want to, Regan,” my Mom had said to me when I’d told her I was going on a date with Craig, not very happily. “You’re eighteen now, you’re a big girl. But no hanky panky, okay. These gweilo boys, they want sex all the time. They did when I was your age, I tell you. You just say no. First base, okay. Second base, okay maybe. He want third base, you tell him referee says he’s out, okay. Date him now, have some fun, find a good Chinese boy when you go to College next year, Regan. One that’s going to graduate soon, good qualifications, something professional. By the time you finish College, you should have a good degree and a ring on your finger. Then you can have fun, lots of hanky panky. No need to tell your fiancée everything. Once you’ve got the ring along with hooking a nice Chinese boy, hanky panky’s fine.” My Mom is like that. Practical. That’s how she’d landed Dad. She’d told me often enough. When I was younger, it sounded like a plan. Now? Not so much, although I do wonder how much hanky panky my Mom got up to. And if she ever dated a gweilo. I’m not asking though. I don’t really want to know. Lulu’s Mom said more or less the same thing to Lulu. We compared notes. Of course we both listened. Of course I’d thought Mom was right. Chinese Mom’s are always right. Lulu wasn’t so sure. She was already in love with Harry and her older sister had married a gweilo. “One gweilo in the family, that’s enough, Lulu, don’t get serious about this boy,” her Mom had said when she’d started dating Harry. Lulu wasn’t in agreement on that one. She knew Harry was in love with her. I wasn’t so sure that she was right. My personal opinion was that Harry liked Lulu coz she was hot and she was Chinese and he had a thing for Asian girls but Lulu didn’t want to hear that, so I didn’t say anything. And hey, Craig made a nice boyfriend and it wasn’t like I had a crush on anyone else. So it’s not like I’m complaining. I’m not. Or, well, I haven’t been.That first base, second base, third base thing? All that flew out the window for Lulu and I as soon as we started dating Harry and Craig. For me, it was in fact on my very first date with Craig, two weeks after my eighteenth birthday. Watching a movie. At his parents’ house. He lived at home, but his parents were out or away or something. It didn’t matter. We had the house to ourselves and Craig took advantage of that right from the get go. We settled down in the rec room. He pulled up some chick flicks for us to watch. Chick flicks? Yeah! He scored points with me right away. He went on to score more than points.His arm slipped around me and I was fine with that. I was fine when nestling against him morphed into sitting on his lap. He had an erection. I was okay with that, guys got erections when they kissed me. Fact of life and I didn’t mind. It was exciting for me feeling it and knowing I’d done that to him. I liked it. I was even finer when he started kissing me. It’s not like I hadn’t been kissed before. It’s not like I hadn’t dated before. It’s not like I hadn’t fended guys off before. I had.Just, well-behaved Chinese guys who knew when to back off and give it a rest. Not gweilo guys like Craig. Before I knew it, we were deep in a game of tonsil hockey and halfway down my throat seemed to be where the goal was. Craig was scoring non-stop. I made a hopeless goal keeper. Actually, I wasn’t even trying to put up a defense. I can honestly say that no guy up until then had ever kissed me like that. I was panting like a bitch in heat. Thirty minutes after that chick flick had started to play, it was forgotten completely. I don’t think I even saw the name of the movie. My specially chosen top was completely unbuttoned and hanging loose. I was being kissed by Craig while one of his hands fumbled with my bra and I was so glad I’d worn a pretty one.Okay, he was good at kissing, but he still hadn’t mastered the art of the instant unhook. Second base was somewhere I hadn’t been too before and I know what you’re thinking. Eighteen and never had her boobs mauled by some teenage guy. Hey, I’m Chinese. My Mom and Dad were real strict and I was a good girl. Also, I’d only ever dated good Chinese boys who knew the rules and whose parents invariably knew mine. Craig was a gweilo and he didn’t follow Chinese boy rules. Not the Chinese boys that I knew anyhow. His parents didn’t know my parents either.Craig’s rules were different. Craig was out for a home run and he was good. He was planning for second base the moment he got to first. I really really wanted Craig to get to second base. Mom had said second base was okay. Maybe it was a bit fast to get there an hour into our first date, but that was okay. Mom hadn’t said anything about timing, just that it was okay. Chinese Mom’s, they know best and I was more than willing to listen to my Mom’s advice. I reached behind my back with one hand and flicked the strap of my little black lace bra undone.“Ohhhhhhh.” I hadn’t been able to stop myself from moaning when Craig’s hand cupped one boob. The first time a guy’s hands had touched my boobs. I liked it. Not just a lot. I liked it tremendously.“We shouldn’t.” But we did. I hadn’t stopped Craig from peeling my top and my bra off me completely before moving me to lie on my back on the couch. I hadn’t stopped Craig when his mouth latched on to one boob while his hand continued on its mission of exploration and tantalization. My boobs were his and he did with them as he wanted. Me? I enjoyed him doing what he wanted to them. What Craig wanted seemed to involve a lot of licking and sucking and lapping and wonderfully swollen and aching nipples and fingers that found those nipples irresistible and played with them delightfully.Second base? I wanted Craig to stay on second base for as long as he liked. All night if he wanted to. I’d never imagined a guy sucking and licking and kissing my nipples could be so exciting. Well, it was. I lay there, making little noises, one hand stroking his head as he suckled on my boobs, as his hands ran over me everywhere above the waist. Not just my boobs now. My stomach, my sides, my shoulders, my arms, he was touching me everywhere and now and then his mouth would leave my boobs and we’d play tonsil hockey again. When his hands started running over my hips and my legs, I was glad I’d worn jeans. Third base? Nope. Not going there. Off limits.I could feel how hard he was. Pressed against my hip, I could feel that hard bulge that I knew was his erection. I could feel it even better when he lay on top of me kissing me, his now naked chest hot against my equally naked skin, crushing my boobs, that bulge pressed against me where I was so amazingly sensitive. So startlingly hot and wet. He moved, against me, little rubbing movements as he kissed me.“Oooohhhhhh ….oohhhhhhh.” I was moaning into his mouth. It felt so good. But third base was out. Out out out. Mom had said so, and Chinese Mom’s know best. No third base. No way.Fifteen minutes later. “Oh god … Craig … we shouldn’t …. We shouldn’t …oh god …” then “Let me” as I unzipped my jeans and pushed then halfway to my knees.“OOOHHHHH,” as his hand slipped inside my panties five minutes after that and just like that third base was in serious play. I was looking up at him and he was doing things to me. Amazing things. Exciting things. Five minutes after that my jeans were completely off and on the floor somewhere and his hand was once again inside my pretty little black panties. I’d never expected him to see them but they came as a set with the bra and now I was glad I’d worn them. Except the way Craig was moving, I wouldn’t be wearing them for much longer. He’d gotten everything else off me and now he had one finger inside me, busily exploring. I was panting like a bitch in heat and I knew if I didn’t do something fast, my panties would be going the where the rest of my clothes already were and someone was going to not just get to third base, where he was already firmly established, someone was definitely going to score a home run because I was fast losing any ability to say no to anything. Two frantically squirming, squealing and moaning minutes later I was on my knees on the floor, kneeling in front of him as he sat back on the couch, still wearing my panties, holding his cock in one hand and giving him a desperate and very inexpert blowjob. He came in my mouth, coating my tonsils with his cum. I swallowed with wide-eyed excitement. I wasn’t sure about the taste, but okay, it wasn’t bad and it was exciting when he shot off in my mouth and, well, no home run. The noises he made as I blew him, wow! Not only that, there was that sense of accomplishment, of success. I’d done it. I’d not only satisfied Craig, I’d successfully kept my panties on, preserved my virginity and I’d done something I’d heard the gweipoh girls talking about but had never expected to do. At least, not until I had that ring on my finger. That was just a few weeks ago, and it pretty much set the precedent for every date we’d been on since them. And we dated a lot. I actually enjoyed blowjobs right from that first one, unexpected as it as. Craig gave me lots of opportunities and I got better at them fast. Hey, I’m Chinese, I’m a fast learner, and my parents pushed me hard to overachieve. There was always that parental drive for me to be good at everything I did. So of course I studied. I wanted to be really good at blowjobs, just like I was good at everything else I did. I wanted to be the best. I watched video clips online, I picked up some ideas. I read everything I could find. I even jumped on a couple of chat boards and asked. Under a pseudonym of course. I was amazed at some of the answers. My educational horizons were certainly expanded.But honestly, those online chat boards were more useful than any other resource. I tried out whatever I picked up right away, on Craig, and I found he enjoyed my little experiments. Hands-on experience is definitely valuable and I filed that one away. I was going to apply for the co-op program at College, for sure. Hands-on was good, in this context, mouth-on experience was even better. Lots of little things like licking him very slowly before I started using my mouth on him. Holding his balls and licking them, making lots of little noises while I sucked on him. Coating his cock with saliva and jerking him off at the same time as I used my mouth on him. How to use my hand on him with all those little variations. How to take as much of him as possible into my mouth. Having him cum on my boobs. Lulu and I compared notes all the way. Conflicted or not about sex, Lu’s first date with Harry had gone much the same way as mine. And Lulu is as competitive as I am. It was Lulu that told me that Harry liked to shoot off on her face. I already knew she was giving Harry blowjobs just like she knew all about my first date with Craig. I know what Lulu does with Harry, she tells me everything. She and I’ve been friends from Grade One. I know her life. I know everything she and Harry do, just like she knows all those little details about Craig and me. She’s very religious, she goes to Mass. She helps teach Sunday school at our Chinese Catholic Church. Back then she was totally conflicted over sex with Harry. She hasn’t gone all the way but I know she wants to. I know that because she’s told me. She’s in love with Harry. She’s struck a balance by giving him blowjobs. She’s conflicted about that too, but she’s somehow managed to convince herself that a blowjob is only a little sin, not a big one, and as long as it prevents the bigger one, it’s okay. Whatever, we’d swapped a lot of tips and techniques on blowjobs since we started dating Harry and Craig. Whatever one of us learnt, we shared and the other was soon trying out. She’s told me she swallows now when Harry shoots off. To start with she wouldn’t let him finish in her mouth, so he’d shoot off on her boobs or her stomach and later on, on her face. Sometimes it’d get in her hair or on her clothes and it was so hard to get out of her hair. So now she swallows. **************************************************************Sipping my vodka and coke, I wonder idly if Craig will want a quick blowjob tonight. Probably. Actually, almost certainly. He always does when we date, even if it’s just a quickie in his car when he drops me off home. I’m not sure that I want to now, but if I don’t he’ll think something’s wrong and he might even try and sneak into our bedroom later. I don’t want that to happen. I know we’ll have time, even if it’s a quick blowjob in the bathroom before bed. Lulu and I have done that before when we’ve slept over at Harry’s or at Craig’s. Taken turns in the bathroom with them or just split the bedroom’s for a while. Craig likes it when I kneel on the floor and use my mouth on him. So does Harry with Lulu. We compare notes afterwards. Once we even compared how much cum each of them shot off, but it was hard not to swallow and just hold it in our mouths until afterwards. We could only see what was in each other’s mouths’ as well, so that didn’t work too well. It was kind of exciting though, seeing Lulu’s mouth full of Harry’s cum. At the time, I’d half thought it would be fun for us to kiss each other and share that cum. Lulu had said that was disgusting but I still thought it’d be kind of exciting. I find myself wondering if Harry tastes the same as Craig. Now, I wonder what Andrew will taste like. Thinking about that, and about what’s going to happen tonight if Andrew does come to my bed, which I’m rather sure he will and which I’m feeling more and more nervous about, I decide I’m a bad girl. A very bad Chinese girl who’s totally shameless and who will be a disgrace to her parents. The thought makes me giggle. Yes, I realize I’m also slightly drunk but I decide that if I’m going to be a bad girl, I may as well be a really bad girl. If Craig wants a blowjob I’ll give it to him so he’ll go to sleep. It’s a risk reduction strategy, I tell myself, still giggling. Lulu will probably do the same for Harry and then she’ll sleep. Once she’s out, she’s out. She sleeps like a rock. Nothing wakes her. Not even rolling her out of bed onto the floor. I’ve done that to her and she didn’t wake up. I’m not that worried about Lulu.Andrew won’t come until later, there’ll be time. Better safe than sorry. I’d hate for Craig to tip-toe in and

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I was hoping to take you up on that offer.””I’m happy you did,” I said, although unsure what to do… in his living room we now had a routine. Half time came, he whipped out his cock, I moved to the floor in front of him and sucked until he came in my mouth. No words were spoken, just a silent understanding that he needed his dick sucked and I wanted to suck it.”Andrea’s gone to some Tupperware party and… well… I need to drop a load,” he said rather matter-of-factly.I didn’t hesitate, my hunger for his cock and cum taking control like it did every Sunday. I walked over to him, dropped to my knees and fished out his cock as he leaned back against the front of his car. “”Oh yeah,” Mike groaned, as I took it in my mouth, “it’s great to have a cocksucker right across the street.”Until now the blow jobs had been occasions for soft groans, the odd compliment and warnings when he was about to come… never had he called me any names.Oddly, being called a ‘cocksucker’ turned me on. The label made it seem official somehow, and if I was a ‘cocksucker’ I wanted to be a great cocksucker.I bobbed on his cock hungrily, wanting his gooey cream to fill my belly… I was addicted to the unique taste and texture of cum, and every time I was done I wanted more.”Oh yeah, I think I’ll be texting you to come blow me often, maybe canlı bahis even at work,” he said, as I focused on his cock and nothing else.As I kept bobbing he asked, as he pushed my head and eager mouth back so his big, hard cock slipped out, “Would you like that?””God yes,” I answered without hesitation, knowing I would do anything to suck his cock and satisfy my cum addiction.As he slid his cock back in my mouth, he added, “I also have some buddies who would be more than willing to offer you their cocks if you need more.”That idea startled me. First, because our unspoken bargain was discreet, although a bit risky, considering his wife could come home and catch us (if she didn’t already know), and my wife was just across the street, but sucking strangers’ cocks was risky. Second, because stepping across this new line made me more than just a friend giving a ‘b*o job, it would make me a ‘cocksucker’. Third, it would help solve my insatiable hunger for being on my knees sucking cock and swallowing cum. Trepidation, deeper commitment and satiation. One minus, one mixed, and one big plus!I didn’t respond, my head spinning with these pros and cons… I set them aside for now and focused on extracting the creamy dessert that was boiling in his balls.”Oh yeah, I bet you would love to come over during poker night and just sit under the table and suck cock after cock,” he continued. “It can even be anonymous, if you’re in place under the table before the game starts, and you stay there all night.”That idea had my cock about to burst in my pants… especially if it could be discrete. Without even knowing I was doing it, I moaned on his cock in response.”Our next poker night is on Thursday if you’re interested,” Mike offered, before adding, “but I need to know soon… the Craigslist ad is already up.”I wondered what he meant by that, but I sure couldn’t ask with a mouthful of big hard cock.”But first let’s get this load out of me,” he groaned, as he, for the first time, began bucking his hips as he began to fuck my face… not roughly like in the porn movies… but definitely in a ‘I’m going to come soon’ sort of way.I kept sucking, wanting… no, needing this load, even though it had only been a couple days since I’d gotten my weekly dose.”Oh yeah, here it comes, cocksucker,” bahis siteleri he grunted a few strokes later, as his cream shot into my mouth and slid down my belly… my craving for the moment satisfied.As he quit bucking his hips, I resumed sucking, wanting to extract and savour every last drop of his addictive cum.When he pulled out, he asked, “Hard?””God, yeah,” I nodded, still on my knees.”Stand up,” he said.I quickly did, so horny that I was willing to get a blow job from him… something he hadn’t done before, never once returning the favour.He fished out my cock and began jerking me off as he asked, “So do you want to be the poker night cocksucker?””I think so,” I groaned, his hand feeling so good.”Sorry for calling you cocksucker, but if you decide to perform at poker night, you’ll be degraded and called names,” he explained. “So I needed to give you a chance to learn how you felt about it.”I can stay hidden under the table though?” I asked, the only real concern I had was someone knowing I was the evening’s cocksucker.”If you wish,” he nodded.”And what is this Craigslist thing?” I asked, as my balls began boiling.”Every week we put up a Craigslist ad for a poker night cocksucker,” he explained. “You’d be surprised how many people respond… guys and girls.””No way,” I said, shocked that someone would respond to such an ad, even as I was already leaning towards agreeing to do the exact same thing.”Oh yeah, sometimes we get twinks who suck cock or take it in the ass all the time, sometimes we get straight married men like yourself, sometimes we get married women, sometimes college girls, and once even a shemale,” he explained casually.”Wow!” was all I could say as I was about to cum from another man’s hand, although I sure didn’t want to get fucked… that would definitely make me gay… sucking cock was just my giving into a submissive side I didn’t know even existed before suddenly I was living the role.”Yeah, I thought it was pretty crazy the first time,” he nodded.”I’m about to come,” I groaned.”Finish yourself off,” he said, as he let go of my cock rather quickly. I replaced his hand with mine… desperate to come, which I did a few seconds later all over myself.Once I was done, he asked, “So are you in?””Yeah, I think so,” I nodded.”Stop by at 6 and we’ll bahis şirketleri go together,” he said, as he put his dick away.”Okay,” I nodded, excitement and trepidation swirling through me. Sucking one cock was not gay, but sucking four cocks including three strangers’ cocks was a whole different thing. Plus, I sure as hell didn’t want to be mistaken for a twink who took it in the ass.”Don’t worry, I’ll make it clear you’re only a cocksucker,” he said, reading my mind.”Cocksucker,” I repeated, “that makes it sound so much worse.”He shrugged, “Not really. You like to suck cock, no more, no less. In my circles it’s just descriptive, not pejorative.””I guess,” I said, having just come and swallowed a load, I wasn’t horny or craving cum… instead I was suddenly insecure.”Dude,” he said, “don’t be ashamed. There are tons of straight, married cocksuckers. Men like sucking cock or getting their cock sucked. You’re one, I’m the other.”I explained, the conversation surreal, “Well, I just don’t want to become gay.””Do you find me attractive?” he asked.”No, although you’re good looking,” I answered.”Do you want to kiss me?””Not at all.””Do you want to kiss my wife?””Um, I….” I began, not sure how to say it.”Let me re-word. Who gets you hard, me or my wife?””Your wife,” I admitted.”Then you’re not gay, you’re just a straight cocksucker,” he said matter-of-factly.”That is an oxymoron,” I joked.”It seems to be, but since you want to eat pussy, fuck pussy, but suck cock it’s a perfect description,” he said.”I guess it is,” I laughed, the conversation weird and yet true.”Want a beer?” he asked.I joked, “Yeah, I’d love one.”And just like that I was no longer a cocksucker, but a regular guy hanging out with another guy.And that was now my life…I was a straight cocksucker and I was fine with that.THE END!!!!Maybe….If enough people are interested, perhaps Rusty’s journey can continue with:Becoming a Cocksucker: Big DicksStraight man spends night under table at men’s poker night.Becoming a Cocksucker: CraigslistMarried man uses Craigslist to quench his cum addiction.Becoming a Cocksucker: Glory HoleMarried man goes to glory hole to satisfy cum addiction.Becoming a Cocksucker: Helpful WifeWife learns of husband’s addiction and helps find him cock.Becoming a Cocksucker: PeggedCocksucker and wife become curious about anal sex.Becoming a Cocksucker: Wife Goes LezWife’s curiosity grows and she too explores same sex.Becoming a Cocksucker: Wild OrgyMarried couple invited to neighborhood bisexual swap party.

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The Masked Scorpio.It was a bold plan, and not one without any danger. Evil Master Ogreon had moved his HQ to an unknown location and was preparing a major attack against Island force for whom he had kept both his whereabouts and the contents of his plan a secret.It was only by mere coincidence Scooby had overheard a conversation between two of Master Ogreon’s accomplices, being drunk in a bar and bragging about “a big big action against Island force on September the 3rd”. That day was tomorrow, so Island force was running out of time to stop Master Ogreon and his gang of evildoers. For months now, Scoobadex had tried to infiltrate Evil force. The past months our hero had make believe that a new villain was roaming Island World, while actually it was he himself disguised and hiding his face behind a mask. Under the alias of THE MASKED SCORPIO, Scoobadex had left a trail of robbery throughout Island World, hoping to draw the attention of Master Ogreon so he could find out where their arch enemy was hiding and what he was up to. Off course, he had made sure that his friends returned the “loot” to his victims.It had taken a lot of time but it seemed that his plan had worked. Last week he got approached by Ed of Evil force, proposing him to join the troops of Master Ogreon. That was the opportunity he had been waiting for. Once he knew their secret headquarters he could come into action and prevent Evil force from attacking Island World.The night felt warm, pleasant, almost not humid. Scoobadex heard a loud disturbance, someone knocking on his door. He was just stroking himself and jumped up. He quickly grabbed his mask and disguise and opened the door. It was Ed, urging him to follow him. They left in a hurry, the old 404 of Ed taking up speed in a cloud of smoke to an unknown destination. Scoobadex cursed silently: in his haste he’d forgotten to take a weapon. Annoying.They rode for about two hours. At their left emerged the tower of Radio Station, decorated with colorful lights. Radio Station was one of the smaller radio stations on the island.Ed turned to the left. Half a mile further Scoobadex noticed an enormous mountain of iron: hundreds of busses without any wheels or engine, piled upon another: the bus graveyard. Ed turned to the right and halted before an anonymous one store building. They could hear music coming from the first floor.”Where are we?”, Scoobadex asked Ed.He smiled, “At our destination.”A tall muscled man, almost a giant, blocked the entrance. Ed exchanged a few words with him and the guard let them pass. At the end of the corridor they went up the stairs. The stairway was almost too narrow for Scoobadex to pass easily. Someone had painted on the wall: “To hell with Island force!”. Encouraging.The stairs let to a portal, filled with vicious thugs. The music was ear deafening. On his left side, Scoobadex saw a bar and a dancefloor where two men were wrestling stark naked. Despite the situation he was in, Scoobadex found it a hot scene. Two other men looked at Scoobadex and held their hand on their crotch, making fucking gestures and laughing provocatively. The air was thick of smoke, it smelled like dope. Ed led him to a door, where he exchanged some jokes with a vicious dog who held him closely and shook hands with Scoobadex. Behind that door there was another corridor. From the street on, the building had seemed small but it was very profound. Ed pushed Scoobadex forward. canlı bahis They came to another room. A small room with benches and another bar. Four or five people showed him their backs, but Scoobadex had only eye for one person: Master Ogreon sitting on a majestic throne, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. Ed whispered in Scoobadex’ ear: “That’s our chief, Master Ogreon. He hates Island force. If one of them should show up here, he’ll rip him to pieces.”Scoobadex and Ed sat down. Master Ogreon nodded to Ed and ignored Scoobadex. A waiter entered the room. Ed ordered a whisky and a beer for Scoobadex. Music was coming from the other room. Scoobadex looked around and saw some familiar faces, like Nick, Control Freak and Robotnik – the evil trio of mechanics. A bit further away Brachio invited Meat for a dance. They started to shadowfuck each other. That made the atmosphere a bit less tense.”What are we waiting for? I thought you guys wanted to make me an offer?”, Scoobadex asked Ed.Ed emptied his glass in one gulp and burped. He had a mysterious look on his face: “Master Ogreon is the boss. Nothing here happens without his permission. I’ll ask him.”He stood up, whispered something in Master Ogreon’s ear and came back: “He says there’s still plenty of time.” Discussion closed.Everybody smoked weed and the atmosphere became tense again. Scoobadex felt nauseous. A tall disciple of Evil force came to Scoobadex and started to rub his belly against Scoobadex’s like a match, then laughing. Impossible to say if they were only pretending or just being cheerful without any ulterior motives. Someone passed him a joint which Scoobadex accepted. He didn’t want to put any more attention to him. Bit by bit he felt his behavior changing. He had a feeling of being light, almost floating in the air, and at the same time he felt strong like an ox. He knew that when he would continue to smoke his mood would change, and he’ll act silly, not able to control himself.But then everybody started to stare at Scoobadex and on a sign of Master Ogreon they started to close him in. Master Ogreon looked at him, his mouth turning into a grin of disgust and hate.”Why is it that everyone getting robbed by The Masked Scorpio gets his losses replaced by Island force?” His voice had sounded perfectly calm.”I don’t know. Is that so? Who told you that?”, Scoobadex answered. He was acting calm and uninterested, quickly scanning the room. At the back of the bar he saw a window giving way to the street.”I have my sources”, Master Ogreon’s face was turning to red, “You are a traitor. Do you know how we treat traitors around here?””No.””We throw them in boiling oil. And that’s what we’ll do to you also. Or did you think I wouldn’t find out who you really are, Masked Scorpio?” Master Ogreon pointed an accusing finger to our hero, then added “I know my beardogs and I know Island force… Scoobadex!” …His undercover was blown up.Everybody cheered and shouted: “Let’s kill him, boss!”.Brachio and Meat grabbed him under the armpits. Scoobadex let it happen. He didn’t want to spill any of his forces. In front of him he saw a sea of hating faces. Brachio and Meat yelled to the others to back off while they led him to his execution ground. The Pink Squid spit him in the face, someone else kicked him in his liver, making him moan with horror and leaving the taste of bile in his mouth.Scoobadex clenched his teeth. Step by step they dragged him bahis siteleri towards the narrow corridor leading downstairs. Once again his chubbiness proved to be an asset. In order to go through the door, Brachio and Meat had to release their grip on him. This was the moment Scoobadex had been waiting for. With all his force within he threw Meat against the wall and kicked Brachio in the balls.The dope gave him wings, doubling his forces. He remembered the legend of the stoned Simbas, warriors who kept running even after they were shot dead. Scoobadex ran across the room, towards the bar. He didn’t feel the blows. A dozen villains ran up the stairs to block his path. He saw the blade of a sword. Dangerous. The path that gave way to the bar was unguarded. Scoobadex ran over 2 thugs wanting to stop him, hit another one on the head and with one giant leap stood behind the bar. He grabbed a chair and threw it thru the window and immediately jumped after it.He had not expected it to be so high. When he hit the ground with hands and feet, he lay still for a moment, unable to move. Then he heard someone yelling – the doorman at the entrance had seen him falling – followed by the cries of Evil force. His brain ordered him to move and he regained control over his muscles, he started running over the track towards the road, like a madman, followed by his attackers. The road was completely deserted. Scoobadex looked behind him: about 10 thugs were still following. They had stopped screaming. A bad sign.Slowly but surely the effect of the weed was wearing out. Scoobadex became short of breath. He understood he couldn’t hold on much longer. A pain in his side cut his breath, his longs felt as on fire. Behind him he heard the flip-flap of feet approaching on the asphalt. He was still a long way from the main road. Suddenly he ran to the left, towards the bus graveyard.Our hero tripped over old iron, cursing, bumping into things. The vehicles were aligned in such manner he had to squeeze himself thru them. While passing through the bus rows, he heard voices. It seemed the busses were inhabited by squatters. After a while he stopped, at the end of his forces. Fireflies were shooting in front of his eyes. He forced his way into a vehicle standing on concrete blocks and lay down on a seat. His heart started to beat slower while he listened to the sounds of the night. The weed made him sleepy. He had to fight to keep from sleeping. Not pleasant. His muscles stiffened. He lost any notion of time. Outside things were quiet. His attackers must have become tired. He moved position and a wooden bench croaked. He couldn’t stay there the whole of the night. He had to find a way to warn Island force and tell them where they could find Evil force HQ. Scoobadex was on his way to stand up when a sound pushed his heart up to his throat. He stared into the dark. Suddenly the beam of a torch lit up. Between him and the light he saw Master Ogreon. He had took off his glasses and held a sword in his right hand. The cruel grin on his face looked like a war mask. Without saying a word he walked up to Scoobadex. Scoobadex heard more rumors outside and faces showed up before the glassless windows. The one holding the torch climbed on the bus, lightening the whole interior of the bus.Our hero felt like his feet were weighing a ton. True, they wouldn’t have the time anymore to cook him in boiling oil, but at this point that didn’t bahis şirketleri matter that much, if he jumped out of a window they’d still cut him to pieces. Master Ogreon was now pointing the tip of his blade into Scoobadex’ direction. The beardog felt the cold side of the bus against his back.”I’m gonna kill you, bitch”, Master Ogreon said.Scoobadex searched for something to defend himself. Master Ogreon approached him, his big brown bulging eyes focusing on his belly. Scoobadex saw how he bended his knees slightly to make his jump. Then he heard a lot of noises outside: whispering, yelling, feet running, another cry. Master Ogreon’s face tensed, he turned around. He heard a gunshot. The thug holding the torch fell. Other shots were heard and the sound of blades against blades.The torch lay on the ground but was still weakly lightening up the interior of the bus. Scoobadex took advantage of the hesitation of Master Ogreon, suddenly jumped forward and held the wrist of Master Ogreon. They started to fight as madmen. Master Ogreon was too strong for Scoobadex, they fell over benches, rolling over the aisle. Scoobadex held Master Ogreon’ wrist with both hands now, trying to bend it behind his back so he would let go of the sword. Suddenly Master Ogreon bowed his head and Scoobadex felt a horrible pain in his arm: Master Ogreon had bitten him, his teeth right to the bone.Outside the bus, the noise grew larger. The bus was shaking under the v******e of a new battle. One of the attackers showed up in the doorway with a sword in his hand: Shadow Scoob! Master Ogreon turned his head and pulled himself free from Scoobadex’s grip, heaving a war cry that sounded as if it came from the beginning of ages. He held his sword high in the air. Shadow Scoob threw his blade like a spear and hit Master Ogreon in his chest. Anyone else would have been taken down, but Master Ogreon kept on coming. Luckily, Scooby and Buford were behind Shadow Scoob. Scuford slung his sword in the air and struck Master Ogreon’s shoulder, tearing his flesh to the bone, followed by Buford who gave him a blow on the head. Master Ogreon roared in anger. He saw the situation had turned and jumped out the window, disappearing into the night.Scooby and Buford carried the exhausted Scoobadex out of the bus. From their left and right they heard cries. Their enemies had been defeated. Scoobadex saw Bud Bison, Scuford, R Tur and a whole bunch of Hero Fighters: Caveman Bob, Charlie, Mac,…With a big grin on his face Scooby said: “This was a close one. Your escape had almost ruined everything. We had their HQ surrounded.”Scoobadex still felt numb and didn’t understand what was going on. “But how did you guys get here?”, he asked.“Dex and Dekao Wild were just passing at the house when they saw you leaving with Ed. They followed you at a safe distance and they came back to warn us when they saw Evil force turning up at the place you were. We were just planning an ambush when we saw you jumping out of the window and running away.”“Did you find any weapons there, is the threat neutralized?”Scooby smiled again. “Don’t worry. Scuford and R Tur were in charge of that operation. They discovered a whole arsenal of swords, machine guns and heavy artillery. There were even teleported missiles. But without their arms and with the losses they have, tomorrow’s attack is surely canceled. Island World is safe again.”All the good guys stood in a circle, holding their blades in the air and shouted the Island force hymn:Island force!Every fighter has a choice,To listen to that blade he holds.I know the bad guys may be strong,Masters may have come and passed,We will take them on!

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The Perfect Whore (loyalsock)She picked up her instructions via e-mail at precisely 9:00 p.m. and made the appropriate preparations.The secretary admitted her to his office on Park Avenue at 5:00 p.m. the next day.Without a word or acknowledgment from him she set her bag down on the sofa and prepared herself. She removed her designer business suit and transparent white blouse. She wore no panties or bra so she was briefly nude, but for her shoes. Then she put on a black mesh see-through top which came just under her spectacular large tits and clearly displayed her large dark areolas and erect nipples. She inspected her recently waxed pussy and perfect muscular ass for stray hairs but found none. Then she applied her lipstick and checked herself in the mirror one last time.She briefly shuddered with excitement and felt her pussy lips engorge a little at the thought of her circumstanceShe walked over to his desk and presented herself with legs slightly spread, shoulder back, tits out and her perfect bald pussy at his eye level. He looked up briefly. Inspecting her without a word he motioned her around the desk and onto her knees. He unzipped his pants and released his giant cock. Then he sat down, leaned back and motioned her forward. She caressed his inner thighs as his cock grew bigger and twitched at the sight of her slutty perfection. With her hands on his thighs she took control of his cock with her mouth. She slowly licked and sucked on each of his neatly groomed testicles and long canlı bahis shaft. His cock swayed and twitched occasionally, slapping her face as she tried to corral the massive dick between her lips.She expertly locked on to his cock head and gave him her best “cum fuck me” look as she held his cock with her lips and parted his pee hole with her tongue. He let out an audible gasp that told her she was on the right track. She opened her lips just a little and very gently controlled his cock head with her teeth as she continued to lavish attention on its head with her tongue.Once she knew that his cock had engorged to its full cunt splitting size she closed her lips and slowly moved them down his shaft. She created some suction to coax the last few drops of blood into his massively engorged cock…..hoping for a little taste of pre-cum.She moved her delicate finger-nailed hands to little tickle his balls and increased her suction power as she started to slowly move up and down his shaft with her pouty lips.She slowly increased her strokes, driving his fat cock deeper into her throat each time until she could lick his balls and her nose was buried in his neatly trimmed pubic hair. She loved the smell of his sex. It caused her to u*********sly open her legs a little as her own fuck juice leaked down her perfect creamy thighs.She felt a little twitch in his cock. She new it wasn’t time for him to cum yet, but there may be some pre-cum for her delight. She slowly eased back, carefully not bahis siteleri to coax his final cum load yet. She straightened herself with hands on his thighs to look at the massive cock before her.She stood and turned her perfect ass toward him as she strode over to the humidor to fetch him a cigar. She brought it to him and lit it then walked over to the bar where he could see her beautiful tits while she poured him a scotch.She came and set the scotch on his deck and kneeled waiting for a further signal.She could see the pre-cum glistening on his cock and longed to lick it. He saw her desire and motioned her forward. She gently sucked the head of his cock making sure to capture every delicious drop of his pre-cum. For several minutes she moved between licking his balls and swallowing his cock making sure to gobble down every drop of pre-cum. When he had finished his scotch he motioned by gently touching her hair. She knew he could no longer resist the urge to thrust. She prepared herself as he plunged into her throat with just a few long thrusts. Ever conscious of not hurting his perfect goddess he then eased back and allowed her to coax the cum from him with her long suck strokes.Being the purist and purveyor of the perfect blow-job she did not touch his cock with her hands. She controlled his fuck tool with her experienced mouth holding him near the climax for what seemed like eternity….speeding up then slowing down at the right moments and retreating to lick another delicious bahis şirketleri layer of pre-cum.Again he signaled to her by gently touching her silky hair. For a few brief moments she sucked and slurped on his big dick like a wanton whore rather than his refined slut. She returned to elegant ways as his cock pumped spurt after spurt of hot cum into her mouth. She swallowed it all and kept her warm wet mouth wrapped around her favourite cock until he softened. Then she slowly worked him back to hardness. For her great skill and attention she would now be rewarded. He motioned her to stand. Then he eased her onto her back on his desk. He gently opened her legs as if spreading the petals of a beautiful flower. He could not resist a brief taste of her delicious pussy which was now wet with anticipation.But he knew that was not what she really wanted. He quickly stood and rubbed his massive fuck tool on her wet engorge cunt. The head of his cock was caressing her clit and she knew in a minute it would be stroking her g-spot. The idea of it caused her to arch her back and u*********sly squeeze her firm tits. He recognized the signal and plunged his big dick into her snatch as far as it would go.She yelped a scream of pleasure and orgasm. From then all she could remember was a rush of cock, orgasm and his balls slapping against her perfectly toned ass. If this was deemed dirty by some then oh well…..she would be a dirty slut. Just as long as he kept feeding her that massive dick and letting her show off for him.She lounged around his office for a while in her splendid near-naked post-climax euphoria. After a time she took her money and left, knowing her instructions for tomorrow would be on her e-mail.

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CREAMPIE TRIO IN THE PARKNicole had this thing for public sex,and so did I. The chance of getting caught and a pair of extra eyes was an enormous turn-on.We would meet in a bar and after a few drinks I would feel her hand in my crotch, rubbing my dick. She was always dressed for the occasion in a way I would have easy acces: short flimsy skirt and a wide shirt. This time it was a summer night and we standing at the bar of this grand café and she was really in the mood rubbing her crotch against my leg”I’m already wet,” she whispered.I slipped my hand under her skirt and felt her slip which indeed felt moist and warm.She was a petite girl, perky tities and a sweet tight snatch with well trimmed pubes.What she couldn’t get enough of was blowing my dick, every meeting would end in a delicious blowjob underneath the naked sky. Also she was a real cum-whore, tasting it, playing with it, smearing it over her tits, belly and pussy. Rinsing it in her hair.It releases the complete slut in me, she would say.This time I had my jogging-pants on what always makes me horny.The bar was close to a park where I would cruise for cock at times, a habit I never told her about.We relocated to a booth and as soon as she sat down she bend over offering me a look on her her firm boobs. I couldn’t help to slide my hand underneath her shirt and as I carresed a boob I felt a nipple rising between my fingers. My other hand disappeared under her skirt and my fingers found their way between the wet fabricHer breath went into second gear. “Oh how love this'” she sighed as she spreaded her legs some more.I looked at the bar and saw a young girl eyeing our action.”I think I spot someone who likes this too,” I said. “At the bar.”She craned her neck and smiled. “She’s cute!””I didn’t know you were into girls.””There is a lot more you don’t know about me,” she answered.I looked again at the girl and suddenly realized I knew her from my cock-cruising canlı bahis in the park. She was a girl but came with a certain package. A package I had sucked with delight a few weeks earlier. The girl was wearing a short tartan skirt, just like then and a wide blue tanktop. She kept her eyes on us, smiled. Short black hair sharp features, like she just stepped out of a French movie.I felt Nicole’s hand reaching in my pants then her hand massaging my cock to an immediate erection.”I always like the way you respond so quickly,”Nicole whispered. Meanwhile I had a finger penetrating her pussy without any effort at all, wet as it all was down there.”After this drink we go outside,” Nicole said, “I’m getting hungry.”That was her line, not meaning for food.She stood up to go the toilet, as usual, where she would step out of her slip, no superfluous garments, was her motto at this stage.I went over to the bar to pay the bill positioning myself next to the girl.”Hi Rita, going to the park tonight?””I just might,” she said. “I’m horny as hell.””Wait five minutes and follow us.”She nodded.Nicole joined me, a naughty glance stating there was only that flimsy skirt between me and her pussy. She said hello to Rita as we left the café.Outside I kissed Nicole in heat, let my hands wonder all over het delicious body as we jaywalked across the street into the park.There at the rosegarden I sat down at a bench as Nicole got down on her knees in front of me and she instantly tore down mymy jogging-pants and slip. With delight she watched my cock springing into her face.”Ah there you are,”she spoke to my cock and slowly carresed it with both hands, her tongue licking the the stem and balls. Nicole is a girl who perfectly know how to tease. I unbuttoned her shirt and took her pretty little breasts in both hands, shining in the light of the full moon. Just as Nicole took my cock in her mouth and started slobbering vehemently, from the bahis siteleri shadows of the trees a figure emerged.It was Rita, standing right beside Nicole who was so occupied with getting a taste of my cock that she didn’t notice her at first.Rita watched Nicole with a smile then went to stand beside her.”You really enjoy sucking cock, don’t you,” she said to Nicole, who looked up with surprise.But she wasn’t going to be distracted finally having some cock in her mouth and a pair of extra eyes.I let a hand go from Nicole’s boob and reached underneath the tartan skirt where I knew I would some other delight. I felt a bulge, stating that Rita really enjoyed what she saw. I unwrapped the bulge and her pretty clit presented itself as being up for every possible grab. I massaged it to full attention and took it in my mouth. It was only then that Nicole looked up and never did see her eyes so big.I felt my cock slipping out of her mouth as she crawled towards Rita’s crotch, her lips touching mine as she tried to hold on Rita’s clit at the stem, licking and slobbering. Her position now allowed me to reach under her skirt to finger her pussy which was so open and supple that I could have been drowned in there.Rita watched it all with delight, stroking her breasts over her tanktop, then stripped it off her, exposing her cute titties.Nicole got up on her feet and went kissing her nipples till they were on the verge of bursting, then kissing Rita on the mouth so vehemntly that I was scared they both would choke.I sat back, and watched one hand stroking Rita’s clit, the other one working Nicole’s pussy.That went on for some time till I realized I could fullfill a fantasy I had had for years: leading a cock into a girlfriend’s pussy. Watch them fuck while my hand was steering the action. So I motioned NIcole to sit next to me and told Rita to kneel down right in front of her. I spread NIcole’s legs so we had full view on her bahis şirketleri pussy, I took Rita’s clit and lead it to where I wanted to be. Rita immediately understood my intentions crawled forward till her clit reached Nicole’s inviting , quivering pussy.”I’m gonna ride that pussy till kingdom come!”Rita murmured as I lead it to the Gates Of Heaven. Nicole sighed deeply as she felt the clit passing through her pink doorway.I took care of my abandoned cock with one hand as the other was stroking Rita’s balls in action.Rita’s hands were all over Nicole’s boobs heaving like there was no tomorrow.Teh I stood up and positioned myself behind Nicole watched her shaking sweet tight butthole and my cock still wet from Nicole’s found no trouble penetrating her shemale pussy. Rita obviously couldn’t help moaning at the full moon and doubling her thrusting power on Nicole who by now was somewhere between the stars and the moon.”Do you want me to come inside of you, or do you want me to come on your titties?” I heard Rita say to Nicole.”Come on my mouth, I want to taste you..” Nicole whispered in between breaths.That made me so hot that I instantly came, deep inside Nicole whose buttocks were shaking to get every last drop of me.I got up and so Rita and my hand could do nothing than stroke Rita’s clit that now was levelled up to Nicole’s mouth and all three of us watched her sperm squirting over Nicole’s wide open mouth, her tongue making sure she would get a taste and so would her breasts as usual, the cum-whore she was.Exhausted as we were we sat on the bench, it must have been past midnight.”I got to pee,” Rita said.”Me too.”Nicole.”So do I.”I looked at Nicole’s tits and pubes, now all sticky with Rita’s cum.I stood up and let a stream go over her tits and pubes.”What are you doing?”Nicole said laughing with enjoyment.”Just cleaning up.”Rita stood up too, “Your cock might need some cleaning to ,”she said directing her clit toward my dick.I am an peverted pee-freak and as she showered my cock it just went hard again. The intimacy and warmth of that was just heaven.Couldn’t help to suck her clit dry, although dry may not be the right word….

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Pegged by HelenaFriday evening I came back home from my office, finding my sweet Ana waiting for me with an early dinner.“Tonight I have a date, but you are not allowed to stay at home…” Anita told me as we were having a coffee after the meal.I asked her who would be the lucky one this time; but my sexy wife looked at me serious and told me it was not my business…So, before ten o`clock I grabbed my laptop and kissed goodbye Ana, telling her I would be at my office again until she would call me to come back.I went directly to a coffee shop in the corner and stayed there looking out the window. Thirty minutes later an unknown brand new car parked in front of our porch; but I could not recognize who was the shadow descending and entering my house. It could even be a woman…My curiosity could wait just another forty five minutes and then I stood up and walked down the street.I sneaked very quietly through the back yard door, directly to the kitchen.There was my sweet wife, just wearing high heels and a T-shirt. She was bent over the kitchen’s counter, as another brunette woman was performing a nice sexy cunnilingus on my wife’s pussy as she moaned softly. Her hands gripped the edge of the counter as that unknown woman’s head bobbed up as she ate my sweet Ana’s pussy. Suddenly Ana had an intense orgasm and both women laughed. Then I recognized that sensual voice coming from the woman kneeling down: canlı bahis she was Helena… the naughty Helena, as always been…So I left them alone, surprised that my wife was enjoying her girlfriend’s soft lips instead of being fucked by a huge well hung black guy….I went upstairs quietly and sat on the bed at the guest’s room. Soon I passed out after a long day at the office. Later just about midnight I woke up and sat in the bed as I heard my wife moaning and sometimes having what I knew for sure was a screaming orgasm.My curiosity was now even worse than earlier; so, I quietly stepped out to the hallway and looked through the open door of our marital bedroom… I just could watch as Ana was now being eaten out by her nasty girlfriend. My wife began to moan softly as her lover’s tongue explored her labial lips and clitoris. Her pussy was dripping wet and some clear liquid appeared all over Helena’s face. Then that bitch took my wife’s entire pussy in her mouth and began sucking it like a cock…Anita then began to have an unbelievable orgasm that made her whole body shake as her hips thrust forward to meet Helena’s soft lips.She just kept on sucking Ana’s clit in her mouth until my sensual wife had a second orgasm, screaming like crazy; her body shaking without control…Helena stood up and pulled down her jeans. She was wearing a ten inches rubber cock attached to a special panty on her shaved mound. bahis siteleri She poured some lube on it, as Anita got on all fours on the bed and presented her pussy for fucking. Helena grabbed the cock and inserted it into my wife’s small swollen pussy. She began to slow fuck Ana, as both of them moaned.That naughty bitch worked on my wife’s pussy for about ten minutes; I could see Ana was in ecstasy; her face was contorted as she had several small orgasms. She asked for more as Helena pumped her pussy in a wild way…After my wife had at least four orgasms, Helena removed the dildo from her stretched pussy. My wife lay back as her girlfriend straddled her face.She commanded my wife to lick and suck her cunt. Ana did as she was told and soon Helena was moaning and crying with pleasure. Suddenly some jets of clear juice erupted from Helena’s pussy as it sprayed all over my wife’s face. Then both fell back exhausted onto our marital bed… I came back to the guest room and started reading a book; waiting for a second round in the other dorm. But suddenly the door was open and Helena was standing there, fully naked, just wearing stiletto heels and her ten inches black dildo hanging over her pubis…She yelled at me:“You are a pervert, watching your wife and I enjoy an intimate moment…”I asked her if she was crazy, but she told me to keep quiet…“Now you bitch… get up and face that wall. Spread bahis şirketleri those ass cheeks…”I did as I was told, excited with the idea of that slut pegging my ass.Helena knew that this position would allow her push the huge dildo further into my asshole. The next thing I knew her hands were around my waist holding me steady as she suddenly rammed the whole lubed thing up my ass in one quick deep thrust. I yelled in pain because I was not ready for it. The bitch really knew how to work a dildo. Soon the sharp pain was taken over by an enjoyable sensation of a huge but soft object entering my now sensitized rectum. Helena started fucking me and I began to moan in pleasure. Then she started roughly to ram her piece of rubber deep into my anus, as she whispered in my ear:“Take that big cock, bitch; give up your ass like your sweet wife does…”She then asked me: “What are you?… tell me” I wanted this brutal fucking to stop so I replied what she wanted to hear:“I am your bitch, now take me, please…” Suddenly, she grabbed my cock and began stroking it. She made me come in few seconds, shooting my load on the bedroom floor. Helena laughed at me and then she thrust the dildo all the way in my anus. After a few minutes her body tensed up as she screamed she was coming.Then she withdrew the dildo from my well-worn asshole. As she left the room she said that Ana was resting on our bedroom and she was not aware about our “little game”. It would be our secret.The bitch added that her husband Jorge had never let her peg him; so, from now on, I would be her slave sex toy and she would take my ass at least once a month…

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The time I “accidentally” fucked my mateSo as I said before I was like an unofficial member of my mates family had meals there had a key the works, and ended up getting with my mates sister while they were on holiday which was amazing and our little secret, except it wasn’t quite a secret, unknown to hayley her mum knew because we were caught by the security camera.. Anna there mum came and had a talk not long after there return whilst everyone had gone to pick up some stuff in Liverpool so we were gonna be alone for a while getting some decorating done. But anyway we stopped for lunch before we got started and anna came and Sat next to me and put her hand on my leg “nate, I saw you and hayley on the camera” my heart stopped.. “I can explain” I said panicked. It’s OK I trust you both, but I have a few questions… I was both terrified and curious. “the video was a bit grainy but it looked like you were using something a bit big she said with a sort of half smile trying to reassure me.” uh no that was all me but we were careful not to hurt each other ” she Sat there with a million and one things going through her head, then in a curious almost none convinced way pulled me close with her arm around me and said it’s fine if you’d rather not but can I see? I didn’t give it a second thought and innocently said yeah OK, stood up pulled my jeans and boxers down and let it fall out in a respectful showing way. “wow, holy shit” she said “can I touch it, not in a Pervy way I’ve just never seen one like that before” I paused for a second then figured it would be cool she’s just curious there’s nothing to it “yeah OK if you want” and she slowly run her hand along it making it bop as her finger tips brushed the head. I quickly apologised as it started rising but she said not to worry then asked me to promise I wouldn’t tell Eddie which canlı bahis I was happy to agree to she was just looking. Then she wrapped both her hands around my now hard shafts and said how it didn’t seem real that it could be that big. “well you have small hands so that’ll make it seem bigger” I said with a smile. Anna smiled back and agreed letting me put it back away the whole time just staring. Careful I said jokingly I might think your enjoying seeing it, she laughed and walked out to the garage and in seconds called me for help. I went out to see her now with her decorating shirt undone more but paid it no attention sort of she was a milf of the highest quality only 5″4 but her body was tight and firm she was how hayley will look when she’s older just with slightly smaller tits.She stood there in an almost girly pose “can you go through the hole to the security box please nate?” so to fill you in the security box where all the wiring run to was on the outside and when the neighbours built there extension Eddie had to make an access hatch through the wall at floor height. So I led down slid through and looked towards my feet to see anna on all fours over me full cleavage on show which got me bopping quicker than I expected it to, then in an almost sudductive voice she said hang on cutie. My mind started racing cus it was all strange behaviour then all of a sudden “oh no I’m sorry” she’d knocked over some paint on the side and spilt it over my legs, then no sooner had she said that she whipped of my trousers saying they’d need to soak and took them into the kitchen, it had been seconds and she was back now straddling me with my dick now fully hard. Anna giggled and made a joke about how it probably feels clostrsphobic being so big and being couped up, playfully I said yeah maybe. I’m now half way through the wall through bahis siteleri a tiny hole with anna Sat on me so I can’t move when all of a sudden much to my surprise she starts tracing the outline of my dick with her fingers whilst explaining that cus she’s never seen one that big it was stuck on her mind. “well when you get a song stuck in your head it stops when you listen to it” I said and with that she asked if she could see it again. At this point it all seems a bit staged the whole situation but being married with k**s I just shrugged it off and said yeah sure why not. Almost instantly she had it out and was stroking it. “uh, careful It might spit if you keep doing that” she smiled letting it go “yeah, sorry it’s just… Wow you know” I’m now there unplugging wires thinking to myself is she trying to see how far this can go? Could we end up having sex…? So jokingly said to her your jeans are a bit rough maybe you should take them off for a second, to my surprise she did revealing her wet pussy which for a woman with 4 k**s looked fuckin good. My dick started throbbing as she Sat back down pressing her clean shaved pussy lips apart with each pulse. She gave a Little moan then apologised saying she had to know as she pulled my dick out and started sliding her pussy down it taking almost my whole length first time. Wow her pussy felt good grinding down. I looked down to see her tits now out. Anna I’m not gonna lie I’m seriously thinking we should have sex. She smiled and let me come back to the garage and as I Sat there she started sliding her mouth down my dick till it hit her throat. I let out a little squirt which she spat back on to my dick and started rubbing. I want to feel it all so you gotta be good and not cum in me OK, I shook my head and once she slipped it back into her pussy. I stood up and led her bahis şirketleri back on the car bonnet and started pumping away at her pussy making her cum almost instantly but didn’t stop I just kept going playing with her tits until she started bucking against me she shot up digging her nails in and biting onto my shoulder she let out a whimper and started whispering into my ear begging me to fuck her harder, I’m now really into and not thinking about who she is so I. Pulled out and pushed her head down. She started lickin and sucking all her juices off my dick replacing it with her dribble. I turned her round easing my dick slowly into her milf pussy so I was slick with pussy juice then pulled back out leaned forward over her and whispered in her ear how fuckin hot she always looks and that I always get hard when shes around. She leant back kissing me rubbing her tongue across my lips as I slowly started sliding into her ass she let the first few inches go in then as she started cumming begged me to stop as she reached round to grab my dick and pull me deeper so I held her arms down and started sliding back and forth making her whimper and shake with each thrust my ball growing tighter I finally pulled out and thrust deep into her pussy fuckin her hard a fast she cried out “oh God I’m cuming ” I started fuckin her faster, where should I cum? “deep cum deep in me honey. My balls erupted filling her with hot creamy cum deep in her pussy. As I finished pumping cum she went down on her knees and started licking and sucking my dick clean then shakily stood up and rubbing her clit pulled me in close “hayley is so fuckin lucky, but when she’s not around if you ever need someone to fuck you let me know” I slipped 2 fingers in her smiled and promised her she’d be the first person I call. True to my word we fucked quite a few more times even whilst she was pregnant with her fifth every chance we got we fucked, even visited her at work once for a private eye test and fucked her with a waiting room full of people and hayley just outside the door.

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243 LIVES AT THE HOMESTEAD {13}243 LIVES AT THE HOMESTEAD {13}We sat in the sitting room, and Babs clearly wanted more information, she asked “what was next?” Could things get better she wanted to know? Well Eve said, “perhaps not better but definitely different!” We all laughed at that, Then Ann quietly explained that tomorrow would be the turn of the other three to be “victim`s”, that as the giver she would find a feeling of power that she probably had not so far had in her life, perhaps it would be her thing perhaps not but to go with the flow and try it. We explained that we usually swapped partners for a night of gentle vanilla sex at night but as she was still of c***dbearing age, and an unmarried item they did not have to join in if they didn`t want too. Babs said that “she was on the pill and if her Sam was happy so was she. Sam “OK`d the idea, and said “rather than each having his or her normal partner, could he partner Eve out in the van, that would leave Joe with Ann, I and Babs.” Everyone was happy at that.Eve then asked about Patty and Teddy were we going to ask them to join us as she knew they were still keen, Ann suggested that “perhaps that could happen as she was planning, if Babs would help, a marking weekend. We all decided that would be that, though we would admit no more folk to our little band.Would Eve like to talk to Patty the three of them together would arrange a date. “However,” she went on, “Peter wants to have me branded and that to be very honest she was scared. Eve said that “if you will, so will I, as I owe that to Joe he, having been my life partner all these years and I carry my sons mark not his!” Babs her eyes again like saucers asked, “Do you really mean branding with a hot iron on your skin?” Eve stood and revealed the T scar on her buttock again saying it was the ultimate in permanent marking for life partners, Ann now added that she had thought of having hers under her breast, Eve wanted hers on her other buttock, but she said they would both need to have time off work to recover. Babs asked how she fitted in and Ann explained her plan to have me (and Eve quickly wanted Joe done as well,) marked with a small tag under the shaft, making me stand up and pointing out the location she wanted it done, Babs agreeing to do that as long as we sorted the engraving and the disc. Ann wanted some tats as well though what she would not say. As there was nothing on the goggle-box except a replay of “wife 67” a film about a woman who loved ants which we had all seen, so we retired to our respective beds, each with his or her chosen partner.Next morning at breakfast, we sat at the table in the garden, there was no mention from any of the couples as to what they had done overnight, we would change partners again tonight but the only rules being that no pair would be made up of normal partners, and that what went on or was said was not for common chit chat. Thus, I would have Eve, and Sam would be with Ann leaving young Babs with Joe perhaps better that way we thought. However, something we did chat about, and more to the point was what we were doing today “had anyone anything they were itching to try?” Eve said, “she wanted a go on the horse but last thing as she canlı bahis did not think she would want to try anything else after that” she smiled and said that “you might not be that lucky after that either”. Ah well that`s how it goes I thought. Ann said she wanted to be suspended by her breasts for a while as she had seen it on a film and it had had the right effect on her. Babs however revealed that she had her piercing kit and some rings with her and she was happy to do something with that if anyone wanted though she did want to try using the whip on me and wanted to pierce Sam if he had no objections. Eve suggested both she and Ann should be suspended, and their sex-lips pierced, while they were up on the lift, if Babs had enough rings with her. We adjourned to the dungeon, and I was first, being put in the pillory by Joe so that Babs could use a whip for the first time, Ann an expert by now, took her to the board meanwhile that were available telling her she could try three different types and that 5 cuts of each were all she could allow, it being her first try and as a novice she could do a lot of damage.The girl chose a school-masters cane, a riding crop and Ann`s favourite cat of nine tails, a rawhide job with knots at each lash end. A smile crossed her face as she hefted the cane and there was a swish, and a crack as it caught me across my right buttock, another followed before I had had the time to cry out, hitting me on the left, the pain was enormous, my erstwhile bed partner, the little minx that had been so tender and gentle during our night together, was now attempting to remove my skin. She put the cane down and tried the crop, this time on my shoulders and upper back, crack, crack, crack, the pain was something else, as I anticipated the last stroke which never came, I saw the youngest member of our group whispering to Ann and Eve who had till now been sitting watching on the armchairs with Joe and Sam, the three ladies approached me and I saw them split up Eve to my right, Ann to my left they lifted my legs so that I was suspended practically level my head and wrists in the pillory with a woman supporting each knee at shoulder height, the cat descended on my rump from the right, wrapping itself round my left hip not quite reaching my genitalia but causing a lot of pain at my hip. She moved a fraction and did it again, then moved to the other side and did the whole performance from that side. Tears flowed I can honestly say, I had had 4 each from the cane, the cat and the crop. The cane then cut across both buttocks leaving a terrible stinging line on both cheek`s and then came a cut from the cat across the shoulders reinforcing the lines left by the crop. My back and buttocks now were a bed of hot pain, so much so that I had forgotten the crop, the last blow, my genitals hanging down at right angles to my body was just too much of a temptation it fell on my foreskin with a slap that I will long remember. The girls lowered my feet and Joe unlocked the pillory. Babs kissed me and offered her apologies, but Ann and Eve, both said “bugger that crap”, and “he would be the first to do that to you if he could, and no doubt he will soon.” The sympathy of my wife and friend bahis siteleri was just too much and I quietly wondered if I would be in a position to use Eve tonight even if she was fit enough!We stopped for morning coffee and Babs said how wonderful the power surge was as she had used the whip for the first time, I could testify to that and the effect it caused.Sam was next, hooded he was lashed to the cross he endured an hour of inactivity waiting to be pierced, he did not know where either. Meanwhile Joe and I stripped Eve and Ann and bound their ample bosoms with soft rope wound round each breast at the root; we secured their hands behind them then we supplied each with a kitchen chair to stand on before passing the respective ropes through the chains one chain to each lady while they stood on tiptoe the ropes were tightened and secured we stood back and it was then up to each of them to lower her-self till her breasts took her whole weight they both emitted groans as their milk sacks took the unusual strain of supporting each body. As soon as we were sure they were not tearing themselves we removed the chairs, Babs now appeared at each woman`s side and swabbed the lips of Ann`s sex with alcohol, she then went and did the same to Eve returning to Ann and positioning a small instrument on the right lip of her sex ½” from the bottom of the lip, she looked deep into Ann`s eyes and there was a clickMy wife`s body twitched in a sudden reaction to the sharp pain and Babs quickly pushed a ring into place. Leaving her she moved over and did the same to Eve with much the same reaction she seemed to enjoy her work and did a second on Eve again on the right-side lip, deftly fitting the rings in a trice, she returned to Ann sited the instrument and click the second and click again then the third was done, again an apparent flick of the wrist and the rings appeared and were fitted in a twinkle of an eye.Babs returned to us onlookers then advanced on Sam still patiently waiting his fate, held up a gold ring then she said to Sam in a fairly loud voice, “with this ring I thee wed” then dabbed her alcohol on this foreskin and in an instant Had the instrument on his foreskin before he could protest, there was a click and the flurry of movement and Sam had a tiny ring through the lower skin of his foreskin like it or not. He screamed at that, the most sensitive of all parts of any man now had a small smooth gold ring glittering in the spotlights glare. She left him to get used to the feeling of his new jewellery,Joe Babs and I left them to their own devices for a short break. I asked Babs if she meant what she had said about “with this ring I thee wed” she said she did and wanted Sam to place a ring on her if he really meant what he had said a couple of nights ago. We returned to find Sam in a sort of animated conversation with our ladies, from their respective secure positions, the ladies telling him not to be a wimp as they had had three rings each and had more to come? “How would they cope with the pain hanging as they were?” he asked. Babs went to Eve and asked if she was ok, and received a curt “yes. “Joe and I with sympathy released the rubber legged Sam.Babs washed the ladies again in alcohol bahis şirketleri and positioned the next ring slightly higher on Eve than the first, and she had to hold the original pair out of the way as her hands worked, they were positioned so the rings would be slightly alternate. Click and the body jerked, click again, the body again jerked, and the rings were fitted with the deft flick we had become used to. However, this time she did the third, click flick and Eve was done. Eve`s breasts were by now, a blue colour, bordering on purple, as were my ladies.Babs moved back to Ann, “OK?” Again, a slight nod as if not trusting herself to speak, splashing alcohol around she soon got down to the job in hand click, click, the rings placed so accurately, the last, click, the ring, and it was over. Again, the alcohol wash for both then she returned of the chairs and watched a look of relief on the two victims faces, as we undid them from the chains.Joe removed the ropes from his wife and I undid Ann the throb of returning blood was both painful and swift. Each woman, then dealing with the pain in her own way, Ann rubbing each discoloured breast in turn and Eve with a hand to each at the same time.We men turned to Sam and asked him if he wished to “marry Babs” he said he would with all his heart, so we laid her on the `altar`, and held her down while Sam splashed alcohol around her sex, the girls joined us and Sam clipped the instrument to her right lip , saying “with this ring we are wed,” there was a click then a nervous Sam fumbled to slide the ring through the his girls lip, after a second or two he succeeded and the small gold ring was in place Babs had not made a sound though tears coursed down her cheeks, whether from pain or emotion we knew not . While she was still laid on the altar ignoring the tears, Ann showed Eve the little sleeper pin right through the youngster`s clitoris, Babs explained that it was extremely painful to fit but that it induced a permanent state of arousal. Eve said, “for her it was a step too far, that particular feature being as dear to her as a cock to a man!” The ladies donned clean panties to save getting any bloodspots on the furniture and we prepared a late lunch. Over the meal Eve made a suggestion that we should spend Sunday as we did Saturday night it would be a way of “filling an otherwise unusable and frustrating day” Joe in one of his unusually talkative moments, then suggested that “it should be vanilla or at least very mild and with any mutually consenting partner or partner`s, regardless of gender.” That was agreed, as a good idea. Eve then suggested we all went for a swim the heat being oppressive, and that “her ride, be postponed till Sunday afternoon, she not being at work on the next day and able to convalesce if necessary.” We were soon in swim suits and set out in two cars driven by myself and Sam, he with Babs and the two dogs and me with a thin shirt covering the fading remains of crop and cane stripes. The salt English Channel water doing any wounds the world of good and refreshing us allSex that night with Eve who I had long been looking forward to having as a partner was gentle and fantastic, her body was similar to my own dear Ann`s but oh, so different as any new partner is in life. At one point I confided to her I had a thing about her lovely breasts wishing to use a whip on them, that seemed to send her over the top, and causing a massive mutual climax.

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