Threesome-Pre-Cum Dream

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That night, in the large bed at the Pond of Lights, Izabel dreamed of a land full of shadows and moonlight. There was no bright sunlight, nor starry skies in the evening. Long, cast shadows spread across the landscape. A full moon hung heavy over the hill, throwing slivers of ghost light through the castle windows. She was inside a large stone room, high on the hill overlooking the valley and the river. Winged creatures of the night flashed in her field of vision, accompanied by their echoing cries.

It was cool, almost chilly. She looked at herself and she was naked, sitting on The Lounge, however it was blue in the moonlight. The Lounge was different somehow, the heavy brocade material was not one she knew. The material appeared to be from the eighteenth century. She knew that The Lounge had been re-upholstered many times over the years and was not blue currently. How could she be on an older version of The Lounge and in this place?

A man appeared next to her, standing on the animal rug flung on the floor at the foot of The Lounge. He was wearing tailored pants, a starched shirt with a high collar, suspenders, a tie and a vest. His shoes looked like a soft leather, black. He was staring down at Izabel and smiled.

“Well, my dear, you have certainly turned into a beauty! I can see why so many people want to fuck you! You did well for yourself, and you most definitely know how to pick your lovers. My advice to you, bring these two along.”

Izabel realized this man was no other than her ancestor, John Lutein. How was he here, and who was he talking about? She was alone here in the castle, wasn’t she? But Izabel turned her head and saw Antoinette and Mark sitting on the lounge next to her, yet they were also clothed in beautiful clothing from centuries ago. Mark was wearing clothes similar to John, yet a slightly different shade of grey. Antoinette looked absolutely stunning in a long blue dress, complete with low cut bodice and ruffles around the edges. The color perfectly matched the heavy brocade blue of The Lounge. The dress had a bustle. Izabel could tell from the way the skirt pushed up her back when she was sitting.

They were both smiling at her, sitting arm in arm and reaching out hands to her. Izabel leaned into them and kissed each one, and then both together. Yes, she would gladly take both with her… Wait! Izabel was dreaming of a future she refused to partake ulus escort in. She had vowed to herself she would not become who her family wanted. Yet, here in this dream, she was agreeing to do just that.

“No, I’m not doing this! I am not going to become a creature driven by blood and black magic! Go, get out of my dreams and leave me alone! Leave me, and my friends too!”

“Tsk, tsk, Iza. You remind me of your mother. She also was at first an unwilling member, but that changed. I showed her the ways and convinced her, for how could she refuse? She was a visionary in her time. Did you know she also had both a male and a female lover? Our family for some reason went fairly straight and boring for a spell, despite all my attempts to change that. And then your mother came of age, and finally stopped fighting it. She came to The Lounge at first with just Rene and turned her immediately. You know her as Auntie Rea, I believe. She seems to be at every event and party.

And I’m sure you’ve heard the story of how your parents met? Skiing? That is correct, but I wonder if you know all the tale. Your mother knew at once he was her mate and wasted no time bringing him into the family folds. The part you have not heard is how and when she turned him to become one of us. That section was delicately omitted from their love tale. Once he accepted, Tony became a great asset to the family.She chose well, your mother, for they are both most enjoyable! Look at home for a story your father wrote. It’s a juicy tidbit and will give you insight into your origins. I will deliver it for you to read and enjoy! Now, you still want me to leave? No more fascinating tales of your parents?

Ok, I will go now, but do not think I am gone for good. You will join the family one day and you will include these two lovely people! I look forward to tasting them both!”

John Lutein melted away into the shadows before Izabel could respond to him. The Lounge disappeared, and with it, Antoinette and Mark. She was no longer standing naked in the castle under the full moon, but awoke in the large bed, in the small room on the property of Pond of Lights. It was still night, and the quarter moon was just hovering in the sky. She could see stars through the window and knew she was fully awake and back in the present. Even though it was June Izabel was shivering and pressed yenimahalle escort her body closer to Antoinette, wrapping her arm around her chest. She felt Mark stir behind her and she pulled him close.

Izabel began to relax as she warmed up, and her shivering stopped. The dream was disturbing, not frightening, but un-nerving. She would need to revisit it later, once she was home and alone. She needed to research her family again, look for what she missed before. Izabel truly believed she was making her own decisions concerning her so-called destiny, yet she was doubting that again. Obviously, there were some issues Izabel could not ignore anymore and must face about herself. She had believed that by ignoring that side of her she would be fine, that she could control her buried instincts and not succumb to the blood lust.

Izabel sighed, pushing the thoughts away and focusing on the lovely breast underneath her hand. Antoinette stirred, awoken by the feel of chilly fingers on her breasts. Grabbing her hand in her own, she kissed the hand, and returned it to her warm boobs and now erect nipples. This excited Izabel, and she began to slowly circle the base of the nipple, then rub her palm gently across the top. She pressed her groin against Antoinette’s ass and moved her hips around. Iza was wet between her thighs and all she could think about was Antoinette’s tongue licking her juices. She wanted her head between her legs, doing what she was so good at.

As Iza moved, her own nipples rubbed on the smooth back in front of her. She leaned over the still neck and kissed just above the artery. Antoinette smelled of vanilla, and Izabel breathed her scent in through open mouth. She then sucked the spot, pulling the skin into her mouth. Antoinette moaned and moved Iza’s hand down to her moistness nested between her thighs. Iza slipped a finger inside the wet hole, then started rubbing across the slightly swollen lips. She was very turned on and suddenly she started to bite Antoinette’s neck.

“Ouch! A little too hard there, Bella love! Your animal is active tonight!”

She rolled over to face Izabel and took her face in her hands, then kissed her. She took control and did not give Izabel any pause to bite again. Her hand slid between Iza’s thighs and right into her vagina, and she kept it there, working the hole to make it wider and wetter. With her thumb she rubbed over her clit, dipping into her juices to keep it moist and soft. By now Iza was moaning into Antoinette’s mouth and her own hands were busy in Antoinette’s lips and on her ass. They were both so turned on they brought each other quick but loud, the bed creaking with them. Still shivering with hyper-sensitivity, the ladies broke away from each other long enough to notice Mark, propped up on an elbow enjoying the show.

“Fuck me, tell me I’m not dreaming! Two hotties getting each other off, and I’m naked in the same bed, another dream come true!”

They giggled and together yanked the sheet off Mark, revealing him standing tall and erect. Replacing his hands with her own, Antoinette took over the cock care.

“What do you say, Bella? Do you think he’s hard enough for you yet? I want to see how deep into you he can go. Come over here to the side and bend over. Mark, up you go. Fuck her from behind.”

As he stood behind Iza, Antoinette took his cock from her hands once again and guided it into the juicy folds, parting the skin and giving her clit another go. Antoinette stood behind Mark and rubbed her mound on his ass and brushed her nipples across his back. When he was fully inside Iza, Antoinette moved the side so she could watch. She like to see him sliding in and out, his hardened cock spearing Bella. Every few thrusts, Antoinette would sneak her fingers in and toy with Izabel, delighting in the gasps she caused. Much to Bella’s delight, Antoinette even sucked her off while Mark thrust inside her. Bella could not hold back, and once more she was screaming out in ecstasy.

This turned Mark on even more and soon he was once more spilling into a beautiful woman- what a night! While he was catching his breath, still bent over Bella on the bed, Antoinette was pressed against his back again, gently massaging his back and then his butt. As he diminished in size and slid out of Bella, the ladies traded places. Antoinette lay on her back and scooted to the edge, hooking her legs around Mark. He knelt in front of her and took her slick skin folds into his mouth and his tongue into her hole. Bella stood behind and helped support her legs as Mark licked and sucked until Antoinette came, bucking and crying out.

Once more they collapsed on the bed, and this time Izabel did not dream. Mark gently woke her up, cradling her body in his arms and lifting her upright in the bed. She nestled against the headboard, still sleepy and relaxed. On the other side of the bed, Antoinette was being woken also and then propped next to Izabel. Mark squeezed into the group, kissed each lady, and softly rubbed their backs.

Tawny and the Value Given

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This story is Tawny’s “origin” story and describes her idea for how to arrange the adventures she wants, and also tells the story of her first adventure.

One goal of this story is to give the reader a good idea of what to expect – and not to expect, in the stories that follow.

For the most part these stories are from Tawny’s viewpoint, with some segments being from her husband Eric’s viewpoint.

Ideally, these stories should be read in order. However, if the reader’s only interest is in hearing what is happening to Tawny in this installment, it’s not strictly necessary.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unlike the real world, STI’s don’t exist and The Pill is 100% effective. In reality, the lifestyle depicted here would present a large health risk, and a low but non-zero pregnancy risk. Tawny’s sexual tastes are not shared by all, or probably even most, women.

Also note that when Tawny goes to a stranger’s house for sex, they have been vetted and someone she trusts always knows where she’s going and who she’s meeting.

Copyright © 2020 by EightBits.

All Rights Reserved.

Tawny and the Value Given

The Idea

Eric

“What if they paid for me?”

I looked up at my wife Tawny across the breakfast table. “Paid for you?” I said in a puzzled tone.

She looked down, not able to meet my eyes as she said tentatively “Umm, yeah. Paid for me. Not because I want the money! The money is for them.”

“I’m not sure I follow…” I took another bite of my danish.

She sighed, and looked up at me. “I’m not explaining this well. Ok, you know how your favorite fantasy is to see me with a bunch of guys, and mine is to be a slut for a bunch of guys?”

“With you so far.”

“One problem is how we find the guys. We both love it when guys just use me like a, well, like a slut, but we’ve never been able to find the situations where that worked out well. It’s hard to find guys who will actually do the dirty things to me I want them to do, but if I’m bought and paid for…”

I looked at her. “You’re serious, aren’t you? This isn’t just some sexy fantasy talk for my benefit is it?” That last was really more of a statement than a question.

Blushing slightly, she said “Yeah, I’m serious. I’ve given this a lot of thought. I may have even done some research.”

She blushed a bit more. That’s one of the many things I love about my wife. She is incredibly sexy and not at all prudish, but she can still blush.

“So let me see if I understand. Your theory is that if they pay for you, they’ll feel like they can really use you as they wish. No being hesitant about overstepping bounds or asking permission or worrying about how your husband is going to react.”

“Exactly,” she said. “Value given for value received!”

She smiled and went on to quickly add “Now, there would, of course, actually be bounds we want them to respect. That would be part of the deal. Since it’s transactional it can be very clear what they can and cannot do. That addresses my worry about just ‘giving’ myself to a random bunch of guys to use and abuse.”

“Wow,” I said. “That’s brilliant. You get to be used by a bunch of guys who are uninhibited because they paid for you, but because they paid, they understand that there are terms to the deal. Like a rental car.” I did not add that I’d been on business trips where people had certainly not treated the rental car with a lot of care!

“I’m not sure I appreciate being compared to a Ford, but essentially, yeah, that’s what I’m thinking,” she said, smiling.

“And you said you’d done some research?”

I noticed I’d been neglecting breakfast, and took another bite. This discussion looked to be making Tawny’s nipples hard, and they looked great under her thin robe. Distracting!

“Well, enough to make me think we could find a way to make this work. Still a lot to consider,” she said as she got up and headed for the kitchen. “Need anything?”

“No, thanks,” I said. As always, I enjoyed staring at her shapely ass as she walked away.

I sat back and thought about what she’d said.

We’d been sexually adventurous pretty much our whole marriage, and early on we’d discovered we both got turned on by her being fucked by other guys. While we’d never been full-fledged swingers, we’d gone to a couple swing clubs and just hooked up. We’d also tried a few bar pickups.

The results of those experiments had fallen into two main categories. The swingers had been, for the most part, very polite. They enjoyed having sex with her, but since the swinger ethos revolves around respect and permission, they’d never treated her as roughly as she wanted, especially since I was present.

The bar pickups had been the same, although there we ran into another issue. We had two who would actually treat her like a slut in front of me, but they also tended to think we were into the whole “cuckhold” thing, which we were not. Now, nothing against the guys who tandoğan escort dug having a dude say things like “You need my big cock because your husband’s pathetic little dick doesn’t satisfy you”, but that wasn’t the aspect that turned on either of us.

Our sex life was great, but there were two areas where other guys could fulfill her fantasies. Our sex got plenty rough sometimes, but the fact that I loved her meant it never had the “edge” that actual strangers could bring as they used and abused her. The other area was that I’m just one guy. To have multiple of her holes filled at the same time, or be fucked over and over by various different cocks, she needed more guys.

I wasn’t sure how I felt about “selling” my wife to other guys. I wasn’t concerned about whether they would be interested. Like most husbands, I thought that my wife was beautiful and sexy. Unlike most of them, I had some objective evidence, based on our modest swinging experiences. There were no shortage of guys interested in her perfect ass, pretty face, long blonde hair, and of course her great boobs. At 32, she was in the best shape of her life.

My concern was how would we manage it, and would she be safe? Unlike our previous experiences, I couldn’t be there with her most, if not all, of the time!

She walked back in and sat down with her fresh mug of tea. “What do you think?”

“Well, you caught me off guard, but my first reaction is that this is an incredible turn-on for me,” I said, grinning at her. “My second reaction is wondering just how it would all work.”

“So from that grin I take it you don’t think I’m crazy and that maybe we can pursue this idea?”

“Yes, it sounds great. You know what a turn on it is for me to see guys have sex with you. And even more when they fuck you!”

“I was hoping that would be your reaction,” she said, giving me one of her patented sweet-but-sexy smiles.

Open for Business

Tawny

I had done some research before getting up the nerve to suggest this to Eric, and I was pretty sure we could make it work. We just needed to hash out the details. Including a few things I knew Eric was going to argue with me about.

“Here’s what I’ve learned” I said to Eric. “I’ve found a couple websites that we could advertise on. They do some pretty clever things to take advantage of loopholes in the laws about prostitution, and they combine that with very strong security and privacy measures.”

“Interesting. Are they the right ones to find the type of ‘parties’ that you are after?”

“You mean the ones where the girl is treated like a slut by as many guys as they want and to be used in whatever depraved ways they can dream up?” I said, blushing slightly. “Yes, these sites look like the place you’d go to find kinky little sluts like your wife.”

He knows exactly what I like, he just loves to make me say it!

He smiled and nodded, “Did they look like they had serious customers, versus guys just getting a thrill out of ‘window shopping’?”

“Well, it was a little hard to be sure without actually putting out a ‘product’ first. Obviously, the privacy that they provide means I can’t really see who’s using what services, or how many clients the sellers on the site really have. I got the impression that some of them seemed busy, and had been on the site for a while. All good signs!”

Eric nodded thoughtfully, “Ok, I agree that sounds good. What are the names of these sites?”

“One has a great name, ‘Bound To Happen’. The other one I liked is called ‘Party Favours’.”

“These two sites look to have somewhat different types of customer bases.

‘Party Favours’ seems like it’s more one-time clients, like bachelor parties, and stuff.

‘Bound To Happen’ looked a little more upscale in some ways. Like it might get corporations throwing parties for their executives, organized gatherings, or hobbyist events.”

“Hobbyist events?” he asked.

“Ok, that’s not exactly it, maybe ‘enthusiast’ events would be more accurate? Anyway, these are just my impressions, and there does seem to be some overlap. I suggest we set up accounts on both and see how it goes.”

“So it sounds like you have the sales and marketing aspects figured out. How much thought have you given to the rest of this plan? Like the rules for the parties.”

I was glad Eric agreed with me on the web sites. I was a little embarrassed to tell him that in my excitement I had already set up an account on ‘Party Favours’ with a simple but vague ad to gauge interest. I’d already gotten a notice that several people had clicked it to get more information!

“As to the rules, while I want to get the bondage and rough treatment that turns me on, I don’t want it to go too far. So I put together a pretty good start to a list.”

Our adventurous sex life had given me a chance to try a lot of things, or at least become aware of them via porn! While I don’t condemn tunalı escort people for having different tastes, I did have a pretty solid feel for what I wasn’t willing to do.

I got up and took a folder out of a kitchen drawer, withdrew a sheet of paper and handed it to him.

“Wow,” he said. “You really have given this some thought!”

He started reading.

No Exceptions to the following rules!

◦ Adults only.

◦ No age-play.

◦ No animals.

◦ No pee.

◦ No non-sexy pain.

◦ No pain to her feet. (She personally finds that to be non-sexy pain.)

◦ Nothing in her mouth that was just in her ass.

◦ No knife play.

◦ No breath play. (Nothing that interferes with her breathing for more than 5 seconds).

◦ No drugs present or used at the party. (Alcohol ok)

◦ No smoking.

These rules may be waived on a case-by-case basis and only upon prior request.

◦ No physical injuries, including marks, that take more than a day to completely recover from.

◦ No public display. (Privacy)

◦ No photos or videos. (Privacy)

◦ No gags beyond a standard ball gag or an O-ring style.

◦ No electrical play.

He got to the end of the list and said “That’s a pretty thorough list, not sure I can think of anything to add at the moment. But what’s with the rules that can be waived?”

“Well, you know that having some of my boundaries pushed both scares and excites me,” I said. “I’m thinking if we trust that particular customer, we could maybe let them go a little further than we’d normally allow?”

I continued, “My thought is you’d handle those waivers. I have faith in your judgement, and this way I don’t know it’s planned, which makes it more exciting.”

The thought of him agreeing to let some guys go beyond my comfort zone without me even knowing it was planned made my pussy wet! Thoughts I could entertain only because I knew he wouldn’t let anything truly dangerous happen to me.

“Ok, guess I’m ok with this waiver thing. Actually, the thought of your boundaries being pushed a bit is sort of a turn on to me too, but it’s only going to happen if I’m completely confident in the judgement and trustworthiness of the guys. It’s got to be under control.”

“Of course!” I said.

He looked serious as he said, “And I’m surprised you missed needing a safe-word, and that needs to be part of the rules.”

I knew he’d catch that. I took a deep breath. “No safe word. Having a safe word means I still have some control. I want to know that I’m really their toy, with no say over what they choose to do with me. You know that’s what turns me on the most.”

Frowning, he said, “I’m sorry babe, but this one I can’t agree with. I get how that level of helplessness turns you on, but I think you need a way to call a halt if they are getting carried away, or if you suddenly have some personal issue.”

“A word and a gesture, if your mouth is… occupied,” he added, giving me a weak grin.

“Ok, ok, I appreciate your concern. I know it’s going to be a little difficult for you to hand me over to a bunch of guys. We can make sure they understand about my safe word.”

Just because I had a safe word, didn’t mean I planned to use it. Although, to be fair, no matter how much I loved rough sex and giving up control, there might be some point where I would need it.

“I love getting to help you make your kinky fantasies come true babe. Not knowing what a guy will do to you next is a big part of what you enjoy about being treated like this, right?

“Yes, it really is,” I said. He knows me so well!

After more discussion about the details, we decided that he’d screen the customers, negotiate with them, and be sure they knew the rules and agreed on my overall limits. Since he was in the private security business, he had the means to run background and credit checks as well. He’d tell me only as much as necessary about who and what was going to happen. Things like them wanting me dressed in a certain outfit, or delivered tied up in some specific way.

“Perfect!” I said after we had it all figured out.

“Do you want them to know I’m your husband? Or do we let them think I’m your… what, I guess… ‘pimp’?”

“I’m not sure that’s how I see you, but technically I guess it’s accurate,” I said with a smile.

“So how about as a rule, we don’t tell them. I mean, after all your goal is to have them thinking you are just their plaything. So meeting your husband when I deliver you might trigger the attitude that this whole charade is intended to avoid.”

“On the other hand,” he continued, “that shouldn’t be an ironclad rule. I bet that for some guys it will be even more of a turn-on to know that it’s a married woman they are getting to fuck and abuse!”

I knew he was right, and loved the thought of giving them a reason to think of me as an even bigger slut.

He said, “And last but not least, I want you to tell me all türbanlı escort the details after you get back from these sessions!”

I gave him a nod and big smile. It sounded like we had a plan!

Underway

Eric

It had been three weeks since Tawny had broached this idea, and we had everything in place. Prices, contracts, safety plans (including a safe word!), along with our ad that was up and running. Now it was about to get real.

I came into our living room from my den. Tawny was sprawled on the sofa playing her handheld video game, and glanced up at me before frowning at the screen and frantically pressing buttons.

“Sorry to interrupt your game, but I thought you might like to know we have gotten some responses to our ad!”

Game forgotten, she stared up at me smiling. Was that a little concern I saw on her face as well?

“Oh my god – really? We’ve had the ad up for a week, and I was beginning to get a little discouraged,” she said excitedly. “Who? For what? Where? When?”

I laughed and said, “Ok, guess that reporter thing is in your blood! But didn’t you forget ‘Why’?”

These days Tawny was an editor at the newspaper, but her years as an investigative reporter still colored the way she looked at the world.

She laughed and said, “I’m just so excited! I was worried that my ad just wasn’t going to get anyone’s attention.”

We used somewhat different ads for the two sites, which were just a short sentence or two as a caption below her picture.

And oh that picture! Tawny kneeling on the ground naked, with a clothespin on each nipple. Her mouth was wide open, and she was looking up into the camera.

I expected the picture alone would get people to click for more information. The caption for the initial ad was short and to the point – “Hi, I’m Tawny. Tie me up, and fuck me!”

When they clicked, they got our larger ad with more detail:

————————————

If you are looking for a girl to go above and beyond the usual limits, you’ve found her.

Let Tawny be the private play toy at your next party.

Bondage, humiliation, and gang bangs are all on the menu.

For the evening, or for the night.

Very reasonable rates! Message us directly for complete details.

————————————

I continued, “Even though it took a week to get things started, you’ll be happy to know we have two customers. One booked and one has just emailed, but they sound very interested.”

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense. Tell me all about them!”

“Do you want all the details? I thought you wanted mystery and surprises,” I said grinning at her.

“For this first one at least, more details. I’m too curious!”

“Ok, it’s just one guy, but there will be some bondage, so I think this is a good choice for your ‘maiden’ voyage, although it’s up to you.”

“I’m excited about the bondage part. What kind?” she asked.

I looked at her and tilted my head, “Are you sure you want me to tell you?”

I knew she didn’t really – the thrill of the unknown was as much a part of this for her as the thrill of not being in control. I waited.

“Ok,” I said, “He’s going to –“

“Wait!” she interrupted. “Dammit, no don’t tell me. I do love being surprised!”

“Here’s the basics. Jarrod is into this fantasy game, either online or old-school, I didn’t follow which, and he want’s you so he can live out one of the scenes, or whatever they’re called, in it. As I said, it involves some moderate bondage, and of course sex.”

She looked at me skeptically, “A scene from a fantasy game? Wait, will he expect me to be in character for this?”

“Yessss, he will. He actually sent a brief outline about your character. I know you haven’t done any acting since high school, but I think this might be fun for you!”

I had no doubt of her ability to handle this roll. She was good at pretending to be the reluctant victim in our rough-sex games, and enjoyed playing that part in her fantasies. What Jarrod wanted was essentially that, with some sword-and-dragon context.

“That actually sounds like it might be fun! What about the other client?”

“That one is going to be five guys, and they have some pretty intense plans. I haven’t talked to them and gotten the details, but based on the general outline, they want to do several rough things I know you’ll get off on. So I figured we can see how the first party goes before you jump into the deep end of the pool.”

She absent-mindedly licked her lips, a sure ‘tell’ that she was excited by the thought of five guys using her body to satisfy their dark desires.

“That makes sense. As much as I’m looking forward to diving into that deep end, you not being there is something new, and just a tiny bit scary. Not to mention them being able to do whatever they want to me. Even though that is the whole point of my idea, it’s also new.”

I said, “Good, I’m glad you agree.”

“So when do I go on stage?” she asked.

“Tomorrow night.”

Fortunately for her, the next day was a work day, and she was too busy to be able to worry about her first adventure.

Coming in the door from work, she made a beeline for the bedroom, and I heard the shower start. She poked her head out and said, “How much time do I have again?”

Quaranteam Ch. 36

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Chapter 36

Half an hour later, his phone rang and Andy glanced down to see it was Phil calling, a picture of him with the words “Phil The Elder” superimposed over part of it. The poker group actually had two Phils in it — Phil Marcos and Phil Pak. The two men were dramatically different from one another, but also remarkably similar in others. They shared the same first name, so the group had given them nicknames when they were talking about them if it could’ve been either of them.

Phil Marcos a.k.a. Phil The Elder a.k.a. Greater Phil was 34, Filipino and worked for Boeing with the Air Force at a base in the East Bay, and was certainly the closer friend to Andy. They’d met at a local comic book store just after Andy had moved out to the West Coast, and had hit it off immediately. When Andy had started his poker group up a few years later, Phil was one of the first people Andy had called.

Phil Pak, a.k.a. Phil The Younger a.k.a. Lesser Phil was 32, Korean and worked for the NSA out of San Francisco, and not someone they’d seen as often as they liked. For the last couple of years, Lesser Phil had been trying to convince Andy to come work as a data analyst for the NSA in terms of interpretation and extrapolation.

Lesser Phil had been a college friend of Eric’s, and had been introduced to Andy only a few months after he’d met Greater Phil. While Andy still typically thought of them as Greater and Lesser Phil, he tried not to call them that out loud, and had them as Phil The Elder and Phil The Younger in his phone. Andy asked if it was a common name, and Eric remarked that he knew at least a couple more Phils but none he knew that well. Andy told him he’d had a similar problem with Jennys in high school.

“Talk to me, Phil,” Andy said to his friend. “You heard the recording. Should I be worried?”

“Concerned, yes. Worried, no,” Phil sighed. He sounded exhausted on the other end of the line, but as of late, Phil had always sounded exhausted. Whatever he was doing over at the base, it was certainly taking a toll on his friend. “So the good news is that in the long run, it shouldn’t make too much of a difference. But that reaction means that Lexi had been infected with the Orange Variant of the DuoHalo virus before we introduced the serum to her body.”

“The ‘Orange Variant?'”

“We started naming them after colors, working our way through the spectrum. The Red Variant was first but it died off very quickly, so this is the second one,” he grumbled. “But she isn’t our first exposure to it, so we know how the serum’s going to generally react to it, and what it’s going to do to her. There are only two real major differences you’re going to need to worry about.”

“Is she going to be okay?”

“I told you, in the long run, it shouldn’t make too much of a difference. The two differences you need to pay attention to are this — first, her margin of error for recursion is far less forgiving. That means don’t ever make her go more than a week without getting some Rook juice, if you know what I mean, otherwise she see temporary cognitive decline set in pretty fast, and she’ll be ripping your clothes off no matter where you are, so keep that in mind.”

“Every seven days minimum,” Andy repeated, writing it down on a notepad in his writing office. “What’s the other major difference I need to worry about?”

“It shouldn’t even be a concern, but you should still know about it. You know how other men’s semen will typically make an imprinted woman ill?”

“Sure?”

“Those who’ve been exposed to the Orange Variant, if they come in contact with the semen of a man other than those they’re imprinted with, they go into a violent fit of rage, attacking anyone other than their imprinted man on sight. Those rage fits tend to be relatively short-lived — only a hour at most — but they’re still incredibly dangerous and not the kind of thing you want sprung on you as a surprise.”

“And this is my bodyguard who has this,” Andy sighed.

“Oh it’s fine,” Phil chuckled. “She won’t harm you, and you know how to protect your family better than anyone. I think anyone who tried to use it as a weakness against Lexi would probably not live to regret it. She’ll also be imprinting for longer than normal, so if she’s sleeping for like a day and a half, don’t worry about it. That’s to be expected.”

“You doing okay, Phil?” Andy asked. “You look like shit, and I’m more worried about you now than I am Lexi.”

Phil sighed then laughed a little bit. “You know me. I’ll sleep when I’m dead. Lots of long days in the office turning into long nights, and on top of that, Audrey and Linda are making sure that I have several partners as well, so that my immunity to DuoHalo continues to be strong. We’re not entirely sure of the science of it yet, but it looks like the more people inside a particular polypod, the stronger the internal herd immunity the male at the center get is. Once we knew that for certain, rus escort my two queens made sure I had a good litter of partners in our household. So I’m up to eleven myself now.”

“I still can’t believe I’m a level five and you’re not, Phil,” Andy said, deliberately testing a theory by trying to bait it out of his friend.

“Okay, Andy, you got me,” Phil said with amusement. “I’m also a level five. I was lying to you earlier, for security reasons. In fact, I think technically I was one of the first level fives. I’ve also technically had DuoHalo, but I can’t really get into the details of that all that much. Let’s just say that when we’re finally through this whole pandemic, I’m going to have a bunch of stories to tell you that will blow your mind. I probably have to get clearance for you so that I can tell you some of them, but it’ll be worth it.”

“I’ve always known you were up to something over there, Phil,” Andy laughed. “I just couldn’t figure out what it was.”

“Greater Phil, International Man of Mystery. It’s got a nice ring to it.”

“Speaking of Mystery. Poker, this week. Let’s do it.”

“Yeah, sure,” Phil said. “I could use a break, so you call everyone else, and I’ll make a point of coming over with as much of the family as I can convince to come out, although it has that weird side effect of making every poker night feel like a giant party where we’re all hiding from our wives. Maybe we should see if there’s enough interest to set up a second table and we can mix-and-match, so you can spend a bit more time meeting my partners and vice versa.”

“Well, you see Niko all the time, what with her being at your work, so you probably know her about as well as I do.”

“That girl’s got secrets upon secrets, Andy.”

That caught him a little off guard. He wasn’t bothered by it, but he was amused at the idea of her trying to hide something from him. “Niko? My Niko? I can’t see it. She’s open and transparent about everything with me.”

“Sure, okay. Didn’t you feel that way about Erin?”

“That was different?”

“Was it though?” Phil said in a tone that immediately conjured the Smug Thor meme to his mind. “I mean, sure, Niko’s secrets are probably being kept from you for the right reasons, as opposed to Erin’s, but secrets are secrets.”

“The last thing I need is you making me more paranoid, Phil.”

“Forget I said anything. Oh, one last bit of news for you. Maya won’t be there until tomorrow midday. Turns out she’s also got the Orange Variant, so we’re making sure the serum is getting a good foothold before we send her over to you. It’s all just safety precautions, but it’ll be over soon enough.”

“Great. We can do poker night on the 20th, so we can all watch the President’s speech and the 60 Minutes story together.”

“Sounds like fun,” Phil agreed. “Hopefully Katie Couric’s team caught my good side. See you on Friday.”

As Andy hung up the phone, he noticed that Whitney was lingering in the doorway. She was dressed impeccably in a white button-up shirt and a black pencil skirt with black pantyhose on beneath, and the shirt was just barely thin enough that he could see hints of her red bra on underneath. “Have you got a moment, sir?”

“Sure thing, Whitney, what’s up?”

“Just wanted to go over the set up work I’ve done for the house so you know what’s going on, and to ask you a few questions so I can start the process of replacing your laptop for you,” she said, her hands folded together in front of her, her eyes mostly lowered.

“Sounds great, but Whitney, you don’t have to look down all the time. I know you’re more used to a stern hand than I am, and I’ll do my best to be what you like when we’re intimate, but when you’re acting in your duties as the house IT manager, you need to relax a little more and try to fit in.”

Whitney smirked a little bit, those dark red lips perked up as she lifted her head, nodding at him with a little smile. “Oh, I know, sir. I think I mostly just wanted to see if you would notice. Shall we?”

For the next half an hour, Whitney explained to him in good detail all the changes she’d gone about to the house in the last day, getting all the rooms configured to work within the house’s larger intranet.

As it turned out, there were multiple LAN ports in the walls of every room in the house, it seemed like, and once again, Andy found himself wondering who this house had been built for originally. In addition to making sure all the ports were working, Whitney had also set up wireless hubs and repeaters all throughout the house, enough so that no matter where a person was in the house, they should always have a good signal to the internet.

The house’s security systems ran on an entirely separate network, one with minimal external connectivity, and Whitney said that she would work with Lexi to make sure the system was up to whatever standards his new head of security sıhhiye escort had in mind.

They walked while they talked, and outside in the back, Andy could see Katie astride her riding lawn mower, zipping in lines across the monstrous amount of green grass in his back yard, making sure to get all of it cut even and levelly. He could also see Tala hauling things into the back house with the help of Nicolette, who had ditched the maid outfit for the time being for a more practical set of blue jeans and a baggy t-shirt covered in paint splotches.

All of the changes, Whitney assured him, had been done with minimal disruption to anyone’s work in the house, and she’d been trying to get as much of it today, as it was a Sunday.

The last thing they talked about was his replacement laptop, something that Andy was remarkably picky about. Oh, he didn’t care about the things most people cared about — when it came to processors and memory, Andy insisted none of that mattered to him — but the thing he was adamant about was that the keyboard feel as close to the one on the laptop he was currently using, an eight year old IBM ThinkPad. Too many keyboards were difficult to use for long periods at a time, and considering how many words Andy found himself putting into his laptop on a daily basis, if the keyboard was unwieldy, the laptop might as well be non-existent.

Whitney made a special note that “keyboard feel” was of the utmost import, and she insisted to him, she would do her best to get him a good replacement within a week or so. She had already begun backing up all the files from his existing laptop to the house’s master network, as well as to a backup kept in a fire safe, so that even if disaster struck, he would still have his work in a safe location.

Andy did tell her that she didn’t have to work full-time on the weekends, and that she should make a point of getting settled into her own room, and spending some time catching up with her friend Nicolette who had brought her here. Whitney had smiled at that, and agreed to go get changed so she could help Tala move in, and then they could all help Whitney get moved in afterwards.

He was starting to walk back towards his office when he ran into Lauren, clearly just back from a jog around the neighborhood, sweaty and out of breath, a big smile on her face. “Hey there, fella, just the bloke I was lookin’ to have a moment with. Got a snip?”

He grinned, leaning against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. “Sure, what’s up?”

“I’ve been thinking, and I think maybe we should let Taylor off the hook now,” she said, looking down at her feet for a second. “I know, I know, I was the one who set the whole month punishment in place but, strewth, seeing her walking around naked all the time is starting to make me feel bad. I’m thinking she’s learned her lesson, and she knows she’s got lots of trust to earn back from me, so I’m only keeping her from getting to spend time learning more about all the other amazing sheilas you have in this house, and that’s not fair of me.”

“I agree,” Andy chuckled, “but I didn’t want to be the one to tell you, seeing how fire and brimstone you were about the whole thing when you set the rules in place.”

“Strewth,” she muttered. “Was it really that much a dunnybrook?”

“I was a little worried the heavens were going to part and you were going to call down lightning bolts from the skies,” he said, the smile wide on his face. “Real wrath of god type shit.”

“Bugger. Anyway, you should tell’er that you’ve talked me down, and that you laid down the law, and you decided, and eventually I relented, that she is done with that punishment and should just join the family like all the other birds. Make it clear you decided, not me, so I still get to keep a bit of that big scary reputation.”

Andy rolled his eyes but nodded. “Sure sure, you’ll look mean. You’ll look really scary. Anyway, I’ll go find her and tell her while you’re hopping into the shower.”

“Stink that bad, do I?”

“Your sweatstains have got sweatstains, Lauren,” he said with a laugh as he was backing away from her, while she mimed punching motions in his direction.

He wasn’t certain where he’d find Taylor in the house, so he decided just to go wandering the halls and see where he stumbled into her. He found her in Hannah’s room, where she, Asha and Hannah were sitting on the bed, gossiping. Asha and Hannah hadn’t bothered to change out of their pajamas, enjoying a lazy Sunday, while Taylor sat nude with her back against the wall. One of his two cats, Muninn, the Russian blue, was sitting on the bed near Asha, who was petting him idly.

All three girls tensed a little bit when he entered the room — Taylor wasn’t supposed to be sitting up on furniture unless Lauren or himself had told her to do so, but Andy hadn’t really followed the rules at all, and had made it clear multiple sincan escort times that Taylor’s ‘punishment,’ such as it was, was mostly for Lauren’s mollification, and that if Taylor slipped on the rules from time to time while she wasn’t around, he didn’t particularly care.

“No no, don’t get up, Taylor, it’s fine,” he said, coming into the room. “In fact, it’s what I came to talk to you about.”

“You need to get Nicolette to turn up the house furnace, babe,” Asha said to him. “If I’d ta walk around all day in me skivvies, I know I’d be freezin’.”

“Totally, Daddy,” Hannah said. He’d repeatedly told her that she didn’t have to call him that (in fact, going so far as to hint that it made him a little uncomfortable when she did) but she had repeatedly answered that she liked calling him that, so she wasn’t going to stop any time soon. At least she knew enough not to do it when other people were around the house. “We’re just talkin’ anyway, so I told her to hop up here, so if you gotta punish someone, it should be me.”

“You look far too eager when you suggest that, Hannah,” he told the Asian teenager. “Anyway, I had a talk with Lauren just a little bit ago. I told her this is my house, and I’m in charge, and that I’ve decided you’ve served this part of your punishment long enough. You’re free to get dressed, wear clothes around the house, sleep wherever you want, sit wherever you want. You can get your phone back, and you can start working with Lauren at the 49ers camp whenever you feel like you’re ready. You’re a full member of the household now, and there’s no reason for this silly punishment to go on any further. And you can certainly take off that ridiculous dog collar.”

Taylor’s bright blue eyes had been focused on him the entire time he’d been talking, and she slipped off the bed quickly to throw her arms around him, pressing those impressive breasts of hers against his chest as she hugged him very tightly, clinging to him, even as he could hear her sniffling back some tears. “Thank you, Andy,” she said quietly. “I know Lauren’s still mad at me, but this has been really hard, being made to feel like less than a person.”

He wrapped his arms around her, patting her bare back. “I know, and I get that, but you also have to realize that cheating on her hurt her in a way she’d never been hurt before, and that won’t go away fully for a long long time. Just because you’re done with all of this doesn’t mean you’re done with all of that. I know you know that, but it doesn’t hurt to be reminded that you’re going to be repairing that damage between you two for years to come. You screwed up, but there’s a way back from that, as long as you’re willing to put in the work and learn from your mistakes.”

Taylor pulled back, looking at him as something just dawned on her. “So, wait, all the rules have been lifted? Like all all of them?”

He tilted his head a little. “Yyyyes? Why, is there one in particular you’re asking about?”

“So, like, next time, y’know, when me and you, then we can…”

He bit back a smile and nodded. “Yes, yes we can. And if you want to masturbate again, you’re welcome to start doing that too.”

She shook her head over-dramatically once then leaned in to kiss him. “After we’ve had our first time together, our first real time together, then I will, but I want the first thing inside of my cunt after all this time to be your cock. If that’s okay,” she said, biting her lip nervously.

“Of course it’s okay. I think your next day in the rotation was going to be the 20th, but if you want, we can try and find some time before then instead. It can even be just the two of us, without Lauren around, if that’s what you want.”

She pouted again for a moment. “Anything I want?”

“Well, within my usual limits, but sure.”

She slipped her arms away from him, and turned back to look at Asha and Hannah, extending a hand to each of them. “I want the four of us together, for my first time normally with you, Andy,” she said, as Asha took one hand and Hannah took the other.

“Oh rrrrreally?” Asha said, dragging the sound out, her London accent dripping through the word. “All four of us together? Sounds like a spot of fun. I’m game if you are, Whiskers,” she said, looking over at Hannah with a smile.

“Anything you can throw at me, I can totally handle, Goldfish,” Hannah shot back at her friend. Clearly the girls had developed nicknames for each other when he wasn’t around. “I was supposed to have tomorrow night, Daddy, so instead of it just being me, it’ll be all three of us, if that’s totally cool and shit.”

“Yeah, that’s, ahem, totally cool. And shit.” He leaned in to give Taylor a quick kiss, but she kissed him back harder than expected, and it lasted longer than he’d planned, not that he minded. “And you, young lady, should get some clothes on, and maybe unpack your stuff, whether that’s in your own room or in Lauren’s room, that’s up to you.”

“Oh it totally all goes in with Lauren,” Taylor said. “I don’t even want my own room. Either I’m in her bed or yours. You want to come help me move in, girls?”

“You couldn’t stop us, love,” Asha said.

“Last one there has a smelly pussy!” Hannah said as she bolted towards the door, Asha and Taylor just a step or two behind her.

Little Pet – Amelia’s Plaything

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Amelia always wanted her own little sex slave. I never really understood it, but I also wouldn’t want to tell her no. She was gentle enough with me, but there was a fierce look in her eye when she talked about the things she would do to a young woman — if we could find one willing.

That was the thing about her desires: she wanted a woman eager, willing, and submissive. We were in our early thirties and comfortable with our sex life. But Amelia, ever determined, still pined away to fulfill her fantasies.

I spent the better part of two months, feeling like a creep the entire time, talking to people who might know someone who knew someone that might fit the job description. Amelia was always patient, always willing to let me take the time I needed to find her perfect little pet.

Finally, I found a girl that I thought would fit the bill: Kayla, a friend of an ex-colleague’s girlfriend. Apparently the girl was as submissive as they come, but very open about what she wanted. She was just looking for someone to tell her what to do and where to do it. It was perfect!

I made the call. Amelia had been patient enough, and I thought I might finally have found our girl.

I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

The thing was, Amelia and I both made a decent living. She was a software engineer and I managed a large firm. We both work from home, four out of five days. We had a combined income of more than $400,000 a year. We could afford a pet.

That night, I told Amelia that we had found a girl. She was excited, anticipating the wonderful things she would do to her. We made love late into the evening, Amelia lost in daydreams of her new toy.

Kayla showed up the next day. When she knocked on the door, I let her in and brought her through the foyer into the sitting room. Amelia was there, seated on a sofa, a wicked smile on her face. She looked the young woman over before she stood up, hands on her hips, and told Kayla to kneel.

Kayla did as she was told. She sat her bags on the floor next to her and sat on her knees, legs folded beneath her. She looked absolutely stunning. I had seen her pictures, but they hadn’t done her justice. She was absolutely the picture of submission. She was dressed in a black corset over a sheer black top, with a mid-length plaid skirt and black stockings. Her hair was pulled up into a cascade of red curls with blonde highlights. Her face was soft with dark eyeliner. She was absolutely beautiful.

“Do you know why you’re here?” Amelia asked Kayla.

“Yes.” She said softly, looking up at Amelia.

“Yes, ma’am!” Amelia corrected her. Kayla’s eyes widened and she blushed, but she corrected herself immediately, a slight tremor in her voice. She sat there, her hands clasped lightly in her lap, staring up at Amelia. No longer submissive, but completely obedient.

“What’s your name?” Amelia asked her.

“I’m Kayla, ma’am.” She said, calm and collected.

“Age?”

“Twenty, ma’am.” She responded.

I sat in an armchair nearby, watching the exchange between the two. Amelia peered over at me, a look of absolute satisfaction on her face. She turned back to face Kayla.

“Now, I’ll ask you again. Do you know why you’re here?”

“To serve you, ma’am.” Kayla responded.

“Good girl.” Amelia replied, walking to the other side of the room. She grabbed a bottle from our liquor cabinet along with a glass and poured herself a drink.

Amelia proceeded to tell Kayla everything. She told her what she had in mind, what she wanted her to do, and everything in between. Kayla regarded her mistress with an adoring look, but I could see the excitement in her eyes.

“You will do everything I say, when I say it.” Amelia said, pacing back and forth in front of her.

“Yes, ma’am.” Kayla said, her voice shaking with excitement.

“What you think is not important. What you want is not important. You exist to do as I say.” Amelia continued, her voice growing harsher.

“Yes, ma’am.” Kayla said, her eyes closed, her head titled back.

“You will be my little toy.”

“Yes, ma’am, I will.” Kayla responded.

“Good girl.” Amelia said, reaching down and stroking Kayla’s face. She smiled, her eyes closed, breath coming in small gasps.

“Adam,” Amelia said, turning to me. “Show our little pet to her room.”

“Of course.” I said.

I stood up, motioning for Kayla to follow me. She did so happily, grabbing her bags and trailing behind me. I led her to her room, a small bedroom near ours, with a full-sized bed, a closet, and a private bathroom. It was our guest room.

She looked around, taking in the room. She turned to me, but averted her eyes, instead looking at the floor.

“Thank you, sir.” She said, her voice trembling.

“You don’t have to call me sir,” I said. “Call me Adam. You’re her pet, not mine.”

“Yes, Adam.” She said, her voice shaking.

“I’m going to leave you here for a bit. When Amelia calls for you, you come immediately.”

“Yes, Adam.” She said.

“I’m sure we’ll be in to see you soon.”

“Thank you, mamak escort Adam.” She said. I smiled, then turned and walked out of the room. I could hear Kayla’s breath quicken as I left her alone.

I closed the door behind me and walked back to the sitting room. Amelia was drinking her whiskey, staring out the window at the street outside.

I walked up behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. She looked up at me and smiled, putting her glass down on the mantle.

“How is she?” She asked.

“Nervous.” I said, smiling.

“I imagine she is.”

“So, I take it you approve?” I said.

“Oh yes.” Amelia said. “Adam, do you know how long it’s been since I’ve wanted a toy of my own? I love you so much, you’re the only man for me. But this young thing…” Her eyes grew distant, unfocused. She realized she had lost her train of thought and looked down, somewhat embarrassed.

“I know,” I said, kissing her. “How long until you play with her?”

“Oh, I plan on making her wait in anticipation.” Amelia said.

“Good.” I said. “I like seeing you like this. I want to see you play with her.”

“You’re a bad, bad man, Adam.” She said, standing up.

“I know.” I said, smiling.

She kissed me deeply and let me go, walking over to the bar. She refilled her glass, then walked out of the sitting room, humming happily.

It was in the evening when Amelia and I called on her little pet. Knocking on her door, Kayla rushed to it immediately and opened it, looking at us eagerly.

“Bow your head when you open the door, pet.” Amelia told her.

“Yes, ma’am.” Kayla said, bowing her head.

“Now, here’s the order of events,” Amelia said, gently touching Kayla’s chin and raising her face to meet eyes, “I want you clean. Bathe and then join us in the sitting room. Do not make us wait long. You were told to bring an outfit that you look best in, something red. I expect it to not disappoint me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Kayla said, a hint of excitement in her voice.

“Good.” Amelia said. She turned to me. “This one is going to be fun.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” I said, smiling.

We left the room and Kayla closed the door behind us. I heard the shower start a moment later. Amelia and I sat down in the sitting room, waiting for Kayla to finish. We talked about our plans for her, what we wanted her to do, what to expect.

“I think I will sit this one out,” I said. Amelia looked taken aback.

“What?” She asked. “You don’t want to play?”

“She’s your pet, dear.” I said. “I think the first time should be all for you.”

Amelia smiled at me, her eyes gazing lovingly at me. “Okay, but I can’t wait to see all the things you’ll do to her once she’s broken in.”

“You won’t have to wait long.” I said.

A few minutes later, we heard Kayla enter the sitting room. She walked in, her head bowed, and stood before us. She was dressed in dark red, lingerie, a little bow tied around her neck in matching colors. She had thigh high, sheer stockings on. She looked up at us shyly and I let out a small whistle. She looked fantastic.

“Very nice.” Amelia said. “Adam, she’s not disappointing me.”

“You look pretty good, doll.” I said.

“Thank you, Adam.” Kayla said, blushing. Her flesh was pale, it’s soft texture apparent even from this distance.

“Come here,” Amelia commanded, “Sit before me.”

Kayla obeyed, seating herself gracefully before Amelia.

“Now, do you understand what it means to be my pet?” Amelia asked her.

“Yes, ma’am.” Kayla said. “I am your pet. I exist to please you.”

“Do you know why I sought you?” Amelia asked.

“I’m not sure, ma’am.” Kayla said. “I’m just happy to be here.”

“Because you were born to be my toy.” Amelia said.

Kayla looked adoringly at Amelia, smiling with excitement.

“That’s my pet.” Amelia cooed, gently stroking her face. “What are your limits?”

“I don’t have any, ma’am.” Kayla said. “I will do anything and everything you tell me to do.”

“Very good.” Amelia said. She stood up and brought Kayla’s face to her own, kissing her gently.

“Now, remove your clothes.” Amelia said. “Slowly. Leave the stockings on.”

Kayla stood and removed her outfit, folding it neatly and setting it on the couch beside her. Amelia watched her with hungry eyes. Soon she was naked except for those stockings, her skin soft from the shower she had just taken. She looked at Amelia, waiting for instructions.

“Very good.” Amelia said. “You will kneel, pet.”

Kayla knelt.

“Stay still.” Amelia said. She walked around Kayla, exploring her hands over her body. She cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples lightly with her fingers. She brushed Kayla’s hair with her hands. She seemed entranced by her pet, and I smiled; she was enjoying herself.

She circled Kayla a few times, then finally knelt down in front of her.

“You may not cum unless I give you permission.” Amelia said. “Do you understand?”

Kayla nodded.

“Good.” Amelia said, standing ofise gelen escort and walking over to the bar. She returned a moment later, a collar in her hand. “I’m going to put this on you.”

Kayla lifted her chin, allowing Amelia to untie the bow. She held the collar up in front of Kayla. It was black with a single metal ring in the center.

“It’s a pretty thing, isn’t it?” Amelia asked.

“Yes, ma’am.” Kayla said, looking at it.

“Do you gag easily?” She asked her.

“Not easily, ma’am. But I do.” Kayla responded.

Amelia looked up at me and smiled. “Well, at least I’ll get to see this pretty streaked with tears when she services you.”

Kayla looked over at me, blushing.

“Tell him you want to gag on his cock, pet.” Amelia said to her.

“Please, Adam.” Kayla said. “I want to gag on your cock.”

“Good girl.” She said, smiling at her. “I like that.”

Amelia held the collar up again. “Do you want to wear this?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Kayla said.

“Very good, my pet.” Amelia said, gently putting it around her neck, and buckling it.

“Now, stay like that.” Amelia said, walking around her.

I watched her circle Kayla, touching her here and there, talking softly. The pet was breathing heavily, her eyes glued to Amelia.

“Oh, I can’t wait to taste her, can you Adam?” Amelia said, stopping in front of Kayla and caressing her face.

I nodded.

“Let’s move to the bedroom for this, my dear.” Amelia said, crooking a finger under Kayla’s collar and pulling her to her feet, leading her down the hall to the stairs. I followed behind them.

“You first.” Amelia said to her. “I want to get a good look at your ass as you walk ahead of me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Kayla said, heading up the stairs.

“Slower!” Amelia commanded, her eyes transfixed.

Kayla obeyed, her legs moving slowly, her hips seductively.

“Adam, she’s still moving so fast, even after a direct order.” Amelia said, her eyes still on Kayla’s ass.

“Go slow, doll.” I said.

“I’m sorry, ma’am!” Kayla said. “I’m trying to move slow, but I’m afraid I’ll lose my balance.”

“You’re doing fine, doll.” I said, “Don’t worry.”

“Move faster.” Amelia ordered.

Kayla moved a little faster up the stairs and Amelia smiled.

“Didn’t I say move slowly, pet?” She said.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.” Kayla said, slowing back down.

“Oh, Adam.” Amelia said, turning to me, smiling. “She obeys my every order.”

I realized I was turned on. Watching her slow down for Amelia was incredibly sexy. She looked amazing. Amelia knew it and she knew I was pleased too.

“Do you like that, Adam?” Amelia asked me.

“Yes.” I said.

We walked into the bedroom and Amelia ordered her to the bed, pulling her to a kneeling position. Amelia started to remove her jewelry and other items of clothing, setting them carefully on the nightstand. She stood there in front of Kayla, stripping the remainder of her clothes.

“Tell me what you want, pet.” Amelia ordered.

“I want to feel your lips on me, ma’am.” Kayla said.

“What else?” Amelia said.

“I want to feel your hands on me, all over me.” Kayla said.

“You forgot something.” Amelia said.

“I want to please you, ma’am.” Kayla said, blushing.

“Good girl. That’s right. Tell me you want me to fuck you.” Amelia said.

“I want you to fuck me, ma’am.” Kayla said, smiling at her.

“You are so beautiful.” Amelia said.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Kayla said.

“Good girl.” Amelia said. “Tell me you love me.”

“I love you, ma’am.” Kayla said.

I sat down in a chair in the corner and watched.

“Tell me, pet, are you wet?” Amelia said, softly stroking Kayla’s hair.

“Yes, ma’am.” Kayla said, her eyes closed.

“Are you dripping?” Amelia asked, her hand lightly tracing Kayla’s body.

She nodded.

“Good.” Amelia said. She leaned down, eye level with Kayla and kissed her. Kayla seemed to melt at her touch. “I can’t wait to taste you. I’ve been waiting all day.”

“I’m yours, ma’am.” Kayla said, her voice a whisper. “Use me.”

“Yes, you are.” Amelia said, her voice soothing and sultry. “Good girl.”

Amelia got to her knees and began kissing Kayla all over, gently touching her here and there. She kissed and licked all over her body, exploring her pet with her lips and tongue. She paid special attention to Kayla’s breasts, taking her time, her tongue swirling around her nipples, gently sucking on them, her mouth full of them. She started to move lower down Kayla’s body, stopping at her bellybutton. She ran circles around Kayla’s bellybutton, tickling her. Kayla squirmed.

Amelia started to kiss lower and lower, moving slowly, savoring Kayla’s sweet body.

I watched as she worked her way to Kayla’s thighs, her mouth getting closer and closer to her pussy. Kayla was moaning and writhing in pleasure.

Kayla began to buck her hips forward, desperate for more contact.

Amelia pushed her back down, holding her against otele gelen escort the bed with her hands.

“Be still, pet.” Amelia said. “Keep your hips still.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Kayla said, panting.

Amelia pushed Kayla’s legs further apart, so that her pussy was completely exposed.

“Oh, you are such a good girl.” Amelia said, her eyes transfixed on Kayla’s pussy. “Oh, Adam. Look how perfectly pink it is!”

“Please, ma’am.” Kayla whispered.

“Beg me.” Amelia answered, a cruel smile playing in her eyes.

“Please, ma’am.” Kayla said. “Please eat my pussy. I need your mouth on me.”

“Hmm, I don’t think she wants it, Adam, do you?”

“No,” I said, “I guess I found you the wrong pet.”

“No!” Kayla pleaded. An expression of horror crossed her face as she spoke.

“This poor little girl has been waiting all day for me.” Amelia said, kneeling between Kayla’s legs. “Oh, she’s so wet.”

“I want you so badly, ma’am!” She said.

“Oh, but then you need to learn how to beg properly!” Amelia said.

“I’m sorry, ma’am. Will you please eat my pussy?” Kayla said, her voice sounding desperate.

“How about a little more?” Amelia said. “Do you need to feel my mouth on your pussy?”

“Yes, ma’am. Please, ma’am!” Kayla said, her voice higher.

“Well, if you beg me one more time, I might give in.” Amelia said, laughing.

“Please, I will do anything you want. I beg of you!” Kayla said.

“There’s the proper begging that I’m looking for.” Amelia said. “Such a good girl.”

“Oh, yes ma’am!” Kayla said. “Please, I need you.”

“Mmm, such a good little slut.” Amelia said, her fingers lightly tracing Kayla’s lips.

She kissed the inside of Kayla’s thighs again. Kayla moaned in desperation.

Amelia smiled. “You want more, don’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Kayla said, grinding her hips forward, aching for any Amelia’s touch.

“Mmm, yes, bad little girl.” Amelia said. “I’m going to give you exactly what you deserve.”

She leaned forward and began to kiss Kayla’s pussy, very softly. Kayla gasped, her body tensing. Amelia kissed her lightly, just one kiss at her center.

“Oh, thank you, ma’am.” She said softly.

“I love it when you thank me, pet.” Amelia said, kissing Kayla’s pussy again, a little more forcefully.

“Oh, thank you, ma’am.” Kayla said.

Kayla was breathing hard and heavy.

“Oh, good girl.” Amelia said. “You feel so warm and wet on my lips.”

Amelia began to kiss Kayla’s pussy more forcefully, sucking on it, swirling her tongue around it.

“Oh, god!” Kayla moaned.

“Tell me how you feel, pet.” Amelia said, her mouth still around Kayla’s pussy.

“It feels so good, ma’am! Thank you, ma’am.” Kayla said.

“What else?” Amelia said. “You need to tell me everything.”

“It feels so good, ma’am! I’m so happy to feel your soft lips on my pussy, ma’am.” Kayla said.

Amelia began to lick Kayla’s pussy in earnest. She licked around the edges, on her clit, her tongue darting in and out.

“Oh, oh!” Kayla moaned, her hips bucking back and forth.

“You are such a good girl, pet.” Amelia said, gently pushing Kayla’s hips down.

“Oh, thank you, ma’am!” Kayla said, her voice getting higher and higher.

She continued to lick Kayla, the poor girl quivering and moaning beneath her. Amelia slid a finger inside her, twisting and twirling it while her tongue played on her clit.

Kayla’s moans continued to get higher and higher, to the point where they were becoming screams.

“Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god, ma’am!” She said, her hips bucking wildly.

“Oh, my poor little girl is so close.” Amelia said.

“Please, ma’am, don’t stop!” Kayla said, gasping for air.

“Oh, my pet.” Amelia said, smiling and stroking Kayla’s face. “You are so cute when you beg.”

“Don’t stop, please, ma’am!” Kayla said.

“I love how much you want it.” Amelia smiled. “I want to keep you right on the edge, begging for it.”

“Oh, god, ma’am, please, I don’t want to beg, ma’am!” Kayla said.

“Oh, yes, my pet, you will beg.” Amelia said, licking Kayla again. “This is so very fun. I want to keep you right there.”

“Please, ma’am! I want it too much!” Kayla said, sounding desperate.

“Do you want to cum, my pet?” Amelia said, her voice low and soothing.

“Yes, ma’am!” Kayla said, her voice desperate.

“Then beg!” Amelia said, plunging her tongue deep into Kayla’s pussy.

She licked Kayla furiously, licking her clit and fingering her pussy.

“Oh, god. Please, ma’am! I’m begging you! Please, let me cum!” Kayla said, her voice terrified.

“Yes!” Amelia said, biting Kayla’s clit.

“Oh, god, I’m cumming!” Kayla screamed.

She screamed as she came, her body shaking violently. Amelia slid her tongue inside Kayla once more, licking her as she came. Kayla struggled and fought against her tongue but Amelia held her down, feasting on her as the girl rocked with pleasure.

After a few minutes, Amelia finally released Kayla.

Kayla lay there panting, her face covered by her hands. Amelia stood, looking down at her pet, a look of pure ecstasy on her face.

“That’s a good girl.” Amelia said.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Kayla said, her voice quiet, almost a whisper.

“Well, you did a pretty good job of begging, pet.” Amelia said. “You should be proud of yourself.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Kayla said, breathlessly.

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“Gonna go to bed,” I said as another quiz show rerun was starting on the TV and neither Mum nor Dad seemed to think a million in a row was too many.

“Early?” Dad said glancing at the time which was half 10.

“Yeah. Going to have a shower,” I replied.

“Night Steph, sweet dreams,” Mum said as Dad just nodded in reply. “Oh, can you take Chris his phone charger up with you?” Mum asked.

“Yeah sure,” I said as I took it off her. Chris was my brother. I went via the kitchen and got myself a glass of juice to take up with me.

Chris’s door was closed so as I had no free hands I went into my room and put my drink on my bedside table. I sent Emma a text to confirm that I would go round tomorrow night for drinks and takeaway and undressed for a shower. I kept my panties on, but other than that I was naked. I held the towel against my chest just in case anyone was around and stepped out of my room. As soon as I saw Chris’s door I remembered his phone charger, memory like a sieve, so I made a mental note to give it to him afterwards.

Safely in the bathroom, I locked the door, stripped and showered. I was horny and I considered playing with myself in the shower. The water jets are incredible fun when you get them just right. Made even better with our recent shower head that allows you to change them between several different strengths and pulse patterns. It was almost like the designer had that very use in mind, I am assuming that they didn’t, but you never know. It was early though so I would do it in bed. I could tease myself for ages with my fingers and slowly build up to an awesome orgasm.

I dried myself off, brushed my teeth and wrapped the towel around myself to go back to my room. It covered me, barely. At the front, it came down to the very top of my thighs. Anyone at eye level was fine, but if anyone was coming upstairs at the wrong moment they would see my pussy. Sod’s law meant someone would be, so I slipped my panties back on and headed back to my room. I noticed that Chris’s door was slightly open and I could see that his light was still on. “I have got your charger, one sec,” I said as I passed it, but there was no reply. I dressed into some shorts and a vest and grabbed the phone charger.

His door was a couple of inches open and so I tapped on it and simultaneously went in. His urgent protests and requests to not go in were too late and as is the case with stuff like this, you can’t help but look. He was naked, cock in hand, although he urgently let go of himself leaving his erect cock even more exposed until he bundled his duvet over himself. “Ooops, sorry,” I said diverting my eyes to the ceiling, “Phone charger,” I said holding it out as proof.

“Yeah, thanks,” he said trying his best to hide the fact he was out of breath, “Just there is fine,” he said indicating the chest of drawers by the door.

I placed it on top of the drawers. “Soz, the door wasn’t shut properly,” I said in my defence.

“Yeah, it is shit, it doesn’t click shut,” he said.

“Noted,” I said, “Sorry again. Night, see you tomorrow,” I added.

“Yeah, night,” he said as I closed his door and went back to my room.

I did feel a bit guilty for walking in on him, although it was the general rule that if the door isn’t properly closed then a tap and walk-in was acceptable. Only if the door is properly closed do you knock and wait for permission to enter the room. Still, though, it is a proper mood killer to get walked in on by your sister. Well, it is for me anyway when I have been walked in on by him. It doesn’t happen often, but shit happens, fairly sure he hasn’t ever actually caught me fingering myself. He has walked in a few times at very inopportune times leaving me trying to hide a shortage of breath and feeling a little guilty/embarrassed. He has definitely seen me naked a few times. We don’t tend to bother that much, neither of us prances around the house in the nude, and we do try to knock and be considerate of each other, but these things happen and being seen naked by a sibling is hardly a disaster. Back on the subject though, being walked in on masturbating, is a real mood killer.

I went back into my room and stripped naked. The air conditioning in my room had stopped working a while ago and was still not fixed. As it was the middle of summer to get any comfortable sleep it was the thinnest sheets possible and wear as little as you dare. The sheets are white, which do look crisp and nice, but they are very thin and as a result, very see-through. Today feels like a trillion degrees and 100% humidity, so fuck it, I am sleeping naked, I will just lay on my front.

I turned the TV on for some background noise but loaded up my laptop for some porn. I wasn’t into the hardcore stuff, but exhibitionism, dares, stuff like that I liked. I went to my site of choice and started looking through the many pizza dares and similar clips. Most of them were so badly staged and set up they were almost embarrassing. Some of them though kızılay escort looked genuine, and those were the ones that I liked.

I opened my legs and gently teased myself with my fingers. I was surprised at how wet I was and opening my legs wider I gently slipped my index finger inside myself. “Oh yes,” I whispered to myself as I felt my finger in me. I pushed as deep as I could then began to flex and thrust it inside myself. Pushing against the front wall of my pussy I relished the increasing tingly sensation and was quickly wet enough for a second finger, which I used. Picking a different clip I watched the girl on camera shyly open the door to the delivery driver while being egged on by her friends. She wasn’t naked, she was only wearing a thong though and they were either good actresses or it was a genuine ‘home video’. I hoped that it was genuine, but I suspect it was just decent acting as the camera work and setup seemed a little too professional. The lighting was just right, and the angle of the camera managed to show the “surprised” driver as well as the shy girl.

I heard my phone go off indicating a message and glanced at the screen. It was Emma again. I pulled the screen down to get a preview of the message and it didn’t look important so I turned my phone over and ignored it. I closed my eyes and imagined it being me who was opening the door half-naked. When I have been home alone and super horny I have been so close to doing it in real life. Not filming it or anything like that, and most likely not as brazen as just answering the door naked, or even half-naked, but just a mega short t-shirt and teeny tiny panties. I picked up the pace of my fingering and switched to my clit. Feeling my body react to what I was doing I breathed out and slowed down switching back to just fingering myself again. I wanted to last ages and have a really nice orgasm.

I flipped over so I was knelt on the bed with my chest down on the sheets. My ass in the air I fingered myself as quickly as I dared. My bed was creaky and rattled, fairly sure it was by design to stop me from getting naughty with guys. Not that it worked, either go back to his or just scatter some pillows on the floor and have floor sex. The position felt so exposed, which was partially the draw of it. Ass in the air and on top of the sheets, if anyone walked in on me at this second there was no saving my dignity. My senses were heightened as I played with myself and every slight creak of the bed or click of the floorboards as the house cooled down sounded as loud as the strike of a chiming bell. They of course weren’t, but they were very off-putting nonetheless.

I rolled back onto my back and wriggled underneath the sheets again. Opening my legs and gently teased myself using my index and middle fingers. Occasionally stroking my thumb across my clit I could feel my tummy muscles tense and ripple every time my thumb glanced over my clit that was screaming out for attention. I could hear lights being switched off downstairs and people moving around. I pulled the sheets up over myself but continued fingering myself. I heard Mum and Dad come upstairs and I just listened. It was unlikely that they would come in, but even so, it felt kind of naughty masturbating with the risk.

I dragged the sheets up to my neck just in case. I was on autopilot as I mainly listened to Mum and Dad moving around outside my door. The fantasy of being caught was a massive turn on. The reality of being caught would be humiliating. I am sure almost everyone masturbates at some point in their life, but it is still strangely taboo to do it. Even though during ‘that talk’ my Mum did talk about how normal it was.

“Are you still awake?” I heard Mum ask in a whispered tone as she simultaneously tapped on my door.

“Yeah,” I replied as I stopped fingering myself. “I am not decent though.”

“I just need your washing,” she said.

I hesitated for a second. I could either sort my own washing or let her come in and get it. “Yeah, okay,” I said as I rolled onto my side to reduce how see through the sheets were.

She came in and smiled at me. “Sorry,” she said as she collected my washing and I did notice that she was doing the looking but diverting eyes sort of thing. “I will mention your air conditioning to your Dad again and get it sorted.”

“Thanks. It is a bit warm.” I said smiling at her, but very self-conscious that I was obviously naked and practically dripping wet. Although she wouldn’t know I was wet. Hopefully anyway.

She got my washing and left my room closing the door behind her. I left it a few seconds then opened my legs and resumed where I had left off. I looked at my bedside table and considered using a dildo, but I could feel my orgasm rising in my tummy already. I sped up with my fingers and grabbed my bum with my left hand. I squeezed it as I imagined it was a guy who was drilling me. Rolling onto my front I took it doggy kolej escort style. I quickly weakened and opened

my bedside draw taking out my dildo, close or not, I needed to be fucked. It was only a small one, but it did the job. I sucked it for a second then penetrated myself from behind.

“Fuck,” I breathed softly to myself as I slowly pushed it into myself.

Gently thrusting it in and out I rubbed at my clit as I neared climax. I could hear my bed rattling and constantly changed angle and speed to try and keep it quiet, Eventually, a got a quiet rhythm and I went for it. As deep as it would go and as fast as I dared I rubbed my clit with my left-hand fingers and pounded the dildo into myself. I could hear the wet sounds of my dripping pussy as I fucked myself. My excitement was coating the dildo and as I pushed deeper and deeper the handle started to get a bit slick with my own lubrication. Changing my grip on it I went as fast as I dared. It wasn’t romantic, it wasn’t sensual, it was just a fuck.

I could hear my bed rattling and adjusted again. I considered getting on the floor, but I was so close. I saw my phone light up in the corner of my eye again and guessed I had been longer than Emma deemed a decent time for a reply. I pushed the dildo as deep into me as I could and held it in place with the palm of my right hand. I rubbed at my clit with my right-hand fingers and using my left hand I grabbed and squeezed my right nipple as hard as I could tolerate.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” I breathed almost silently as my legs started to tremble. My bed rattled again, but I ignored it and pushed towards my orgasm. I felt my pussy pulse and grip on the toy inside it as my body lost control. My phone flashed again and I turned my head away from it. I wasn’t breathing. My body trembled and shivered as I orgasmed. Holding my breath to stop myself from screaming I buried my face into the sheets and climaxed.

As I came down I removed the toy and put it on the bed next to me. Rolling onto my side I closed my eyes and curled up into the foetal position. Once I had regained my breath I picked up my phone and unlocked it to see what Emma wanted.

Emma [10:54] – Are you up still?

To my surprise there was only one message from her, I was expecting there to be at least three.

Mum’s Mobile [11:14] — Can you turn your TV down

Mum’s Mobile [11:17] — We can hear your ‘TV’

I blushed bright red. My TV was on volume four. I could barely hear it. There was no way they could hear it. It was probably what Mum had told Dad the noise was, but the way she quoted the second TV message they had both just listened to me play with myself. I am fairly quiet, so they would have only heard my bed, but oh my God, embarrassing.

Steph [11:29] — Sorry. Have done

Mum’s Mobile [11:29] — NP. Will get your Dad to tighten up your bed as well. Nite love.

I blushed even more.

Steph [11:30] — Yes, still up. Why?

My phone lit up instantly and it was a call from Emma

“Hi,” I said, “Sup?”

“Bored,” she said, “What you up to.”

“In bed,” I said, “You?”

“Same,” she said, “I thought you were asleep.”

“Nope, I have just been caught playing with myself,” I replied with a slight giggle in my voice.

“Hahaha, oops, no way. Who by?” she asked.

“Mum and Dad heard me I think,” I said.

“Oops,” Emma giggled, “So funny. Are you done or did they ruin it?”

“Done,” I said, “Give me a sec. I will go downstairs.”

“Okay dokay,” Emma said.

I put my phone on the bed and put a long t-shirt on then went downstairs. “Did they walk in on you or just hear you?” Emma asked.

“No, just a message from Mum asking me to turn my ‘TV’ down,” I said.

“Brilliant,” Emma giggled, “Karma for being a bitch to me earlier.”

“Yeah, true,” I laughed.

“Are ya still nakey?” she asked playfully.

“Nope, t-shirt, you?” I asked.

“No. I am wearing pyjamas,” she answered.

We chatted for an hour or so about nothing in particular. We arranged the next day. I was to go around to hers at around half 6 and take beer or vodka. Ideally both. She would provide the food. I could feel myself falling asleep sitting on the sofa as the time approached half midnight.

“Wanna get Alan naked tomorrow?” she asked.

“Er.. what?” I said snapping fully awake. I assumed that I had heard her wrongly.

“Wanna see Alan naked tomorrow,” she said again.

“Er… sure?” I said cautiously.

“He is here as well and I vote we challenge him to a strip game,” she said.

“Really?” I asked hearing confusion in my voice.

“Yeah, defo,” she replied, “Two of us will kick his ass.”

“Like he will agree to a two versus one game?” I said to her questioningly.

“Yeah he will,” she said, “Chance to get us naked, I bet he will.”

“I wouldn’t,” I said honestly.

“No, but you don’t have a cock making your decisions,” she said maltepe escort laughing.

“That is true,” I replied, “What game?”

“Dunno, he can pick to offset the disadvantage of two versus one,” she said, “But even so, two of us will beat him.”

“And if we don’t?” I asked.

“If we don’t we get naked,” she said matter of factly with a giggle in her tone.

“Reassuring,” I said smiling to myself.

“Few beers, either way, it will be a laugh,” she said.

“Yeah sure,” I shrugged, “If we can get him to agree to it.”

“We will,” she said, “Anyway, I will let you get to bed,” she added.

“Yeah, okay, night,” I said and she hung up.

I made myself another drink. Went to my room via the bathroom, stripped naked and got into bed again. I cuddled into the sheets and was asleep fairly quickly. I avoided both Mum and Dad the next day. It wasn’t an odd thing to not see them as I spent most of the day at work anyway, but I did make a conscious effort to avoid them. I am 24 years old and I am fairly sure that they know that I do play with myself. Being caught though was not something I wanted to face head-on the day after the event. I did wonder if they had heard me personally, or just my bed rattling, but my intrigue was not strong enough to ask Mum the question. I would, but not today.

I assumed that I would be staying at Emma’s so when I got back from work I showered and packed an overnight bag. If interested the overnight bag consisted of; shorts and a vest to sleep in, as well as a clean t-shirt, skirt, socks, bra and panties. I was wearing a white vest top, a black skirt, a white bra and matching white panties. I also had on some trainer socks and some chequerboard Van’s trainers.

I poked my head around the door into the living room and told Mum and Dad I was going to Emma’s and was likely going to be sleeping over so I would see them tomorrow. Dad offered me a lift, but I caught the bus, which was late for a change.

I got to Emma’s late at 7 pm and they were both already on the beers. I am not sure being on time would have made much difference as they both looked like they had been drinking for longer than 30 minutes. “Hi,” I said to Alan as Emma handed me a beer.

“Hey,” he said as his eyes checked me up and down as guys do as I sat on the sofa next to Emma.

He was quite cute, he was one of those awkward guys where his looks and body carried him further than his personality. That sounds really bitchy and makes him sound like he doesn’t have a good personality. He does, he is maybe too nice, which is also an odd thing to say. I like to be treated nice and loved and generally spoiled, but equally a good fuck goes a long way in a relationship. Pin me down and despite my half-hearted protests stick your cock up my ass and make my eyes water, then kiss me better. He doesn’t seem like the type who would, or even could, do that. He is super cute though.

Emma on the other hand is a dirty bitch and I say that with the utmost love and respect for her. It is a good job she doesn’t have a cock as I honestly wouldn’t trust her with one. She is the only girl I know who would willingly suck a dick that has been up her ass and when questioned about it look at me like I was the weird one as that is one line I don’t cross. Her matter of fact shrug and indifference pretty much sums her up. Can’t do enough for you, my best mate, love her to death, but I wouldn’t enter a relationship with her. She would chew me up and spit me out, incidentally spitting out is not something she does very often either. I am making her sound like a proper slut aren’t I? She isn’t, she is fairly illiberal when it comes to who she sleeps with, but get her in bed and she is an animal from what I have heard, and I hear all of it.

Emma is wearing denim shorts and a black vest. I could see the straps of a white bra underneath her vest and I assume that she is also wearing panties. Alan is wearing cargo shorts and a t-shirt. I also assume he was wearing some sort of underwear which got me wondering what sort he wears. Boxers? Briefs? Boxer briefs? Trunks? Commando? Now there was a thought. Hopefully, we would find out later. As I said earlier, I am wearing a white vest, black skirt, matching white underwear, socks and trainers.

One beer turned into two and then five. The takeaway was ordered and eaten while we channel surfed between the various music channels. I caught Emma’s eye and smiled at her. She nodded her head very slightly and I did the same to her. She swirled her bottle of beer, finished it and placed it on the table. “Wanna see us naked?” Emma asked Alan.

Alan looked at her exactly how you would imagine a guy who had just been asked if he wanted to see someone naked with no lead-up or warning. He stared for a couple of seconds but didn’t say anything at first. “Uhm…” he said tentatively, “Sure?”

“Let’s play a strip game,” Emma said grinning at him.

Alan looked at me and I shrugged. “Sounds like fun,” I said trying my best to sound and act as natural as I could manage as we baited the trap. I knew if I acted too eagerly he would suspect something was up. In our late teens’ strip games got suggested a lot, rarely did they materialise into actual games, and it was even more of a rarity that they would progress any further than outer clothing

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The most intriguing aspect about our encounters with Frank and Clemmy was my wife’s reaction or lack thereof. I thought I would be dealing with some post-club anxiety, especially after Luther became involved but it only turned out to be minor. I knew it could have gone the other way, so all in all, I felt relieved. It did leave me wondering how well I knew my wife’s inner desires and the location of her boundaries. Several months ago, I would have guessed a mere sensual embrace would have made her go ballistic but we had blown through that to passionate kissing and fondling.

I thought it might be best to let things calm for a while and perhaps softly probe her sexual psyche over time. In my mind, that would occur in bed as we held each other and exchanged soft words. However, what I hadn’t considered was Clemmy pushing things with my wife and it took her less than a week to reach out.

“Clemmy’s been texting me,” she announced over breakfast.

“About going to Luther’s again?” I asked.

“No, she wants to meet for lunch,” she explained.

“Why?” I asked.

“She says we should get to know each other better,” she replied.

“Hmmm…” I responded suspiciously.

“What? What’s that mean?” Abby asked.

“I think she’s sizing you up or trying to determine how you’d react to an invitation. Maybe both,” I offered.

“About your swinging theory?” she clarified.

“Yes,” I responded.

“So, I shouldn’t go?” she asked.

The question was interesting and in truth, I had some curiosity about the woman’s motivation, so I said, “I guess you could go if you want. Just be prepared so you don’t get surprised or upset.”

She returned my look for a moment and then said, “I’m not twelve.”

Later that day, after running errands for several hours, I returned home and popped open a beer then went looking for my wife.

“Did you talk to Clemmy?” I asked, finding her primping in front of the mirror.

“Yes,” she replied but failed to elaborate.

“And?” I asked with mild annoyance.

“We’re meeting for a drink Tuesday,” she said.

“I thought it was going to be a lunch date?” I replied.

“Neither of us is free for lunch. Besides, it’s a nice place and she’s buying,” she laughed.

I tried to ask a few more questions but she quickly grew annoyed at my hovering so I retreated to the living room. Although their appointment was only two days out, I had mostly forgotten about it due to pressing issues at work. Thus, when I arrived home Tuesday and found it empty, I had my phone out when I recalled her plans. Now with it squarely at the forefront of my mind, I wandered impatiently through the house until she arrived home an hour and a half later, noticeably tipsy.

“We’ve been invited to a party at their house a week from Saturday,” she replied nervously after flopping onto the sofa.

“What kind of party? I asked.

“She said we didn’t have to do anything. We could just stay for a while and meet the people,” she replied.

“Abby, is it that kind of party?” I pushed.

“Yes, you were right. Happy?” she responded, and before I could speak, she added, “God, it’s so dirty. How would you look at someone knowing and they know you know?”

“Awkward for sure. You told her no, right?” I clarified.

“I did,” she answered but without conviction.

“Meaning?” I asked.

“She wouldn’t take no for an answer. She said we could just stop by for a drink and then leave. And she kept asking…I committed to her I would talk to you about it,” she explained.

“Well, you did. Want to go?” I asked.

“No,” she replied.

“There…then we’re done,” I said.

“Okay,” she agreed and started walking away, and just as she was about to exit the room, she said, “Frank is going to call you.”

“Why?” I asked, catching up with her in the bedroom.

“For the same reason, she met with me. Try to convince you,” Abby replied.

“How did he get my number?” I asked suspiciously.

“I…I gave it to her,” she admitted nervously.

“I think they’re out of line pushing so hard,” I said.

“Yes, I agree…it does seem too much,” she replied.

That ended the immediate conversation although we returned to it several times over the next few days. Mostly, it involved me asking clarifying questions about her discussion with Clemmy. I expected Frank would call quickly and get it over with one way or the other. However, when the weekend arrived and he still hadn’t reached out, I assumed they had decided to go with Abby’s rejection. Thus, I was mildly surprised when I received a call from the older man on Saturday afternoon.

“By now you must be aware of the conversation our wives had earlier this week,” he started after the normal preliminaries.

“Yes, she told me about the discussion,” I concurred.

“Perfect. Then, let me be candid but at any point, if you want to end the call, feel free to say so,” he started, and after I acknowledged his comment, he continued with, “We are a very select group of attractive, successful, and educated eve gelen escort adults that have been in our…scene for many years. When we ran into you and your beautiful wife the first time at the restaurant, we thought y’all would make a great addition to the group and our other interactions have only reinforced that view. With each new couple, we’ve had to go through an introduction, a discussion like this, and of course, it’s quite awkward. In every case, the results have fallen into two camps. First, there are the ones that do not want to consider participation in any way and are offended by the approach. They shut things down quickly. The second group are the curious people…intrigued by the thought but not prepared to do anything without learning more. Never have we met a couple that was instantly eager. I say this so you can understand where you and Abby are in the spectrum. Are you with me so far?”

“I am,” I confirmed.

“May I proceed?” the older man asked.

“Sure, go ahead,” I told him.

“When Clemmy spoke with your wife, she was clearly quite nervous, as was to be expected. Although she said y’all weren’t interested, she did agree to let us talk,” Frank explained, and I sensed he was alluding to something the older woman saw that he wanted me to know about. However, I didn’t try to clarify and let him continue, “The purpose of this call is to offer you the opportunity to meet and socialize with our little group without any pressure to participate. The others will know you’re only there to observe and may decide to leave at any moment.”

“Where does all this occur?” I asked, unable to hold back my curiosity about the mechanics.

“Our home usually. It’s a very tasteful residence and my wife has done an outstanding job decorating,” he explained.

“I see…look, Frank. I…we know that you and Clemmy aren’t lunatics but this is way past anything we have ever been confronted with, let alone considered. I think the answer, as we stand here today, is no but I’ll talk it over again with Abby and if that changes, we’ll reach out.” I told the man.

“I can’t ask for any more than that. Have a good day,” he replied and hung up.

“Was that Frank?” my wife asked suddenly appearing in the room.

“Were you eavesdropping?” I asked with a chuckle.

“No, I was walking by and from the tone…” she replied, fighting back her smile and when I rolled my eyes, she asked, “What did he say?”

I went through the brief discussion and when I finished, she confirmed it was like the message she received from the man’s wife. Clearly, the sales pitch strategy focused on getting us to take the next step and meet the group. For the remainder of the afternoon and into the evening, we discussed the bizarre situation and speculated on everything from the people’s attractiveness to the process of partner selection. It seemed that each time we contemplated a question it would quickly lead to several more. We found the speculative discussion very entertaining and managed to kill a bottle of wine and part of a second.

“Should we feel honored?” Abby giggled as we discussed our selection.

“I think so. I bet they looked at a hundred couples before they decided to approach us,” I replied.

“Why do you think that?” she laughed.

“Because you’re so beautiful,” I said as I pulled her close and after giving her a long kiss, I teased her by saying, “Frank clearly thinks so.”

“Yeah, yeah…Clemmy was the same way with you,” she countered.

Then, suddenly a thought hit me, and rather than holding it back, I blurted out, “Could you do it with him? With Frank?”

A shocked look appeared on her face but just for a moment, for a tiny millisecond, I swore I saw guilt in her eyes before she replied, “No, of course not.”

Now, I wondered if she held something within her, harbored some inner desires that she hadn’t shared with me. Had she fantasized about the older man and perhaps even masturbated to thoughts of him caressing her body? Strangely, the idea didn’t terrify me. Instead, it further enflamed my curiosity as once again I contemplated the boundaries of her sexual psyche that I had never really challenged.

“Do you want to take them up on the offer? Check it out?” I asked.

Oddly, in all our hours of discussion, we had not broached the simple question deciding instead to entertain ourselves on the subject without first calling for a show of hands.

“No, do you?” she replied after only a brief hesitation.

“No, I don’t want you to get upset,” I said, instantly realizing I had chosen my words poorly.

“What does that mean? Why do you think I’d get upset? Why not you?” she fired back.

“That didn’t come out right,” I acknowledged.

She gave me a hard stare for several seconds, clearly unimpressed by my mea culpa, and then answered, “So, you’d go if you were sure I wouldn’t get upset? That’s what you’re saying. You really want to go except you’re worried about me?”

I had to admire the cleverness gaziosmanpaşa escort she showed after so much alcohol, and now on my heels, I replied, “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Okay, I promise I won’t get upset. What’s your answer?” she pushed.

“You’re already upset,” I countered.

“At you. Not at the…the swingers. I’m upset because you won’t give me a straight answer,” she stated.

Knowing she had me trapped, I responded, “Okay, look. I’ve thought about seeing what it’s all about…to get the answer to all the questions we’ve been talking about but I don’t think it’s worth the trouble.”

“Trouble meaning me?” she demanded.

“No, Abby…not you. I mean you some if I’m honest but other things, too. The social awkwardness, the visual knowledge we’ll carry…and I’m sure when we’re there we’ll be pressured,” I explained.

“So, it is me,” she replied and the fire in her eyes informed me that I was either being played or she was truly enjoying taking me down.

“Abby, every man there is going to look at you and want to fuck you,” I said crudely.

Again, she gave me a strange look and then took my hand and said sarcastically, “Oh, I’m sorry you’re so insecure, baby.”

That launched another round of discussion and somehow every time I tried to dig out of the hole I had created, I found myself descending deeper. A half-hour later, somehow, we had concluded it would be safe to go to the party to check things out but leave at the first sign of weirdness. In the end, I’m not sure whether it was a decision we reached together or if it was just the path out of the argument. Even then, I thought it highly likely we would change our minds before the day arrived.

Abby had the task of contacting Clemmy which she did the following day. Amazingly, little was said about it for the rest of the week, and it was only on Friday when I inquired about the dress that she told me it was a casual gathering.

“Okay, show me what you’re wearing,” I said.

“I’ll show you but you don’t get a say,” she replied.

I stood aside as she went to her closet and came back with a dark blue knee-length turtleneck wool dress. It seemed a bit more than casual but also a quite defensive offering as it provided no view of her sensual neck or lovely thighs. A few hours later, dressed in grey slacks, a blue shirt, and a navy blazer, I waited for her in the living room and stood as she entered.

“You look lovely,” I told her.

“It’s not too racy, is it?” she joked and then began laughing when I rolled my eyes.

“I guess we’re really going,” I said when she calmed.

“I guess but let’s be ready to leave,” she responded.

Twenty minutes later, we pulled up in front of a handsome home set on a large piece of property in a fashionable section of the city. Frank met us at the door, giving my wife a simple kiss on the cheek, and soon we were sipping cocktails as the remaining guests arrived. In all, there were six couples including our hosts with Abby and I easily being the youngest. Everyone looked professional, and I was proud of the way my wife managed to interact with the group. An hour had gone by and people were on their second or third drink when Clemmy used a serving fork against her Champaign glass to get everyone’s attention.

“We have something fun in store for this evening, but first everyone must change into the outfits we’ve arranged. They are on the table in the dining room with your name on them and there are plenty of places to change so get to it!” she announced in her normal bubbly way.

Instantly, people began moving towards the dining room like children receiving a present. Abby’s eyes caught mine, and we lingered near the back nervous about what to do. I knew without speaking that we were both contemplating whether it was time to leave but we dutifully followed the others. When we entered the room, we could see that everyone had received the same outfit which looked like heavy pajamas with slippers. There was a long sleeve top that buttoned up the front and full pants with drawstrings. Both male and female sets came ornately embroidered with the only visible difference being an orangey-red for the women and gold for the men.

“This is a bit weird don’t you think?” Abby said when the others had left to change.

“Yes, kind of, but these things aren’t really…threatening. I mean… Do you want to go?” I asked.

“The longer we stay the harder it becomes to leave,” she said.

I nodded to her and we prepared to go in search of our hosts when Clemmy appeared in the doorway.

“Don’t panic. Still, plenty of time to leave,” she said with a reassuring smile, and then quickly added, “Besides, you should see what Frank has created. It’s amazing.”

“Clemmy, we’re nervous,” my wife said.

“Honey, relax. Neither your husband nor Frank would ever let anything happen to you,” she said in a soothing voice.

With a final smile, she turned and left leaving us once more to face the gölbaşı escort decision. I had to admit I still held a certain curiosity, so when Abby looked at me, I merely shrugged my shoulders. With a deep sigh, she grabbed her package, and together we left to find a place to change.

Fortunately, the first bedroom we came to was empty, although there were clothes there indicating a couple had already changed and left. I helped her pull the dress over her head and then started to remove my things. Abby was wearing a tiny thong and a very thin bra that seemed incongruent with her conservative outerwear and for a moment I wondered if they had been a subconscious selection.

“I don’t think you’re supposed to wear underwear with these,” I said as she began to pull up the bottoms.

“If I have to run out of here, I want my panties,” she replied which made us both laugh and broke the tension.

Now that she had set the precedent, I found myself pulling the pants up over my boxers. It took only a few minutes to finish, and we placed our clothes in a neat stack on the bed then joined the others. The odd clothing had created a buzz and now everyone seemed giddy which made me nervous about what might happen next.

Our hosts assembled everyone in the living room and dimmed the lights to a low level before illuminating the backyard with floodlights. Suddenly, a large tent appeared that seemed to be made from a very heavy material.

“Frank, is that a desert tent?” one of the male guests asked.

“Yes, it’s a Bedouin tent to be precise. I ran across it by chance and the owner didn’t realize what he had,” he explained.

“Let’s see it,” a female voice spoke, and we all quickly moved towards the back door.

“Damn, Frank,” I heard a male voice say ahead of me, as I waited to enter the tent.

Once inside, I realized what he had been referring to. It was one of the cleverest and most enticing set-ups I had ever seen. The tent could easily hold everyone and covering the floor were numerous overlapping oriental rugs. Also, arranged around the perimeter were six stations that consisted of a small mattress held within a nice cover, along with numerous pillows. There were several platters filled with fruits in the center and on either end was a hookah with multiple hoses. Middle Eastern music was playing through some unseen sound system and soft lighting filtered from around the bottom providing just enough illumination to see. Now, the outfits made sense as we realized our host’s intentions.

For the next few minutes, Frank and Clemmy were inundated with words of admiration for their concept, and following that they answered questions. When the din died down, the couples were directed to pick a spot. Abby and I took one across from Frank and Clemmy and sat down cross-legged. Our hosts directed everyone’s attention to the wine that was positioned in jugs around the tent and the goblets that went with each station. Dutifully, I poured some for my wife, and we joined the conversation while I occasionally fed Abby grapes from the tray.

“This is amazing,” I whispered to her, as the others chatted.

“It is! Wow…not what I expected,” she concurred.

Besides us and our hosts, the other couples included Steve and Sally, Craig and Diane, Jim and Mary, and Bob and Irene. Steve and Sally were just to our left and looked to be the next youngest couple to us at perhaps thirty-five. Steve was tall and in good shape with chiseled facial features, and his wife who also looked good was a honey blonde with deep blue eyes and a very nice smile. Craig and Diane were to their left, next to our hosts, and looked to be around forty. Craig was heavy without really looking fat which juxtaposed with his petite wife. Both had dark hair, although Craig’s hairline was receding rapidly. Diane was full of life and jumped into the middle of every conversation, but her husband was quieter, almost brooding, at times.

To our immediate right were Bob and Irene who also looked to be around forty. Bob was a pretty average-looking guy, but his wife was very good-looking. She had light brown hair, a slender body, and a way of carrying herself that delivered the message that at one time she had been an absolute stunner. To their right were Jim and Mary that looked to be the oldest couple at what I guessed was around fifty. While showing some signs of age, they made up for it with their witty conversation that usually had the group laughing.

While the conversation continued, I noticed Bob pick up a small wooden box, extract something and place it in the hookah. Almost immediately, a sweet aroma filled the room and he reached for one of the hoses.

“Go easy, Bob. It’s strong,” Frank said, stopping the chatter for a moment.

The smell and his warning let me know that the substance being burned was very likely illegal. I had consumed my fair share of pot in college and Abby had admitted trying it several times, but it had been years and I knew the current strains were stronger. We watched as Bob sucked gently on the hose and after several seconds emitted a stream of smoke from his mouth. He offered the hose to his wife Irene while at the same time Jim took one of the other hoses. With my focus on the developments at our end of the tent, I didn’t notice at first that Frank had fired up the other device, and now that there were two going, I knew it wouldn’t be long before our turn came.

Bare Boat and Bare Naked

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This is a story about four couples sailing a bare boat- bare naked in the British Virgin Islands.

Two years of Covid certainly took its toll on our travel plans and our swingers’ lifestyle. When one of our new golf buddies and long-time life stylers, Tommie and his partner, Audra invited us to sail the BVI with them and two other couples, we took about one minute to say, “hell yes.”

Tommie had dozens of sailings in the BVI under his belt and he and his very hot partner loves to pull together like-minded friends with benefits to sail bare naked on a luxurious 48-foot Catamaran named Electrify. My wife Jean and I grew up on the water, so we were confident we’d make a great addition to the crew. Adam and his partner, Sheila from Savannah lived on an old Carver, so they were experienced while the fourth couple, Ike and Charlene were tender foots.

Captain Tommie and his partner, Audra knew each of the three couple, but the other couples had not met. One Saturday evening a couple of weeks before our February departure date, Tommie and Audra invited everyone over their house to share a batch of Tommie’s secret chili recipe.

It was in the 30s, crazy cold for Florida when we met. The hot tub wasn’t that warm, but Tommie, Adam and Jean braved the less-than-optimal water temp but by the time the rest of us headed to the jacuzzi the water temp was in the 80s. Too cold for many of us.

As the trip approached, we were challenged by the covid protocols still in place since Omicron was still an issue. We all had to take a covid test to get into St. Thomas and another to water taxi to Tortola in the BVI. BVI had only welcomed travelers a couple of months earlier.

We arrived on Super Bowl Sunday, midafternoon, checked out the yacht and grabbed an early dinner as the marina provisioned the boat. Tommie and Audra went through the order making sure we had the 30 bottles of champagne, 10 cases of Carib, 6 bottles of rum and the ton of food ordered. Among the eight of us, we also had enough gummies to keep everyone smiling, high and horny.

We grabbed a table at Pussers and had an excellent early supper before boarding Electrify.

Although the boat was docked among six other boats, Adam’s clothes all came off the minute we stepped aboard and the rest of us got as close to naked as we dared. It felt great. The quarters were ample. Each couple had either a king or queen bed and their own head. The outside salon had tons of seating and the inside salon and galley had a commensurate amount. It had been a long day of travel- multiple flights and a water taxi ride so everyone hit the sack early that evening.

Day one: Jean and Bob

Monday morning dawned sunny and breezy and after a short briefing from the charter company and a little more grocery shopping, we motored out of Soper’s Hole headed for our first night’s mooring. All clothes were discarded. Ike, Charlene, Jean and I grabbed towels and headed forward to the trampoline over the open water. It was blowing steady out of the east at about 20 knots so when we got out of the harbor and into open sea that trampoline holding the four of us gave us a good ride. Ike was feeling a bit queasy, so he and Charlene headed back to the fantail. Jean was drinking up the rays looking amazing as the sun licked her body.

Jean’s breasts moved with the motion of the boat and her pussy looked so good with her clit peeking through its hood. My eyes feasted over her, and my cock rose to full attention. Jean rolled toward me wrapping her pussy around my leg as she leaned in to kiss me, whispering to me that she wanted to put on a little show for the rest of the crew.

I said, “What do you have in mind?” She replied with,” Let’s start out by showing them how I impale myself on your 8 inches.”

Jean knows all the ways to make me rock hard and she immediately went for the gusto by rolling my right nipple with her left hand and sucking and licking my left nipple with her hot, very wet mouth. I selfishly let her perform her oral magic while she stroked my very erect member with her other hand. She nearly got me off doing that as the motion of the boat, her hands and mouth, her wet pussy grinding on my leg and the knowledge that we had an audience had me close.

I rolled out from under her and repositioned myself on my knees between her legs. I started slowly lapping at her pussy swirling my very wet tongue around her lips before plunging my tongue as deep as possible in her opening. From there I moved up her slit to roll my tongue in a circle over her very engorged clit. Her hips rose and fell as I completed the journey over and over.

My tongue lashing was taking toward her first O when she decided she’d like to show off to our audience. She hissed, “I want you down my throat.”

“Ok, if I have to, I joked.”

I slid down on my knees on top of her already and we were in the 69 position as she slid up under me. She started by taking my balls in her mouth, ever so gently and grup escort began swirling her tongue around and around. I knelt enjoying what she was doing for quite some time before I bent over her spread pussy. I pulled back her legs giving me 100% access to her two holes and her clit, and my feasting began.

She loves having her mouth filled with my balls but the main course for her is my shaft. She wrapped her hand around it and started to ingest it inch by inch. She started with one hand around the base of my cock so she could control the penetration depth. Within a minute or two the entire length was buried down her throat. She loves that but, she loves what she did next even more. She knows that if she slides her hands down to my nipples pinching and squeezing them that my cock will get even thicker and longer.

The boat was rising and falling on the waves, and I was lost in our passion. I was ravaging her pussy, clit and anus with my mouth, tongue and fingers; she was moaning even as her mouth was filled with my cock. I smacked her buns smartly one time and slid my thumb deep into her tight hole while sucking and swirling furiously with my tongue and mouth on her pussy. I slid my other thumb into her pussy taking her over the top as she spasmed with pleasure. I kept my mouth glued to her as the waves of pleasure washed over her two more times.

She was so sensitive at that point that she extricated herself from the deep throating she was giving and rolled on her back.

She was spent from the orgasms she had just experienced but bellowed anyway, “Fuck me, Fuck me deep, Fuck me hard and fill me up.”

Her juices were dripping down her thighs and she was splayed wide open. I said as I perched over her with my shaft in hand, “Are you ready to get fucked; everyone is watching? I’m going to pump you until you can’t see straight.”

I looked up facing the helm where the other six were watching. My cock was in my hand, and it was throbbing and so engorged that it was purple. It met no resistance until it reached her cervix. I maintained that deep penetration for a time until she yelled out, “Fuck me like you mean it.”

I pulled it out until my cock head was nestles against her clit. Then I slowly began long smooth strokes all the way in and all the way out. Several deep strokes later her back arched, her face twisted and she spasmed around me as she came. Her pussy was like velvet and the sensation of her involuntary squeezing was taking me higher and higher.

“I’m getting close, “I said “But I’m going to make you come again before we come together; Ok Baby?”

“Then fuck me harder, “she blurted out.

I picked up the pace plowing her roughly as the boat pitched. Our bodies were slapping against each other, and I totally forgot where we were or who was watching. Moments later, she cried out in ecstasy. Our juices were everywhere but I kept it up. She was in another place as the orgasms washed over her again and again. My pace became erratic as I neared my climax, and she squeezed my cock with everything she had. When we came together, I bellowed, “Fuuuucccckkk” and rode an incredible wave of pleasure. My arms gave out and as I rolled off her. The gang clapped and whistled their approval. We nestled close enjoying the sun and sea breeze.

Party time

That afternoon we jumped into our launch and made the half-mile trip to The Bitter End. We enjoyed fresh caught seafood and some island favorite drinks. We planned on snorkeling a bit around our mooring in the afternoon but since we had a fair number of beverages almost everyone crashed when we got back to Electrify.

Audra and Sheila took over the galley to prepare us a steak dinner. Adam fired up the gas BBQ in the stern and we prepared ribeye to everyone’s liking. As the sun set, the eight naked sailors enjoyed a pitcher of Pina Coladas and some gummies. Ike and Adam hooked up their smartphone to the 8-speaker system. There were other vessels around us but, truth be told, we didn’t care. Singing turned into singing and dancing, inhibitions bit the dust and Sheila and Charlene decided that pole dancing on the two poles that anchored the canopy, was in order. Yikes, they were sexy and lewd. Sheila is a very well-endowed strawberry blonde with a very sexy demeanor so when she worked the pole the sexual energy was oozing from all her pores and when Charlene began working the other pole, she complemented Sheila’s lewdness as she played the audience with her luscious breasts and steaming hot shaved pussy. All the guys wanted to motorboat each of them as well as get lost in those pussies.

Kenny Chesney and Jim Buffet music blared as we sung and danced. Captain Tommie and Audra nestled against each other on one of the love seats, Audra stroking Tommie’s cock to semi hardness. Tommie was certainly enjoying that, but he was also mesmerized by Sheila’s and Charlene’s gyrations. The captain deserved special treatment iranlı escort so each of the women took a turn at pleasuring him. Sheila was the first to lap dance for him and when she slithered against him, Audra inserted his now fully erect cock inside Sheila. She sunk down taking the full length while Tommie buried his face in her boobs. It was a sight.

The captain’s special night continued when Sheila was replaced by Charlene. Charlene knelt in front of Tommie taking his cock with her hands and mouth. She slurped the remains of his cum and Sheila’s juices from his dick and he was in heaven for the second time. She mounted him reverse cowgirl style rising and falling very slowly eliciting low moans. After her dirty dancing and watching Sheila, she was very turned on. She impaled herself on his dick. He dug his fingers into her butt cheeks, pulling her as close and deep as possible Their guttural moans rose to a crescendo and it was something to see and hear when each of them got lost within each other.

Sheila, after servicing Tommie so well got on the table and danced for Adam who was ready to fuck anyone he could. His dick was at full attention when Audra and Sheila sat next to him and began double teaming him with their hands and mouth. After ten minutes of sucking, he invited them into his cabin requiring each woman to present their dripping pussies to him. At that point the door closed, and we could only imagine how much carnal pleasure they enjoyed.

Things weren’t quite winding down on deck. Ike and Charlene decided that they might enjoy the salon table. Ike started by motorboating Charlene’s wonderful full breasts. Then, he grabbed a couple of cushions and pushed her back on the table. Charlene was so turned on that she began moaning the moment Ike went down on her. Her moans were replaced by cussing loud enough that I’m sure the boat next to us could hear loud and clear. Ike invited Charlene to put her legs on each of his shoulders so he could do a deep dive on her pussy. Charlene was very beautiful down there. Her slit was three inched long with just a hint of blonde hair. Ike knew how to please his mate. He used both of his hands to spread those lips allowing him full access to her clit and opening. He probed with his finger taking her higher and higher. She came twice before Ike stepped back letting her legs relax. He invited her to stand so he could fuck her from behind. There is only one word for Ike’s anatomy at that moment- BIG. His shaft was significant, very thick and likely about seven inches but what stood out were the size of his balls. They were the biggest I’ve ever seen.

When he entered Charlene from behind, she moaned deeply, bending further over the table. He started pumping her slowly, but he picked up just a little speed and pushed a little harder with each stroke. It wasn’t long before his balls slapping against her at the end of each stroke was the loudest thing you could here. She was lost as he pounded into her and against her. He seemed like he could maintain this pace forever, but Charlene begged for him to come with her. She was experiencing wave after wave of orgasms and when he obliged by spewing his seed into her the two of them were locked together as one. Charlene nearly passed out on the table.

Following Ike and Charlene’s escape to their cabin, there were only three of us left on deck, Tommie, Jean and I. Jean was crazy horny as she had been sitting on my lap during much of the shenanigans. Tommie’s partner, Audra was in the cabin with Adam and Sheila when Ike and Charlene began their show. Jean thought he needed his third pussy of the evening, so she playfully headed for him crawling on her knees. When she reached him, she smiled and whispered, “Your turn, again.”

She encircled his cock with her mouth and started swirling her tongue around his cockhead. He grew bigger and bigger as he pushed her down firmly with both hands. Loving this, she swallowed his shaft adding to is pleasure. She had amazing staying power but as Tommie got closer and closer to coming, she moved up from her knees and climbed on top of him. As she slid down his shaft, his head went back, and he wrapped his arms around her butt pulling her as deep as he could. He didn’t last too long as she was riding high and slamming low. He moaned that he was about to come, and she came back with, “I want every drop you have, so give it to me captain.” He did!

So, I’m the only guy left that hasn’t had a partner. My cock was in hand as I watched the antics unfold but I knew Jean or one of the others would take care of my “problem” at some point. It was big and purple and nasty when Jean, after fucking Tommie said, “Hey big boy, I’d like some more.”

I said, “Where?”

She headed toward our cabin, and I obediently followed.

New Friends

Two days of fun and fuckery, later, we were ready for the longest sail of the week from Virgin Gorda to Anagada.

Anagada keçiören escort is the only non-volcanic island in the BVI; its origin is coral reef. The sail from Virgin Gorda to it covers about 20 miles and is open “ocean.” We set sail at daybreak with a stiff 25 knot breeze from the south that had us skimming along at almost 14 knots. The seas were substantial as we hurled forward with a following sea of 4-6 feet. The conditions had the captain’s attention, but we were under control. But that changed when we were about halfway across the expanse. Squalls encircled us; the winds freshened to over 40 knots and the swells were getting close to 10 feet. Tommie admitted later that he was a bit puckered up during the 15-20 “white knuckle” minutes we endured. We reefed the sail to slow the vessel down to gain better control; everyone kept their breakfasts down and the easterlies subside back to the usual 18-25 knots. Anagada is harder to see than the other British Virgin Islands, but it wasn’t long before the GPS routing gave us our first glimpse of the island with its reefs.

One of the highlights of a BVI sail is the lobster dinners on Anagada. There are a couple of dive restaurants that specialize in the delicacies, so we made reservations for 7PM. Until then, we explored the beach and its handful of bars. Unfortunately, clothing wasn’t optional, so we found ourselves ashore wearing bathing suits even though some were barely loin cloths!

We met lots of locals as well as folks making their way around the islands, like us. Midafternoon we found ourselves throwing back some Caribs at one of the tiki bars in the sand. Several the patrons were dancing to Bob Marley, Kenny Chesney and Jim Buffet. An hour or two into midafternoon, some three couples began to mingle with Jean and me. We learned that they were also enjoying a bare boat and bare-naked cruise on another of the boats out of Tortola. They didn’t make reservations for lobster dinners that night, so we invited them to join us for dinner at Potters Landing. Being the horn dog, I am, I hoped that dinner was only the beginning of a very steamy night. We went back to our Cat to shower before dinner.

The eight of us piled into the launch before 7PM and headed over to the dock. It was only a ten-minute ride, but we had to take it easy as we were weighted down, and the chop was getting us wet. Our ladies were dressed just a bit below modest. Charlene had on a lacy see through top and a barely there skirt, Sheila had on a tube top that presented her cleavage for everyone to admire and Jean had on a zipper down top and a set of boy shorts that accentuated her butt’s curves.

We got there just a bit ahead of our new friends and settled into our seats at the picnic table. A few minutes later John and Carol, Patrick and Mary and Dale and Suzie shuffled in. All three of the women wore sheer sundresses and, as it turns out nothing more. The guys dressed like guys!

Dinner was excellent. The lobsters and all the fixings were perfect. Conversation flowed freely and after a couple of hours of conversation and flirting it was time to leave. Captain Tommie invited everyone back to Electrify for some more drinks and some 420 gummies for dessert. They looked at each other for just a second and said, “Let’s go.”

We tied the two launches portside and climbed up the swim platform. Ike and Adam cranked up the toons and the party began. Audra and I shared our gummies with all that wanted them. Ike, Charlene, John and Carol did some very dirty dancing and next thing we knew her dress was pulled over her head. Carol was petite but had an amazing body with all the bumps in all the right places. Charlene lost her clothes as did John and Ike. All the rest of the group followed their lead, and everyone was naked and “not afraid.”

As Cheeseburger in Paradise resonated over the sound system, Tommie, Audra, Mary and Pat decided it was time for a swim. They belly flopped off the fantail.

Jean and I were sitting on one of the padded benches alongside Serge and Suzie. Jean left and came back but this time she sat on the end next to Serge leaving me next to Suzie. Suzie was tall, slim but curvaceous Latina goddess that had an amazing butt. Her nipples were long and puffy, and her pussy was expressive as her lips accentuated her very out-front and pronounced clit. I had to have her, I thought.

She wasn’t shy as she sidled closer. She wrapped her right hand around my extremely hard and throbbing cock and whispered to me, “I’ve never held a cock this big before.”

I was floating on a nice 420 high and quipped back, “The gummy has you seeing things!” To which she replied, “Oh no, I know big when I see it.”

She took me by the hand and had me stand up. I stood up all right and she pushed me back against the table. She slid her hands up my body starting at the hips. She caressed my chest and arms and stopped with both hands encircling my face; we dove into a passionate and very deep kiss that lasted through much of Toby Keith’s anthem of I Ain’t as Good as I Once Was but I’m as Good Once as I Ever Was. My head was spinning with the effects of the kiss and the THC. By this time her hands had left my face. They were all over my back and rear and mine were squeezing her gorgeous butt cheeks for all they were worth.

Work Place Encounters Ch. 04

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Since Kay had done so well when we were out buying her some new bras I thought that I might as well see if she was ready for even more and see just how far she would go without backing down. I told Kay that I would meet her in the parking lot after work in a few days and gave her quick instruction on what to wear. Just like before I simply passed on the instructions and left so she couldn’t ask any questions or make any comments.

At the appointed time I was waiting in my car in the parking lot and Kay walked out of the door to meet me. She took a quick look around to see if anyone say her before she walked over and got in the front seat next to me. I asked her what was in her rather large hand bag, and she showed me the clothes that she had been wearing at work that day.

I told her to walk over and leave them in her car, and then come back to me. She nodded and slowly walked over to her car and placed the bag in the trunk of her car. As she walked back towards me I was able to catch a couple of quick glimpses of her legs as her coat parted and I could tell she was wearing the stockings and garter belt as I had instructed.

When she got into the car she was holding her coat tightly and quickly snapped her seat belt together. We drove a few minutes in silence and then when we stopped at a red light I asked her to show me what she was wearing. I will give her credit as she didn’t even look to see if anyone else was near us, but just untied her coat and pulled it open for me to have a look.

I could now see why she had been nervous leaving work. Even though I had not told her one way or the other she had not worn any panties with her stockings and garter belt. She was virtually nude under her coat as the black stocking and garter belt nicely framed her pussy and her black half cup bra held her breast up so her nipples were proudly on display.

I heard a horn honk and thought that the light had changed, but instead it was a guy in a pickup truck next to us enjoying the show. Kay froze, but didn’t close her coat and as the light changed I just said “leave it open,” which she did as I drove away. This allowed several commuters the opportunity to glance into the car and see a naked woman as we drove the next 5 or so minutes along a 4 lane city road.

When we turned onto the expressway I waved at her to cover up and we were now in rush hour traffic and I didn’t want an already irate driver calling the police to complain dikmen escort about seeing a nude woman. I asked Kay how she was doing and feeling, and after some thought she told me that she had never been this turned on in her life, and couldn’t believe that she had been exposing herself as we were driving along. She said that she’d been startled by the honking horn, but after she had looked over at me she wanted to expose herself to the driver all the more. She finally asked where we were going and I told her that since she’d enjoyed our last adventure I thought I’d take her out where she would be able to play with some men even more. She asked what I meant by that, so I just asked her how many guys did she think she could fuck in and evening? She looked a bit shocked, but I was even more shocked when she said that she hadn’t fucked anyone for the last 4 years. She hadn’t dated anyone for quite a long time now, and had given up on looking for sex after several unsatisfactory attempts.

By now we had pulled into the parking lot of a rather small adults only store that advertised itself as an “adult emporium” which made it sound like it was really a big business, but it wasn’t. Since it was the end of the work day I knew there’d be a few guys in the store who had stopped in before going home. This store didn’t have any video booths, but it did have a large room in the back that was used for people to watch videos. It seated about 10-15 people in various chairs and benches.

I paid the entrance fee and as we approached the door the guy behind the counter punched a button and the door opened and buzzed all at once. I guess the buzzed was to warn everyone that he door was opening in case of a raid or something. We stood in the back for a few minutes and watched as everyone either went back to what they had been doing, or watched to see what we would do.

I noticed an empty bench off to the side and pulled Kay over to it. As soon as we sat down I untied her coat and opened it wide so that everyone would be able to see that she was almost naked. It didn’t take along for most of the eyes to turn towards us and wait for a signal. The only people who didn’t continue to look at Kay were an old man and a young guy who were busy playing with each other across the room.

The guy that was closest to us started to slide his chair over to get a better look, and pretty soon there emek escort were several chairs being moved so they faced towards Kay. It was too dark, and a bit too loud to whisper to her so instead I just started to pull her tits a bit and began to stroke her pussy. To say that she was soaking wet would be an understatement! After a few minutes, and one more buzzer for the door where everyone froze, I whispered that I wanted her coat.

She didn’t say anything, but just pulled her arms out of the sleeves and lifted herself up as I slid it out from under her. This was an obvious sign to all the men who had been waiting and several moved over and started to run their hands over her body all at once. She was sitting with her back arched and was squirming around as every part of her body was being touched, pulled or poked by more than one hand. I knew it wouldn’t take long, and quickly both of her hand were wrapped around stiff cocks on either side of her.

I had moved back a bit by now to give every one better access to her body. One guy had kneeled before her and was doing his best to lick her to an orgasm. She was pumping a cock with each hand and had another stiff cock over her shoulder rubbing along side her head. I could tell she was starting to lose control as she suddenly quite giving the hand jobs and let the guy between her legs do his job.

She soon as she arched her back even more and seemed to almost come off the seat as she quickly stroked each of the men to an orgasm. Both of them sprayed cum across her body so that her tits almost became the X where they crossed. By now the guy behind her didn’t want to hold off any longer so he let go his load in her hair, pretty much behind her right ear. He continued to rub his wet cock in her hair as she reached out and grabbed two more cocks that had come on each side of her.

I couldn’t take it any longer so I pushed my way to stand in front of her and as I rubbed my cock on her lips she opened wide. I don’t think she has a clue who’s cock she was sucking on, she later told me she didn’t, but she sucked and licked for all she was worth and quickly got a mouth full of cum. About the same time the guy on her left also let go with his load and deposited even more cum on her tits and stomach.

At this point there were still 3-4 guys who were waiting so I just said. “If you want to fuck her get a condom.” There eryaman escort was a bit of commotion, but at once there was a rubber covered cock in front of her waiting to use her pussy. Several of the guys moved her around and got her into position where each could have easy access to her seldom used cunt. After the first guy they had formed a line, and several of those in line were guys who had already left their cum on Kay’s tits.

It seemed like each guy was getting off in a couple of minutes as the line moved right along. She had been taken by at least 6 guys, I made sure the were all wearing condoms, but otherwise let them go at her, when the door buzzer went off and startled everyone in the room. I quickly stood Kay up and pulled her coat onto her and we managed to be quietly seated when the door opened.

It was just another guy looking to see what was going on, but it had broken the mood for everyone so we moved towards the door. As we left there were several words of “thank you,” “come back again,” “please don’t leave.” and the like. As we moved out into the store it was fairly well lit and I could see that Kay was quite covered in cum. In addition to the guy who had used her hair she had several globs of cum stick to her face and neck. We got a few wishful looks as we passed some guys that had just entered the store.

We got back to the car and when Kay eased herself into the seat I asked her how she was. She indicated that she was a bit sore, and especially since one of the guys had fucked her in the ass. During all the commotion I hadn’t even noticed, but was happy that she had just taken it without complaining. I asked if she would do it again or was it too much for her to handle? She said that she was too sore right now to respond, but said that she had enjoyed every minute of it.

She said that she has always felt rather unattractive (she’s not) but that her sister had always been the pretty, popular one in the family. This evening was really the first time that she had felt popular and felt that men really desired her, wanted to have sex with her, and not someone else. It was a real ego boost for her, but she would have never done it without me being there to challenge her watch over her.

I would have to start planning the next event, but she’d need some time to recover from this one first. She didn’t say much else as I drove her back to the parking lot to her car. When we got there we were both surprised to see that we had only been gone 1 1/2 hours. That meant that all the time she was being used at the adult store was only about 30 minutes. We figured that she’d taken at least a dozen loads of cum in one way or another in a half hour. She seemed pretty proud of herself as she slowly eased her way out on my car and into hers.

Auto Parts , Body Work

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Her name is Chanzie. She is a fifty one year old woman from San Jose California. She has been married for nineteen years to a successful software engineer in Silicon Valley. Over the course of their marriage, Chanzie realized that the excitement and physical attraction had greatly faded over the years. She had become intensely bored and felt unappreciated in almost every aspect. It wasn’t surprising that she was looking for a friend to talk to, maybe have lunch, and have great crazy sex. Something that Chanzie was missing for years. Chanzie wasn’t working at this time and her days were dragging on filled with thoughts of sexual fantasies. One that came to mind was a fantasy that she had when she was just married. She kept the fantasy to herself and never told her husband although perhaps she should have. As Chanzie envisioned herself in the fantasy, she felt the excitement build in her. It was as if her body awoke and came alive.

When Chanzie was in her late twenties, she worked as a secretary in an Insurance office. The office was located a few doors down from an auto parts store and repair garage. She parked her car in the lot a block away and walked by the shop every day on her way to work. She remembered the cat calls that she got from the boys in the shop everyday. She briskly walked past the boys and did not acknowledge them but inside she was flattered and loved the attention. She always had a smile on her face when she arrived at work.

Fast forwarding twenty four years, Chanzie still has the look to turn a young man’s head. Still time has taken its toll as it does on everyone. She always had an inviting smile and a sexy look in her eye. Chanzie was now fifty one, a tall woman at five foot eight and 5’11″in her fuck me pumps. She is a full figured big beautiful woman with lots of curves. Chanzie was a very promiscuous girl in her twenties and explored many sexual desires. It’s a far cry from what her life has become in her current situation at home. The wheels started turning in Chanzies head and she began to do some research. They lived in downtown San Jose and there were several body shops and auto part stores in and around the city. She decided to look at auto stores first.

There were three stores that interested Chanzie. It was still early in the morning and hubby would not be home until late. The traffic is always a nightmare. She walked into the bedroom and got dressed. First, she went to her closet and pick out a pair of black spiked high heels. Then to her dresser esat escort for some black thigh highs, push up bra, lacy thong, and a denim mini skirt with a cleavage revealing halter top. With a little make up and bright red lipstick that would attract the attention she was looking for. First stop was Mayfair Auto Wreckers & Auto Parts. It was farther out of the city than she would have liked so she basically walked in and said hello and then left. Next was San Jose Auto Body Parts. Although she thought that the name was sexy, they didn’t close until six o’clock and that was too late for what she had in mind.

Weaver Auto Parts Specialists was the closest location and they closed at five o’clock. Weaver Auto seemed to be a perfect location. It was located in a very nice neighborhood. Chanzie opened the door of the store and was immediately welcomed by two young handsome men behind the counter. She could feel the intensity of their eyes as they stared at her exposed cleavage and her tight mini skirt. Chanzie approached the men at the counter, leaned over the glass and told them she needs some help with body parts. They asked her what kind of car that she had. She told them that she owned a sexy and delicious candy apple red Mercedes with a very soft white leather interior. Chanzie asked them if they were the only workers in the store. They told her that there were two other guys in the backroom garage that worked on custom audio systems. She told them that’s perfect and that she was in a need of a tune up. Confirming that they closed at five o’clock, Chanzie told the young men that she would return later after running a couple errands.

Chanzie really didn’t have any errands to attend to so she stopped at a local pub down the street from the auto store. She went to the bar and sat down. She was almost immediately hit on by two guys and one woman. She couldn’t believe the attention she was getting and how nice it felt. One gentleman bought her a Jagermeister. She hadn’t had one of those in years since she was single. It tasted so good that Chanzie had another one. This time, she ordered a double and a chaser. Ten minutes to five arrived very quickly. Chanzie said a quick goodbye and left the pub for the auto store. As she arrived, she could see one of the guys pulling down the blinds and getting ready to close. She opened the door and walked in. One young man told her that we are closing and we won’t be opening again until Monday. The Jagermeister etimesgut escort must have blocked Chanzie’s inhibitions entirely. All four young men were standing behind the counter when she blurted out in full voice ” I want all four of you guys to fuck me while I suck your cocks” All the guys got wide eyed and grinned at her in total amazement.

After the initial shock of what they heard, the guys looked at each other and walked toward her. Clearly this woman knew exactly what she wanted and they were happy to oblige. One young man continued to close up shop and lock the doors while another walked over to Chanzie and gave her a welcoming hug as he massaged her breasts. They made her feel comfortable, took her by the hand and led her to the back room garage. It was a larger room than it had looked. There were workbenches with a lot of audio equipment and storage racks full of supplies. In the back of the garage there was a restroom, shower and a queen size bed. On the walls were hanging several centerfolds of women from Taboo and Hustler magazine. Chanzie told the guys that this was her first time doing anything like this and they all said that it was theirs as well. Everyone including Chanzie was extremely excited and she couldn’t believe that her fantasy was about to come true. She couldn’t help but wonder what her husband would think or say if he knew of her behavior.

Three of the guys started to undress, the forth continued to massage Chanzies breasts from behind. He found and opened the zipper on the back of her mini skirt and it fell to her ankles. She kicked it off to the side of the bed. Then he untied her halter top and unhooked her bra. Chanzie was old enough to be everyone’s mother and she loved the idea of having all these young hard cocks all to herself. She squatted on the floor along side of the bed sucking on her left breast while fingering her pussy with her right hand.

The guys circled around her while stroking their cocks next to her face. All of them were shaved or neatly trimmed. Every cock was different and unique. All of them were cut. One was long and slim. One was short and very wide. She couldn’t put her fingers around it. One was curved upward and one was hung like a horse. Hi penis had a huge bulbous head that Chanzie could barely get her mouth around. She couldn’t believe that she was enjoying such a delicious sex buffet.

As their cocks grew harder, Chanzie pulled each one etlik escort to her mouth and eagerly sucked them. The salty taste and a musky scent made her more than anxious. Now that their cocks were rock hard, she couldn’t wait to feel them inside her wet pussy and ass. Only one of the guys exploded in Chanzies mouth. Some of his cum dripped down her chin and onto her breasts. By now, her pussy was so wet. She felt a couple droplets run down her inner thigh. She was so excited. Her heart was beating faster and faster with anticipation. She longed for this day.

Chanzie pushed her tits up to her lips and licked the cum off her nipples. One young man helped her up by the waist and she stood up. Then, another guy layed down on the bed and pulled Chanzie facing him on top in a cowgirl position. With his cock deep in her pussy and her ass in the air, another guy fingered her ass and lubed her with his spit. She was still wearing her fuck me pumps and moving her bubble butt back and forth begging to be ass fucked. He slowly penetrated her tight asshole with his long thin cock while she cried to fuck her harder. Chanzie experienced anal sex with her husband many years ago but nothing could compare with the double penetration in her pussy and ass with these young cocks. She wanted more and commanded another to fuck her face. The third young man positioned himself in front of her, grabbed a handful of her hair with both hands and thrust his hard cock in her mouth and down her throat.

The four eager young men fucked Chanzie in alternating positions from her mouth to her wet pussy and tight ass just like she envisioned. The furious fuck fest lasted a little more than an hour before it was time to get ready to go. Chanzie couldn’t remember the last time she had experienced so many orgasms at one time. She lost count as her eyes kept rolling to the back of her head. She felt her gaping ass and cum filled pussy dripping from the young studs. They paused for a drink of water and took a breath. Two of the young men said that they had to get going. Presumably they were going home to their wives or girlfriends. They offered a shower to Chanzie so that she could get freshened up. She took them up on their offer and jumped into the shower.

It didn’t take long for Chanzie to shower and get dressed. She needed to get home before seven thirty so as to not create suspicion. While getting ready Chanzie expressed her gratitude to the guys and thanked them for their participation in an experience that was one of her favorite and long standing sexual fantasies. They said goodbye to Chanzie. walked across the store to open the entrance door so she could leave. Chanzie left with a smile on her face and told the guys “Mmm, that’s what I like…you guys do great bodywork!” I’m definitely going to recommend your parts department to all my friends”.

Will and Lynn Share the Friend

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Lynn awoke from her dream and began caressing her thighs and breasts. Their curtains were open, and she gazed at the bright white stars against the blackest sky she’d seen for years. In her dream, a friend of hers from school was here at the hotel, and she’d been lovingly and yet vigorously fellating him in his room.

He’d been moaning with pleasure, nearly crying, as she massaged and squeezed his leaking cock with her tongue, palate and throat. She could sense that he was straining to avoid being too rough with her as he cupped and pinched her breasts, and stroked and tugged at her hair. In her passion, she sought to take him over the edge of desire, to see what he was capable of doing to satisfy their lust for each other.

Her dream had ended before any sort of satisfying conclusion had been reached, and now, in the logic of her waking and lustful brain, she realized that she HAD to wake Will up for a very important fucking session.

Playing with Will’s body while he slept was one of Lynn’s devilish pleasures. She enjoyed that fact that he was “hers” to fondle and play with as she wished. Molest, even. In her near dreaming state, she stroked his naked thighs and buttocks as he lay sleeping on his side, then moved to his front and picked up where her dream had left off, loving the feeling that she’d brought two penises to erection in quick succession with her silky mouth.

Lagging well behind his penis, Will’s body slowly began to stir and Lynn stayed with him, straddling his legs, and reaching her fingers to sooth her swelling clitoris. She was torn between wanting to actually feel her beloved friend’s cock explode in her mouth, versus feeling it stretch and fill her yearning pussy. As the result of 100,000 years of natural selection, her pussy won the debate and Lynn authoritatively inserted Will’s rigid cock into herself and began riding it as deeply into her pelvis as possible, quickly satisfying herself, and Will as well.

Last to awaken, Will’s mind finally decided to try to regain a sense of dignity for the day. “There’s an interesting lecture today that you don’t have to be an autistic neuroscientist to enjoy, you should go with me. If nothing else, it will give you a chance to mentally molest the smartest Jewish men in the world,” he said.

“Mmmm. I love ogling men, especially Jewish men, except those Orthodox ones that don’t want me to wear shorts. P.S. I think they love it when I wear shorts,” said Lynn playfully. Will agreed while thinking about Lynn in her shorts and cupped her delicious ass with both cebeci escort hands.

At the lecture, they sat with Gabe, Will’s longtime friend from college, whom Lynn had grown to love from interacting with him at the world tour of scientific meetings that she’d been on with Will. Afterwards, Will and Gabe remained in Science World, leaving Lynn feeling alone and frustrated in Fuck Me Now World. “Gentlemen, shall we adjourn ourselves to the secluded hot tub to continue this conversation,” intoned Lynn, doing an amazing impression of a man. “Capital idea,” returned Will.

In the tub with pina coladas in hand, Lynn allowed the boys to continue their discussion. She wasn’t against the intellectual aspect of their lives, she just preferred that they engage in it while sitting nearly naked with her in a hot tub that mimicked a secluded tropical mountain waterfall. Now that she had gotten her wish, she enjoyed talking with them about the issues raised in the lecture. The way Gabe and Will listened and reflected on what she was saying, rather than use her comments as a socially acceptable way to engage in their own monologues made her feel very aroused.

At one point, she moved directly in front of Gabe to look him in the eyes and support herself by holding onto his shoulders to help convey her ideas. Gabe smiled, uncomfortable despite his friendship wth Lynn. He looked at Will, but saw no signs of stress or displeasure with the situation. Feeling that she’d made not just her point, but a better friend of Gabe, Lynn sat down next to him and put her arm around him lovingly.

“I love you fellas,” concluded Lynn as she continued to nestle against Gabe’s side. “I think we should go back to our room and take showers and think about dinner.”

Gabe laughed nervously at this, but Lynn refused to act embarrassed. “I’m serious, Gabe, come back to our place, your room is on the other end of the hotel.”

“She’s right, Gabe, our room is right here,” reassured Will. Lynn wrapped her arms around both of her men as they walked on either side of her back to the room.

Lynn ran the water in the shower stall. It was huge, and had two shower heads on the wall, and a waterfall showerhead on the ceiling. Helping Gabe navigate this unique social situation, Lynn entered the shower with her swimsuit on, and invited Gabe and Will to join her.

As the shower warmed their chilled bodies, Lynn pulled down the top of her suit, revealing her seemingly gravity defying breasts. Uncomfortable, çukurambar escort Gabe turned towards a showerhead, but undaunted, Lynn approached his back with a handful of shower gel, and began lathering and massaging his back. “Guys, I don’t know about this,” opined Gabe the scientist.

Will stepped in to calm him. “Gabe, you deserve this, it’s OK. I’m the one who doesn’t deserve anything,” he joked. To Lynn, neuroticism was eroticism, and she was relishing the opportunity to provide some brief fucking-focused psychotherapy to her two friends.

Lynn aimed her mouth up to Gabe’s ear and said “Yes, sweetie, you DESERVE this. And I deserve this too. You’ve got a scrumptious body that is unfairly not currently touching mine,” cooed Lynn in her best teasing voice. Will’s cock ached and the sound of her words, and he could only imagine the effect they were having on Gabe. Actually, he didn’t need to imagine, as Gabe now had an uncomfortable appearing erection being restrained by his swimsuit.

Lynn gently and respectfully stretched and pulled Gabe’s swimsuit to untangle his penis, then let them drop with a splash to the floor. Rather than go right to his shaft, she began lathering his chest and arms. Gabe stretched his arms against the wall, closed his eyes, and let his head hang down.

“Sweetheart, I’ll be on the bed,” said Will as he left Lynn and Gabe in the shower.

Now Lynn brought her hands down to Gabe’s penis, which was swollen and dangling. She enjoyed the sensation of washing and weighing his testicles in her hands. She took him by the hand and led him directly under the waterfall showerhead. He bent his head under the force of the water, and to provide a means to breathe. Lynn kneeled in front of him, keeping her head down not only to breathe, but to afford her access to Gabe’s limp penis.

She lovingly started nuzzling the base of his shaft and his scrotum, squeezing with her fingers, staying away from his glans to give Gave some control over the situation. After a surprisingly short period of time, Gabe found the wherewithal to hold the back of Lynn’s head and push his erection into her mouth. “Good for him,” she thought as she began earnestly sucking on his cock to reassure him that he was Doing It Right.

After worrying that he was going to spill, Lynn stood and said: “This isn’t enough, my sweet, I need you in my pussy.” She oochied herself the rest of the way out of her swimsuit as Gabe’s gaze locked onto the mesmerizing display of demetevler escort her hips freeing themselves. “Good for him,” she thought again.

On the bed, as if in a trance, Gabe began passionately kissing and hugging Lynn, his erection catching and bouncing on her body. Soon, he flattened Lynn onto her back, and she prepared to be penetrated by Gabe’s franticly thrusting cock. Instead, he began gently kissing and nuzzling the insides of her thighs, gently parting her legs. “VERY good for him,” though Lynn.

Lynn quickly began gasping and crying out in pleasure as Gabe both gently and relentlessly fucked her with his mouth and tongue. She began an obscene litany, which was music to Will’s ears as he enjoyed the way that Gabe sensitively and passionately made love to his lover.

Declaring herself to now be the most out of control person in the room, Lynn began panting, then demanded in a most unladylike way that Gabe penetrate her with his penis. Obediently, Gabe gently placed the leaking head of his cock within Lynn’s wide open pussy, and began to gently ease it within the silkiness of her sex.

Lynn began instantly squeezing his cock before it gained full possession of her, delaying the process, but adding to her pleasure as she felt herself being taken by only the second man in her life. Gabe’s penis was almost numb with pleasure, and he felt that he had reached a plateau that might allow him to service Lynn’s needs for some time.

Wild with pleasure, Lynn used her leg to roll Gabe to his side, turning her back to Will, who had been patiently watching while stroking his own erection. “Will, baby, fuck my little ass with your sweet cock, OK baby?” panted Lynn.

Not as devoid of reason as Lynn had become, Will’s scientific skepticism instantly identified a number of barriers to Lynn’s request, though as a gentleman, he did not give voice to them. Instead, he pressed his penis against Lynn’s gorgeous ass, the sight of which, along with her words, had caused his cock to become as rigid as he thought safely possible.

Lynn pushed back against him, now moaning and remarking on her satisfaction with the situation with increasing volume. Will pushed his glans against the ring of Lynn’s anus, causing her to scream “Oh yes! Don’t stop! I love it!”

At these words, it became clear that Gabe had finally exploded deep inside Lynn, but Lynn continued squeezing and thrusting against his cock. She now stopped her obscenity-laden stream of consciousness, appearing to be concentrating very hard on something. Will pushed harder on her anus, partially entering her, and Lynn screamed and shuddered as her orgasm consumed her, causing Will to ejaculate the small amount of semen that had managed to accumulate in the last few hours.

Will collapsed and closed his eyes, sensing that Gabe was motionless as well.

“What are you guys going to feed me?” asked Lynn perkily.