We spent the day with Grant, a handsome stranger we’d met at the marina. We chatted with him a little telling him we wanted to rent a boat but they’d all been rented. He suggested we join him offering to take us out on his boat. It was a great day and we explored the area stopping at a few beaches along the way. Grant was charming and sexy, an older man who I found very attractive. We talked sharing stories about ourselves learning Grant lived in the city and was on vacation. He owned a cabin on the lake and spent a few weeks there each year.

He wasn’t shy and seemed to delight in flirting with me which didn’t bother James. James encouraged me to flirt with other men which I’d done a few times. I wasn’t interested in anything more refusing any opportunities for naughty sex with a stranger. Grant was sitting across from us letting the boat float in the middle of the lake. Grant looked over at James telling him he was lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend. I blushed feeling slightly uncomfortable which amused James. He teased me reminding me how much he loved the attention I got from other men. Grant asked if we’d ever indulged in naughty sex with a stranger. I blushed even more since I was thinking about sex…with Grant!

I wondered what his cock looked like. Was it big? Fat? He was much older than we were but his body was still firm and muscular. His weathered skin deeply tanned but smooth. James encouraged me to share a dirty story with our new friend. I reached out for my beer gulping it down quickly. I set it down and wiped my mouth with the back of my hand while güngören escort both of them sat silently. A dirty story, huh.

I felt sexy and began talking as my pussy throbbed getting wetter and wetter. I usually felt sexier when I was drunk so I gulped another beer. I described the big cock I wanted and how much I wanted to suck it. It had to be big and fat! I told them how I wanted to feel it stretching my tight pussy wondering to myself if Grant had a big cock. He seemed to read my mind suddenly pulling his shorts down exposing his cock. It sprang up wobbling stiffly as he smiled proudly asking me if I thought he had a big cock. I squeezed my thighs tight making my pussy tingle unable to take my eyes off it. Big..it was huge.

I wanted him and he knew it. He teased me asking me to tell him I wanted him to fuck me. I did want to fuck him BADLY. I felt so naughty telling him I’d always been curious how it would feel. My tight pussy could hardly take James’ cock which wasn’t nearly as big as Grant’s. I told Grant I was willing to try but didn’t know if it would fit. He assured me he could MAKE it fit! He told me I should show him what a good cocksucker I was but when I walked over to him he shook his head ‘no’. He wanted to watch me suck James’ cock insisting I prove myself. I kneeled before James as he slid his shorts down and began licking and sucking his cock. He moaned and began thrusting his hips pushing his cock deep as I began to gag. Grant chuckled remarking that I’d be gagging even more soon.

I sucked faster sensing esenler escort he was getting close as his body began to tense up. I hated swallowing and pulled his cock out of my mouth. I wrapped one hand around his cock while I fondled his balls gently with the other one. I heard Grant’s voice as he asked me if I ‘spit’ or ‘swallowed’. I kept pumping turning to look at Grant as I decided to share our secret. I don’t like to swallow…but JAMES DOES! Grant seemed surprised but interested looking at James who was blushing deeply. James loved the taste and listened while I told Grant that he preferred to lick up his mess. James was getting close and I aimed his cock at my tits watching as thick streams splashed across my tits. He was twitching and jerking wildly while Grant expressed his excitement eager to watch him lick me.

Grant stood up pumping faster while James licked my tits swallowing and slurping eagerly. Grant moved closer and put his hand on James’ head forcing it to turn. Grant forced his cock roughly into my boyfriend’s willing mouth. I was mesmerized staring at the two of them. Grant bucked his hips faster and faster forcing himself deeper grunting and groaning with pleasure. James was able to swallow most of it but began gagging as Grant continued fucking his mouth. This sexy older man was obviously impressed and enjoying himself immensely. He had both hands on James’ head pushing with his hips as he pulled him forward holding him there. Grant was straining as he warned James to get ready for IT. He groaned as he began shooting sarıyer escort his load looking down at James who was swallowing desperately. Grant pulled his cock out letting it hang in his hand praising James for a job well done.

It was my turn now so I slid my hand between my legs letting my fingers roam through the wetness. Grant reached down and pulled my bikini bottom off examining it before holding it to his nose inhaling deeply. He told me he liked how I smelled and pulled my legs apart stopping to ask James if he objected. James was still licking his lips which looked swollen and puffy. Grant offered to suck his cock and James stood up offering himself to Grant who assured me I was next. Grant hesitated appearing awkwardly inexperienced but he gradually began to relax allowing himself to enjoy it. He didn’t look like the type of guy who liked to suck cock but neither did James.

I watched them as I finger fucked my pussy wriggling in anticipation. Grant turned to me gazing at my cunt which was dripping wet. He started licking my pussy expertly poking and probing his tongue around teasing me by stopping occasionally. I pleaded him to lick me as I began to anticipate his momentary pauses. This man knew how to lick a pussy and proceeded to explore my cunt even sliding it down to my ass. The intense sensation of him licking my asshole made me think of him licking James’ ass too.

The three of us were sprawled out on the seats exhausted. Grant promised he would fuck me but insisted he needed to rest awhile reminding us he was much older than us. James and I relaxed together fondling each other as we let our stud sleep peacefully. We fucked for awhile enjoying the intensity of what we’d just done. We’d resisted the temptation for so long but now agreed to give in to future indulgences. It was much more fun than either of us imagined.

To be continued…

FRIDAY (morning)

Alicia woke up in the back seat of the dusty old car in Mark’s garage. Her entire body ached when she tried to move. When she opened her eyes, she saw used condoms all over her body. The semen inside of them had leaked all over her. She made no effort to brush them off. When she sat up, she looked into the rear view mirror. Her face had dried cum all over it and a condom was matted in her hair. She looked like an absolute mess.

“You look like a whore,” she thought to herself.

And she was right – she did. Yesterday, she made an effort to stand up for herself. She wanted Tommy and Mark to know that she had limits. Alicia didn’t want Tommy, or Mark, to make decisions for her. All of this effort was in vain. Tommy confronted her and put her in her place. All of her pride and convictions had been thrown out the window.

He shouted at her in a way that she had never experienced before. No one had talked to her like that. She always thought that she would end up with a man who would treat her right and make her feel special. She had that relationship with Peter for a while, until things became too routine. After their breakup, she started dating Tommy. He gave her butterflies in her stomach and she enjoyed being with someone who respected her and didn’t judge her for her newfound sexual awakening.

All of that changed last night. Tommy had went from the boyfriend she always wanted to a monster.

“Maybe Ricky was right,” she thought. At the gangbang last Sunday, Ricky had warned her about Tommy.

She remembered what he told her…

“Doesn’t it bother you the way he talks to you?”

“He talks to you like you’re nothing.”

“You’ll see. It’s only going to get worse, sweetie. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

She knew he was right. Part of her felt guilty for not listening to Ricky. How could she know he would be right? At the time that Ricky warned her, they weren’t even dating yet. She was blinded by her attraction to Tommy and was unable to heed Ricky’s warning.

The other part of Alicia felt excited about what had happened to her last night. It was the same feeling she felt when she had been gangbanged at her father’s bar last week. She felt something inside of her bursting out. Feelings and desires she never knew she had manifested themselves after Tommy dressed her down the other night.

She looked into the rearview mirror again and whispered, “I’m a whore.”

She grabbed the used condom out of her hair and held it front of her. Even though it had been used and discarded a while ago, it still looked slimy. She rolled her eyes and tossed it on the floorboard. She grabbed the door handle and opened it, exiting the car.

“Where is everyone?” she said quietly.

The garage was empty. All that remained were empty beer cans.

Alicia shivered and decided that she should look for her clothes. She looked around the room for them. Her t-shirt hung over the back of a chair. She put it on – not caring enough about finding her bra first.

Her nipples poked through the white fabric of the t-shirt. She rubbed her arms in a futile attempt to warm up.

She looked down and saw Tommy’s video camera and a note attached to it which read, “Watch me.”

Finding the rest of her clothes was now in the back of her mind. Her curiosity had taken over. She grabbed the camera and walked over to the entertainment center, plugged the camera in, and turned it on.

Then she hit the PLAY button.

She immediately noticed that this was footage taken from last night after Greg had fucked her. Remembering this brought back memories of how awful her ass felt afterward and how he spit in her face. Despite the pain and the humiliation – she enjoyed it. She actually asked him to spit on her. This was something that she had never had happen to her before, but she was too turned on to care.

On the dirty television screen, she watched Tommy and Mark talk with Ian and Rex who had just got there when Greg finished with her. She could see Greg in the background, fumbling with his clothes and leaving her alone with them.

Greg was the only person yesterday who had been respectful to her, but Tommy turned him into a monster too. He no longer cared for her well-being and was content leaving her with four men with no regard to what happens to her.

Alicia watched as Tommy brought the camera back over to her. When the camera was in her face, she could see the load that Greg had deposited and the spit that hit her in the eye.

“Ready for round two, you fucking whore?” Tommy taunted her.

She slowly nodded her head.

“Hey boys, check it out! She’s ready for some more!” he shouted.

Without any instruction, Ian, Rex, and Mark moved closer to her. She was still on her knees and wasn’t sure what was going to happen to her next.

“Alright guys, listen up before we get going,” Tommy said. “Alicia’s nothing more than a cheap slut. Use her however you want. Do anything you want with her. She’s my girlfriend, but more importantly – she’s my slave. şişli escort Fuck her, spank her, slap her, spit on her, pull her hair, cum on her face, call her names – everything is on the table, boys!”

Tommy’s friends cheered as they eyed Alicia’s vulnerable nude body like a piece of meat. In reality, that was all she was to them now – meat. To be used for nothing more than sex.

Even though she looked frightened – she was ready. Ready for everyone to pounce on her and use her body.

Ian was first. He had unbuckled his belt and slid his pants down his legs as he licked his lips and stared at Alicia – with an unsettling grin.

“Sweet cheeks, I’ve heard Tommy talk about you. I thought he was full of shit ’til I saw that picture he sent me and Rex here of your sweet ass bent over that car. I can’t wait to tear you apart…”

She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted all four of them to fuck her, but Ian’s words were beginning to scare her. Alicia stood in front of Ian, trembling, waiting for his next move.

Ian grabbed her roughly around her waist and pulled her close to him. By this point, he had kicked his pants off, and stood in front of her wearing only a dirty white t-shirt. His rubbed his cock between Alicia’s legs, causing her let out a soft moan. He put his head down and grabbed one of her large, milky white breasts and stuck the nipple in his mouth.

He began to suck and paw at her tit like an animal. Alicia’s fears were subsiding and her body was beginning to enjoy the attention she was receiving. She threw head back and bit her bottom lip as Ian continued to chew on her breast.

“There ain’t a girl in this city with tits like hers Tommy,” Rex said.

“You got that right. I saw the pair on this one and knew I had to make her mine. There’s no way I’m letting her get away from me,” Tommy replied.

The two friends shared a laugh as Ian decided it was time to get what he came for. He grabbed Alicia and threw her on the musky old couch. She knew what was coming and braced herself for it – even making herself ready for him. She rested her arms against the back of the couch and stuck her ass out, opening her legs as far as she could.

Alicia looked behind her to see Ian approaching her, cock in hand.

“You want this bitch? You want Ian to fuck your little pussy?” Tommy spat.

She slowly nodded her head and meekly replied, “Yes.”

“Uhhh!” she grunted, slapping the hood of the car as Ian pushed himself inside of her.

“Yeah…this feels real nice,” Ian said, thrusting slowly into her pussy.

Ian was surprised at how it felt to be inside of Alicia. If what Tommy said was true, she had had a lot of mileage put on her pussy in the past week. He wasn’t sure if she would still be as tight as he hoped for.

He was also surprised at how wet she was. He didn’t need to lube her up before entering her. Alicia’s pussy was sopping wet from the teasing he had given her before fucking her.

While he fucked her, Tommy came around the side of the car and pointed his camera in her face. Her eyes met the lens of the camera.

“Baby, you know where this little movie of ours is going to go?” he asked.

She couldn’t shake her head “no”, because her face was pressed against the hood. It didn’t matter what she said, Tommy was about to tell her anyway.

“I’ve decided that sharing you with my friends isn’t good enough. I’m going to put this movie of you getting fucked by all four of us on the internet so the whole world can see what a slut you are,” he said, laughing at her.

“Yeah, bitch, that’s right, everybody is going to see me fuck your pussy raw,” Ian said. “From the beaners in Mexico to the Arabs in the Middle East to the Chinamen, Russians – even the folks in this city.”

Ian and Tommy’s words made her think. While Ian’s pace began to quicken, assaulting her pussy with hard, violent thrusts – she thought about what they had said. Earlier last week she was worried about people finding out about her secret sexual life. She scolded Tommy for taking nude photos of her when she undressed in front of him last Saturday. She had allowed the boys at the gangbang on Sunday to take photos and videos of her with their phones and share them with whoever they wanted. Her inhibitions seemed to disappear each day. She wondered if she had any left.

Her concentration was broken as she felt her long, raven black hair being pulled. Ian pulled it back as far as he could as she slammed into her.

“Oh! Ohhhh! Fuuuuck!” she shouted. “Y-Y-Yesssss!”

Tommy made sure to get her cries of ecstasy on film. Mark and Rex anxiously awaited their turn. They had taken their pants off and stroked their dicks slowly while watching Ian fuck Alicia.

With each thrust, the boys could hear Ian’s dick making a slushing noise inside Alicia.

“She is wet, ain’t she, Ian?” Rex asked, licking his lips.

“Fuck…yes she is! This bitch wants it! She wants four guys to run a train on her cunt. She’s getting…unnnghh…turned on by it. Getting bayan escort used by men is what this whore lives for….unnnghhh!” Ian replied.

“I don’t know how he’s doing it. I would have already busted inside her if it were my turn,” Rex laughed. “He’s lasting longer than I thought he would.”

Alicia was breathing heavy and panting. She felt like she had given up all of her inhibitions. She was surrendering her body to Tommy and whoever he saw fit. Her sweat picked up the dust on the couch and clung to her body. She looked filthy, but her appearance was of no concern to her.

Before she knew it, Ian smacked her on the ass and tagged in Rex.

“Alright, about time. You ready for this, bitch?” Rex teased.

Alicia looked behind her, biting her bottom lip, nodded her head and softly said, “Yes.”

Rex pressed himself inside of her pussy – moaning as he entered. Her soft, wet hole felt incredible around his stiff cock.

“Babe, how’s it feel to be filmed fucking my friends?” Tommy asked, pointing the lens directly at her face.

She knew that Tommy wanted to give her something good for the camera. As she was being fucked by Rex, she thought of what she might say. The look on her face told everyone in the room, including whoever watched this scene, that she was loving every second of it. She didn’t even need to respond verbally to Tommy’s question – but she wanted to.

“I….unngghh….I love it….I’m your whore, Tommy. I love fucking your friends….they can….use me…whenever they want. My pussy…belongs to you,” she cooed.

“That’s right, ladies and gentlemen, she’s mine. I own all of this. That cute, innocent face; those big, bouncy tits; that plump, juicy ass; and that pretty little pussy. It’s all mine and I tell her who to fuck and she does. Ain’t that right, babe?” Tommy asked.

“Uh huh…I’ll…fuck…whoever you want,” she answered.

“Let’s see,” Tommy began to think aloud. “Peter…me and the twelve other guys at the bar…Rolan…my ten friends…Uncle Otis…and now Rex and Ian – that’s twenty eight guys in one week. What…a fucking whore,” he laughed.

In between panting and moaning, Alicia looked up at Tommy and said, “Th-th-thirty.”

Tommy was confused. He didn’t know what to think of her correction. Had he got his math wrong? He went over the total in his head and realized there were still two names unaccounted for.

“Who are the other two guys you fucked? Tell me!” he demanded.

She knew Tommy might not like the answer, but she was willing to pay the price. She had given up her entire body and her freedom to Tommy – she didn’t care what happened to her.

“T-T-Two guys at…Bargain Mart,” she answered.

Rex slapped her ass, leaving a bright pink hand mark on her right cheek. He squeezed it as he continued to pump his cock in and out of her.

“Wait…you fucked two guys at Bargain Mart?”

“Y-Y-Yes….when you were inside…shopping…I let two of the stock boys fuck me…while I waited,” she replied.

Mark laughed, while Tommy stood in shock.

“Holy shit dude, she is the biggest slut I’ve ever seen. Susie Decker, look out!” Mark joked.

Tommy didn’t like Mark’s joke or Alicia’s answer.

“You only fuck who I tell you to fuck. Is that understood, bitch?” Tommy spat.

“Y-Yes, baby, I-I’m sorry,” she answered.

“I didn’t know she was this big of a slut, guys. This bitch was a shy little geek last week. Turning me down when I asked her out. Now look at her. She can’t get enough dick,” Tommy laughed.

“Fuck, Tom, her pussy is the best, but none of you are going to want it when I’m done with it,” Rex joked.

“Yeah, you’re like guy number thirty,” Mark said. “I’m still going to fuck her. Not gonna lie. She’s the dirtiest chick I’ve ever seen.”

“Let’s see how dirty she can get. Rex, you’re done man,” Tommy said. “I’m tagging you out. I’m going in. Hold the camera.”

Alicia looked behind her and saw Tommy approaching.

“Do you want me from behind?” she asked.

“Sit down, spread your legs,” he commanded.

Alicia turned around and did as Tommy instructed.

Tommy grabbed a bottle of lube off the entertainment center.

“What are you using that for?” Mark asked. “She’s probably already wet enough dude. Look at that hole. You’ll fit in. No problem.”

“I think you should be punished for fucking those stock boys. Don’t you think?”

“Y-Yes. I should be punished. Hurt me, Tommy,” Alicia responded.

Rex and Ian were beside themselves. They were shocked to hear her say that. It even surprised Alicia. She had never asked anyone to hurt her before.

Tommy squirted lube all over his right hand. Seeing this, Alicia’s eyes widened.

“W-What are you going to do to me?” she asked.

“I’m going to fist-fuck you, bitch. Hold your legs open!” he ordered.

Tommy kneeled down in front of Alicia, who bit her bottom lip. She was both afraid and excited about what was about to happen to her.

Tommy pushed two fingers istanbul escort inside of Alicia’s wet pussy. She took a deep breath and let out a soft moan. Mark, Ian, and Rex watched with morbid fascination. They moved toward them to get a closer look.

Alicia saw Ian and Rex on her left and Mark on her right. She had an audience to her degredation.

“Here it comes, slut,” Tommy spat.

He pushed four fingers inside this time. He moved them in and out with ease. Then he curled his hand and pressed it outside of her pussy. Alicia began breathing heavy as she prepared herself to take Tommy’s hand inside her.

After a quick push, Tommy’s hand was now completely inside of Alicia’s sopping wet snatch.

“Holy shit! He did it!” Mark cheered. “She’s getting fisted!”

Rex pointed the camera at Alicia’s pussy, which was now invaded by Tommy’s entire right hand. Alicia looked down and could barely believe it herself.

“Oh baby, I feel….so full…your hand feels so good inside me,” she cooed.

Tommy began to pump his fist back and forth. Alicia dug her nails into the couch cushions and braced herself. She could feel Tommy making fists and opening his hand, letting his fingers touch her inner walls.

“Ohhh fuck!” she cried. “Fist me! Jam your fist inside my pussy!”

“You like that, you fucking whore?”

“She’s digging it, man!” Mark laughed. He walked over and slapped Alicia’s right tit. The smack caused her to squeal. “You’re going to wreck her cunt doing that.”

“I don’t care. She’s mine. I can do whatever I want with her,” Tommy replied. “Isn’t that right?”

“YES! YES! OH YES! I’m yours. I’m your whore, baby. You…can do whatever you want with me. You can hurt me whenever you want. I’ll fuck anybody you want me to! Use me! OH FUCK!” she cried.

“I can hurt you anytime I want? I can come up behind you, while you’re in the kitchen, throw you against the counter and fuck you?”

“OH MY GOD YES! Please!”

“I can put you on the counter and slam my fist inside your pussy?”

“You can fist me…all the time…if you want! Stretch me out! I’m serious baby, do whatever you want to me!”

Tommy pulled his fist out, which was soaked in a combination of lube and Alicia’s pussy juice.

“I’m really stretching her out,” Tommy laughed. “I better stop for now or none of us are going to be able to fuck her. Her cunt’s going to be too big.”

“I have to say, I didn’t think she’d be into it this much. Looks I don’t have to force her to do anything. She’s going to do whatever I tell you to, isn’t that right?” Tommy asked.

Before she could answer, Tommy slapped her across the face.

Alicia bit her bottom lip again and nodded her head – grinning.

“Who’s next?” she coored. “I want you guys to fuck me until I pass out.”

Tommy pulled his cock out and pointed it in front of Alicia’s pussy.

As he pressed himself inside, Mark pulled Ian away from the show.

“Hey, I got an idea,” Mark said.

“What’s that?”

“Tommy’s fisting her gave me an idea,” Mark replied, grabbing a few pool balls off a table.

“No way, dude! Are you going to do what I think you’re going to do?”

“Fucking right, I am. I’m going to see if she can put a few of these inside her.”

“I love it! I can’t wait to see that!”

Tommy fucked Alicia faster and faster. He watched as her breasts bounced wildly with each thrust. He reached over and began smacking her tits.

“OHH YES! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me harder!”

Before she could get her wish, Tommy pulled out. Alicia looked up at him – disappointed. She wanted more and Tommy wouldn’t give it to her.

“I’m done fucking her cunt. Mark, you want in?” Tommy asked.

“Yeah man, but I’m going to try something,” Mark replied. “Watch this.”

Mark walked over toward Alicia. Still seated on the dirty couch, she was a filthy mess. She had dirt all over her from being fucked on the old car. Sweat was pouring down her face and all over her body. Out of breath and dying to cum, she looked up at Mark to see what he had in store for her.

He put one of the pool balls in his right hand and knelt in front of her. Alicia was confused. “Is he really going to put that inside me?” she asked herself. She looked at Tommy, who had a sadistic grin on his face.

Mark pushed the first ball into her pussy with little resistance. Alicia was surprised that it’s entry hadn’t hurt her. A combination of arousal and the stretching she received from Tommy’s fist made it a simple task for Mark.

The second ball pushed the first further into her pussy. This ball slipped in and joined the other. The feeling of having the two pool balls in her cunt excited her. She felt completely degraded and was loving every minute of it. She had given control of her body, and possibly her life, to Tommy – who she had only been dating less than a week. A man she was repulsed by before last Friday.

“Check it out guys,” Mark laughed. He pulled her pussy open to give the guys a closer look at the pool balls.

Tommy, Ian, and Rex could see the second ball peeking out through her folds.

“Hand me my phone. I’m going to get a picture,” Mark said.

Ian gave Mark his phone. Mark pointed it at Alicia’s snatch, but moved back to make sure he got her face in the shot.

I went to the park one summer day wearing a denim miniskirt with no panties, and a thin white tank top stretched across my braless C-cups. I took the side way into the park, through the small village graveyard, and intersected the path which led to a tributary off the nearby creek. The path seemed to abruptly end at the brook, but having jumped its waters and sojourned onward once, I knew that about a mile into the forest was a soil BMX pit where muscular dudes smeared with caked mud flew their rugged bikes into impressive arcs and flips. I had kept walking that day, watching them from a distance until I came upon a meadow that shouldered up to the creek. Though I saw houses in the distance, I slipped out of my silk camisole and cutoffs and lay, naked, in the grass letting the sun warm my exposed flesh. When I had crossed back to the park that day they had been gone.

I was counting on them being there today. I needed some male attention.

I leapt across the stream and started my journey towards the BMX pit. When I sensed I heard shouts in the distance, I rummaged for my phone and turned on the video recorder, slipping it carefully back into the pouch on my crossbody tote. Finally, their lithe bodies came gleaming maslak escort into my view, thick-haired young boys, early twenties, awash with testosterone and sport. As I neared them I did not hide my lascivious gaze, letting my vision sweep their bodies: firm pectorals, veiny biceps, taut stomachs, bulging packages in their shiny shorts.

I wasted no time. I sat down at the edge of the pit and fished a cigarette from my bag. As I inhaled the creamy smoke, I opened my legs to expose my engorged clitoris, my slick, smooth pussy lips puckered and pink, primed for an eager cock. One of the guys noticed, stopped his bike and stared. I held the cigarette between my painted lips, used both hands to pull my tank top down, down, until my breasts sprang up from their captivity and bounced into place. The other two guys stopped their bikes and stared, as the first biker began to walk towards me. I held his gaze, took my left breast into my hand and eased my nipple up to my mouth, tasted my ample areola, like a sweet copper penny on my tongue.

I smoked as they gathered, massaging their crotches and glancing at one another uncertainly before training their eyes back on my rack, between my spread kayaşehir escort legs. I got hotter and wetter as they began to caress my waiting breasts, run their unsure hands up and down my legs, extend cautious fingers into my slippery vagina. I felt three sets of fingers in me at once, teeth on my left nipple. And then one guy, the blonde, was kissing me roughly, his erection in his hand. His buddy, the black-haired one, swirled his fingers inside me and then slipped them around to my ass, fingering. The redhead exposed his hard cock and put my hand on it. He was uncut, and I massaged his foreskin back and forth along his shaft. He leapt up beside me and forced me back against the ground, placing one knee on either side of my face. He guided his throbbing cock into my mouth and lay over me, thrusting hard against the back of my throat.

The black-haired guy eased me over onto my side and the redhead readjusted me so that I was up on one elbow, taking his cock down my throat. The black-haired guy penetrated my ass with his spit-shined cock, stretching my asshole as he prodded with all his girth. The blonde, meanwhile, pulled me closer to the edge of the pit and thrust his cock, wet with pre-cum, ataköy escort bayan into my salivating pussy. All three holes were filled to the brim with cock, every nook and cranny being interrogated by dick. The redhead was the first to come, after I sucked his foreskin to the end of his dick, and then pulled it slowly out from between my lips and teased his head rapidly. His hot cum spurted down my throat, so thick and ample I almost choked. He pressed into my mouth, his cock sliding down my throat, my lips at the base of his penis. The black-haired one came next, exploding into my ass, his dick jerking like a wild iron rod as he came.

I felt his cum oozing onto the soil when he pulled out. He withdrew his phone from his pocket and took a snapshot of his semen dripping out of my ass, with his sated penis in the bottom of the frame. The redhead took notice and withdrew his phone, lay his twitching penis across my mouth and snapped a photo as I stared up at the camera, doe-eyed. The blonde, still pounding my pussy, gave a moan, and drilled me harder. I reached down and massaged my clitoris, the pleasure building and building until I came hard against his throbbing cock, and I was still quivering when he pulled out and exploded all over my tits. He, too, extracted a phone from his pocket, only he held open my pussy lips to photograph the gaping vagina he had left in his wake.

I dressed quickly, still high, and began my journey back, leaving them to their games, momentarily fulfilled and content.

I first discovered my wife Anna had been unfaithful to me two years after we married. We had married young, both 25, and I guess I should not have been too surprised. Anna, is a stunning looking woman – blonde hair, blue eyes and a perfect hour glass figure – and she has a voracious sexual appetite, which until I caught her I thought I satisfied. I had gone to work that day as normal and Anna said she would be working from home. An hour into the day and I suddenly came over sick and eventually decided I would go home to try and shake it off. I never phoned to let Anna know and when I arrived home, I let myself in to find no sign of her but a loud moaning coming from upstairs. I could barely believe my eyes when I traced the moaning to our bedroom and entered to find my pretty young wife rutting with our coloured, college drop-out gardener, Claude.

There was a fearful scene, and threats were made and recanted and apologies and tears flowed. But the truth was I didn’t know what to do. Yes, she had cheated on me but she pleaded that it was a one off and she had just been overtaken by lust she couldn’t control. She promised it would never happen again and that if I could forgive her she would do anything I asked. I think she knew where she was going with that claim. We were both pretty kinky and I had wanted to try anal sex with her since we had started seriously dating but she was dead against it. Besides where would I find a prettier wife? So I agreed to forgive and forget and in return a couple of weeks later when the anger and recrimination had subsided I found myself finally being able to fuck my wife’s virgin asshole.

Of course she ended up loving it and it became a staple part of our sex life after that. Life slowly returned to where it was before and I slowly started trusting Anna again. Then fully two years since I found her fucking the gardener I began to suspect her of cheating on me again. There were signs, hushed phonecalls from strange or withheld numbers, late nights at work, and other things. So this time I got a private detective to check and within a week he had all the evidence I needed. Pictures, film and recording of her infidelity with a work colleague. The only consolation to me was that they showed she seemed only interested in the physical, sexual side of things with him. I had to face the fact that my wife was a nymphomaniac that I could not satisfy.

I confronted her with this new evidence and she didn’t deny it, agreeing she sometimes could not control her urges and she finished by asking if there was anything she could do to make it up to me. I nearly said no and kicked her out but again my own urges took over and I thought with my cock rather than my head. A woman in the office I worked had come onto me earlier that year. I had knocked her back, telling her I was happily married. Undeterred she had offered a threesome and I had to admit I was tempted to speak to Anna about it. But Anna had always been much into men and consistently made remarks disparaging about being with another woman. So again I was weak when faced with my wife’s infidelity, and told her I wouldn’t separate from her if she agreed to see someone about her urges and agreed to a one off session with me and Sally. She agreed and a week later I spent a Saturday pleasuring two beautiful blondes. We did everything imaginable, in every orifice, with every object and limb imaginable. And I guess, to nobody’s surprise Anna was more turned on by it than ever. As I knelt on the bed, my cock deep in Sally’s moist mouth while Anna thrust her tongue in and out of my anus I began to think my wife was unmatchable for sex.

Given that history it was no real surprise to me when I discovered Anna was screwing around again last week (a mere three months after her second affair). What was surprising was who it was with; she was sleeping with her brother-in-law, Mike, who was married to her sister Carol. Again I got the private detective to gather evidence and this time I knew I would have to take more extreme measures.

They had been meeting in a hotel on the far side of town and after much arranging I waited outside for first Mike to exit the hotel and then, fifteen minutes later, Anna departed through the front door. I drew up to her on the sidewalk and she could see immediately that I knew. I told her to get in and wasted little time in showing her incriminating photographs and letting her know how let down and disgusted avcılar escort I was by her.

She made some half hearted apologies but I could see in her eyes that she didn’t really care about being caught by me. She thought I’d just let her off after some more sexual forfeit (which it was apparent she was enjoying). But t was also apparent that the thought of Carol discovering what she had been up to with her husband genuinely frightened and worried her and she pleaded that I not tell her dirty secret. As she pleaded and apologised and promised to do ‘anything’ to make it up to me her hand snaked over my thigh and began to rub at my cock through my trousers, the usual gleam taking over in her clear, blue eyes. I drove on for a minute as she fondled me until I drew in to a small alleyway and edged down it.

Anna looked around, concerned that we had taken this route in an area of town that was not the nicest.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Well Anna, it seems to me that every time you cheat on me you end up enjoying it more than you let on. You say you love me and that you’ll prove that, well we’ll see.”

I stopped the car and as Anna questioned me further I ignored her and stared past her and out the passenger window of the car. Eventually, she cottoned on and broke off and turned to look as well. All we could see were a run down, abandoned warehouse. Five vagrants lay outside it in clumps of rubbish and cardboard and bottles. They looked liked stereotypical tramps, wearing long messy overcoats, their hair unkempt and ragged, fingerless gloves on their hands.

Anna looked at me “What? What is it you want here?”

“Well darling wife, it seems to me you stray far too easily. It also seems to me that I’ve been too lenient in your ‘forfeits’ up to now. Almost like you want them and get off on them more than I do. Well I’m sick of your adultery, if you want to remain my wife and if you want me to keep quiet and not tell your family what you and Mike have been up to your going to have to do something slightly less pleasant (though knowing her maybe not, who knew the depths of her depravity in lust). What you are going to have to do is get out of the car, strip naked, pass me your clothes and walk over to those hobos and tell them that you are giving yourself to them for the rest of the afternoon to do with as they like.”

Her eyes widened as I told her my demands and she shook her head as I continued.

“You’ll obey everything they tell you to do until they decide to stop. If you can do that then I’ll take you back and I won’t pass these on (showing the photos to her again). It’s your choice honey. What’s it gonna be?”

She pleaded for a minute but soon realised I was deadly serious and with a glint in her eye she said “OK” and got out of the car. I knew that glint, maybe she was repulsed by what I was blackmailing her to do but she was also turned on by it as well. I knew she would be, I was beginning to realise Anna was not just a nymphomaniac but a pervert as well.

She was wearing a smart cream, business suit, with a matching skirt that stopped just above her stocking clad legs. Her high heels clicked on the deserted pavement as she exited the car and paced alongside the car, obviously working up the courage to begin stripping. The tramps had noticed her getting out of the car and were watching her with interest. She looked at me again but got merely a nod to get on with it in return, to which she responded by shrugging off her jacket. She handed it to me and next to come off was her skirt and heels , leaving her standing there in just her blouse, stockings and underwear. She hesitated again then began to unbutton the blouse. By now the tramps were more than interested in what was going on and were craning for a better view and hollering out encouragement. Then Anna peeled off her blouse and flung it through the car window and I saw that she hadn’t been wearing a bra or panties for her rendezvous with her brother-in-law and she stood there, looking slightly embarrassed at this revelation as I and the tramps scrutinised her. What a slut my wife was!

“And the stockings Anna, let them see the lot” I instructed, and she peeled them off as well.

“Isn’t there any other way?” she pleaded with me.

“No.”

With that she turned and I had a perfect view of her peach of an ass heading over toward halkalı escort the vagrants as they yelled to her, her blonde hair coming down her back.

“Yeah missy, shake those titties” shouted one of the tramps while another wolf-whistled at her.

She walked up to them and I clearly heard her address all of the men as they lay in their squalor and filth.

“Erm.. Hi, I am Anna and I will do whatever you want me to do” after saying this she stood before them naked as the day she was born waiting for a reaction.

There was a silence for a second that was broken when the oldest, fattest and roughest of the vagrants shouted gruffly “Well hell bitch, you better get down here and suck my cock, it ain’t seen nothing like you for a long while.”

Anna looked at the tramp in disgust then made one last look towards me in the car, I merely smiled back at her and watched as she wetted her lips and sunk to her knees before him. He was a big man, surprisingly overweight for a vagrant, he wore old and ripped grey trousers and a faded brown overcoat and had a bushy beard which sometimes parted to reveal a mouth missing many of its teeth. It was open and smiling now as my beautiful wife crawled up to him barely able to bring herself to look at him. He was half lying/half sitting on a pile of boxes and made himself busy in untying the string that seemingly held his trousers up. The other tramps looked on amazed and were no doubt kicking themselves they hadn’t spoken up first but this guy seemed to be the unofficial leader of them, besides, I thought, you’ll all get your fill of the cheating bitch.

After some fumbling the string came loose in his hands and he pushed them down and a semi-erect cock jumped up. It looked, from where I sat twenty feet away to be pretty sizeable. It also looked to be extremely hairy and dirty and I guessed from the way Anna recoiled with a look of revulsion on her face it smelled pretty bad. ‘Good’ I thought, eager to see if Anna was as sorry and kinky as I thought she was.

“Come on missy, suck it, get it nice and hard for me sticking it in your cunt” he had a harsh demanding voice that I knew would annoy Anna and enjoyed watching her kneel there, ready to take the plunge.

I watched Anna’s head dip down and saw his thick member disappear into her bright red lips. I watched as the vagrant reached down, placed his big hands on the back of her head and pulled her mouth further onto his cock, a big grin evident on his face. I knew how that would annoy her, she always liked being in control and here she was getting it whichever way this street gang wanted. His greasy hands dug into her beautiful blonde hair and pushed her mouth further onto his dick.

By now the other tramps were getting over their initial wariness and I could see one move behind my wife and begin to let his fingers roam all over her exposed backside and eventually they started to probe her holes, gaining an immediate reaction from my wife as she writhed at their touch and penetration. The other two were getting their cocks out in readiness of being serviced by this hot nymphomaniac slut. They cut a very grubby bunch, their torn clothes, and their unkempt appearance.

Although I pretty much knew that Anna’s body would be lapping this up I hoped that what she was doing would be lodging in her mind as an embarrassment and humiliation. But who knew? She was already reacting like she wanted more tramp dick inside her.

The tramp who was roughly mouth-fucking Anna had now changed his grip of her head so that his right hand was wound around, and pulling at her blonde hair, forcibly pistoning her mouth onto his penis. He provided all the momentum, treating her pretty much like a sex doll. Each thrust was pushing his dick further down her throat until only his hairy balls were visible and Anna’s head looked to be glued to his groin. I saw that he had kept one hand on her head and moved the other to around her throat and was gagging her with his big dick. Suddenly he released his grip and she came loose coughing and spluttering and gasping for breathe. She hardly got a chance to get it though as her quickly rammed his filthy cock back down her throat and resumed fucking it.

“Goddamn! This cunt’s soaking wet” announced one of the other tramps busy fingering her.

“Well fuck her then, you heard her, she want’s it” shouted the leader as beylikdüzü escort he mouth fucked my unfaithful wife.

At that the last vestiges of shyness left the others and one slid under my wife and slotted his penis into her cunt while a third pulled her ass cheeks apart and with no lubrication jammed his cock into her arsehole. I honestly wondered who was getting off more: my slut of a wife or the tramps as they established a punishing rhythm of fucking her three holes airtight.

So in amongst the slum surroundings of a filthy back alleyway I watched my wife take three tramps in her holes and more waited for their shot at her. The two in her ass and pussy seemed to come at the same time and I watched their shapes contract in ecstasy as the came inside her . Two others replaced them but the leader kept on fucking and gagging Anna relentlessly until finally he pulled his big dick from her gasping mouth and sprayed a spectacular load of white cum all over her face so that it ran down her beautiful face in five or six hot lines, dripping to the dirty ground below.

As Anna knelt there gasping to catch her breath and two tramps fucked her the leader tramp dropped his trousers to his ankles before her and turned over to face the boxes he had been sitting on. He presented his great big, fat, hairy, dirty arsehole to my wife and I clearly heard him order her to “Lick it clean you filthy slut.”

Was there reluctance in her eyes? Did she shake her head in resignation? I was too far to tell for sure but then I caught her head nod pathetically and heard a cackle from him as she knelt there. She really didn’t have much choice. She was neatly impaled on two meaty tramp cocks and the other two tramps took glee in shoving her pretty face forward into the leaders arsehole until her nose was well inside his two arse cheeks.

“Lick it whore, lick it clean. That’s it, now get your tongue inside my sphincter , yes!!!!!!!”

Words that brought a smile to my face. A smile that only grew as it became evident that my pretty wife was doing exactly as instructed, she was giving this filthy vagrant a deep rim job! The tramp fucking her arse kept up a hard and fast pace that bounced her face deeper and deeper into the leader’s arse and he encouraged her with the coarsest language imaginable.

“That’s it you filthy, rich gutter trawling slut, lick my shit, lick it. Yes! That’s it get that little tongue of yours as deep as you can.”

It must have seemed an eternity that Anna spent down there to her but in reality it was just ten minutes. However, for some reason all the other tramps wanted the same and Anna spent the best part of the next hour with her face, nose and tongue deeply buried in various tramps arseholes, while being constantly fucked in her pussy and arse. And do you know what? By the end of that time I could tell that Anna was enjoying herself , her nymphomaniac body controlling her. It all came to a finish when the last arse was licked and they told her to kneel as the five tramps still there circled her, each one’s trousers off or around their ankles.

Anna certainly wasn’t expecting what came next as they all began to piss on her! She tried to dodge it but surrounded by them there was no escape and it cascaded onto her face and body in a constant flow. She looked over at me and I gave her a nod and was delighted to see her drop her head in acceptance that this is what she would have to do to buy me off. She raised her face and opened her mouth and allowed them to do this as she fondled her breasts.

They seemed to last for ages and by the time the last had finished and pulled up his trousers and shuffled off Anna lay in a large puddle of acrid smelling piss, her body shiny and her hair drenched. She watched the last leave and called falteringly over to me.

“Is that it? Have you seen enough yet?” her voice bitter at her treatment and at the knowledge that she had got off on it.

“OK. Crawl over here and we’ll finish this.”

Finish it I did as Anna knelt at my feet smelling disgusting and the piss that coated her dripping to the pavement. I finished it by having Alex, my private detective emerge from the nearby derelict building with a state of the art video camera that he had filmed Anna with from the moment when she had propositioned the tramps. I finished it by telling her that I wanted an immediate divorce with everything we owned going to me otherwise the evidence of her affair with her brother in law would be used as would the film of her with the tramps ( her daddy would be so proud of his little angel). I finished it by spitting in her face and leaving her there naked on the pavement with the comment that if I ever set eyes on her again I would let the whole world know how low she really was.

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I was walking through the streets of the little Central American town, headed to one of its many markets. Founded by the Spanish over 500 years ago, it’s nestled in a ring of mostly-dormant volcanoes. You can still see the occasional plume of steam and smoke escaping the crest of one or the other of them.

I stepped across the median of the bustling street, cars, motorcycles, buses, mopeds, and other pedestrians crowding together on all sides. The main market was ahead of me, and I looked forward to wanderings its confines. I was washed in a sea of sights, sounds, and smells. There were seemingly endless rows of stalls, hawking endless varieties of goods. Here, (probably) illegally copied movies and CD’s, over there, soccer jerseys, down the way, a variety of shoes, and across from that, used parts for cars and motorcycles. There were people of all descriptions — black, white, red. This is a favorite destination of European visitors, and I can see — and hear — Germans, Brits, French, as well as other nationalities I didn’t readily recognize. There are those of Spanish descent, or Castilianos, as they are known, as well as the darker skinned mestisos, and still-darker native descendants. All in a hodge-podge of colors, textiles, and textures. I smelled chicken grilling in an open-air cookshop, ripe fruit hanging at every turn, diesel and oil fumes, sweet perfumes, roasting coffee grown on the adjoining volcanic hillsides, the pungent odor of unwashed humanity. It was a paradise of old and new — forgotten and yet undiscovered. And did I mention some of the most beautiful women anywhere? THAT was just an added bonus to my travels.

It was Friday, my first day in this town, and toward late afternoon, I begun noticing even more people on the streets and sidewalks, if that were possible. People were getting out of work, and I also noticed a peculiar addition to the burgeoning population of pedestrians. There began to be uniforms everywhere — specifically, girls in uniforms everywhere. Were they schoolgirls? I didn’t think so…they appeared to be in their late teens and early twenties. I was intrigued, and definitely titillated. The majority of the uniforms were a combination of short plaid skirts in the school’s colors, a dark blazer over a white blouse, and to top it off, knee high stockings and heels. Almost invariably, heels. ‘N-i-i-i-i-c-e,’ I thought to myself.

I continued to shop for a while, enjoying the sights and sounds, but then decided to head over toward the Parque Central, the town’s huge public square. The area was over 100 yards on each side, and in the center a gigantic fountain and attendant sculptures spouting water. I stood near the fountain, turning in a slow circle to take it all in. Along one side was a long arcade, people crowding in a long queue to put their paychecks in the bank. I was told this was an every-Friday occurrence. Along another side was a massive palace-like structure, complete with stone pillars, loads of sculpture and ornamentation, and armed guards along its facade. Opposite this was a string of small shops, restaurants, cafe tables, and bars. But what struck me most was the people. It was a people-watching paradise.

I decided to take a seat on one of the many benches, at the opposite end from an older gentleman, probably in his late fifties or early sixties. He smiled at me genially and nodded. After a while of drinking in the sights, I decided to strike up a conversation with my neighbor. He introduced himself as Francisco. He said he like to come here in the afternoons while his wife shopped in the markets. The two of us sat and watched, as children played in the fountain, or chased each other playing tag. There were people of all ages; mothers walking with their children, homeless begging for spare change, others returning home from work, or most people, like me, just enjoying the fading light of evening.

“Francisco, what is the reason for the uniforms the girls all wear?” I asked my new friend.

“These are girls from the secretarial and business schools,” he replied. “Beautiful, si?”

“Si,” I nodded emphatically.

As we continued to watch, a pair of these girls approached from our right, on one of the pathways traversing the park. One was tall, approaching six feet, with long, slender legs, and the lighter hair characteristic of the Castilianos. Over her shoulder, she had slung a bright pink Hello Kitty backpack. She had a natural beauty, and appeared only to wear a little eye makeup and lipstick. Her companion, dressed identically, was maybe a foot shorter, slightly darker complexion, and noticeably stockier, although still very attractive. She appeared more thick-waisted, with more athletic, muscular legs than her tall friend. All in all, a very sexy pair. I received nothing more than a quick glance from both girls as bahçeşehir escort they made their way in front of us, and off to our left.

About 10 minutes later, as Francisco and I were talking about the history of the town, the same two girls — I saw the backpack — walked toward us again. This time, they eyeballed me a little longer, so I nodded. At this, the two girls leaned in to each other giggling as they walked past. Francisco rattled off something unintelligible to the pair, and the tall one glanced over her shoulder, sticking out her tongue at Francisco, and then gave him the sweetest, most devilish grin I’ve ever seen as they continued on away from us.

“My Spanish is not bad, but I didn’t understand what you said to her.” He had spoken rapidly, in a kind of slang.

“I told the girls to come back and enjoy the company of my friend,” he said. At this, I blushed, and told him I appreciated him looking out for me. “It is still early — there is still hope for you, my friend. Well, it is 6:00, and I must go and find my wife. Enjoy the rest of your time here,” Francisco told me as he stood up to go. I rose and shook his hand, and we said our goodbyes.

I wandered the square somewhat aimlessly, coming to the idea of enjoying a beer at one of the cafes. Just as I started to head toward one called La Abondanza, I heard a voice from behind me.

“Buenos tardes,” said a sweet voice. I thought maybe it was one of the many people wandering the square, selling jewelry or weavings to tourists. To my surprise, as I turned around, I saw the two girls Francisco had tried to entice earlier. I stopped in my tracks, trying to believe whether my look could really be this good.

“Buenos tardes,” I returned in my best Spanish. “Me llamo Estefan. Mucho gusto.”

The two introduced themselves as Esperanza (the taller one), and Mariadela (the shorter one). After a minute or so of agonizing awkwardness in all parties involved, I suggested getting a few beers at the cafe where I had been headed. The girls said they knew a better one, where it would be a little less crowded. I agreed, and we set off across the park. At first, I decided I needed to keep on my guard. Not knowing the area, I didn’t want to be taken in by a possible scam or get set up to be mugged by an acquaintance of the girls. Luckily, we didn’t walk very far, and ducked into the coolness of a small restaurant on one of the side streets just off the square. I relaxed a little, feeling like I didn’t have to worry as much now. I still wouldn’t drink too much, just in case.

We three sat at a tiny table in a back corner of the establishment, the two girls flanking me on either side. As I asked the two what they wanted to drink, they each flashed me the sweetest smiles. I was hoping it was going to be a good night. We ordered three beers, which the little elderly waitress brought back momentarily.

After an hour or so of questions about each other’s lives, boyfriends, girlfriends, or luckily the lack thereof, how I was enjoying my touring, and just general harmless chit-chat, the two got up to go to the bathroom. When they returned, Mariadela asked me how long I would be in town. I told them I was to leave tomorrow afternoon, and they both said that was too bad, that they would like to have shown me around. For a moment, the girls put their heads together and then returned their attention to me. In a flurry of Spanish, Esperanza spoke to the woman behind the counter, and in five minutes’ time, two bags of food and two bottles of wine arrived at our table. At first I was uncomprehending, but when Mariadela stood up and took my hand, I realized we were getting our dinner to go. Better and better.

It was only a short walk up the street to the girls’ apartment. Since it was still early, there were plenty of people on the streets. We passed the bolted doors of shops that had closed up for the night, and now there were the sounds of the night in a bustling town. People out enjoying themselves, lively music coming from a number of restaurants and clubs. The cobblestone street was a narrow affair, tiny sidewalks on each side, the ironwork grilles of windows punctuating the walls of the buildings we passed. It was a decidedly picturesque place. I was definitely coming back to visit again.

We arrived at an oaken door studded with brass nails. The house’s walls, right at the edge of the sidewalk, were a coral-colored plaster, and a window grille looked out on the entrance. Mariadela took out her keys and unlocked the entry door, while Esperanza ushered me inside. It took my eyes some time to adjust to the dim light of the single lamp that sat on a small table in the corner. The apartment was cozy, a tiny little living space with whitewashed walls that was virtually stuffed with two oversized sofas and a low coffee table. The few antique photos and prints hanging on the walls gave the place a definite Old World levent escort feel.

I dumped the two bags of food onto the coffee table and sat on a sofa, while Esperanza put on some music. I recognized the same type of dance music that I had heard coming from one of the clubs we had passed earlier. After this, Esperanza came over to where I sat and kicked off her shoes. In a moment of cruel teasing, she put her left foot on the sofa and slowly, ever so slowly, unrolled her white stocking to take it off. Without even trying, I got a glimpse of silky white panties beneath her dark skirt. She caught me looking and flashed me a wicked grin. She then switched feet and repeated the entire agonizing process right in front of me.

Taking her cue from the taller girl, Mariadela did a mock strip-tease, spinning and undulating in time to the music as she removed her blazer. She looked deep into my eyes and began unbuttoning the top of her blouse. First, one, then another, then another button…and stopped. I realized then what a tantalizing display of cleavage she was putting on. The tops of her lacy black bra cups just peeked over the edges of her partially opened shirt.

Now that both girls were comfortable, they flopped down onto the floor, heedless of their short skirts, and started digging through the food to pass it around. I slid off the couch and deposited myself on the floor between the two of them. I realized I hadn’t eaten for hours, and the food was delicious. A semi-spicy mixture of meats and tortillas, tamales, and good red wine. Bookended by the two beautiful sirens, I was in heaven!

We all laughed as the two told me stories about things that happened at their school, or some of their adventures on weekends when they weren’t in school. Everyone was having a good time, loosened up from the wine, but not to the point of drunkenness. At one point, Mariadela jumped up and yelled, “I love this song!” She began undulating to the music, her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of moving in rhythm. Esperanza stood up to join her, and I got a “floor’s-eye view” of the two friends locked in a steamy embrace, each holding the other close, arms encircling waists. Occasionally there was a kiss on the lips, or a stroked cheek. It was obvious the girls adored each other. As the music heated up further, Mariadela moved one of her thighs so it was between the legs of Esperanza and they danced in a style similar to Meringue. Their sexy hips gyrated back and forth as they continued to hold each other tight. I felt myself getting incredibly turned on by this candid display of intimacy. The two kissed again, and I saw one of Mariadela’s hands slip between the two of their bodies, rubbing the both of them from the outside. Esperanza let out a gasp as she enjoyed the feel of her friend’s hand on her clothed pussy. In a frenzy, the two kissed eagerly one last time, and then collapsed on the floor next to me in a tangle of legs, laughing and exhausted from the dancing.

We talked for what seemed like hours — I couldn’t remembering having so much fun in a long time. It was somewhat of a surprise when Mariadela asked me what hotel I was staying at. I told her the San Lucas. As if on command, Esperanza stood up, saying it was getting late, and it was probably time to go to bed. The statement hit me like a ton of bricks, and I went instantly from being on top of the world, to being absolutely depressed. I was NOT looking forward to returning to my tiny hotel room alone to jerk myself off. Been there, done that. I stood up slowly, starting to say my good-byes to the two girls, when Mariadela giggled and said something in rapid-fire Spanish to Esperanza.

“Silly man! I meant you are to come to bed with us!” Esperanza told me, laughing. Holy shit! I couldn’t believe my luck.

Mariadela grabbed my hand and led me down a short hallway to a small room with a huge antique-looking bed at one wall. The headboard was ornately carved wood, dark with age, and must have been at least 8 feet wide. As I looked around the room, she explained that they shared a bed, since they needed to save money, and a one-bedroom apartment is much cheaper. From behind me, Esperanza chimed in that over time they had become lovers, and that they shared virtually everything. I think my cock stood at full attention at this last thought. As I stood contemplating this, the tall beauty spun me toward her and leaned in for a kiss.

The two of them lighted a series of oil lamps — it’s cheaper than electricity, one of them explained, and the room was thrown into a warm, golden glow. As Esperanza went back down the hall to turn out the living room light, Mariadela reached down and pulled the hem of my shirt over my head. She purred in delight as her soft hands caressed my chest and shoulders. I heard the music grow louder as Esperanza carried one of the speakers into the hallway. A second later, I felt her behind me, her breath on my eyüp escort skin as she planted tiny whispers of kisses on my back. Her strong, supple arms encircled my waist, and I felt her fingers working to undo the button of my pants. Mariadela leaned closer to give her a hand, and soon my pants and underwear slid to the floor. I continued kissing first one girl, then the other. After a while I told the girls I had really enjoyed watching them kiss each other earlier.

“Anything you wish,” said Mariadela. And with that, she wrapped her hand in Esperanza’s thick mane of dirty blonde hair, pulling her head down for a long, slow kiss. They were locked in a sensual embrace, lips pressed together, mouths open, tongues intertwined. Hands roved each other’s bodies, exploring, teasing. Esperanza leaned down even further as she continued to kiss her lover, running a hand up under Mariadela’s skirt, and stroking her sopping pussy. Mariadela’s breath hissed inward, and she exhaled a sigh of delight. Esperanza pulled the shorter girl’s panties to the side, running a finger up an down the wet slit. Mariadela spread her legs wider as she stood soaking her friend’s finger. Another gasp of pleasure issued from her mouth as first one, and then a second finger, disappeared deep inside the girl’s aching pussy. Esperanza was fingering her good now.

At last releasing her hold on Mariadela, Esperanza brought her hands up to the front of her friend’s blouse, undoing the remaining buttons. The garment slid off her shoulders. Next came the skirt and panties. Soon I was taking in the gorgeous sight of Mariadela’s body. She was thick hipped, lovely athletic thighs (she had told me she was a soccer player) met just below a pussy with one small tuft of dark hair, and a pair of grapefruit-sized breasts sat high on her chest. Luscious, huge nipples shone proud. I moved to take one into my mouth, and felt her hand wrap around my now-rigid cock. As I ministered to the shorter girl’s breasts, Esperanza finished undressing herself, and joined me in pleasuring her.

Esperanza knelt down between the two of us, first licking her roommate’s pussy, then taking the head of my cock in her mouth. Mariadela’s head was thrown back, a constant stream of moans and obscenities streaming from somewhere deep inside her, as her lover continued to stimulate every inch of her dripping cunt with tongue and fingers. I kissed from her ear, to her exposed throat, down to the tops of her breasts, using my tongue to circle her diamond-hard nipples. Esperanza’s tongue was working magic on my cock, swiping up and down the shaft, flitting underneath to my balls, and then playing with the head. Before long, she stood up and pushed me toward the bed, where I fell onto the edge and slid myself up toward the head.

“I want to ride that pretty cock,” Esperanza practically growled. With that, she moved up to straddle me, teasing my cock mercilessly. She knelt on one knee, with the sweet mouth of her pussy just millimeters away from sucking me into her. There was that ever-present wicked grin — she knew damned well how to drive me insane. Her hips lowered a fraction, so that just the tip of my cock pushed her outer pussy lips aside. I tried to move my hips up in response, but she had apparently anticipated my move; shaking her head teasingly, she moved back up, so I was left high and dry. She grabbed both my hands, putting them on her luscious, small breasts, and this time, sank ever so slowly down onto the shaft of my cock in one long, deliciously slow movement. She was now impaled down to the balls on me. A long, low moan of satisfaction was all she could let out. As she adjusted to her pussy being filled up, she leaned forward to kiss me deeply, and I circled my arms around her, holding her tight to me. I didn’t want her to get away to tease me again.

Now that she had perfect access, Mariadela situated herself between my legs, behind Esperanza, and stroked her hands down her roommate’s back. She massaged the other girl lovingly, stroking and caressing, kneading the supple flesh, until her hands wandered down to spread the cheeks of Esperanza’s tight ass apart. With my head propped on two pillows, I was treated to the sexy sight of Mariadela burying her tongue in the tight little asshole of her lover. It was driving Esperanza crazy, and she wriggled her hips in appreciation as she soaked my cock with her juices. I felt the occasional lash of Mariadela’s tongue on my balls as she flicked it up and down the entire slit of the pussy laid out in front of her. I decided I wanted to feel Esperanza grind on me, so I let her up from my crushing embrace, and she sat straight up on my rod. Mariadela knelt behind Esperanza hugging her from behind, teasing her nipples and squeezing her huge breasts. Esperanza, her long, lean legs astride me, was soon writhing in the throes of her first full-on orgasm. Her shuddering and quaking seemed to go on forever, and I felt the inner walls of her cunt spasming and gripping my cock, threatening to push me over the edge.

“I want to feel you explode inside me,” Esperanza said, as if she could read my mind and feel my impending orgasm. “I’m quite sure a young caballero like you can be persuaded to cum more than once tonight for us.”

We started out long before the sun was up. We planned to hit the summit by mid-day and be back in camp in the early evening. So far things were moving according to plan. The sun had come up about an hour ago and the East Face was warming quickly, which was a very good thing. My hands were having a hard time on the cold rock. The climbing wasn’t particularly difficult but I was beginning to feel the altitude as we pushed past 12,000′ and onto the ridge. The views are amazing, and quite intimidating. The drop on one side of the ridge is 600′ straight down. The other side a massive 2,000′ to fall before the couloir starts. The three of us scrambled along the ridge, occasionally using the rope to belay each other across the areas with particularly extreme exposure. I focused on my feet and hand placements and tried not to look down.

Tim and Michael had known each other for years. They had climbed all over and were far more serious about the sport than I. They would spend hours in the climbing gym working on various boulder problems. I was just getting back into climbing after a break for several years for other pursuits and was lacking a belay partner to hold the rope while I climbed. Tim and Michael were gracious enough to let me join them. I never liked climbing in the gym, however and had been pushing to get them outdoors for some time. Both climbers were tall with a wiry athleticism that understated their strength. Both were in great shape. While my rock climbing skills were weaker, I had considerably more mountaineering experience, and was glad to be climbing with the sun shining on my back as we headed for the summit.

We hit the top at 12:30, signed the register and sat eating a little lunch and enjoying the view. It had been a great climb and we were all a little euphoric due to the physical exertion spent getting to the summit and the high altitude. After 45 minutes we began the long decent back down. Although we could see our camp in the valley 5,000′ below the summit, it would take nearly 4 hours to get back. There was the ridge, two rappels and a long stretch of broken talus through the couloir that would prove to be much more frustrating than it looked.

By the time we made it back to the valley we were really beat. Our tents were in a picturesque meadow not more than 100 yards from a pristine alpine lake. The air was calm and crisp, the water was like glass and reflected the cirque of the mountain above us. The only ones in esenyurt escort the valley were the three of us and the girls. Tim’s girlfriend, Andrea, and a friend of hers, Lisa, made the trip and were waiting for our return by the lake. Andrea is a strong climber in her own right but with Lisa there, the two had planned to do some more moderate hiking while we hit the summit.

The five of us hiked up to the lake the day before arriving shortly before nightfall. The hike in was strenuous and Tim, Michael and I had wanted to get some sleep to make our 4:00 am wakeup. Because of our early wakeup the girls slept in Tim’s tent while Michael and Tim slept in Michael’s. Although the tent can sleep three adequately, I opted to sleep out in the open in the meadow that first night. The sky was clear and the stars were brilliant, even if it was a little cold.

“We made it”, Tim said with a big smile on his face as we strolled back into camp. He tossed his daypack on the ground. Andrea came over and gave him a kiss.

“Hungry?” she asked.

Michael had put himself in charge of the food and was already putting together quite a spread. I found a nearby rock and took a seat.

“How come you never cook for Tim and I at home?” Andrea teased. Michael was totally focused and ignored her.

We had a wonderful meal as the sun set behind the mountain. After dinner, I broke out the cognac I had packed in but was totally outdone by the girls. To everyone’s surprise, Lisa and Andrea had conspired to bring some pot and passed around a very large joint. We sat there, blissfully high, a little drunk, in an incredible setting watching the stars come out.

“We’re going to go crash”, Tim broke the silence. “No, we’re going to go fuck”, Andrea said with a big grin, and with that she grabbed Tim by the hand and pulled him off to the tent.

“Well”, I said with a smile unsure what to say to that. Both Michael and Lisa grinned in agreement as we watched them go. I took another hit of the joint. The dynamic was kind of interesting. Lisa is very attractive and very flirtatious. I had met her once before at a party of Tim’s. Apparently she and Michael had some history, but I didn’t know any of the details. There didn’t seem to be any tension, but I knew that they weren’t together. The stars were getting brighter as the last of the sunlight vanished far off in the west. I couldn’t help but wish başakşehir escort that Michael wasn’t there, or that he had brought another girl so I could see if anything could happen between Lisa and me. I really didn’t feel comfortable pursuing anything with him there.

“Thanks for taking us out here”, Lisa said to me as she passed the bottle of cognac to Michael. “It’s a beautiful spot”. Michael nodded in agreement and took another sip. I asked Lisa about her hike. They had found a number of lakes strung together a few miles up the valley.

“Did you get any swimming in?”

“Of course,” Lisa answered Michael’s query. Her grin was a little too big.

“What else did you two do out there?”

Clearly Michael knew something was up.

“Well”, Lisa laughed and looked away shyly.

“Oh you did!”

Between the alcohol and the pot, my head was spinning a little, but it was apparent something had happened between Andrea and Lisa, and I was very curious to know more.

Apparently so was Michael.

“Let’s see, you were both naked after going for a quick swim and Andrea just couldn’t help herself and you couldn’t say no.”

Lisa explained what had happened. And Michael’s hypothesis was not far off. After laughing at my confused and shocked expression, the two explained that Andrea is bisexual and that she has had intimate relations with Lisa from time to time.

If I was turned on earlier (and jealous) thinking about Andrea and Tim in seclusion in their tent, I was really turned on now. I had no idea. We laughed some more and watched a few shooting stars go by.

Michael got up and headed off to the wood to go pee.

I looked over at Lisa and she smiled. Maybe it was the pot, or the alcohol, or maybe I was just too worked up thinking about the fun Andrea and Lisa had earlier but I leaned toward her. She met me half way and we kissed. We kissed hard. It didn’t just start off slowly, we went right into it. A deep passionate kiss. Her mouth tasted so good. Her lips so soft and strong. Her tongue was delicious. We heard Michael approaching, but it didn’t matter, we just kept at it unable to separate ourselves.

“Oh no” Michael exclaimed and then laughed. “I’m gonna get left out. The dreaded 5th wheel!”

Lisa and I parted. She smiled and looked up at him. She glanced back at me and then back to Michael and opened her arms.

“Come küçükçekmece escort here,” she said.

Michael got down on his knees to her level and gave her a hug. She smiled at me over his shoulder as she hugged him.

And then she kissed him on the mouth. Hard. I didn’t have time to even be surprised by their kiss. What shocked me was her hand which had moved over to my lap and grasped firmly at my crotch. There was no question what she wanted.

I was so turned on. Michael took off her shirt and I undid her pants. She had managed to unbutton my pants with her one hand and she now held my rapidly hardening cock beneath my shorts. Her touch on my skin was delightful. I kissed her sex through her panties as I removed her pants. We managed to have her totally stripped by the time we had staggered to the tent. Michael and I tossed her inside, removed most of our clothes and followed her into our lair.

The three down sleeping bags were spread out over the floor of the tent. Add a few down jackets and the tent was quite luxurious. Lisa lied in the middle on the floor of the tent. Her legs lie slightly apart with my fingers playing with her very wet pussy. In her hand she held Michael’s cock and was stroking it, pulling it closer to her lips. I kissed her again before she took it into her mouth. Michael let out a moan in pleasure. With that I went down on Lisa in earnest, kissing the lips of her swollen pussy, sucking firmly on her clit, inserting my tongue deep into her.

I was a little shocked when Michael took down my shorts and started stroking my cock and touching my balls. Lisa watched with rapt attention. Her hand moved down to her sex and she began touching herself as she watched. Michael took me into his mouth. Lisa came over and decided she needed some too. The two took turns passing it back and forth while I basked in the attention.

Everything was a sex induced euphoric blur. I sucked on Lisa’s breasts and stroked Michael’s cock. It was exciting feeling another guy’s erection, and I fed on the aroused look Lisa gave me as I held him in my hand. Lisa took me in her mouth again before getting down on all fours in front of me. Still holding my erection, she guided me inside her from behind. Michael slid down underneath us and his tongue alternated between her clit and my balls as I fucked her from behind. It felt so good. Lisa went crazy with the feeling of my cock filling her up from behind while that tongue daftly moved over her clit. She came with a shudder and scream.

I lost count of her orgasms. Hell, I lost count of my own. We fucked for hours. The three of us lost all inhibition and had a great time. Totally spent, we slept in until it was too hot to stay in the tent any longer. Michael made breakfast, and we all went for a swim in the Lake.

Some disclaimers: There is drug use, cheating, heteroflexibility between guys and girls, and a fair amount of cum play between guys. If any of that bothers you, please don’t bother reading this one! I go more for detailed and fun sex scenes than a ton of prose. Note that this is only for open minded people. Hope you enjoy and, if so, let me know about it.”Miku, we are leaving in twenty minutes so we don’t be late,” my Czech girlfriend of three years called to me from our bedroom. I was bent over the sink, eying myself in the mirror, stretching the skin on my cheek tight as I dragged my razor along my jaw. Her English was far better than when we first started dating, and I normally found her way of speaking adorable, but today it was just another needle. “Don’t worry about me Zuz, I just have to shave and put my shirt on. Worry about yourself.” I checked myself out in the mirror, and felt pretty good about what I saw. 35 years old, and still in good shape. I wasn’t big, but well defined with my abs being the part of my body I’m most proud of.

Like almost all couples, even though we have a largely good relationship, we do have our share of fights. Both of us are emotional people I’m ashamed to admit and we have our share of drama. Our relationship is also complicated somewhat by the fact that we both come from different backgrounds. Zuzana was from a small town in eastern Czech Republic and spent the first part of her life under a communist government. I grew up in upper middle class USA, earned my way into a top liberal arts college, and then moved to Eastern Europe because I thought it would be a great way of seeing a different culture. When your childhood is so different, you do end up approaching issues from different angles and it can lead to conflicts that are harder to resolve.

Still, it wasn’t all bad. Nowadays it is well known that there is an insane concentration of stunning women in Eastern European, and Zuzana certainly proved that rule. A mutual friend introduced her to me as someone who could help her with an English language presentation. Naturally slim, though not skinny and a little over five and a half feet tall, Zuzana made an immediate impression on me. She had long brunette hair, dark eyes and a sharp nose. Her lips are natural but you would be forgiven for thinking they were surgically enhanced. An ass man myself, I remember thinking she an ass shaped like a tea cup and breasts that were more than a good handful. We hit it off on the first session, and it didn’t take long into her second visit before I had her bent over the back of my couch.

I wrapped up my shave, slapped on cologne, sprayed deodorant and headed out of the bathroom into the bedroom to grab my shirt and check on the lady. I could see she was in her dressing room, and as I approached I could see her silhouette visible through the frosted door. She clearly had her leg up on a stool, and I couldn’t help but admire her lines. Despite being bent forward as she pulled a stocking up her leg, her stomach remained flat up to her fantastic full breasts. I pulled open the door and she looked back and up at me over her shoulder, attaching the second of two black straps from the top of her black stocking to a black and red laced garter. The garter belt alluringly wrapped around her fantastic ass and rested over a matching set of lace panties were largely transparent with red flower pattern obscuring some of her flesh. Still I found myself staring between her cheeks, trying to see how much I could see. Only 25 years old, you couldn’t find a hint of cellulite on her fantastic body, even if there was a certain softness to her. Forgetting that I was there to ask her if she was going to be ready in time, I stood with my mouth agape, savoring the view. It’s no wonder I always forgive this woman, no matter how frustrating she could sometimes be.

“Do you like it Miku? I wanted to dress fancy today.” I looked down at the shirt in my hand, and realized I was going to have to up the ante a bit to keep up with my lady. “You look hot Zuzi, fucking hell. When did you get that?” my eyes resting on the bra which was largely sheer other than the red and black flower patterned lace which became more opaque around her nipples.

“Agent Provocateur baby” she said with a smile. “I finally used you gift. I’m glad you like. It was supposed to be surprise for you.” She stood up and stretched her arms above her head, showing off, and then reached for her dress and took it from the hanger. She started the incomprehensible process of preparing the black dress to slip over her head, looked up at me with her deep brown eyes and said, “will you forgive me Miku? I know I was silly again today.” I was shocked as apologies are few and far between, and almost never for what had triggered her today. I have to say that seeing how she was dressed tonight, it would be idiotic not to accept her apology and move on so I said, “Of course baby, thank you for apologizing. It was sancaktepe escort also my fault, I know you don’t like it when I do that. I have to be better” I moved towards her and pulled her towards me in a hug. She wrapped one arm behind my head, still holding her dress with the other and whispered in my ear, “you will make it up to me later Cookie,” using her pet name for me, “Now go put on nice white shirt I got you, no? And arrange the car?”

I smiled and gave her a gentle kiss, “your wishes are my command, Pie” and I stepped away to my own closet. I found the dress shirt in question and removed it from the hanger, happy to see it was not wrinkled, and put it on. My crime today was something that any man would struggle with in late summer Prague. The weather had started to cool off, but today had been potentially one of the last hot days of the year and the girls were all taking advantage of it. Flesh was on display, and despite my best efforts, I cannot keep myself from looking even when I’m walking with my woman. And while she does sometimes enjoy looking at women with me, if her mood is off or if she feels threatened in any way she can snap and go off. I found the jealousy cute at first, and sometimes a turn on, but nowadays it just pissed me off that she was pissed off. This time she busted me checking out a girl wearing short shorts that were cut short enough that they disappeared into her ass, and the fabric that was visible had rips revealing skin beneath. I mean, how could I not look? In any event, it definitely wasn’t worth ruining a good party night, and I was happy that she had offered the olive branch first tonight.

I rang the car service, and gave them our address and the address of our friend Kyle’s flat. Kyle was an Australian expat who I’d been friends with for nearly the entire time I’d been living here. Recently divorced, he decided it was time to show all his friends his new place. A professional chef by trade, visits to Kyle were always a treat as he had a huge personality and could produce Michelin quality meals in his home kitchen. He was also a huge party animal, so for sure it was going to be a wild evening after the eating was done. I went downstairs and took some bottles of wine out of the fridge, and a bottle of gin from the liquor cabinet. “Zuz, come on down, the car will be here in a couple minutes.”

“Coming Cookie!” It’s worth mentioning she pronounces the oo in cookie more like “goose”, so it really is adorable. I let out an audible “uff” when I saw her. The black dress she had chosen modestly covered her shoulders and upper arms, but was immodest in virtually every way. The neckline was composed of two overlapping pieces of loose fabric that draped down and met well under her breasts, revealing a large V and vast amounts of cleavage. Her breasts were pushed up by the bra and on display in all their voluptuous glory. At the base of the V, part of her bra was visible as well as a small triangle of skin beneath. Below her breasts, the fabric of the dress clung to her like a second skin along her waist and hips, and then ended just below where her garter straps connected to the tops of her stockings. The front of the skirt had was slightly shorter than the sides and the back, and from where I was standing at the bottom of the stairs, I could easily see the garter straps and a hint of her creamy thighs above the top of her stockings. She exuded elegance, taste, and sex. I felt my dick stir, and wondered if we should just make the car wait for us.

She smiled at me seductively, her lips glossy and slightly parted, she pressed the length of her body against me and brought her lips to mine, darting her tongue between my lips. My dick responded immediately, lengthening against my thigh. She ran her hand down my chest, and rubbed it firmly as she continued pushing her tongue down my throat. I grabbed her ass and pressed her against me and moaned into her mouth. Pulling away, she smiled and said, “let’s go, being late is rude.”

The car was waiting as we exited the building. I opened the door for Zuz and got an eyeful of thigh and straps as she descended into the car. Buzzing already with arousal I walked around to the other side of the car, and got in behind the driver. I reached out and took Zuzana’s hand and we chatted about the evening and what we should expect. As far as we knew there would be about 20 people there and Kyle was going to feed everyone. We gossiped a bit about which of the friends had landed on his ex wife’s side of the fence and which would show up tonight. Kyle’s friends were a bit older than I was, so there was a decent chance Zuzana would be the youngest person there. She has absolutely no problem with this, being a highly social person she was comfortable in virtually any situation. Still, we used this as an excuse to ask Kyle if we could invite Zuzi’s best friend Nina. Of course he agreed, having met her a few times sultangazi escort back when he was still married. The reality was that we both thought that Nina could be a good match for Kyle or, at the very least, a nice rebound fling. As far as we knew, he hadn’t been with anyone since splitting with his wife nearly 6 months prior.

Zuzana texted Nina that we were nearly at her place while I enjoyed the view out the window. Both she and Kyle lived in the Old Town center of the city and I never got over how beautiful it is. The cobble stoned roads were one-way, but there was hardly any traffic. I saw Nina was already waiting in front of her house as we approached so I rolled down the window as we pulled up to the curb. “Hey beautiful, you looking for a date?” I always got along really well with Nina, and was happy to see her because she’s awesome, and also happy to see her because she truly is beautiful. Nina had a light scarf over her shoulders, and a short, tight and dark cocktail dress with cream colored stockings covering her legs. Her blond hair was straight and hung down as usual between her shoulder blades. Her hips swayed hypnotically as she strode towards my car door. I never understood how Slavic women could walk so gracefully in stiletto heals on cobblestones. She leaned on the window, giving me a fantastic view of her blue eyes, pale skin, and red lips and said “How much?”.

“First one is free for hot blonds!” I laughed, and opened the door. I scooted over as she slid in next to me. She put her arm around my neck and kissed me on the cheek “it’s great to see you Mike.” She put her hand on my thigh for balance as she leaned over me and exchanged greeting in Slovak with Zuzana and gave her a happy kiss on the lips. I noticed that her dress was a deep blue synthetic leather and it had ridden up her thighs when she’d sat down, revealing the tops of her cream colored stockings and garter straps which fixed to the top with black bows. Her hand hadn’t left my thigh as we all happily chatted and I was glad that my dick was extended down my other leg as she would have otherwise felt my hard-on. It was a short drive to the party, and I enjoyed being sandwiched between these two beauties.

The girls existed first on arrival, and I stayed to pay the driver. My Czech isn’t perfect, but I understood the driver complimenting me on the company and wishing me good luck tonight. I laughed and gave him a good tip and then joined the girls at the door. We took the elevator up and entered the party. The flat was nice, and we were the first guests other than Kyle’s best friend Phil. The guys appreciatively gave the girls an up and down and went in for hugs and kisses. His kitchen was dominated by a huge square table in the middle of the room that was loaded with a buffet of goodies that Kyle had prepared. We got wine and started chatting and munching as guests continued to arrive.

Drinks continued to flow and the party started to swing. The music got louder, people got more and more drunk, and people started dancing. It was a good mix of people, mainly professional expats and their partners. Zuzana and I were separated most of the evening as we mingled independently though periodically coming together to touch base. After a long conversation with a guy I’d never met before wrapped up, I looked around for Zuzana and saw her sitting next to Phil. Apparently he’d just made a good joke, and Zuz responded by slapping him on the chest and shaking her head. She didn’t remove her hand though, and leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Whatever she said caused his eyebrows to raise and he smiled again at her. He had three buttons on his shirt undone, and I saw that part of her hand was actually resting on his chest well formed pecks. He was a hairy guy, and I could see that Zuzana was gently circling her fingers on his chest. She looked around then, and saw me watching them. She said something to Phil, and then left him to walk towards me. I saw Phil get an eyeful of her ass as she walked away, and he reached down to adjust himself in his pants. I can’t say I blamed him, Zuz has that effect.

Smiling, she snaked through the crowd to me and when close enough to me she asked, “Cookie, are you having fun? Why are you alone?” We clinked glasses and she whispered to me, “Phil has some coke, can we go do a line with him?” Rarely one to turn down blow at a party, I happily agreed and I let Zuzana lead me by the hand to Kyle’s bedroom. As we entered I tried to close the door behind me but stopped when I realized that Phil was also on his way. I saw that Kyle and Nina were already there sitting close together on the bed, chopping lines from a sizable pile of powder on a marble slab that Kyle had next to his bed.

“Hey guys! Long time no see. Hey let’s just keep this between us OK? A lot of the folks here aren’t the drug type, and anyway I don’t have enough for everyone. So just us 5 OK?”

Each cihangir escort of us took our turns and all of the guys were clearly paying attention when the girls leaned over to do their lines. The action had the expected effected of hiking their skirts up, givings us eyefuls. As Zuz took her line, I turned to Phil and asked him what he had been talking about with her. He flushed a bit and said, “Hey Zuzana, your boyfriend is asking what we were talking about just now.”

She raised up from the table, dabbing her nose gently to ensure there was no residue and said, “Oh, Phil had offered this, and I just said him how I’d love to…”

“And??” I prompted.

“And I said I love it but it always makes me so horny!” She said this last in an exaggerated way, cupping her breasts and rolled her shoulders. Nina cackled and reached up slapped Zuzana on the ass, “Don’t be bad girl Zuza!”

Zuzana fixed her dark eyes on mine and cooed “But Miku loves it when I’m bad, don’t you baby” and walked towards me where I was leaning against the wall, rubbing her hands down her stomach and to her thighs. It might have started as a joke, but she was committed now. When she reached me, she put one arm around my neck and pushed her right leg between mine, pressing herself against me and pulled me in for a deep kiss. Coke makes everyone horny, and I had no problem with this. I put my hands down to her ass, pulling her tightly against me, and I felt her raise her left leg up, wrapping it around the back of my thigh to increase her leverage against my stiffing prick. My right hand ran up her thigh, up past her garter and to her soft skin. I pushed her skirt up further, and ran my fingers lightly over her panties – turned on by the fact that I knew a good part of her ass was exposed to everyone in the room.

Kyle gave a polite cough and said, “guys, do you want the room for a while?”

Zuza broke off our make out session, and turned around to look at Kyle, rolling her hips seductively against me and said “no Kyle, no. That would be rude to the other guests. Let’s go join them no?” And she lowered her leg, and smoothed her skirt down to cover her self. I looked around at them now, and saw that Nina had her hand between Kyle’s legs and seemed to be rubbing his inner thigh near an impressive bulge that had formed in his slacks. Phil was still staring at Zuzana’s ass and was unashamedly rubbing himself through his pants. Zuz turned her back to me glanced down at his rubbing hand and walked to him. She offered her hand and said, “Thank you again for the lines. Come dance with me.”

Phil glanced at me, and I smiled and shrugged and watched as they left the room. Nina and Kyle also left holding hands and I stayed back for a moment to do my line, then collect myself and give my erection a chance to go down. I was not the jealous type, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about Zuza toying with Phil. It’s a game we often played in clubs, teasing strangers and getting off a bit on the attention, but Phil was a close friend of a friend, and I didn’t want to make things complicated. “fuck it, don’t over-think this, let’s just have fun” I said to myself, and I rejoined the party.

Hours passed as we all enjoyed dancing and drinking, and guests slowly started leaving but there was still a good crowd. I was dancing with an older lady who knew how to work what she had. We got closer and she smiled and then turned around, pressing her ass against me. I playfully gave her a spank, appreciating the bounce it caused. “Do that again young man, and I’ll have to take you to the bathroom” she teased and continued bouncing on my dick which was now in a permanent state of arousal. I was enjoying grinding in time to the beats, when I felt two arms wrap around my stomach and looked back to see Nina smiling up at me. She said “OK OK you two, that is enough. This one is coming with me” as she pushed my new friend away. The woman, whose name I didn’t catch, laughed, blew me a kiss, and went to dance with her friends.

I followed Nina to the bathroom and she pushed me in and closed the door behind us. She produced a baggy of coke and said “Look what I have? Let’s have a line” and proceeded to rack some up on the toilet seat. I stood behind her and drank in the look of her. Muscles in her back rippled as she worked, and she swayed her ass slowly side to side humming happily to herself. Her thighs were visible and I could tell that her panties were less than an inch away from being exposed. Having been in a constant state of arousal for the last few hours, I couldn’t help but think of pushing up her skirt and fucking her from behind. Nearly mad with lust, I reached down into my pants, and grabbed my dick, slowly stroking it as I stared at her. She produced a straw, and I heard her inhale her line so I removed my hand which was wet with my precum. She turned around to offer it to me, and she knew immediately how horny I was. Still bent over her blue eyes clung to mine, and she whispered, “what is it Miku?” and against my will, I broke eye contact with her to gaze between her legs. If “fuck it, let’s have fun” was the theme of the night, I decided to try it out.

“Honestly, and don’t be mad, but I just really wanted to know what color panties you’re wearing.”

“I’m really glad you’re here,” Aaron said as he surveyed the scene at the hotel bar.

“You kidding me?” Anthony said. “I wouldn’t miss this for the world.”

Aaron was grateful that there had been no awkwardness between them since that night in his kitchen. In fact, to his relief, Anthony hadn’t mentioned it again. It were almost as if it had never happened.

“How’s she doing?” Anthony asked.

“Nervous,” Aaron replied, “but I think she’s okay. She’s up in our room, sleeping. She has a big day ahead of her tomorrow. She’s meeting with wardrobe in the morning, and then the media team in the afternoon. And tomorrow night are the preliminaries.”

“That’s wicked important,” Anthony said. “You get a bad seed in this tournament, and it’s a tough fight to the top.”

Aaron merely nodded his head, and took another sip of beer.

“How are you doing?” Anthony asked.

“I’m nervous for her,” Aaron replied. “She’s worked so hard for this, and I’m so proud of her. I know she’ll do well.”

“I gotta give you props, man. I don’t know how you do it. What’s it like to watch your wife suck all those cocks?”

Anthony paused for a moment. He was embarrassed to admit how it really made him feel, and he knew his friend wouldn’t understand.

“Honestly, it’s become almost normal now. At first, it wasn’t easy to watch, but I’ve grown used to it. Like I told Rochelle at the beginning, it’s really no different than watching someone participate in a hotdog eating contest.”

Anthony burst into laughter, and his beer nearly spurted from his nose.

“You didn’t fucking say that, did you?”

Aaron nodded his head, and then broke into laughter as well. The absurdity of his analogy, as well as the entire situation they found themselves in, suddenly overcame him. He finished off the last of his beer.

“I’m gonna call it a night,” he announced, and gave Anthony a slap on the back. “I’ll let you pick up the tab.”

“Hey, thanks, man,” Anthony responded.

***

Aaron eased himself beneath the sheets as quietly and softly as possible. He heard the sound of halting breath from the other side of the bed.

“You awake?” he asked softly.

“Yeah,” came the quiet response.

“It’s late,” he said, wrapping his arm around her. “You need to rest.”

“I know,” she said.

“Are you okay?”

There was a long pause.

“I don’t think I can do it,” she muttered.

“The tournament?” he asked. “Of course you can. Honey, you’ve come too far to quit.”

“I’m not going to quit,” she stated. “But there’s no way I can win it.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I just can’t, Aaron. Those other girls have way more experience, and I’m way out of my league.”

“How do you know that?”

“I read their bios online. And I saw them walking around in the lobby earlier today. You should’ve seen the way they looked at me. I don’t belong here.”

“Of course you do. Don’t be ridiculous. You’re better than all of them, and you’ll prove that this week.”

“I’m not here to prove anything,” she protested. “I just want to make it to the end and leave here with enough money to help our family.”

“You can do it, honey. I believe in you. Mai Lin believes in you. The Minotti people believe in you. You just have to believe in yourself. That’s all that matters.”

She held his arms and pulled him toward her.

“Now get some sleep,” he said. “You have a big day tomorrow.”

***

Rochelle wasn’t happy with the outfit the Minotti people had selected for her. She was late for her interview in the conference room on the bottom floor of the hotel, but she was still standing in front of the full-length mirror in her hotel room, examining herself from every angle.

“I look absolutely ridiculous,” she said.

“Well, the top shows plenty of cleavage,” Aaron offered. “That’s a good thing.”

“The top is the worst part of it!” she countered. She fidgeted with her breasts in an attempt to squeeze them into the frilly green bustier.

“I look like a fucking German beer wench!” she shouted. She turned from side to side, and her short skirt flowed as she swayed. The outfit was accented by a pair of thigh-high white stockings and clunky high heels.

“We need to go,” he said. “You’re already late.”

She expelled a deep sigh, and stormed out of the room, with Aaron trailing behind. As soon as she entered the media room, a team of assistants swarmed around her. One fitted her with a microphone, another fixed her hair, and yet another had the audacity to adjust her breasts. She nearly slapped the man. As soon as she was seated, the interview began.

“So, tell us about yourself,” the interviewer began. Rochelle wore a phony smile and looked into the camera.

“Well, my name is Molly, and I’m from Apple Valley, Minnesota. I have three children and a loving husband of twenty-three years.”

In the days leading up to the tournament, she had been meeting with a consultant from the Minotti group, who coached her on media relations. atakent escort She had been given a script, which she was told to memorize. The goal was to portray her as a Midwestern soccer mom, which was a unique resume for a contestant in the NCC’s. The Minotti people thought that this character would resonate with the audience and lend some much-needed credibility to the tournament.

Rochelle continued to answer questions precisely as she had been coached. At the conclusion of the interview, she politely thanked the interviewer for his time, and attempted to flee from the room as quickly as possible. On the way out, she crossed paths with a stunning red-haired woman. She was statuesque and thin, and had massive breasts that were out of proportion with the rest of her body and strained against the material of her sparkling red top.

The woman looked at Michelle with disdain, and gave her a phony smile.

“Nice outfit,” she said with a smirk.

Rochelle found her husband standing by the door, and scurried from the room, trying to avoid eye contact with anyone else. All she wanted to do was get back to her room, remove those ridiculous clothes, and crawl back into bed.

***

The sound of retching echoed off the walls of the bathroom, and Aaron debated whether he should enter the lady’s room and ensure that his wife was okay. Moments later, she emerged, looking tired and frazzled.

“I’m okay,” she said, before he had a chance to ask.

They had arrived at the event facility hours before. It appeared to be a large, abandoned warehouse in the middle of the desert, roughly thirty minutes away from the hotel. The event organizers had erected makeshift bleachers in the main section of the warehouse, which surrounded a large, square platform. The “backstage” area included a locker room, several changing rooms, bathroom facilities, and a section for the media.

As the preliminary round was merely used to determine the seeds for the tournament bracket, only a handful of spectators surrounded the platform. One at a time, the contestants were called to the stage. Five blindfolded men, all wearing earphones, were escorted onto the stage, and one at a time, three of them were sucked off by the contestant, with the other two serving as options for switches.

Rochelle awaited her turn, wringing her hands and pacing back and forth. She continued to tug at her costume, which she reluctantly put back on her body after shedding it earlier that afternoon. When she arrived at the facility, she was surprised to see all of the other contestants wearing casual clothing. Evidently, the costumes were not necessary for the preliminary round. As if she didn’t feel uncomfortable and self-conscious enough, this mistake only added to the queasy feeling in her belly.

“Molly Mounds, please come to the stage,” a voice bellowed over the sound system.

“Good luck,” Aaron said, and gave her a sweet kiss.

She wasn’t used to wearing such high heels, and she imagined herself tripping on the way to the stage. It would simply be the grand conclusion to a humiliating day. As she ascended the steps onto the platform, she felt light-headed, and for a moment she feared she would pass out. There were two kneeling pads in the center of the stage: one blue, and one red. She could feel the thumping of her heart in her chest as she lowered herself to the blue cushion, which was attached to the base of the platform.

As she took her position, she could hear murmurs and laughter from the audience surrounding her. She was so distracted, she didn’t even notice that the procession of naked men had entered the stage until one was standing directly in front of her. His limp dick dangled in front of her face. From the first impression, it was difficult to believe that it would grow to regulation size. She was startled by the ringing of a bell.

“Go! Go!” Mai Lin shouted from the corner of the stage, and Rochelle snapped out of her daze. She inhaled the cock in front of her and worked her mouth and tongue over it. It seemed as though several minutes had passed, and he wasn’t yet fully aroused. Panic set in. She had forgotten to count in her head. She had forgotten everything.

She swirled her tongue around the tip of his cock and, at last, it hardened in her mouth. She continued swirling, and added a pumping motion with her hand. Within moments, a stream of warm fluid hit the back of her throat. She withdrew, and spit it out onto her ugly blouse as another spurt splashed against her chin.

“Point!” a voice yelled from her right. She hadn’t even noticed the referee, who was wearing a traditional black-and-white striped shirt.

The man in front of her was quickly whisked away and replaced by another naked man. Rochelle engulfed his cock so quickly that it seemed to startle him. Again, it seemed that it took him longer than usual to become hard. This time, she remembered to count in her head. By the time she reached thirty-five, he had become hard enough. She furiously beykent escort worked her mouth over his shaft, but she could tell that he wasn’t close to cumming, and a jolt of panic returned.

“The balls!” Mai Lin screamed. Rochelle instantly cupped the man’s balls, and his dick throbbed inside her mouth. She placed a couple of fingers underneath and massaged his perineum. Almost instantly, his cock expanded and his balls tightened. She withdrew just in time, and jerked him off onto her face. Two massive streams of cum splashed against each of her cheeks.

“Point two!” the referee yelled.

The third man had barely stepped into position when Rochelle grabbed him by the base of his cock and pulled him into her mouth. She grabbed him by the hips and fucked her face with his cock. In short order, she was rewarded with a hot and milky load, which she spewed from her lips onto her blouse.

“Point three! Time!”

Rochelle remained kneeling in the center of the stage as the naked men were escorted from the platform. She looked to the corner of the stage, and Mai Lin was wearing a rather sullen expression, but then smiled and gave a thumbs-up sign. Rochelle rose to her feet, and scanned the crowd for her husband. He, too, gave her a smile and a thumbs-up.

“You did great!” Aaron said, once she had descended from the stage. She was still covered in the spunk of three different men, and she attempted to clean herself with the sleeve of her blouse.

“I’m sorry,” Aaron said. “I thought they would have provided towels. I would have brought one if I’d known.”

“No worries,” she said. “Do you know what my final time was?”

“You didn’t see it? It was posted on the big digital readout behind the stage. It was nine minutes, thirty-two seconds.”

Rochelle’s face dropped.

“That’s awful,” she said.

“It’s not that bad,” he reassured her with a hug. “Don’t worry about it. It was just preliminaries.”

***

“Thirteen,” Aaron stated while staring at his cell phone.

“What’s that, honey?” Rochelle asked. Her words echoed off the shower walls, and hot steam filled the room.

Aaron moved closer and shouted, “Number thirteen. That’s where they’ve ranked you.”

“Thirteen,” she repeated, with a hint of dejection. “Out of sixteen. Great.”

“Hey, as of right now, you’re the thirteenth best cocksucker in the world! And that number is only going to rise. The initial odds have been posted, and they have you down as 30-to-1 underdog. I’m tempted to wager a little money on that one!”

“Don’t you dare,” she said, sternly. “You suck at gambling. And besides, contestants aren’t allowed to bet.”

“I’m not a contestant,” he said, slyly. “Maybe I could get someone to place a bet for me, then.”

“Don’t,” she warned. “I’m the financial expert in our family, remember? Besides, I may not even get past the first round. Does it say who I’ll be facing?”

He touched his phone a few times with his finger. “Bethany Blew,” he said. “Her bio says she’s a porn actress.”

“I’m facing a fucking porn star in the first round?” Rochelle shouted, the words echoing off the walls.

“Calm down,” he assured her. “Being a porn star doesn’t necessarily mean she’s good at what she does. She only has to look good doing it.”

“Oh, really,” she responded with a smirk as she slid open the door of the shower stall. “And how does she look, Aaron?”

“Pretty good,” he said with a nod and a wink. Rochelle stepped out of the shower and slapped him with her towel.

“You seem like you’re in a better mood today,” he remarked.

“I am, for now,” she said. “Until tonight. Then I’ll be a miserable wreck again.”

“Well,” he said, moving toward her. “Maybe I can take your mind off of everything and relax you.”

“I just stepped out of the shower!” she protested, pushing him away. “And I’m starving. Maybe if you buy me lunch, I’ll put out for you later.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” he teased. “But it’s a deal.”

They walked hand-in-hand through the lobby and strolled through the revolving door and into the blazing sun. The heat was a welcome contrast to the frigid temperatures that awaited them back home. They walked a few blocks to the nearest casino, and followed the signs to the buffet. They were overwhelmed with the wide selection of delicious-looking food, and loaded their plates. The dining area was filled with tourists, and they were able to secure an empty table in the middle of the room.

“This is incredible!” Rochelle remarked as she sat in her chair. “They have literally every type of food you can imagine! And it all looks amazing!”

“If nothing else,” Aaron replied with a mouthful of food, “we got a free vacation out of this. Do you realize we haven’t left New England since our honeymoon?”

Rochelle nodded enthusiastically, and made yummy noises as she ate. Just then, she noticed a group of people walking toward their table. She was struck by a bolt of panic when she recognized büyükçekmece escort the red-haired woman at the front of the pack. Her enormous breasts were difficult to forget, and she had that same smug look on her face that Rochelle had seen the day before at her interview.

“Oh, shit,” she mumbled, attempting to hide behind her hand.

“What?” Aaron said.

“It’s that woman from yesterday,” she said. Aaron turned to look behind him.

“No!” she whispered. “Don’t look at her!”

But it was too late. The woman had clearly recognized her. She sauntered toward their table and stopped. She was holding a tray that held a bottle of water and a salad. She looked down upon Rochelle, and her eyes moved to her plate.

“Enjoying your meal?” she asked with a smirk. “Best of luck tonight.”

“Same to you,” Rochelle answered with a fake smile.

As the woman walked away with her entourage in tow, she turned to the woman next to her and said in a voice that was loud enough for Rochelle to hear, “I didn’t know we had a heavyweight division.”

“I hate that cunt,” Rochelle said, prompting a startled look from Aaron.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard you use that word,” he said.

“Did you hear what she said?”

“You mean, ‘best of luck?’ Yeah…what a bitch!” He smiled, but his wife didn’t find it funny.

“After that,” she said. “Never mind. I just hate her and her giant fake tits. Why is she even here? Who comes to a buffet like this and orders a fucking salad? Seriously.”

“Do you know who that was?” he asked. Rochelle shook her head.

“No, why? Should I?”

“That was Candy Cummings, dear. The three-time champion.”

Rochelle’s face dropped.

“You’re kidding me,” she said. Aaron slowly shook his head. She dropped her head and pushed her plate away.

“Suddenly, I’m not so hungry.”

***

“Ladies and gentlemen!” the announcer intoned. “Our next event is about to begin! On the blue side, representing the great state of Minnesota, a mother of three and housewife for more than twenty years, please welcome to the stage Mollllllllly Mounnnnnnnds!”

A polite smattering of applause greeted Rochelle as she carefully walked to the center of the stage, still wrestling with the top of her costume. She was hoping that it had been ruined from the night before, and was disappointed to see it hanging in the closet of her hotel room in a dry cleaning bag when she returned from lunch.

“On the red side,” the announcer continued, “please welcome the star of such legendary films as ‘Cum-Soaked Sluts 14’, ‘Teenaged Nimphos 4’, and ‘Dude, Where’s My Whore?’, the lovely and talented Bethannnnnny Blewwwwwww!”

The crowd rose to their feet and applauded enthusiastically. Rochelle glanced toward her corner, and Mai Lin gave her two supportive thumbs-up. She then scanned the crowd, and found Aaron seated in the front row next to Anthony. He, too, gave her a supportive smile and a wave. The noise from the large crowd was overwhelming. Although she could feel her heart thumping, she was grateful that at least she didn’t feel like she was going to puke.

Bethany approached the center of the stage and waved to the crowd. She was wearing a skin-tight blue dress that barely covered her shapely ass. As the crowd continued cheering, she egged them on by lowering the top of her dress, exposing her perfectly round tits. She smiled at Rochelle, and shook her hand in a gesture of sportsmanship. Ten naked men were ushered onto the stage by bikini-clad escorts and stood in two rows at the head of the platform. The referee approached the two contestants.

“This is the first round,” he explained, stating the obvious. “The first to three points wins. Two switches are allowed, at your discretion. Mouths on cocks at all times. Point is called when I see the cumshot. Any questions?”

Both ladies shook their heads. They were directed to take their positions, and they knelt upon their padded markers. Two blindfolded men were then led to stand directly in front of them.

Rochelle closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Although she could feel herself shaking, she tried to push aside all thoughts and emotions and simply concentrate on the task at hand. The bell rang. Rochelle leaned forward, and put the naked man’s cock in her mouth. She began counting in her head. Ten. Twenty. Thirty.

Panic set in as the cock in her mouth remained mostly limp. She took it out of her mouth and held it as she looked to Mai Lin.

“Switch!” Mai Lin screamed. “Switch!!”

“Switch!” Rochelle screamed, and a bikini-clad usher immediately whisked away the man in front of her. Another limp dick appeared before her, and Rochelle took it into her mouth. To her relief, it hardened instantly.

“Point for red!” the referee yelled, and the crowd roared. While still sucking her cock, Rochelle glanced over and saw Bethany jerking the cock onto her cum-soaked face.

Rochelle grabbed the man’s hips and forcefully fucked her mouth with his cock, taking him deep into her throat, and out again. She pressed her long tongue forcefully against his shaft as she stroked it with her mouth, and it expanded. A blast of cum soaked her tongue, and she withdrew her mouth and stroked it with her hand.

“Point for blue!” the referee exclaimed, raising his arm. The audience whistled and applauded. Rochelle glanced at Mai Lin.

It had been a long day at work and I was tired. I dragged into my apartment, briefcase in hand, ready to just shower and sleep. But I knew something more was waiting for me. Or more to the point a few someones. I can’t really explain my affinities for certain people and certain fantasies but they truly intrigue me. As I was saying, I walked into my apartment and was met by my, for lack of a better word, “staff”. I had 2 men and 2 women on my “staff” to satisfy any desire I had. And I truly mean ANY desire. I didn’t require all 4 of them all the time but it was nice to have options. I, of course, outfit my staff in uniforms and it seems that my friends had really taken to my new selection.

Rafe and James looked masculine and godlike in their custom outfits. Tight black pants and a black and red vest. My ladies, Jordan and Lex had short red mini skirts on and a white halter so thin I could see their pert nipples through the fabric. I started to feel better when I saw them, my weariness was less pronounced and I felt like smiling. They converged on my and relieved me of my jacket, shoes and briefcase, all the while giving me welcome home kisses and caresses. I had never been more grateful to be home and to be cared for. I tried to tell them that I şişli escort was tired but they wouldn’t hear of it. So I decided to go along. James started cooking a nice dinner while Jordan and Lex accompanied me to my room and helped me undress.

My ladies were so gentle and relaxing that it helped me get in the mood. Lex picked a nice skirt and tank top for me to wear while Jordan went through my lingerie and selected purple lacy ensemble that I hadn’t worn in awhile. It barely covered anything which is one reason she picked it. A lacy thing with garters and a very see through bra that made my nipples peek through. It was Jordan’s favorite as the black leather skirt, and red top was Lex’s. They wouldn’t answer me when I asked why I was getting so dressed up. They just silenced me with kisses and made me wear their favorites. I could tell Jordan was feeling good because she got in a few extra touches that piqued my interest. All of a sudden Lex walked to me and gave me a ravishing kiss that made me melt. Little did I notice that Jordan had walked up behind me, reached her arms around and started playing with my nipples. My muscles tenses and my breath started to get ragged. Then abruptly they stopped and I almost fell to the bayan escort floor.

“I don’t want to muss your clothes when you look so lovely.” Jordan said.

I laughed and told her, “Then you shouldn’t be starting when you don’t intend to finish.”

Lex chimed in with her soft, velvety voice, “We just wanted you to feel good after the day you had.”

I smiled and flounced away to the kitchen to see my lovely men. Oh how I had missed them. They were so strong and powerful. They exuded confidence but not arrogance. They treated me like myself and cherished me when at work all the males treated me as a stupid woman who wasn’t equal to them.

So I cherished my time with them and how they made me feel. Rafe was my strong and dominant man while James was tender and loving. A nice combination for my guys. While normally I like sweet loving when I’m tired, the girls had gotten me riled up enough to want lots of energy. I silently thanked my ladies when the guys ogled me with passion. I almost told them all to forget dinner, that I was too ready, but they had put a lot of effort into making my favorites and I would feel churlish to refuse. So we all sat at the table legs intertwined underneath, and enjoyed a pleasant istanbul escort meal. When James got up to get dessert I groaned, I was so stuffed. But he came back with a dish of strawberries and homemade whip cream. Lex picked one up, dipped it in the cream and fed it to Rafe with exquisite slowness. I wanted the same and James knew of course, so he grabbed one and fed it to me. I wanted to lick the cream off his fingers but he decided to tease me and do it himself. I groaned with impatience, but they just smiled at me.

It happened so fast and yet so slow it felt like it took a lifetime, but we all rose from the table and walked into the bedroom, kissing and touching. I love having a group of people, it creates so many new things and we all find something new and exciting to do. I was so happy about the guys’ uniforms; they accentuated all the greatest parts of them and fed my need for them. My ladies….I can’t say enough about them. They are stunning. Tonight, I wanted to be the center of ALL the attention, I wanted them all to cater to me and please me in every way. So I gathered them all around me and started taking off pieces of clothing starting with the guys’ vests. I marveled again at my luck to have such beautiful bodies to admire. I turned around to face Jordan and Lex while Rafe and James began caressing my backside. I touched Jordan’s nipple through her shirt and she moaned, so I put my mouth down to it and nibbled on it. Meanwhile, I used my other hand to massage Lex’s breast which she had already exposed.

I had been thinking of her all day, the meetings had been nothing more than an irritating distraction. “Meet me at the hotel bar tonight,” I told her earlier in the day when I had a break between presentations. They call them ‘networking breaks.’ Mostly, it is an opportunity for conference sponsors to pass out pens or paperweights with their web site addresses conveniently printed upon them. It’s a good time to get a free bottle of water as well. Just hearing her voice on the cell phone made my dick stiff and I spent a good part of that networking break with that cold bottle of water against my crotch.

When I entered the lounge on the main floor, it took a moment to find her. The place was packed and a little dark, trendy. The actual bar was in the middle of a large pool, like an island. At night, they lit the pool up with colored lights that shifted in time to the music. She was doing her best to fend off the advances of a guy in a pinstriped suit when I found her and moved in against her backside, my hands sliding around her hip from behind.

“Hey baby,” I said.

She purred a little and turned into my arms, kissing me fully on the mouth. Her tongue tasted sweet. Either she’d been drinking cola or something mixed with cola. I sucked on it a bit. When the kiss broke, she noted that the interest of the guy that had been working her was suddenly waning. She kept one arm around my neck and turned toward him. Her nipples had stiffened noticeably in that short skirted, black dress. The neckline was deep enough and the demi-cups of her bra low enough that a little more than a hint of her pink areolas were visible.

“This is Steve,” she informed me. “Steve works with project management for a multi-national firm.”

Steve seemed taken aback that she’d actually remembered anything he’d said. We exchanged polite greetings. I might have shaken his hand, but I was too busy groping her ass.

“Oh,” she continued, “I almost forgot.”

“What is that, baby?” I asked. I love playing this game with her. She is such a hot, little piece.

“Steve wants to fuck me,” she said bluntly.

“I…” Steve started, but then lost his train ataşehir escort of thought when she reached forward and stroked the front of his pants.

“He is really, really hard,” she told me. “Do you want to see?”

No one really paid much mind to what we were doing and angled the way we were toward the bar it would have been difficult, but not impossible to tell what was going on. Either way, I didn’t care. I wanted to see her fingers wrapped around his bare cock.

“Sure, baby,” I answered her.

As I grasped her ass cheek, she stopped the idle rubbing of the front of his pants and lowered the zipper. The suit was tailored nicely and it was amazing to watch her slide her manicured fingers past his boxers. She drew him out and he was as advertised ‘really, really hard.’ The head of his cock was shining with pre-cum and she made a point of rubbing her palm all over it. I was seriously considering lifting her short skirt and fucking her from behind right where she stood. I told her as much, my hot breath against her ear as she groaned and stroked his bare shaft.

“I want to taste him,” she said plainly, “while you fuck me.”

If Steve had any objections, they went unsaid. Indeed, any objections he might have had would be belied by the hard dick my sweet slut was stroking. I glanced around and started to imagine her kneeling right there in the crowded bar between us, taking my cock out with her idle hand, sucking us both off. There is just something compelling about the sight of her alternating her attention between the two, but I could imagine just how quickly things would get out of hand if we tempted more than what we’d already done.

When we entered the hotel room, she was all business. She knows what turns me on and she does not hesitate to play that role. With her straps of her dress down, completely baring her shoulders, and her bra tugged down with them, her juicy, C cup tits were on display, nipples stiff. Leaving her heels in her wake on the floor, she pushed him forward toward the bed, tugging his belt open, shoving his trousers off his hips. Steve nearly tripped maltepe escort getting his feet free of his shoes and pant legs, but she wouldn’t let him catch his breath. The expensive blazer is destined to be a crumpled mess as well as by the way he struggles out of it. Before his shoulders reached the bed, her fingers were already in the waist of his boxers, working them down as well.

“Please fuck me,” she begged, looking at me over her shoulder as I approached. She flicked her tongue against the underside of his cock and then licked straight up to the tip. God damn it makes me stiff watching her. I am patient, pushing the short skirt of her dress up and off her ass, bunching it at her waist. Her hips lift instinctively, offering herself to me. I placed a hand on either cheek and shoved them up before pushing my face against her wet panties, tasting her cunt through them. She squirmed and by the timber of her moan, I know she throated him in response. The way she shoved her ass back against my face, encouraging the lewd contact, made it hard to focus. Too much blood was heading south to stiffen me further for the inevitable fucking I was going to give her. But not just yet.

I love the way her ass looks when I pull the panties down just enough to expose it. It makes her nervous to be exposed like this, but she was too turned on to do anything but jut her ass straight up for my delectation. I looked up and saw her, panting, looking at me over her shoulder as she rubbed his stiff dick against her face. Her mouth was shining with him and she kept a tight hold at his base. I saw her eyes widen as I licked her tight little asshole. She tried to tuck her hips forward in a “Please, no” fashion, but then rocked them right back in a “Please, yes” manner soon enough. I grabbed at her panties with both hands and pulled her sweet ass firm against my face, letting my tongue lick lower against her hot cunt. I wanted the taste of her first orgasm and I wouldn’t be denied. I kept at it until I felt her quivering and then suddenly bucking. The pad of one thumb pressed her asshole, rubbing it deeply without penetrating pendik escort her. I buried my tongue in her gash and she oiled it up with her lust, screaming and thrashing.

“Please. Please fuck me,” she wheedled, her ass rolling from left to right as I licked up from her cunt to her lower back. I dipped lower again to tease her with my tongue, just below the tailbone, forcing her to cry out.

“Lick my ass, lick my ass!” she begged, rubbing Steve’s stiff dick against her lips, trying to quiet herself and failing miserably.

I licked, instead, patiently up her spine, kissing at every notch. By the time I’d reached the back of her neck, my pants were on the floor behind me and my shirt was off. Her panties were down around one ankle and she was widely spread, eager for it. I slipped myself into her slick pussy without ceremony, just wanting to fuck her. She groaned and turned, begging for my kiss over her shoulder. I did not deny her, too turned on to even care that her mouth was slick and swollen from sucking and licking at another man’s cock.

“God yes,” she gasped, realizing how intimate it had all become. She slid easily from our kiss back to sucking his cock as I watched her over her shoulder. I love the feel of her ass against my lower abdomen when I fuck her from behind, and she was inspired, rubbing it against me. Her cunt was so hot, so wet, dampening her inner thighs with every slow stroke.

“Pretty little cocksucker,” I taunted and kissed at her cheek as it bulged with him. She turned to me, the tip of his dick between our mouths for an anxious moment before it passed from our lips and we kissed again. I could feel my balls tightening, the taboo of it all too much to deny. It was arousing. I felt her cunt tighten hard in response, sensing my imminent ‘demise.’ She milked at me, our mouths open, gasping hot breath at one another, and I came hard. My hips threw forward, nailing her ass down to the sheets between Steve’s legs. The fuck was suddenly liquid and hot, redolent with the scent of my sweat and lust on the air. That was when I noticed her fist, fingers tight around his hard cock. She was pumping him with purpose and kept at it until his spunk shot straight up in the air. She actually cooed. The filthy, delightful slut.

I woke around four in the morning, not remembering how it all ended. Steve was gone, his purpose fulfilled, and she was sleeping quietly, curled up against my side. I watched her for an hour or so and then nodded off again.