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Okay, this is a seriously late submission for the Halloween contest, but I hope you enjoy regardless. Regency era story, gay male, vampires, divination.

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October 31, 1815

London, England

It was old and, worse yet, dirty. Truly, at first glance, except for the excessive amount of filth which filled each and every one of its cracks and crevices, it appeared to be completely unremarkable.

In spite of his disdain, Thomas couldn’t force his eyes away from the object his twin sister had just moments before flung onto his bed after rushing into his bedchambers unannounced. It was a hand mirror. At least he thought it might have been, once upon a long time ago, but he hadn’t quite made up his mind yet that a person was truly supposed to gaze into the ghastly object’s reflective depths with hopes to catch an accurate likeness of their visage.

Intrigued, Thomas hunkered down next to the foot of his bed to get a better look. The first thing he noticed was that some of the dirt had broken free of a home it had probably known for years. Absently, he flicked the dried specks of mud to the floor as he continued his perusal. The second thing to attract his attention was the fact that the round mirrored portion appeared to be made of a thin layer of dull gold rather than glass. And that it was currently reflecting a wavy, distorted image of his ceiling, solidifying his opinion as to the value of actually using the mirror as a mirror. The next thing he observed was the ornately carved handle. Though he had no doubt the ivory had once gleamed creamy and bright, it was now a former glory of itself with its sickly shade of dirt encrusted yellow.

The last thing to impress itself upon Thomas’s cognizance was the nature of the carvings. Shocked, he studied them for several long seconds, absolutely sure he had taken leave of his senses. There was no way he could actually be seeing what he thought he was seeing.

The images were disturbing.

And, yet, oddly fascinating.

Men. Naked. Involved in various levels of debauchery. With one another.

The most magnetic scene depicted the naked form of the largest man pressed intimately close to the back of his unclothed lover. And were his—by God, the man’s teeth were buried firmly in the neck of the smaller man!

“Thomas Clancy de Aubonville!”

Thomas’s attention jerked to his sister. For the millionth time he marveled that to be so dainty she possessed a set of lungs to make the town crier weep with envy. From the put upon expression gracing her angelic face he knew she must have called out to him several times already but all to no avail. “I do apologize, Tammy, but your…gift has left me rather speechless.” As an automatic afterthought, he added, “And don’t call me Clancy.”

“It’s not a gift for you, you idiotic lummox.”

The relief which coursed through Thomas was immense. If it had been a gift he hadn’t the faintest idea how he was supposed to have expressed his gratitude. With a mud pie, perhaps? Somehow he didn’t think a simple thank you would have sufficed. “Thank god for small favors. I was sure I was going to have to wait until you’d retired for the evening before burying that thing out in the garden. And if you insist on calling me a name that’s not my own, I prefer handsome lummox.”

Somewhere beneath the voluminous folds of her powder blue gown, one slipper covered foot tapped impatiently. “And if it had been a gift, what exactly would you have told me, Tommy, when I’d asked you to borrow it? Because you do realize I surely would have asked you to borrow it one day? Just to spite you because your distaste is so clear.”

Standing, Thomas flashed his most disarming smile. “Why, I would have told you a fib, of course. That it was lost. Or maybe even stolen.”

“Pfft, you know you can’t lie to me. I know you better than you know yourself.” Tammy tossed a flaxen curl the same shade as his own unruly curls over her slim shoulder and blue eyes the color of the purest sapphire just like his own sparked angrily at him. “I’ve been pouring out my heart to you for the past five minutes, yet you haven’t heard one word, have you? You idiotic oaf.”

He hadn’t. But contrary to the charming endearments his sister so lovingly bestowed on him, Thomas Clancy de Aubonville was no fool. So he knew better than to admit his faux paus.

Thomas loved and adored his twin and was leagues closer to her than to their only other living relative. But since Tammy’s transformation at the onset of the season, their relationship, out of necessity, had changed drastically. Just twelve short months ago she’d been the sister who could ferret out the most sordid of gossip, who could handle a temperamental horse more adeptly than the head groomsman, who could swim like a fish with and, in general, who could search out all manners of mischief with an astounding precision.

In short, she’d been a hoyden.

Now she was, on the surface, an exquisitely coifed, always polished, gently bred young lady of kastamonu escort the ton. Who Thomas encouraged to dutifully dedicate all of her time and attention to finding a respectable husband before she was deemed the dreaded spinster in another three years time at the age of twenty-one. The irony wasn’t lost on Thomas that it was an age several years younger than the age he himself would be expected to wed—a thought which held very little appeal to him since having had his heart dallied with, then cruelly broken, by a well-to-do widow during the season. Lady Miranda’s shrill shrieks of laughter to his foolish public proclamation of everlasting love and her cruel statements that he should aim a bit lower still haunted him on the occasion.

“Loud as you are, God almighty up above in heaven can probably hear you right now so of course I can hear your bellowing as you stand not even two feet from me.”

“Idiotic liar.”

Thomas didn’t take exception to the latter part of the insult as it was the truth. As accused, he’d missed every word of Tammy’s tirade and had no clue as to why she was so worked up. Regardless of what actually had her concerned, Thomas thought it prudent to steer the conversation towards a subject his sister should be worried about, although he was fully aware she probably wasn’t. “The little season’s almost finished, Tammy. And we have to take advantage of every opportunity now. You should be getting ready for tonight’s ball. And I guess I can settle for lummox, oaf, or even liar, if you promise to drop the idiotic part.”

“Why should I bother, Tommy?”

“Because I find that I take grave exception to the verbal abusing of my ability to undertake reasoning of a higher sort.”

With a roll of her eyes, she said, “Not that. I want to know why I should bother going to the ball at all. It’s hopeless. Every last one of my friends received an offer earlier in the year. But not me. At this point, I think it’s clear marriage is not to be part of my destiny.”

The biggest reason for Tammy’s failure to land a husband thus far was because she, like Thomas, was very nearly a penniless pauper, thanks to their elder brother’s squandering of a meager wealth left after their parents’ death in a horrific carriage accident. Added to that fact was the reality that Tammy, like Thomas, was nothing more than the title less, land less, youngest offspring of a lowly baron the ton had never quite forgiven for his scandalous marriage to his favorite servant. The only reason Tammy had had her season at all was a result of what must’ve been Edward’s last strain of restraint. He hadn’t whored, drunk or gambled her trousseau away, instead pressing Thomas into using the funds to hire a companion to teach their sister everything she needed to know about being a proper lady. The remainder had been used to rent Thomas and Tammy a horribly expensive townhouse in the fashionable part of the city, to hire only the necessary staff to man the townhouse and to outfit Tammy with all the gowns, gloves, slippers and jewels needed to complete the misleading appearance of affluence.

In Thomas’s opinion, which was admittedly biased, his sister had been among the most beautiful, if not the most beautiful, presented during the season. But she was still poor, of mixed blood, and now not even coming to her marriage with a dowry. And the snobbish members of the ton knew it and held it against her.

And there was nothing Tammy, nor Thomas, could do about it.

There was also a lesser known reason Thomas held responsible for Tammy’s lack of success to draw a marital offer to date…a reason which had less to do with their dire finances and unsavory pedigree, and more to do with her herself. Specifically, her personality. Her cantankerous, oftentimes very unladylike, personality that no amount of training could rid her of.

Thomas approached his sister, wishing he possessed the ability to instantly solve all of their problems. And to save them from the very real possibility of debtor’s gaol. Because he would. In a heartbeat. Even at his sacrifice rather than that of his twin. But life just didn’t work that way, as demonstrated by Lady Miranda. Tammy’s chances of making the much needed match outpaced those of Thomas’s by a long shot. Placing an arm around her shoulders, Thomas drew her near and consoled, “Your turn is coming. Soon. You just have to be patient. Just for a little while longer.”

She laid her head trustingly against his shoulder. “Do you really think that’s what I’m upset about, Tommy?”

He gently stroked the silken threads flowing down her back and asked, “About what do you speak, love?”

“Do you really think I’m upset over the prospect of not having yet found some buffoon of a man to tie myself to for the rest of what will surely be my miserable life?”

“No, my dear, I don’t think the finding is what is bothering you. I think it’s the thought of being a biddable wife to the buffoon that troubles you.” kayseri escort Thomas gave his sister a playful shove. “Now do tell what that piece of dirt is you’ve deposited on my bed, dear sister. I’m not overly fond of the thought of sleeping with all the worms and maggots crawling off of it.”

She whirled to face him, irritation flashing bright in her eyes. “Biddable? Biddable!”

“Obedient. Compliant. Submissive,” Thomas elaborated glibly, quick to step out of her range when she tried to punch him with her tiny balled up fist. “Now tell me what that thing is? From whence did it come? And why in God’s name, and let me make absolutely clear that this is the question I’m most interested in having answered, is it on my bed?”

“Biddable,” she repeated once more in outrage, shaking her head disgustedly. With a flounce of silken skirts, she sat on the edge of his bed next to the hand mirror. “It’s used for scrying.”

“One question down, two to—it’s used for what?”

“Do stop yelling, Tommy. There is absolutely nothing wrong with my hearing. And I said it’s used for scrying.” Imitating his earlier glib tone, she said, “Divination, seeing the future, fortune telling.”

“I am perfectly aware of what scrying is. But what I’m not aware of is what my sister is doing with a mirror allegedly used for that purpose. And please don’t tell me you’ve taken up divination as some sort of pastime.”

Cocking her head prettily to one side, she said thoughtfully, “We could use the money.”

“Tammy,” Thomas warned. He could just imagine the scandal which would follow if the ton thought his sister had taken up a devil’s hobby. That it was all a bit of foolish nonsense wouldn’t matter in the least. What would matter is that her chances of marriage would instantly decrease from slim to nil.

“What?” she asked.

“Respectable ladies do not work. But if it came to that end, and you had to, then you should seek employment as a lady’s companion or as a nanny. But working as a teller of the future is absolutely out of the question.”

“Guess I have to admit, then, the true purpose of the mirror.”

“Which is?”

“I’ve found when the sun is at its zenith and if the mirror is held just so, I can start a fire…or, at the very least, cause a person a bit of warming discomfort.”

“And who would you be wanting to discomfort?”

A too innocent expression blanketed her face. “No one.”

Thomas wasn’t fooled for one second. “You are to stay away from Lady Annabelle, Tammy, do you understand me?”

“If it wasn’t for Lady Annabelle, Tommy, I’d be wed to Baron Rembrandt instead of her, and all of our problems already solved. Truthfully, I still don’t know what the big deal was. Horses are meant to be rode, after all.”

“Yes, little sister, they are,” he agreed, feeling just a touch of amusement. He couldn’t help himself…on first meeting Lady Annabelle he’d also immediately noticed her long face bore an uncanny resemblance to that of a mare. “But some horses have a higher value than others. Especially those horses who are the human, virginal daughter of a matchmaking mama. If he hadn’t married her, her reputation would have been in tatters after their…gallop.”

“Supposed virginal daughter,” Tammy corrected meaningfully. “If you’d heard what I’d heard, you’d be doubtful of her purity also.” She turned her gaze to the mirror, reverently stroking the handle with the tip of a finger. “This mirror is very old.”

Thomas intoned dryly, “You don’t say.”

“Scoff if you want. But this is a priceless artifact. I have it on good authority it’s been around since ancient Egypt actually. A gift to Cleopatra when she was two years younger than we are now. From one of her besotted lovers. He ordered it made special for her.”

Thomas stared pointedly at the handle his sister adoringly caressed. “I honestly don’t think the man who ordered the commissioning of that thing was smitten with any part of Cleopatra, except for, maybe, the power she wielded. Now, Mark Antony was probably a totally different story.”

Tammy’s attention snapped to him. She regarded him with a fair amount of disbelief. “I don’t believe it.”

“You don’t believe what?” Thomas asked, unsettled by her close scrutiny.

“That you do have a sense of humor. I’d heard the rumors, but immediately dismissed them all as being frivolous, of course.”

“Of course.” Thomas shook his head in exasperation. “Proceed with your tale, Tammy.”

“Very well,” she conceded, a small smile curving her lips. “It’s said Cleopatra saw her whole life in this mirror. She foresaw her marriage to Ptolemy and the fierce struggle for power which resulted afterwards. She foresaw her relationship with Julius Caesar and later Mark Antony.” She paused briefly and in that short time it was all too clear to Thomas that some part of his sister actually believed the ridiculous prattle she was rattling off. “It’s even said it was in this very mirror kıbrıs escort that she saw the idea to smuggle herself in a carpet to Julius Caesar.”

“She saw all that in that very mirror, hmm?”

“It boggles the mind, does it not, Thomas? If the story is true, it means I am in possession of the object that the most powerful woman to ever rule Egypt drew all her knowledge from.” Tammy’s sigh was dreamy.

Thomas’s snort was incredulous. “Yes, I do suppose that is one way to look at it.”

“What other way is there to look at it?”

“That it is a worthless piece of clod ignorant young girls make up fanciful stories about. And it’s also in dire need of resodding. Some insect is without its home right now.”

“I am not ignorant!” In a rage, Tammy shot off of the bed. “You—you—”

“Idiotic oafish lummox of a liar,” Thomas supplied helpfully.

“I couldn’t have said it better myself.” She stomped to the door and yanked it open.

Before she disappeared through the archway, Thomas reminded, “You didn’t tell me what it is you hoped to see in it, Tammy.”

“It is of no consequence now,” she answered, back to him. “But if you must know, Lady Matilda gave it to me at the Asherton’s soiree. Said she’d heard rumors of its existence for years and when she finally determined the rumors to be true, she set out on a mission to discover its location. She eventually found it several All Hallows Eves past, buried deep in the woods. She dug it up from its resting place and, following tradition, looked into it that very day…and saw Viscount Pembroke’s face in it next to hers. The next day he offered for her. I took the mirror with broad hopes that if it didn’t show me my future husband it would at least show me a prosperous venture in which to invest. Or how to overthrow the monarchy.” At Thomas’s gasp, she added, “Oh, come off it, Thomas. You know as well as I our current monarch leaves a lot to be desired.”

“Tammy, you better not ever let anyone hear you speak—”

“Never fear, brother, the chance of me repeating my unladylike opinions in the presence of others is equal to the chances of you becoming our next king. Our reputations as dutiful subjects are safe. For the damn thing showed me nothing at all.”

Thomas stared at the door his sister had quietly clicked shut after her departing form, thinking of the implication of her words. Lady Matilda, the Viscountess of Pembroke, had claimed to see the face of Alec Dumont, Viscount of Pembroke, when she’d gazed into its depths a number of years ago on this very day. It was obvious to Thomas what Tamsyn de Aubonville, penniless sister of Edward de Aubonville, Baron of Rothers, had seen when she’d looked into it. A beautiful face with wide blue eyes filled with a rapidly departing hopefulness.

Seemed to him that Viscountess Pembroke had cruelly played on his sister’s desperateness. Which didn’t fit with the sweet, caring temperament the lady was normally very careful to maintain while in his presence. But that just went to show the extreme lengths the members of the ton were willing to undertake to fit in by causing the humiliation of another by any means necessary, didn’t it. Plus, Viscountess Pembroke was a close friend of Lady Miranda so Thomas knew not to expect better of her.

Anger surged as he thought of Lady Matilda and Lady Miranda having a good laugh at Tammy’s expense. They were probably even now spreading malicious rumors of Tammy’s midnight assignations with the Prince of Darkness and his evil minions.

Although Tammy always made a point to act like the grim reality of their dire situation didn’t affect her, Thomas knew it did. And she’d just had it all but slapped in her face like a gauntlet. There was nothing Thomas could do about that now…but he could make sure the ladies didn’t get the chance to play their little prank on another unsuspecting innocent. He would forbid Tammy to speak of the mirror to another soul. And he would destroy it. Yes, that’s exactly what he would do. And then he would burn the remains.

Thomas strode to his bed and grabbed the ivory handle. He swung the hand mirror upwards, ready to bring it to its harrowing end by smashing it against the oak post of his bed. But before he could carry out the destructive downswing the weak light of early evening streamed through the open damask draperies covering his windows and reflected against the golden surface right into his eyes. Automatically, his gaze turned to the mirror.

A startled shout erupted from his throat as he caught sight of himself. With a vicious curse, he hurled the malignant object across the room where it landed face down, unharmed and in one piece, on the soft Aubusson rug.

Aghast, he stared at it, his mind unwilling to process the image his eyes had just seen.

*

“Is that you, Julien?” a female voice questioned.

“But of course.” Julien Montford, third Duke of Williamton, turned to face the masked hostess of the masquerade ball. Bending over the proffered hand, he pressed a lingering kiss to its back, then straightened, taking in the Duchess’s massive form, made even larger by the layers and layers of white and gold fabric which currently cloaked it. He studied her for several seconds before giving up on trying to determine what her costume was supposed to be, other than ridiculous. “You look absolutely exquisite.”

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I had been out for my best friend’s 40th birthday. Yes, we got smashed! I knew this was going to happen so I took a cab home, I entered my apartment, stripped and fell into bed. Jerry had been my best friend since we were in our 20’s. We had tried dating but it just didn’t work, so be became friends and our relationship grew over the years. We’d seen each other through several relationships each, and sometimes laughed at how bad the sex had been between us, two guys who were both basically bottoms, it just didn’t work.

I don’t know how long I had been asleep, but it was pitch black! I felt something hard and slick pressing into the crack of my butt! It slid up and down the entire length, and as the ‘very’ thick head found it’s mark and pressed against my unsuspecting hole, I felt a very large arm wrap around my waist and hold me tight, then another hand wrap around my head and cover my mouth tightly, so that I couldn’t holler out.

It felt as if it were a practiced move and as the huge muscular body holding me rolled me to my belly, the huge and thick cock entered my hole! It felt like a white hot poker as it first stretched and then penetrated me. I could feel his thick hairy chest against my back, his hot breath grunting against my neck and ear and finally after what seemed forever the thick hot cock hit bottom and a full thick bush was against my ass!

My nostrils flared trying to get enough air to satisfy the panting my lungs were trying to do! He growled into my ear, “I’m going to fuck the daylights out of you, you drunken bitch, and you’re going to take it!”

That actually turned me on more than it scared me!

He didn’t start fuck motions immediately, he just kept trying to push farther into me as if trying to reach depths that had never been reached deep inside of me. There was an urgency, that was kind of intoxicating, and he was right at that point kırklareli escort I call my g-spot, each time he’d hit it, it was pain and bliss at the same time, and as I grunted and moaned in pleasure and pain into the hand he had clamped over my mouth, he played me like a fine-tuned instrument!

Once satisfied that he had me where he wanted me and was causing this mixture of pleasure/pain animal sexual bliss, he started backing out and pushing in again, slowly and deliberately. It wasn’t long until I was almost embarrassed when as if on it’s own accord, my body started pushing back against him, seeking that surprising level of bliss caused by the mixture of pleasure and pain.

As the sweat and scent rose on his body and his hairy chest and hard nipples grazed my back that was tight from the expected onslaught into my ass, it started to feel animalistic.

I was suddenly turned into some kind of depraved whore! He grunted his approval, and the deliberate stabs into my opening became harder and faster!

Now he knew that I was into it, his hands still held me but released their tight grip and became more of a caress. He pulled me to my hands and knees and started fucking me, in true animal fashion, called doggy style. Now the pounding started and as I threw myself back against his onslaught, there could now never be any denying that I was not a willing participant in this copulation!

His larger size enabled him to hunch his hairy muscular body against my back and his large thick cock and hairy balls pounded my hole. I don’t know what turned me on more, the thick rod like length of flesh that pounded my hole, his huge hairy balls banging against mine, his thick nipples and hairy chest grating my back and shoulders, or his sucking on my neck and grunting nasty words into my ear.

“You love this you afyon escort fucking drunken whore! Take this huge cock in your slutty hole! Fuck me back, show me how much you love this big thick cock!”

My mind was spinning, my hard cock was slapping my belly and I could feel the pre-cum splattering against my belly that I now had to work so hard to keep tight and flat. Just when I thought the fucking couldn’t get any harder, deeper or more intense, he released his current hold on me, leaned up, grabbed my hips and fucked me harder and faster than I thought was humanly possible.

The noise of his hard tight belly slapping against my tormented ass rose above the sounds of my moans. The noises I was making encouraged the man behind me to pound harder and deeper, I may not have invited this sex, or this type of pounding, but there was no denying that I was loving it.

He moved me into several positions, from my head and chest plastered against the mattress to a hand around my throat causing me to deeply arch my back into that ski slope position as he pounded me mercilessly! This turned out to be his favorite position and I couldn’t believe how long he pounded me like this. I also couldn’t believe how long his balls stayed down low and slapped against mine, to continue making my cock slap against my belly spraying my precum everywhere.

He was fucking me so hard and fast that I had a hard time holding my position, partially because I wanted to grab my cock and jerk it, but he slapped my hand away several times and finally grabbed them both and positioned them on the top of the headboard and said, “Don’t move them, don’t touch your cock, this fuck is for my pleasure, bitch!”

With that, he fucked me harder and faster, if that was possible! He growling order took me to another realm, this big hairy muscular man amasya escort was definitely in control, and at least for this period of time, I realized that I truly was ‘his bitch’!

Now that I had something to hold onto and was stationary in this position it left his hands free to maul and torture my nipples and that was driving me to new heights of pleasure/pain, and he leaned in and chewed on my neck and ears, making me realize who was ‘really’ in charge here.

Just when that was almost too much, he leaned back and slapped my ass, hard, over and over again as he continued to plow my ass with a force and speed I would expect of a man much younger than him. Then all of the sudden he pulled the huge dripping cock from my hole and I felt how open and sloppy it was when he slammed back in, over and over, leaving me gaping for a second and then slammed full again!

He alternated slapping my tattered ass and then slamming in again full force, and that is what it took to shove me hard over the edge, and I hollered as I felt the first blast of my cum shoot and splatter onto the carved wooden headboard. He didn’t seem to care about moaning and hollering now, as he was doing it himself!

He shoved into me hard and deep and I felt my ass and inner muscles massage his throbbing cock as he emptied his huge balls inside of me. Both of our orgasms lasted as we grunted and moaned and our bodies convulsed against each other with sweat pouring off of us.

I was spent and my hands slid down the headboard almost reading the carvings as if they were braille. He laid there on top of me, his thick cock still buried inside of me, I felt his cock throb and twitch occasionally, and now I hoped he would leave it there for the rest of the night, I knew my hole would feel empty without it.

Finally, our breathing was returning to normal and he spoke, “Baby, even after fourteen years you are still the hottest fuck in the world!”

“You are too stud!”

“Baby I almost wish you’d come home buzzed more often!”

“Maybe I will!”

As I was drifting off to sleep, he whispered in my ear, “Don’t forget baby, in the morning, it’s your turn to clean the cum off the headboard.”

Ahh, the wonders of marital bliss!

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Some time has passed since my last visit to the video shop. It happens that a mistress intruded on marital bliss and the distractions excluded contemplation of cock sucking. Except to the extent that I have lately considered that my interest in cock, cock sucking, and the joys of anonymous male sex appear to be strongly linked to stability in my heterosexual relationship. To the extent that the latter is unsettled for any reason, my focus seems to be on re-establishing a stable relationship with a woman, with no energy left over for anonymous male sex. In the current case, wife number two is now firmly established – not the mistress, wife number one having been abominably treated by your author. And with the return to social stability, so inexorably it would seem is my interest in cock. At first a modest reflection of good times past, and then increasingly a growing curiosity of places and events past, explorations made, and then finally, plans to revisit past haunts.

And so it is that I enter the video store. A lengthy absence but all appears unchanged. I do a perusal of the offerings in the front of the shop, surreptitiously observing the comings and goings through the door to the video rooms. Finally I go through the door myself and find that nothing has changed. The same rooms and group of men milling about, as though time had stood still in the world of anonymous male sex. I observe a few couplings and this is all familiar. A guy loiters in the doorway of a room, a clear offer being made. Prospective companions stroll past. In some cases the doorway owner makes a small body motion to leave space to enter. Clearly he likes what he sees of a potential companion and makes an offer. Guys stroll about observing the men staking out a room. Occasionally a stroller stops at a doorway, clearly an expression of interest. The doorway occupant will retreat into the room or stand his ground, the latter a denial. All of this elaborate ballet of unspoken offer, acceptance, and denial.

And then of course the occasions when two men retreat into a room and the door closes. Typically there will be men hanging about near the door, waiting for an emergence. Either hoping that the occupant is skillful or at least generous, and will accept the next in line for a turn. Or hoping that one of the occupants remains in the room and they can slip in for an easy suck of an overheated cock. Such aggressive behavior might gain a prize for a hopeful cock sucker when choice alone might make his task more challenging. An outcome I know all too well from my last visit, where my second companion gave me the most delicious suck that I would certainly have declined had I been fully in control of my faculties. But he had been there before and seized the opportunity available. And it took only a moment to persuade me to accept.

In the present case, I mill about with the others, observing and selecting. There is an attractive older man at a doorway. I see that he has declined one or two offers. I stroll up to his door and he makes a small movement to make way into his room. I enter and he closes the door. He is my size, slim, well dressed, and attractive. He has spent a lot of time working on his tan. I guess he is in his 40s. As usual, I assume he is married, here on a few stolen moments away from hearth and home. I am nervous with anticipation as it has been a long time since I have been in this situation. He wastes no time in displaying his cock which he wanks for a bit while I look on. He is justly proud as it is a magnificent specimen, seven inches, a nice largeish girth, and beautifully shaped. I observe that he has not spared the cock in his tanning efforts.

His opening gambit takes me back as he asks how much I will charge to suck him. I hardly know how to answer but eventually reply that I am not in the trade but that I am very impressed with his cock. He replies that this, meaning his cock, is nothing, that he ‘played with one the other day that went up to here’, and points to his belly button. I respond in favor of such an organ and reach for his, reassuring him that he has no reason for envy. He has been wanking on his cock since we entered the room. He now releases it and I caress the organ with my fingers. He is fully erect but it is not clear that he is all that aroused. The cock appears to have no reaction when I caress it with my fingers. Normally when one touches an erect cock in these circumstances, the cock will jump or quiver as the owner is already highly aroused from the anticipation. The first few moments can easily carry the nervous away in an undesired spurt. But not on this occasion. I look at him while I roll his cock in my fingertips. He observes my work on his cock.

I sink to my knees in front of him, the hard cock jutting out from his slacks. I slide my hands off of his cock to his hips and press my lips on the head. I caress the head in my lips, taking it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the head. I continue the swirling tongue work on the head of the cock for some time, my companion murmuring encouragement. Normally I am reluctant to begin this aggressively on a cock as ardahan escort it might precipitate an early ejaculation. But in this case, I am still not sure he is all that aroused, despite being hard as rock. And he is all of that. I slide my lips down over the shaft and take his cock into my mouth. He is a mouthful. And he is hard. He places his hands on my head and murmurs in appreciation. Small hip thrusts follow as he holds my head and moves his cock into and out of my mouth. Surrendering control like this is not my favorite way to start by any means, but it has been a long time since I have felt a cock in my mouth and this is a wonderful cock.

My hands are on his hips which are thrusting, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth with increasing speed and depth. I apply some modest pressure on his hips to suggest that he slow down a bit with the deep thrusting. But if he got the message, it was ignored. My eyes begin to water a bit as the head of the cock is driving just into the entrance of my throat. He is making more noises of enjoyment, ‘aghhh….yes fuck fuck fuck……good fuck mouth’. Suddenly he pulls the cock out of my mouth. It is rock hard, throbbing, and glistening in front of my face. I have drool on my face from the mouth fucking he has been giving me and my eyes are watering. Even so, I look up and see him staring at his cock, a look of evident appreciation of the beauty of his cock in this aroused state. And to be sure it is beautiful. Full, rock hard, throbbing, the self-evident demonstration of masculine power. I am mesmerized.

I have but a moment to try to compose myself, wiping the drool off of my face and trying to clear my eyes. He still has his hands on my head and now pulls my mouth back to his cock, the organ sliding between my lips. His hips thrusts commence anew, driving his cock in and out of my mouth. More gasps of evident pleasure emanate from him as I try to clamp down on the shaft as hard as possible with my lips. He is clearly fully aroused with energy now as the cock is being driven into my throat. His technique is to push in deeply several times and then pull halfway out and soak for a minute. And then resume. He repeats this over and over. Occasionally he goes extra deep and I have to fully concentrate to avoid a gag reflex. He pulls out of my mouth again. Again he stares at his rock hard cock sticking out from his hips, glistening and throbbing. It seems clear now that he is admiring his own cock. So am I.

He reaches down and grasps his cock in his hand, wanking furiously on it, his hips arched, the cock jutting out. He lets go and again looks down at his cock, thrusting his hips to make it bounce in the air. He takes my head in his hands and resumes fucking my mouth. His hips thrust frantically and he is grunting and groaning. I assume this is going to end in a mouthful of his semen in just a moment. Suddenly he stops thrusting and I wonder what is going to come next. My curiosity is soon answered as he holds my head firmly and slowly slides the cock fully into my mouth and down my throat. He holds it there for a very long moment, a death grip on my head, my face buried against his belly, the head of his cock far down my throat. I can feel his cock throbbing and straining to go deeper. He pulls out of my throat and I take a great gasp of air. Which I need as he grips my head tightly and slides into my throat again. He enjoys another long soak in my throat. Gasps and groans of pleasure emanate from him. I feel him shuddering so this is obviously pleasurable for him and I assume he is going to climax at any moment. The cock is again throbbing in my throat and I expect to feel his cum spurt.

He suddenly pulls out and pushes my head away. His cock is quivering, rock hard in front of him. He sinks back against the wall. I wait for a moment and then approach his cock but he holds me away with his hand on my head. All the time he is looking down at his cock. A long few moments pass, the room in utter silence. I wipe the tears and drool off of my face. And then he zippers up. I cannot believe it. He walks out of the room, leaving the door open behind him.

I am standing in the room with the door open, leaning back against the wall, trying to regain some composure. And of course I am trying to make some sense of the events that just transpired. But I have little time to reflect as before I can exit the room, I am joined by a new companion. The door is closed and I am alone with a huge bull of a man. He is young and looks to be a prototype football player, with huge everything; limbs, torso, and a large head and neck. And I soon discover that god was not teasing when this man was put together. He displays a very large specimen. I reflect that it seems to be my night for large cocks. This one is eight and a bit but with a very large girth. And it is not round. Rather it is somewhat irregularly shaped, almost as if steel rods had been hammered together to make up his organ. I grasp the organ in my hand and caress it rather firmly. The analogy to steel was not misplaced. He is rock hard. He seems adıyaman escort aroused but in control. He asks me if the previous companion got me off. I reply in the negative. He reaches for my cock, only modestly full and of course almost a toy compared to his monster.

The new companion wants to hug and kiss. His ardor in this regard is forceful. I participate and do not resist his touching and fondling, forceful touching and fondling, but this line of activity is not my preference. He is clearly interested in my cock, and the rest of me it seems. His hands and arms are relentless in their groping. I have been continuing to stroke and pump his huge cock with the intent to entice him into letting me cock suck. But his grappling with me has prevented any effort to sink to my knees. I conclude that it seems likely that he is a gay man and he is interested in something beyond a blowjob. This is confirmed after a bit when he suggests that we retire to his car which he explains is parked just outside. The groping of my cock and the persistent kissing continue amidst ongoing requests that we adjourn to his car where we will have more room and privacy.

The object of his adjournment interest seems clear enough. He wants to fuck me. I begin to consider this. I did not come here to get fucked in the ass. On the other hand, I am not a prude. It would be foolishly naive to suggest that fucking had never occurred to me. And of course I have been there before in my youth. In the active role then and not by choice, rather than the passive role as I would be now. If I went through with it. It is my choice now. Having been there, the act does not seem so foreign. And my companion is clearly widely aroused for it. More than aroused. He is close to frantic with his kissing and groping. And I become nervous about all of this. He is so huge a man that I would be easily physically overpowered by him. His cock is huge but I have no fear of his hurting me with it. Unless I asked him to slow down and he refused. In that case I would likely get raped in the ass. I have visions of being pinned under this huge strong body and getting lunge fucked in the ass. Perhaps this is unfair, but I decide that this is not for me.

I decide to try one last time for a blowjob. I suggest to him that I want to taste him. ‘Let me have a taste of you’ I whisper in his ear. He again presses that we retire to his car but I disengage just enough so that I can bend over and immediately take his cock in my mouth. I am hopeful that once engaged in my mouth, he will give up and let me suck him off. But I had not reckoned with either the size of him or his interest in my ass. He is more than a mouthful. I am bent over with my mouth on his cock. I cannot do the cock justice because of my awkward bent over position and the sheer size of the organ. He is holding my hips up with those huge meaty hands of his. He slides his hands inside my slacks over my bare ass cheeks. His fingers find my asshole. My bare ass cheeks and the apparent interest in my asshole seem to have encouraged my companion all the more. There is now much vigorous squeezing and pulling on my ass which is having the effect of forcing my mouth on his cock. I can barely breathe.

So I have decided to end this. I stand and he immediately embraces me again, pinning me against the wall, more kisses, his hands still on my bare ass, squeezing vigorously, voluptuously if I were more into this. But alas, I am not. I wedge my hands against his chest and push him away, apologizing. He persists with the suggestion that we retire to his car. I open the door to the room. It takes a few minutes for all of this to finally come to resolution, but eventually he leaves the room, I assume disappointed at being cock teased. Taking no chances this time, I immediately stagger out of the room and embrace the hallway wall.

I spend some time against the wall trying to regain my composure. I put my clothes back in order, disheveled from the vigorous groping of companion two. My jaws and throat are a bit sore from the battering my mouth has received from my two companions. And I have not yet enjoyed a mouthful of cum. Men continue to mill about but there is no sign of either of my companions. I take some deep breaths and focus on calming down. It occurs to me to call it a night and leave. But I still have some free time that I will not have to account for and I would like to spend some time on my knees enjoying a cock rather than depart with memories of throat and ass fucking. Although I consider that given the state of my jaws and throat, the next time should be with a small cock that is ready to burst. I laugh to myself that I should bring signs to hang on my door. The next one would advertise for a small cock for a maximum of three minutes. Sort of like buying cock to go at Walmart.

Eventually I recover enough to resume the game. I begin taking in the action of my colleagues. I note that across from me a youngish fellow has entered a room and closed the door. I did not notice who went in with him. I hang out for a bit karabük escort to see what transpires. Meanwhile the action is thinning out. This is not a late night sport. Married men need to be home early or answer many awkward questions. That applies to me as well. I have some time but it is limited. Eventually the door across from me opens and the fellow begins to exit. Then he notices me looking at him and stops. I wait for a moment to see if someone emerges. I ponder for a moment. Perhaps he has wanked off all by himself and any further efforts on my part would be a disappointing waste of my time and energy. But he is clearly extending an invitation and he is a reasonably good looking fellow.

I approach his room and enter, closing the door behind me. He is leaning against the wall. I stand immediately in front of him, almost touching. I whisper to him, ‘take it out’. He is nervous and I wonder if this is his first time. He fumbles with his clothes. I decide if he is not erect, I will leave, call it a night, and go home. But I feel a nice erection press against my leg. I reach down for it, wrapping my fingers around the shaft. I feel him shake from my touch. Normally I would be very careful about bringing him off too quickly. But in the event, my jaws are aching from the previous battering so I am less concerned about an early climax. And besides, there are worse things to do than fondle a pleasingly erect cock. And my companion is clearly enjoying the attention. His cock has become firmer and already his breath a bit ragged from the stimulation.

I kneel in front of him, telling him to unfasten his slacks. He does so and the slacks fall to his ankles. He has a fine organ and my run of oversized cocks continues. This specimen is seven odd long and a lovely round shape, above average in girth. Nothing like the monster of companion two, but an organ most men would be very glad to possess. The cock is throbbing slightly in front of me. I can see that my companion is shaking, clearly nervous. I lean forward to touch the end of his cock with my lips. The cock immediately stiffens and I half expect him to spurt out. But all is well and I slide my lips over the head of the cock, taking it in my mouth. His skin has a mildly acid taste. I rest for a moment with my mouth holding the head of his cock. The wonder of why I am here floods my mind. I lick the tip and again feel him stiffen. I bring my hands up and press them on the front of his hips, caressing the skin. I hear a murmured moan from him. And then I slide my lips slowly down the length of his shaft, taking him fully in my mouth. I feel him stiffen again and I hear him take in a huge gasp of breath. A lovely hard cock filling my mouth. I sigh in utter bliss.

But given his reaction to my efforts, I assume my companion is not long for the blowjob part of this world. While I might otherwise be disappointed and try techniques to prolong the effort, the events of the night make a speedy conclusion seem like a pleasant outcome. To that end, I slide one of my hands under his balls and cup the sack. An immediate huge stiffening and another decided gasp of pleasure from my companion. Again I expect him to climax but again he relaxes. I begin rolling and squeezing his balls in my hand, and at the same time sucking on his cock. And a lovely cock it is to suck. Even though it is a bit oversized, it seems positively human in its texture and rigidity compared to the battering rams of the previous companions.

I begin sucking with enjoyment, my lips pressing on the shaft. I work on the mid shaft to the head area, assuming that this will finish him off with both enjoyment and dispatch. His shaking continues as I work on the cock. My lips caress the velvet smooth skin, sliding up and down on the lovely hard shaft, reveling in being on my knees and sucking on a hard cock. My companion leaning back against the wall, completely and utterly surrendered to my mouth nursing on his cock. On my knees, rapturously sucking on a lovely hard cock. All is right with the world. Gasps and moans of pleasure flow from him. I am energized by his evident reaction to my efforts. I take the cock deep in my mouth and squeeze my lips on the base of the shaft. Then draw my mouth off of the shaft, squeezing my lips on the shaft the entire way. A loud ‘ooooooooooohhh’ from my companion. I repeat this, taking the organ fully in my mouth and drawing off of it. I repeat this again and again. His shaking becomes more intense as do his cries of pleasurable delight and I am certain that he is going to spurt at any moment.

There is much shaking, huffing, puffing, groans, and gasps of pleasure. But there is no climax. I resume sucking on the cock, alternating from vigorous caressing of the head of the cock and my lips pressing on the shaft just below and over the head. I continue this until my jaws begin to fatigue. Perhaps he is too nervous to be able to climax. There is no doubt that he is enjoying the experience. But I do not have the stamina or interest to go on with this all night. I have one last technique to employ and bring this to bear now. With his cock in my mouth, I arch my neck so that the top of his cock is pressed against the roof of my mouth. And then I employ my tongue in a very rapidly fluttering licking of the sweet spot under the head of his cock. The effect is immediate and dramatic. He stiffens rock hard, raises himself up on his toes and emits a mewling scream of pleasure. But he does not climax.

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As Pam and Terry left Cheryl and Dan’s house after their first experience being a hotwife and willing cuckold, they drove away in a silence, both unsure what to make of what happened over the past several hours, and if each other was pleased with what happened. His heart pounding, Terry broke the silence.

Terry – Wow, what happened tonight? Never in my wildest fantasy did I expect what we both did tonight. I am pleased beyond anything I expected, and have never been so much in love with you as I am right now.

Pam leaned over and gave Terry a little kiss on the cheek; she smelled of sex which her husband inhaled, smiled thinking of what they both had just done.

Pam – What is that smile about?

Terry – Mmm — that kiss was sweet. Thank you. As you gave me that kiss, I smelled a delicious aroma that I am sure was the aroma of cum and wondered who’s cum it was”.

Pam blushed and looked down, and Terry realized that came out wrong. He reached over and held her hand,

Terry- I’m sorry, I did not mean that to sound rude. I am so thrilled with you, and hope I am right in believing that you were sexually satisfied beyond anything I have been able to do for you by myself in all the years of our marriage.

Pam – That is a lot of years, and I am still coming to terms that I thought that sex was just blah. Sorry. The men who had me tonight were strong, domineering, knew what they wanted, and just took it, being gentlemen while doing it. You were never able to give me that, and I need it — badly. Sorry — you opened pandora’s box. I will be seeing guys like Chase from now on.

Terry — Honey, I want you to do just that. I told you that I want you to be satisfied sexually, and I cannot be dominant like you need — I am wired to be submissive. And my cock is too small to give you the pleasure I saw you enjoy this evening. I prefer and hunger to be submissive to you, so I hope you can enjoy being dominated by men like Chase while your hubby submits to you as your willing and happy submissive cuckold”.

Pam – I never had an orgasm like tonight, and I had too many to count. Sorry. I cannot believe I only had pleasure like tonight after so many years of nothing. I have a lot of catching up to do, and you are going to help me find the men who I need — dominant gentlemen with long, think cocks. You should have done this for me 20 years ago.

Terry gushed with his loving approval.

Terry – I told you that I would do whatever you told me to do, and I will start searching for bulls to fuck you as soon as we get home. My pleasure is seeing you pleasured. I get a special thrill when you flash me the horns of the cuckold sign. When you flashed the horns to me with your big smile tonight after you spent your first time with Chase, I got flushed, my heart start pounding, and my dick jumped and started to leak.

Pam – Hehe, your dick is now locked in my cage. I must find another name to call that. It is too small to be called a dick. You have not used it with me for years, and you never will anymore. After being filled by big cock, I want more.

Pam’s phone rang, interrupting her. After a short conversation she continued

Pam – That was Connie, you know, the hot Oriental hotwife who you couldn’t take your eyes off when she was naked, being fucked and licked by her cuck and sucking cock too.

Terry – Yes, watching Connie suck cock was totally erotic. I admit that watching a wife suck a stud’s big cock is so exciting to me. I admit it. Watching you with Chase’s cock in your mouth was the best porn I have ever seen, and I hope you allow me to enjoy watching you suck cock a lot. Even when you smoke a cigarette, I find that erotic. The way you put the cigarette in your mouth is “different”. It is like you are sucking a cock. I’m sorry, I interrupted you.

Pam – Yes you did cuck. If you want to be rewarded, you better behave, or else you will be punished. Tomorrow we are going over to Connie’s house. Simon is going to start your cuckold training while Connie and I catch up on things. Don’t ask what is going to happen, just do as you are told. Understand?

“Yes” Terry replied. Pam shook her head and shot back “Not good enough. What do you understand? Tell me.”

Terry – I am sorry. I understand that I am going to start my journey in my new life as your loving, submissive cuckold tomorrow with Simon’s guidance, and I will do whatever you tell me to do.

Terry could hardly believe what he just said, how he said, and how aroused and excited he felt submitting so completely to Pam.

The next afternoon, Pam gave Terry directions to Connie and Simon’s place. Pam was dressed in a hot pink tee shirt that was slightly provocative and highlighted her breasts, but the plunging neckline was enough to draw anyone’s attention, where Pam’s necklace dangled with Terry’s chastity key resting on her chest, telling anyone and everyone who “knew” that her hubby was locked. Her black slacks and slightly high heels contrasted with her top elegantly, and went well with her black bayburt escort hair and makeup, including a bright dark red lipstick. Terry kept glancing at his wife the entire drive thinking of a cock sliding in and out of those red lips of his hotwife.

Terry was dressed business casual with tan slacks and a dark button-down shirt. Under his slacks he wore the same chastity cage from the night before. Pam allowed it to be removed (by her) so he could shower, but did not leave him alone. Pam did her hair and other grooming in the washroom until the shower finished, then she secured the small cock that her husband gave her control over only a few short weeks earlier. He was clean, but in a state of arousal almost constantly. (This was precisely the discussion she had the night before on the phone with Connie about how to prevent Terry from lapsing into a non-submissive state — something neither Terry nor Pam wanted).

Connie and Simon’s house was modest but well kept in a somewhat upscale neighborhood, and looked very much like any other house on the street. Terry rang the bell, and Connie answered wearing a black leather skintight outfit and very high heels. She was heavily made up and wore the same bright red lipstick as Pam. Her plunging neckline showed a lot of her erotic Oriental dark skin. She also wore a necklace with a key dangling between her breasts; clearly the key to her hubby’s chastity cage, who was not with her to greet the guests.

Connie hugged Pam almost passionately, but not quite, and then gave her a kiss which one would expect on the cheek, but the peck was on Pam’s lips. Terry’s little cock stirred in his cage witnessing this exchange. Connie and Pam exchanged pleasantries while Terry stood to the side quiet witnessing the two wives who less than 24 hours earlier were both being fucked and sucking cum from cocks that did not belong to either of their husbands. Terry’s caged dicklette has been aroused and leaking all day thinking of that and the wet stain showed prominently on his light tan slacks. Connie pointed to the front of his trousers and commented to Pam that her cuck is so excited about something that he is making a mess in his pants. Both laughed and giggled as Terry blushed with embarrassment.

Connie led Pam and her cuck into the living room where her husband was standing with his arms behind his back, completely naked except for the black collar he was wearing with an attached leash hanging from the collar to his waist, where his locked metal chastity cage was prominently on display. Both Pam and Terry stopped abruptly and took in the sight. Pam’s jaw dropped a bit at the sight. Simon did not speak or even raise his gaze from the floor in front of him until his wife said “Simon, say hello to our guests. You remember Pam and Terry from the party last night. Pam needs her husband to get some training in being a proper submissive cuckold. You will provide that training today, won’t you?”

Simon – Yes Mistress, I will instruct our new cuckold to the best of my ability, and I hope it will please both of you to your satisfaction.

Connie grabbed the leash and led her husband almost like a pet to the bedroom hallway. She unhooked the leash from his collar, turned to Pam and Terry, and waved her finger at Terry to come, saying “Come here newbie. My experienced cuckold is going to get you trained up for your new Mistress”. We girls have stuff to go over ourselves.

Terry walked over to Connie and Simon slowly, trying to look strong, but Connie commented as he passed by “You do have much to learn. We’ll get that walk corrected too”. Simon grabbed his forearm gently and led Terry to a room down the hall and closed the door. Terry wondered out loud to Simon “This is not what I was expecting today”. Simon interrupted him.

Simon – We are on the clock, so we cannot waste time chatting. I must get you trained or there will be consequences. Get all your clothes off — don’t ask any questions, just do as you are told.

Alone with Simon, both naked except for their respective cages and Simon’s collar, Terry observed that Simon’s cage was considerably smaller than his own. Simon saw his looking as laughed. “My first cage was as big as yours, and you will eventually have a small one too. That is what happens with continuous chastity, along with a lot of other wonderful side effects.”

Without elaborately, Simon got underway with Terry’s training. He pulled him into the bathroom and commenced shaving his body hair with hair trimmers. A second trimmer was handed to Terry to get working.

Simon – A proper cuckold has no body hair except on his head. You need to learn how to do this yourself regularly. You always must be ready to serve your Mistress and her bulls, and showing up like a gorilla will get you a beating. Getting a full body waxing is something you may get told to do.

After Terry was shaved, Simon called on his phone and Pam and Connie arrived with the key to Terry’s cage. Connie bartın escort brought Pam over to Terry and the two women inspected the new cuckold’s shaved body.

Connie – This is an adequate job, but you two must work faster. We started to get bored waiting on you. Pam, can you please bring this cuckold’s key and unlock your small cock so it can be properly dehaired?

As Connie instructed, Pam came over to her hubby and unlocked and removed the cage. A small gasp escaped from Pam’s mouth when she saw how shrivelled his cock has become in less than 24 hours. Connie giggled “Don’t be shocked honey. It was always small, and he will enjoy making it tiny for you. Simon, get over here and instruct him how to remove the rest of that gross hair from his little dickie”. The wives enjoyed the spectacle of their husbands working as a team to shave the balls, ass, and groin of Pam’s cuck hubby.

When finished, Connie led Pam to inspect the work and stroll around Terry. Connie then produced a collar just like the one Simon was wearing. Pink with shiny stones and a hook. She handed it to Pam and stated, “Here you go girl, it is the right thing for you to collar your sub cucky.” Pam lovingly put the collar on her husband’s neck and fastened it. Connie then produced wristbands identical to the collar and ordered Terry to extend his arms. Pam then fastened the wrists as well while Connie did the same to her husband.

Connie and Pam then stood back and admired their naked and vulnerable hubbies. Connie then produced two leashes, and had Pam attach one to Terry’s collar as she did the same to her husband.

The two wives led their cuckolds down the hallway to another room. Before leading Terry inside, Pam stopped and Connie put a leather blindfold on him and said “don’t worry, your wife is here, and nothing too bad is going to happen to you. You do trust your wife, don’t you?” Terry replied “yes”. Connie “tsk tsk — yes what?” Terry caught himself again “Sorry, I trust my wife completely” although inside himself he had feelings of trepidation mixed with sexual arousal stirring in his loins. The door was opened, and he was led by his leash inside. Nothing was said, but in the silence, he felt each of his arms held by someone.

Pam held one arm and Connie the other; both attaching a leash, more like a strong chain that was looped over a bar near the ceiling. The women gently pulled on each chain and Terry’s arms were slowly, methodically, raised over his head until he was stretched enough that he was involuntarily standing on the balls of his feet, almost, but not quite on his toes. This must be what it is like to wear high heels, thought the helpless cuck.

Connie – We continue with the indoctrination. Terry, your wife told me during our talk earlier that you were very aroused watching me last night with my two studs. Do you enjoy watching women sucking cock?

Terry truthfully responded – Yes, I do. I think watching married women suck the cock of someone other than their husband is the most erotic thing there is. You looked fantastic with your mouth sucking cock, and I will admit that watching my wife with someone else’s cock in her mouth was the most arousing thing I have ever seen.

His little cock started to grow while saying this, and Conie smiled at Pam pointing out his growing dick. Pam smiled back.

Connie – Were you disappointed when you were made to climb under Pam and lick her pussy while she was being fucked? You could only see Chase fuck her pussy, but could not see your wife sucking Gary’s cock.

Terry – Yes, I was disappointed, but did as I was told, and eagerly did my best to lick Pam’s pussy and help her to achieve a better orgasm using my tongue along with his cock.

Connie – And how did you enjoy the view under your wife and her bull?

Terry’s cock continued to grow as he relived the best night of his life.

Terry – It was the first time I have ever seen a cock penetrating a pussy up close. It was unbelievably erotic, especially knowing that my wife’s pussy was being fucked like that, and she was loving every thrust of that impressive cock, and every thrust into my wife also had him slapping his balls on my face, which was a bit humiliating, but erotic too. I do not know why it so erotic, but I liked it.

There was an extended moment of silence, and them some murmurs that Terry could not make out, but assumed the two wives were quietly discussing something about him. Simon seems to have disappeared, but since Terry had a blindfold, he knew only what he could hear. There was a bit of rustling and shuffling about, then he felt someone remove the blindfold and he was face to face with the sultry oriental vixen Connie. Pam and Simon were nowhere to be seen — maybe they were behind him or left the room. Another unknown event.

Terry tried to look around, but Connie grabbed his chin and squared up his vision to look directly at her and nowhere else. She was holding something in her other hand, but ığdır escort Terry could not see what it was.

Connie – So you found it erotic being humiliated with someone’s balls slapping your face while he is fucking your wife in from of a crowd.

Terry – Yes, I was aroused watching his impressive cock slide in and out of my wife only inches from my face. Having his balls sliding across my face with each thrust created a connection with Pam that was special. Having so many people watching also excited me immensely. I did not believe I would enjoy being watched in that situation, but I confess I did like it very much.

Connie – Very interesting cuck. Do you think your wife enjoyed being on exhibition as much as you did? We’ll get to that later. Now when Chase finished fucking your wife and withdrew his cock from her pussy, you stopped watching the show and licking your wife’s pussy, reached for his cock with your mouth, and started sucking very lovingly. No one told you or asked you to suck his cock, you did it on your own because you wanted to suck his cock. Isn’t that right you cock sucking cuckold? You liked sucking his cock so much you would still be sucking it if Pam did not raise up off all fours and sit her ass and pussy on your face?

Connie stood in from of Terry just giving him a look for a few seconds, then Pam slowly walked from behind him and stood next to Connie. Terry blushed realizing that Pam heard his confession. Connie walked away and behind Terry and Pam replaced her in front of Terry.

Pam – Little did I realize in my orgasm filled stupor; you were not being faithful in all ways as you had promised.

Terry quietly and simply – I am sorry.

Pam resumed – I think you may only be sorry because you were caught, so you are going to be punished.

Just at that moment, he realized what it was that Connie was holding in her hand — a whip, which just then cracked when it hit the flesh of Terry’s ass. He jumped and yelped like a girl at the surprising sharp and sudden pain he immediately felt across his ass.

Pam – Us girls have been discussing quite a bit while you two were busy transforming you into who and what you really are. Now that everyone knows that you love sucking cock, you will be sucking cock often, but only when you are told to suck cock by me. Do you understand?

Terry – Yes, I will suck cock whenever you tell me, and never unless you tell me to do so. I am sorry for what I did.

Then WHACK — another stinging thrash with the whip across his ass.

Pam – The men who pleasured me yesterday are nothing like you. They know what they want, and they take it, and a woman likes submitting to that kind of man, and I will do just that. You, on the other hand, are completely the opposite. Are you gay? Do you want to be dressed up in woman’s clothes? I think the answer may be yes. I don’t want you to answer now; I want you to think about it and we’ll talk about that later.

As Pam finished, Connie and Simon came around from behind Terry. Connie was now naked from the waist down and Simon was still naked and caged, like Terry. Connie handed Pam the whip and led Simon over to the couch only a few feet in front of Terry. She sat on the couch and spread her legs, offering her pussy, but Simon did not move until his wife pulled the chain fastened to his collar until his face was right in front of her pussy.

Pam stood between Terry and the couple about to engage in cunnilingus.

Pam – Simon was a good cuckold, and he is being rewarded, and you did not do as told, and you will be punished. While you are being punished, I expect you to watch your fellow cuck being rewarded, and learn from him.

Pam held the whip and slowly ran it gently across his little hard dick that was leaking a long string of pre-cum that reached the floor. Pam sexily strolled around her husband, and whispered in his ear as she passed by “You like watching her pussy, and you also like seeing her cuck’s ass as he kneels to lick her pussy. Enjoy watching him make her cum”. She then started whipping his naked ass, not hard and mean, but softly, half as strong as Connie’s punishing strokes, but with little interruption between her strokes.

The repeated slapping on Terry’s ass was arousing the cuckold, who was twisting from side to side as his hands were restrained high over his head, and his cock was hard and leaking. What a good cuckold, thought Pam, while Terry watched his fellow cuckold bring Connie to an orgasm that made her spread legs shake and she let out a low moan.

Pam stopped her gentle whipping of her husband as Connie waved her over to the couch and offered Pam her cuck’s mouth. Terry saw his wife walk over to the couch naked from the waist, she sat next to Connie on the couch and silently offered her glistening wet pussy to Connie’s husband. He started licking Pam’s pussy while Connie moved closer and held Pam in her arms closely and whispered in her ear as Pam’s eyes were closed enjoying the feelings Simon was bringing to her.

Conie was telling Pam the reaction her husband was showing to the sight of his wife being held by another woman while getting her pussy eaten by the other woman’s husband. Pam was smiling, Connie was staring at Terry and Simon was busy on Pam’s pussy. Terry was flushed, his little dick hard and leaking even more onto the floor in front of him.

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I don’t know how the responsibility of hiring a “Santa” for this year’s holiday party fell on me. But that’s how I found you. I almost didn’t reach out because you fail to meet the stereotypical Santa look. First being that you’re way too young and most definitely too good looking to fill the role. But considering the holiday party is happening after Christmas I figure it doesn’t really matter. Most of the kids are too young to remember anyway so you’re really more of a prop than anything else. I’ve been looking forward to the reactions of my friend’s when they see you. Part of me is hoping that if they don’t like my choice then someone else is more than welcome to be in charge next year.

Outside of that you are nothing but a blip on my radar. An obligation. I just need to greet you, pay you and send you on your way. And that’s exactly what I do. When you arrive I give you a quick tour of my best friend’s house. Let you know that the party will be in their lower level and send you on your way.

You’re a hit. The kids (and moms) love you. Dads not so much but that’s not your problem. You really lean into the jolly ole st Nick bit while also looking incredibly artvin escort sexy. I keep an eye on you throughout the night. Watch you charm the kids with Christmas jokes and hand out candy canes. More than a few of the moms find excuses to get as close as appropriately possible to you. To touch the flame without being burned.

I make it a few hours before my social battery is drained and decide to head back upstairs to wait out the rest of the night. So that’s where I am when you are getting ready to leave. You’ve lost the white bead and pillow stomach which makes you look even sexier. Don’t say anything I say to myself. Let him leave without even knowing you’re watching. You’re about the same age as my oldest. Or at least the age of some of his friends. I hold my breath as you’re getting on your coat and count in my head.

Maybe it’s the champagne that I downed like a shot or the fact that getting older has made me want to live out some porn worthy fantasies before it’s “too late”. Either way I give you a low whistle. If you ignore me it wasn’t meant to be. But if not? Well, we can be two strangers aydın escort passing in the night.

You turn your head my way and I softly walk over to the entry way. As our eyes meet and you give me a roguish grin I can feel myself getting wet. I motion with my head for you to follow me into the living room. Every inch of my body feels like it’s tingling as I strain to hear if you’re behind me.

In the living room I turn around a little less gracelessly than I would have liked. You’re there and you’ve on hooked the front of your Santa coat leaving it hanging open just a bit to reveal your stomach.

Just do it, I whisper to myself. Don’t think. Go.

I push you lightly back so that you are seated in an arm chair. My fingers shake as I start to unbutton my blouse. Just a bit. Just enough to give you a peak at my lacy black bra and ample cleavage. I lean forward slowly and just barely graze my lips against yours as I kneel in front of you. I brush my finger across your lap and can feel you’re already bulging. Damn I want you.

You lean your head back against the chair as I pull your dick balıkesir escort out. You’re so hard. My mouth starts to water as I bring my face close enough to lick your head. I wrap my lips around you and begin to slowly work my way up and down. Your hands grip my hair while I speed up. I can feel the veins in your dick pulsating with my tongue. I can feel you getting closer to climaxing. But I’m not ready for it to be over yet.

I slow down and start to tease your head again. First with my tongue and then my lips. My hand is lightly running up and down your shaft. And I can hear your heart beat start to slow. Just a little.

“May I?” I ask as I climb onto your lap. Before you can respond a lower myself onto you. You slide in with just the right amount of force.

“I want to feel you cum.” I whisper into your ear. You give me a throaty groan in reply and firmly grab my hips while lifting me up. You move us to the couch and take position on top. You thrust yourself inside me. Deep. I don’t think I’ve ever felt someone so long and thick. I can feel myself stretch around you. I’m going to be sore I know it. I bite your shoulder as I feel the warmth spreading across me. I moan, “don’t stop. Please,” and you move faster and deeper. I feel you and you release your hot cum inside me. I can barely catch my breath as you finish.

Quickly I slide myself out from under you. “Can I have a candy cane?” I ask before walking back downstairs to the party. I’m sure you can see yourself out.

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In the morning, I awoke in the bed of our hotel room. The same bed in which my wife had fucked three other men the night before, all while I watched. I turned my head towards the bathroom and saw her in front of the mirror, putting her makeup on. She had cleaned up well, with no evident signs of the previous night’s debauchery.

My wife looked at me and smiled, “Rise and shine, my little cum addict! Get dressed so we can go downstairs and get some breakfast before checking out. I’m famished,” she said, before adding, “or, are you still too full from all that cum you ate last night?”

Ignoring her last comment, I simply answered, “I could definitely use some coffee.”

“Five loads!” my wife teased, “That matches my personal record, set when I was in college, when I ended up blowing five frat boys I was playing poker with! Impressive! Even if two of the loads were your own.”

“I’m glad you were entertained,” I replied.

“Which did you enjoy most?” my wife continued. “Cleaning David’s creampie from me? Or, was it when I snowballed you with Don and Greg’s cum after I blew them?”

Contemplating her question as I answered, I rambled, “They were both exciting in their own ways. Although, I wish that I could have been underneath you, licking your pussy, while David fucked you from behind. I still want to do that. How about you? Which did you prefer?”

“Don’t get me wrong. I definitely had fun with David, but I lost track of how many times I came while being tag teamed by Don and Greg. Greg has a nice big dick… and you know how much I like big dicks. Plus, the finish was fabulous! Blowing them with you sitting next to me… and you helping to stroke Greg off into my mouth… it was so hot! Then, snowballing their cum with you …wasn’t that delicious?”

“It was really hot watching you blow them right in front of me,” I replied.

“I was serious last night when I said that I wanted us to suck them together. We could have so much fun! As orally fixated as you are, I know you’d love it.”

“I don’t know. I’m not attracted to men at all… but, if you had a dick, I’d probably want to suck it all the time.”

“Yeah,” she laughed, “you’d be like a vampire, you’d probably suck me so much, I’d die of dehydration. Now, get dressed and take me to breakfast. I’m starving.”

After spending the rest of the weekend at home, relaxing together, my wife and I were back at work on Monday when she called me late in the day.

“I won’t be home for dinner,” she said. “I have a date with Steve.”

“Will you be bringing me home a present?” I asked.

“Of course,” she replied, “I know how much you love to clean me up.”

“And I love it when you’re a dirty girl!”

“It makes me wet just thinking about it. By the way, I also talked to Greg today. The three of us have a date Friday night.”

“Really?” I said, “What does that mean?”

“I’ll tell you all about it tonight when I get home… while I’m sitting on your face,” she teased.

“Can’t wait! Have fun tonight. Love you.”

“I always do with Steve. Love you, too,” she replied.

That evening, lying in bed waiting for my wife to get home, I slowly edged as I thought about Steve fucking her with his almost 9 inch cock. I had the pleasure of watching him fuck her on two occasions. The second time, as he fucked her from behind while I was lying underneath her, I saw his big cock pound her pussy and then fill her with hot cum, inches above my face. It was burned into my memory, and I longed to see her getting fucked that way again, but Steve had been uneasy with my presence, kütahya escort and a repeat performance was not in the cards.

As I slowly stroked my hard cock, I also wondered what my wife had planned for next Friday with Greg. I thought about how, last weekend, I had helped her stroke him off into her mouth while I sat next to her. I thought about how his cock twitched in my hand as he filled her mouth with rope after rope of cum, and then, after he had finished, how she turned towards me and kissed me, snowballing his cum from her mouth into mine. I thought about how his cum felt, as it slid down my throat.

These thoughts had me close to cumming. Pre-cum was flowing from my dick and I was wiping it up with my fingers and then licking them clean, savoring the sweet taste.

“Hi Baby.” my wife said as she entered our bedroom, startling me from my thoughts, “Starting without me?”

“I was just thinking about you,” I replied. “Did you bring me my present?”

“Yes, I did,” she said as she pulled off her panties and climbed on the bed. Straddling my face, she looked down at me and added, “I didn’t clean up, and I tried to hold as much in as I could on the way home.”

I looked up at her swollen pussy. It looked sticky… and delicious. I reached up with my tongue and gave it a little lick. “Yum!” I said, “I can’t wait.”

My wife lowered her creamy cunt down on to my mouth and slowly began rocking her hips back and forth, dragging her wet slit over my mouth. I pressed the tip of my tongue between her pussy lips and began to probe, trying to get her and Steve’s combined juices to flow.

“Mmmm… that’s good Baby!” she sighed, “Your tongue feels so good on my sore pussy. Steve rode me hard tonight.”

As I continued to probe with my tongue and she continued to gently rock on my mouth, I was rewarded as a trickle of cum began to flow from her pussy. I began lapping it up, furiously. My wife began to moan and rotated her hips, grinding her hot, wet cunt on my mouth. “Eat me!” she hissed as I continued to probe with my tongue as best as I could under her weight. Suddenly she stiffened and let out a load moan as she came on my face. A final gush of cum, hers and Steve’s, flowed from her, as the walls of her pussy spasmed in orgasm. I wasn’t thick like a fresh creampie and I was able to drink it down easily.

When she had finished cumming, my wife climbed off of my face and laid down next to me. “Thank you, Baby. That was amazing!” she said as she reached over and began to gently stroke my raging hard-on.

“I didn’t get a chance to tell you about my conversation with Greg. I arranged a surprise for you,” she teased as she continued to stroke me. “I told Greg about how you would like to be lie beneath me while he fucks doggy style, so you can see his cock pound my pussy, up close… and then have me sit on your face right after he cums in me. He said that he has done something similar with another couple in the past, and he would be okay with that. So, I made a date for us this Friday at the same hotel as last weekend. What do you think Baby? Doesn’t that sound like fun?”

Pre-cum was oozing from my cock as I replied enthusiastically, “Fantastic! …but I could really use that blowjob now. I need to cum so bad!”

“Poor Baby,” my wife feigned concern, “All that edging and creampie eating has gotten you all worked up. Have you eaten enough cum for tonight? …or, would you like me to feed you your load too?”

“Yes, please!” I replied.

“Yes, please what?”

“Yes, malatya escort please feed me my cum.”

With that, my wife crawled between my legs and engulfed my dripping hard-on, swirling her tongue around the head and shaft as she bobbed up and down on it. I barely lasted 60 seconds until I filled her mouth. She continued sucking until she extracted every last drop of my cum. Then, releasing my cock rom her mouth, but keeping her lips tightly closed, she crawled up my body until her face was right above mine. Pressing her lips to mine, she pushed her tongue into my mouth and let the mixture of my cum and her saliva flow from her mouth into mine. We continued to kiss, swirling our tongues together, until I swallowed it all.

The week seemed to drag on until Friday finally arrived. Thinking about the rendezvous my wife had planned for us and Greg had been a distraction. My wife made all the arrangements for our date night; the hotel reservation, and dinner reservation for her and myself at fine restaurant near the hotel.

We drove to the hotel separately after work. When I arrived, my wife had already checked in and I found her in the room getting ready for our date. She looked fantastic. Her little black dress fit her like a glove and was complemented by black patent heels and seamed stockings. She finished putting on her evening makeup while I freshened up, before heading off to dinner.

The restaurant was elegant and the food was wonderful. I asked my wife if she wanted dessert and she replied, “You’ll get your dessert later.” As we finished the last of our bottle of wine, I asked when we were going to meet up with Greg.

“He should already be at the hotel bar,” my wife informed me, “I told him that I would text him our room number when we got there and were ready for him. Are you getting anxious?”

“I’m ready to go,” I said. “I’ve been looking forward to this all week.”

When we got to our room, my wife told me to get undressed. Then she sent the text to Greg with our room number, and he replied that he would be right up. My wife then told me to sit on the edge of the bed. She got on her knees in front of me and took my cock in her mouth. She continued sucking on me until we heard Greg knock on the door. She gave my cock one final lick, got up, and went to the door to let him in.

As soon as Greg entered the room and the door closed behind him, my wife put her hand on the back of his neck, pulled him down to her mouth, and kissed him deeply. As they were making out, her other hand was massaging his cock through his pants. Breaking her kiss, she said to him, “As you can see, my husband is ready to play. I think we need to get naked too,” as she unbuckled his pants.

As soon as Greg and herself were undressed, she led him over to the bed. My wife sat on the edge of the bed next to me. With Greg standing in front of her, she grabbed his cock and took it into her mouth. She began bobbing her head whie stroking with her hand, and he was soon fully erect. Turning towards me, she said, “Look at this hard cock Baby. It feels so good in my mouth. I know you’d love it, if you tried it.”

Then, looking up at Greg, she said, “I want him to suck a cock with me, but he feels too self-conscious to do it with the guy watching him.”

Greg replied, “You two should do a gloryhole together. That way he wouldn’t feel like he is being watched.”

“Do you know where we could find one?” my wife asked while continuing to stroke his cock.

“I know a private club that has one,” batman escort Greg said. “It’s a very nice place. Lots of different rooms. Lots of fun. It’s BYOB, but they’ll provide setups. Only couples can join, but I’ve been there a couple of times as a guest.”

Turning towards me, my wife said, “Why don’t you get down here between my legs and get my pussy ready for Greg’s big dick.

I got off the bed, crawled between her legs, and began to lick her pussy. “Good boy!” she said, as she went back to sucking Greg’s cock. She was already wet when I stuck my tongue in her cunt, but as I continued to lick her, she became even wetter. After a few minutes, she told me to lie on the bed with my feet at the headboard. Then she climbed on top of me in the opposite direction, with her pussy directly above my head. She got into the doggy position and told Greg to get on the bed and fuck her from behind.

I had a bird’s eye view of my wife’s pussy directly above me as Greg knelt behind her and began rubbing the head of his big dick along her slit. Then he slowly began to push the head between the lips of her pussy. My wife let out a low moan as he penetrated her. “Ohhh… that feels so good,” she sighed.

The view of Greg’s 8-inch cock slowly sliding in and out of my wife’s pussy, just inches above my face, was everything I had hoped it would be. Her stretched pussy lips were clamped around his thick cock like an O-ring and they stretched in and out with his cock as he pistoned her.

Greg’s cock glistened with her pussy juice, and as he began to pick up speed, her juices turned a frothy white and began to leak down her slit towards her clit. A drop began to form, hanging down, and threatening to drip on to my face. It looked so delicious, I had to reach out with my tongue and lap it up, teasing her clit as I did so. “Mmmm,” my wife moaned, “that feels good Baby. Keep licking me!”

As I ran my tongue over her clit, my wife’s pussy juice began to smear all over my mouth. It tasted so good that I dug deeper with my tongue until I was licking at the base of her pussy lips, where Greg’s shaft was sliding in and out of her.

At this point, all three of us were moaning. My wife came first and her spasming pussy then drove Greg over edge. He slammed into her hard and I saw his cock jerk five or six times as he emptied his balls. When Greg finished coming, he slowly pulled out of my wife. His big cock was coated with their combined juices and a drop of cum oozed from the tip. It looked so delicious that I felt an urge to lick it clean, but I hesitated, not sure of what to do, and Greg climbed off the bed.

As soon as Greg backed away, my wife spun around and straddled my face. As I looked up at her gaping, oozing cunt, my wife looked at me, narrowed her eyes and smirked, “Are you ready for your dessert?”

She slowly lowered her gooey pussy to within a couple of inches of my mouth and I stuck my tongue out and began to flick her with the tip. My wife told me to hold my mouth open and keep my tongue out. She gave a couple of pushes, and with a queef that sounded like an almost empty mustard bottle giving up its final squirt, she spewed the contents of her cunt onto my tongue.

A big glob of hot cum slid down my tongue into my mouth. I reflexively swallowed and felt the cum slide down the back of my throat like a raw oyster. I heard Greg cry out, “That was awesome! I’ve never seen anything like that before.”

My wife then lowered her pussy the rest of the way to my mouth and told me to clean up whatever was left. I dug my tongue into her pussy and lapped and sucked until she said, “I think we’re good,” and climbed off my face.

Turning to Greg, she said, “The night is still young. How would you like to show us where that club is that you were talking about? The one with the gloryhole room.”

“Sure,” Greg replied, “I’ll take you there. It’s only about a half hour from here.”

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End of Part 1

She gave me another peck on the lips before saying. “Do my soft little panties make you rock hard?!”

“Uh huh.” was all I could say as my dick reached full hardness in my briefs.

She gave me yet another sexy evil grin before saying, “Well this I’ve got to see.”

Part 2

Just when the embarrassment was cooling off and I was heating up in the right way with my arms full of a warm sexy girl she dropped that bomb on me.

“What?!” I said hoping against all hope that I had misheard what she had just said.

“You heard me Matty.” she said in a forceful yet seductive way. “I want to see what you look like in my panties.”

I was burning up again as I pleaded with Jamie, “Babe please, this has been embarrassing enough. I promise I’ll lease your panties alone. I’ll even replace the ones I’ve stretched out. Now can’t we forget this?”

She gave me another evil wicked grin that sent a shiver down my spine before saying, “Well we’ll talk about buying panties later. For now, I think I at least deserve to see what you look like in my panties.” She then slid back a little on my lap and reached down and forced her hand between my legs and gave my hardon a couple of squeezes. Despite the embarrassing situation I was in I was still fully hard in my briefs and her squeezing me made them suddenly very uncomfortable.

“Aaaah!” I cried as she squeezed me. “Jamie please…”

“Hmmm.” Jamie said with a sly kırklareli escort smirk on her face. “You claim to be embarrassed yet you’re rock hard. I think we know who you listen to.” Then she started rubbing me through my briefs. She rubbed me until I was a horny whimpering mess squirming and trying to control my arousal.

“Baby please!” I pleaded. “My briefs are so tight now.”

“You know I can bring you over the edge anytime I want to.” she said slyly as she continued to rub me. “That would be amusing, big macho man can’t keep his tighty whities dry.” I was super hard and super scared at the same time. She wasn’t lying when she said she could make me cum anytime she wanted to. She had learned to play my cock like a fiddle and while sometimes it was super sexy, she also wasn’t above using it to get what she wanted just like now.”

“Please don’t do that!” I begged as she continued to rub me.

“There’s only one way you’re getting out of this with dry briefs.” she said firmly. “I want to see them on the floor and these red silk and lace panties in their place.” To drive her point home, she gave my hardon a hard squeeze that sent shocks through my whole groin area.

“Ahhhh!” I cried before saying in a panting voice, “Ok, ok you win. I’ll wear the panties for you.”

She grinned in triumph as she slid off of my lap and beckoned me to stand up. I slowly stood afyon escort up as she said, “Ok panty boy now strip!” I slowly dropped my cargo shorts and was about to drop my briefs when she said, “Shirt too. I want so see you in noting but my panties.” I pulled my shirt off and tossed it to the side leaving me in nothing but my briefs.

She eyed my very tented briefs and grinned. “Wow this really does excite you. Look the precum is even leaking through the double panel.” I knew it was pointless to argue so I just slipped them off and dropped then on the floor. She then held out the red panties and beckoned me to step in. “Come on in baby. The water feels great.” she said with a wicked glint in her eye.

I slowly stepped into the panties and watched in awe and horror as she slowly pulled them up my legs with that same wicked glint in her eye. As she pulled them up around my waist my already fully hard cock gave a violent twitch as the silk rubbed along its length. The tip of my cock barely fit inside the panties and was resting under the lacy waistband and precum was already seeping through it.

Jamie’s mouth formed an o of surprise as she eyed my hardon creating a massive tent inside her panties and twitch a couple more times. “Wow! You really do like wearing my panties. I wish I had known about this sooner. We could have had more fun with it.”

I had barely processed what amasya escort she said when she ran a finger up my cock from base to tip. Even though she wasn’t pressing hard at all the sensation was unreal and my cock throbbed several more times during and after it.

“Ooooh!” I cried.

“Wow baby!” Jamie said in awe and amusement. “No wonder you’ve been wearing my panties every chance you could get. I would too if I were in your shoes.” Then she slowly walked around me getting the view from all angles before saying, “And these look gorgeous on you by the way.” That made me feel a little better, but I still felt incredibly awkward and vulnerable.

“Now it’s time for some fun.” she said. “Spin one of those dining chairs around and I’ll be right back.” I pulled the chair out as she wanted and she re appeared a few seconds later with her pink fuzzy handcuffs.” There was that nervousness again making itself known.

“Ok baby.” She said. “Now have a seat and feed your arms around the back of the chair.”

I sat down in the chair but said, “Do we have to use the handcuffs?”

“Yes, we do.” she said as she took my wrist and guided it behind me. “You’ve had some fun with these on me now it’s my turn.” She then guided my other wrist behind me, and I felt the handcuffs click on me.” Then she leaned down and kissed me on the chin before saying, “Be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”

She came back a few seconds later with a couple pairs of pantyhose. “Ok baby hold still we can’t have you squirming too much now can we?” She then spread my legs and bound then to the front legs of the chair. Between that and the handcuffs I was almost 100 percent immobilized.

“Now this is perfect.” she said. “I have unfettered access to your panty clad cock. Now it’s time to have some fun.”

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Note to readers: Hey, I’m back with a new story. This is a sequel to *Wearing a Collar for my Bestfriend*. Initially I had meant the first story to be a single shot, but upon your request, I finally see the opportunity with the female protagonist, whom I call Amy going forward. I even took into consideration your feedbacks and suggestions and hence, removed the explicitly cuckold element entirely, and focused more on the romantic relationship between the characters. Also, this one kinda cuts short on the cbt element as well, check the tag list. Finally if you like, please upvote and rate, thanks.

Caution: My main motivation for stories is female domination, and I’m really into cuckoldry, flr, friendzone, cbt, feet play, cfnm, humiliation, pet play, so these will probably be a recurring theme in my stories. All the characters are above 18 and although greatly inspired by real events, the story is a work of fiction. Now getting to the main story, happy fapping.

I never really liked going to college and had it not been for Amy, I would probably have been skipping lectures everyday. I have liked her ever since the first day I met her. We eventually moved in together and then ever since that day (refer to my story, “Wearing a Collar for my Bestfriend”) she has been teasing me like hell. Since then, we never got intimate like that again, because apparently she thought it was wrong and that it should not have happened in the first place. I, on the other hand, could never take the events of that day lightly, and jerked off to that memory almost everyday!

Her boyfriend didn’t really move in with us or anything (neither was I given a doghouse to live in), but just the thought of it still, intimidates me crazy. Amy and I were still best friends, and we probably got even closer since that day. We were together almost all the time now that we were flatmates – going to college and parties together, and even accompanying her on some of her dates. I was listening to all her problems – family issues, stuff about her boyfriend and even details of their sexual escapades! Once I got over the hurdle of jealousy, I actually started liking these stories about their sex and I started provoking her to share more and more intimate details so that I can fap to them later. I loved listening to her talking about it and imagining everything she said; she hardly missed any details. And I used them to jerk off crazy. Other than this nothing sexual happened between us for the rest of the semester.

One day, during the semester break, while I returned home from visiting my parents, I did not have my keys and Amy had to come down to open the apartment doors for me. I saw her almost a week later. She wore this short yellow summer dress that ended just above her knees and showed off her beautiful long legs. The fabric was so thin it bounced with just the slightest of her movements. I got instantly hard looking at her. Her subtle intoxicating aroma made me lose my mind. As I followed her up the stairs, I fixed my eyes on her beautiful bare smooth legs – just a hint of skinny thighs and the two vertical chasm caused by ligaments on either side on the back of her knees – tiny droplets of sweat on her kneepits – curvy calves and bony shins – a thin layer of dirt on her heels and high arches… Suddenly I heard her giggling.

“Do you like my legs?”

I could not help but confess how beautiful I thought they were. She giggled some more and stopped at the platform. I was a few steps below her and stopped, looking up at her. She turned around and giggled.

“You know, I know that you could never really get over that day! So,” she giggled, “there’s something I want you to do for me. You would do anything I say, right?”

I looked at her with questioning eyes.

She giggled and then cooed, “I want you to strip naked for me, can you do that?”

I was awed. I stared at her not knowing what to do. She pleaded with pouty lips and puppy eyes whence I gave in, not because of the events of that day flashed before my eyes, and I felt horny as fuck! She giggled in amusement when I started stripping right there on the stairs. She instructed me to lose everything and there I was standing naked just two steps below her, my penis towering right in front of her.

“Now, why don’t you get on your knees like a good boy?” she giggled.

I obeyed her without any hesitation.

“Now hands on the ground, as well. Good boy, you’re such a good boy. Now, kiss my feet.”

I looked up at her big cute eyes filled with anticipation, and gave in, bowing down to kiss her foot, but she removed her foot, and I was forced to kiss the floor instead. She cracked up laughing, and then patted my head. “Good boy, that’s what I want you to do okay?” She giggled. “Follow in my footsteps, kissing the floor behind me!”

I was shocked, but also horny and eager to obey, so I gave her a nod. She giggled some more, and slowly raised her foot stepping forward. I quickly moved forward kissing where she had her foot just a second kastamonu escort ago. She raised her other foot, and I followed with another kiss. She giggled all the way through a few more steps, encouraging me, and patting my head.

She reached the next platform finally and stopped. I looked up at her cheerful face, unable to contain fits of giggles. I was raging a full erection now, and could already feel it aching.

“You’ve done such a good job, Pochi! I’m really proud of you,” she giggled, ruffling my hair. “But the next steps are gonna be harder. Do you promise to give your best?”

I nodded and she explained, “For the next steps, I want you to crawl using only the tip of your knees, and your elbows. That means, your shins must not touch the ground, and neither the rest of your arms, okay?”

I didn’t know if it was possible, but tried nonetheless, and instantly felt the sharp pain of holding my body weight on just the bony tips of my elbows and knees.

She started moving slowly, and I tried to follow in with my kisses. She was concerned at first, and I realised it was much harder, really. Everytime I lifted up any one of my limbs, it was flooded with a rush of sharp excruciating pain. But watching the hem of her dress slightly swaying with her controlled movements, filled me with renewed zeal.

“You’re getting there,” she giggled after a few more steps. “I’m gonna pick up pace now, okay? Make sure you follow me well.” And she did pick the pace up. I was struggling to follow her and by the end we reached the third floor, I couldn’t feel my limbs at all.

When we reached the final landing, before our apartment door, she exclaimed in amusement, clapping at my success. “Yayy, you did it! I’m so proud of you, Pochi!”

Suddenly her calling me Pochi filled me with a sense of thrill. After the events of that day, I had got to know that Pochi was her dog who died when she was still a kid! She could never get over him and wanted another pet ever since. It was Pochi’s collar that she had made me wear on that day. Suddenly thinking about those events, my heart filled with enthusiasm and cock with even more blood.

She opened the door, and I followed her relentlessly kissing the ground she stepped on, until she showed me into her room. She sat on the edge of the bed, with a sly grin on her face, and I followed her, bowing my head down, still on my elbows and knees. The thrill of being treated like her dog again was slowly turning me crazy and making me achingly hard.

“You were such a good boy, Pochi! I’m really proud of you,” she ruffled my hair. Involuntarily I let out a woof and she burst into laughter. I didn’t know what else to do, and sensing my humiliation in the air, I probably turned red.

“You like being Pochi, don’t you?” She giggled.

I nodded. She patted my head again, with a giggle. She extended her right foot forward. I still stood in front of her, on all fours, unable to bear my weight any longer, and desperately hoping that she would give me relief.

She rubbed my chest with her foot, looking down at me with predatory eyes. “I know it hurts, but just a li’l bit more, okay?”

I nodded and she grinned. “Good boy!” She said bending down to ruffle my beard and neck. I couldn’t take it anymore. My body was trembling and I was almost going to fall when she finally relieved me.

“Okay, you can sit down now!” She giggled.

Partially involuntarily, I fell on the floor, but quickly gaining back composure, I sat on my knees with my hands on my chest, like she had taught me. I put my knees together trying to hide my erection. But she put her foot between my knees, parting them open. My body was still trembling, and I felt sick, but increasingly turned on. Trailing both of her feet along my inner thighs, she stopped just before my crotch.

She crossed her knees and swung her right foot near my face. I felt so turned on, and she looked so beautiful, so powerful sitting on the edge of the bed like that, while I was on my hunches at her feet. The whole situation was smoking and I couldn’t resist my lust!

“You wanna sniff them, Pochi?” She offered, still swinging her foot.

I was actually drooling looking at her.

“I’ll let you, if you promise to do as I say, okay?”

I wasn’t really thinking or saying anything, I just kept nodding to whatever she said, obsessed by her dominating presence. She seemed to have complete knowledge of this. Slowly, staring into my eyes, she extended the foot towards my face, until it touched my lips. I lay a tiny kiss on it in the fraction of moments it was there, and took a deep breath. As she took her foot away, I bent forward, hoping to worship her foot, but she quickly stood up.

She stood before me, and held my chin up to face her. When I looked up at her, while sitting on my hunches like a dog – her dog, as she towered over me, I almost came!

“You’ll be my good obedient puppy, right Pochi?”

I nodded.

She kayseri escort bent forward and patted my head again. “Good boy! That’s my good little boy!”

My pleasure knew no limit. It felt so good to be patted by her! That is when I completely accepted my position as her pet, and I felt so happy!

She led me into the washroom and I crawled behind her. She seemed to like that, which encouraged me very much. She asked me to get inside the tub full of water. I obeyed without any hesitation, unaware of what she had in mind. I completely submitted myself to her.

She produced a shaving cream, and a pair of razor, and that is when I felt the ounce of dread that had haunted me earlier, again.

I want you completely shaved with not a single hair on your body! That includes your hands, legs, pits and of course down there!

My reflexes made me instantly laugh at the sudden demand, as I thought she was joking! But clearly, she did not mean it as a joke. I couldn’t believe her but in a few minutes I think, she helped me get rid of all the hair from my body, neck down. She shaved my armpits, my ass, my balls and around the base of my penis but left a small triangle of bush just above, cause she said it looked cute.

She then asked me to shave my beard as well, while she tidied the bathroom. I still had no idea what was in store for me, but I loved doing as she asked, because she made me feel tremendously horny. My penis had been hard the whole time and at the brink of orgasm, especially when she shaved my crotch.

As I was finished shaving my beard, she checked the whole of my body once more, and then asked me to get a shower. I complied of course, and quickly towelling myself dry, crawled into her room, naked, on all fours. She welcomed me with a few giggles, and a big pat on my head. She took me in front of her dressing mirror.

As I looked at my new body, I was taken aback. She pulled me up to my feet, and stood behind me, scrooching against my back and nibbling on the small of my back. She ran her hands over my newly shaved smooth skin, and my eyes followed her hands. I couldn’t believe it. I actually looked like a completely different person, far more sexy! She wrapped her hands around my bare chest and pressed them, lightly rubbing her fingers around my nipples. My nipples were hard and felt gravely sensitive somehow. My cock was going crazy, twitching without break. She then grabbed my nipples and pulled on them. Involuntarily, my back arched, my hips bent back and I let out a moan!

She put one of her legs in between mine, as the fabric of her dress and her knee rubbed against my balls. She pinched my left nipple with one hand, and slapped my ass with the other. She then started kissing and licking all over my neck, shoulder, back and ears. I had never felt this much pleasure – I felt like my body was melting into hers. She put her tongue in my right ear and licked it passionately. I kept moaning continuously, which made her giggle more and more, which in turn made my cock twitch some more.

Once one of my hands tried to grab my cock, she slapped it away. I couldn’t resist anymore! Please Amy, let me touch my cock. She only giggled in response and licked my ears.

“I like how you still call it a cock… Aren’t you my puppy bitch?” I nodded yes.

“And, do bitches have cocks?” Her words ringed in my ears as she licked them. I nodded a no, and it seemed to be the right answer. She was impressed.

“So what do they have?” A shiver ran down my spines. I knew what she wanted me to say, but to say it was accepting being her bitch, and there was no way back.

I stammered, Bitches have clitties! She laughed so hard that I could feel her amusement vibrating through my body. The humiliation was extravagant and I could not even imagine how her giggles turned me on so much.

She hugged me from behind, still giggling softly in my ears, playing with my nipples, and rubbing my body. She slowly rubbed my crotch with both hands on either side of my clitty, and took it between her fingers. I couldn’t help but moan.

She giggled, “Do you like getting your little clitty fingered, Pochi?”

Yes Princess! I moaned.

She let go of my clitty bursting into a fit of giggle. She started rubbing my nipples again. “I like you calling me Princess!”

I like calling you Princess, Princess! She giggled and bit my neck. Oh! Princess…

After a few more minutes of teasing she let go of me, and sat on the edge of the bed.

I sat beside her, and she carefully brushed her fingers against my inner thighs, trying not to touch my clitty. She leaned her body against mine, and started kissing my neck. She smelled so sweet – a bit musty and sweaty – I loved it. Her hand slowly trailed down my body and started playing with my nipples again. I lightly caressed her back over her dress, and inhaled the scent of her hair. She smelled so beautiful! I was going to grab her buttocks, when all kıbrıs escort of a sudden, she got hold of my hands, put them above my head, and climbed on my lap.

She held my hands up in the air – our fingers intertwined, and she put her right armpit just before my nose. I could not help inhaling her sweet smell – pungent and sweaty. It was intoxicating! Her armpits looked so incredibly sexy, with a tiny stubble and little drops of sweat. I wanted to rub my face all over them.

You smell so good, Princess!

Her dress was rubbing against my clitty and she had her eyes fixated on mine. She started giggling, and it encouraged me to inhale once more. My clitty was extremely hard and I was desperate to cum by then. She started rocking on my lap, vigorously rubbing her crotch against mine. I could feel the dampness of her panties on my clitty.

Can I lick your pits, Princess?

She giggled and pressed her wet armpit on my face, and I lightly kissed it all over. She giggled again, and I kept on kissing her armpit, while also inhaling the beautiful scent. The way her short stubble felt on my lips made me want to keep kissing them. I just couldn’t get enough of her. I kissed again, and kept my lips pressed on her pit, slowly extending my tongue and tasting her skin. It tasted sour and very pungent, but extremely sexy. Her stubble brushed against my tongue and nose. She started moaning and I kept passionately licking her pit. She giggled once more and asked, “Do you want to know why I am so sweaty and horny today?”

I didn’t want to stop kissing and licking and tasting her sweaty armpit, so I just moaned. She giggled some more, and caressed my lower abdomen trailing further down to lightly touch my hard clitty with the tip of her fingers. She giggled again, and slowly started to caress it. I was almost on the verge of cumming and she seemed to know that. She giggled once more, smothered my face with her right armpit and whispered into my ears, “Because I had been fucking just minutes before you came!”

I couldn’t control anymore and… I felt ecstatic! Shivers after shivers ran down my spine as I experienced the most intense sensitivity all through my body. As I snapped out of the trance, I realised I hadn’t cum, and my clitty started feeling awful and frustratingly painful after that. There was a little pool of cum at the hard purple head of my clitty. She scooped it up with the tip of her finger, and showed it to me. As I looked into her eyes, she put the finger into my mouth. I invited her in and licked my own cum off her fingers. It tasted heavenly somehow. Or maybe, the act of doing it felt heavenly on my tongue. I kept licking and sucking her finger as she giggled.

“You like eating your own cum for me, Pochi?” She cooed.

Yes, Princess! I moaned, still sucking her finger.

“You like sucking my finger so much? You’re sucking like there’s no tomorrow!” She giggled.

I love sucking your finger, Princess!

She giggled, took her finger out, and started rubbing my nipples. “You like when I rub your nipples?””

I moaned in response, looking at my hard erect nipples between her fingers. She held my ribs, and bent down to lick them. I felt like mush and fell on my back on the bed, with her on top of me. I couldn’t resist moaning. She didn’t stop, rather climbed on top of me and started sucking on my nipples. It was ecstatic, a pleasure I never knew before!

She sucked on my left nipple for a while, while playing with the right, and then switched. I wanted to touch my clitty, but instead rubbed the small of her back.

Oh Princess, it feels so good!

She let go suddenly, putting her arms on either side of my head pulling her chest closer to my face. “Smell my tits!”

I inhaled her scent and instantly felt dizzy. I could not get enough of her pungent sweet odour.

“You know, just a while ago, I was sitting on Jake’s lap, just like this. He was inside me, and sucking my tits! But you only get to sniff them! Too bad!” She giggled. “Sniff my nipples. Rub your nose against them.”

Her nipples were poking out over her dress. I rubbed my nose against them as she moaned.

“Do you wanna kiss them? Do you wanna suck my titties like my boyfriend, Pochi?” She giggled.

Yes, Princess! Can I please?

“Of course not, silly!” She giggled, ruffling my hair, “All you get is to smell me after Jake is done fucking me!” She laughed, pulling her right hand above my face. I wasted no time and started sniffing her right pit. It was as good as the previous one, musty and sweet. I kept sniffing them, and buried my face in her pit, smothering myself. She closed her arms around my head, locking me in her sensuous pits.

“Do you like being my bitch, Pochi? Cause from now on, you’re no longer my best friend!” She giggled. “You just got promoted to being my pet slave! How does that sound?”

I felt so intoxicated under her armpit that I couldn’t think straight. I was her slave, her bitch, and I would do anything for her.

“You know when Pochi was neutered, I started calling her my bitch, and treated her like a girl,” she giggled, “but, I got something even better for you!” She got off my face, but still on my lap, she turned around and pulled something from her desk. Moving back on my thighs, she held my clitty, and pulled my balls and clitty through a pink ring of sorts.

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Hi! Kayla here.

Yeah I know, it’s been a while since you heard about my husband Doug, me and as he put it, my 10 Perfect Toes.

Yes you read that right, Doug and I got married. How does that saying go? Give a foot guy a foot job, keep him for the night. Give him a blow job and use your feet, keep him forever.

To get you caught up to where you need to be for the tale I am about to tell, you also need to know, my Brother Kevin and my sister in law, idol growing up and ultimately my girl crush, Denise got divorced.

I won’t get into the why’s and wherefores about it, because it would be their story to tell. Suffice to say, I love my brother, but I am definitely “Team Denise” on this one and what he pulled was a serious dick move.

Denise, Doug and I were going to spend the week at the family lake house. She and I went up early to get the house ready, Doug was going to be there later in the day.

There wasn’t much to do, change linens, dust and unload the car. After we were done, we settled in the living room with the intent to murder a bottle of wine.

“Thanks for having me here, Kayla-Kat,” Denise was the only person who still called me by my childhood nickname. “After…well…everything.”

“Stop, you’re family,” I told her as I kicked off my sandals and put my feet on the coffee table. “You’re not my ex sister in law, you’re my sister. If I could, he’d be my ex brother.”

“Thanks for that.”

“Doug’s not going to be here for a few more hours,” I pouted. “I seriously need him to rub my feet for me.”

“I could use one too,” she laughed. “You’re so lucky to have Doug around.”

“If you want,” I told her. “I wouldn’t have a problem with Doug giving you a foot rub.”

“I see you’re crafting again,” she changed the subject as she picked up one of my sandals, looking at the stains on the two leather straps. “These are practically new, you should wear older ones.”

I didn’t want to tell her the truth, but I kind of had to when she started scratching at the blotches.

“Uh, you might not want to do that,” I told her quickly. “It’s not glue.”

“Huh?..Oh,” she said as she set the sandal back on the floor. “You guys are weird.”

Something about her reaction wasn’t right.

“Why were you so calm about that?” I asked. “I mean, you obviously figured it out, but it was no big deal.”

“I’ll tell you,” she said, taking a sip of wine. “On two conditions. One you don’t get mad, it happened long before there was a Kayla and Doug and two, you tell me about the stains.”

“Deal.” I nodded.

“You remember how YOUR brother and I had that on again, off again thing going on, back in the day?”

I nodded.

“It was after graduation,” she continued. “YOUR brother and I were technically on an off, but the three of us still hung out together because we were the only people we could stand. You and your parents were out of town so the three of us got really fucked up.”

“I remember this,” I told her. “That was the night Kevin passed out and the next day was pissed off and totally convinced that one of you took his pants off, shit in them, then put them back on him.”

“Yep,” she laughed. “So with YOUR brother out, Doug and I were talking. Well I was talking, Doug wasn’t paying attention because he was staring at my bare feet.”

“He tends to do that,” I commiserated. “There are times I wish he’d stare at other women’s boobs, like a normal guy.”

“I asked him to massage them,” she continued. “Oh my God, he was good. He hit all the right spots. He turned me into jelly, just this perfect combination or relaxed and turned on….Are you sure you want to hear this?”

“Absolutely,” I told her. “One hundred percent.”

The actual number was closer to fifty percent, but it was a story from the distant past and well, “in for a penny, in for a pound.”

“When he switched, my foot ended up in his lap. He was so hard. He kept kneading and rubbing my foot, while I pressed my other one on his cock. He looked like he was about to ask me a question, but was holding back. I told him to go ahead. I guess he thought that meant go ahead and do whatever it was he wanted to ask me. He brought my foot up to his mouth and started licking and sucking on my toes. It felt strange but incredible. I was so turned on.”

I knew the feeling.

“I don’t remember doing it,” she continued. ” but before I knew it, my pants were unbuttoned and my hand was down them. At that time, I’d never even admitted to…touching myself ‘Down There’, but there I was my toes in Doug’s mouth, fingering away at myself. I pulled my foot away and told him to take out his cock. He stood up and dropped them to his ankles. Wow, he had or rather has a nice cock.”

“I accept only the best,” I laughed.

“He sat back down, I put my feet in his lap and started stroking him with them. He was moaning, I was moaning. I came first and that set him off and he started cumming all over my feet…And that’s it.”

“So you two didn’t….?” I asked.

“No we ardahan escort didn’t,” she told me. “We were going to. Doug was still pretty hard, I was totally willing but as I was pulling my pants off, YOUR brother completely blew ass. It was so loud he woke himself up, said ‘shouldn’t have pulled my finger’ and passed out again. It was so gross and smelled so bad a total mood killer.”

“Kevin was there while you guys were…?” I asked.

“Yeah, it’s like I said, between the Jack and god knows how many beers…a few drugs, we were really fucked up,” she admitted. “We didn’t want to leave him alone so we propped him up in your Dad’s TV chair.”

“Wait, so you guys were in our house, in the den?”

She nodded.

“God I don’t know what would have made Dad angrier,” I laughed. “Catching you three fucked up or Kevin taking a dump on his chair.”

“The chair!” we said in unison.

“Still think Doug giving me a foot rub is a good idea?” she asked.

“Maybe not a good idea,” I smiled. “But it would be interesting.”

“Okay Kayla-Kat,” she said in a condescending tone. “I’m going to get another bottle of wine and when I come back, you’re going to tell me about your penis art.”

All in all, I was pretty okay with what I’d just found out. I knew mine weren’t the first feet he’d played with and I knew that on our first night together, the foot job I gave him wasn’t his first, I just never thought, his first one would have been so close to home….I mean it was actually IN my home.

“Okay Sista,” she said as she plopped back down on the couch. “Spill it. I mean it’s already been spilt, so tell me how you ended up with Doug’s cum on your Birkenstocks.”

“You worked on that in the kitchen, didn’t you?”

She nodded.

“Okay,” I started. “The tradition began on our honeymoon.”

“Tradition?”

“Yes, tradition,” I told her. “All of my sandals end up stained. Now are you going to let me tell the story or not?”

“Continue.”

“We were out window shopping when I saw a shoe store,” I continued. “Doug loves watching me try on shoes, so we went in. I found a purple pair of Birkenstocks that I had to have. We were in a resort town, so they were super overpriced. Doug tried to get me to wait and buy a pair when we got home. But you know me..I had to have them..price be damned. So when the sales woman stepped away, I told Doug that if he let me buy them, I would let him cum on feet while I was wearing them.”

“Wow, you don’t play fair,” Denise interjected.

“That’s exactly what the sales lady said,” I told her. “She wasn’t as out of ear shot as I thought. Needless to say, Doug crumbled like a graham cracker and bought them for me. The sales lady was laughing as he paid, then as we were leaving she said ‘I’d say come again, but…'”

“I like her,” Denise laughed.

“So did I,” I agreed. “There was a bench right outside her shop. I sat down, held out my feet and asked my loving husband to put my new shoes on me. He knelt down, took my old sandals off and put the new ones on. I saw the sales lady in the window watching us, so being I had an audience, I kicked off the sandals and told Doug that he needed to kiss each foot for luck, before putting on new ones.”

“You are a weird little person, Kayla-Kat,” Denise said.

“He picked them up, placed a kiss on the top of each foot, slipped the sandals on and we were off.”

“So did he do it that night back at the hotel?”

“Don’t rush me,” I told her. “About two blocks down the road, there was a side street that led to a park. We walked down it and saw a gazebo. We went in and sat down on one of the benches. There was no one around, so I turned to face him, put my feet up on the bench and told him to do it.”

“Wow, did he?” she asked, but then thought better of it. “Forget I asked that, it was a stupid question.”

“He gave a quick look around,” I continued. “Unzipped his shorts, pulled his very hard cock out and started stroking it. He did long slow strokes, so sexy, I love watching him do that…Sorry a little TMI, there.”

“Don’t stop now,” she urged.

“Well, in the privacy of our home or for that week, hotel,” I said. “Masturbating like that was fine and quite often encouraged, but out in a public park where we might get caught, he needed to kick it into gear. So I decided to give him a little more inspiration. I pulled my skirt up and flashed him my pussy while I wiggled my toes. Thank God I wasn’t wearing panties that day.”

“You’ve never worn panties,” she laughed. “I can still hear your Mother yelling at you, ‘Kayla Kathleen, put on your underwear this moment, I’ll not be havin’ any daughter of mine runnin’ around with her wee bits uncovered.'”

I had to admit, she really did do a spot on impression of my Irish mother.

“What can I say?” I laughed. “I like the freedom and it makes me feel sexy. Irritating my mother was just a bonus. Shall I continue?”

“By all means.”

“That was all adıyaman escort he needed,” I told her. “The more he looked, the faster he stroked until he started shooting all over my feet…and I mean all over…it was a big one. I told him to put his cock away and we left.”

“What did you clean up with?”

“I didn’t,” I answered. “It crossed my mind to lick my toes clean for him. He loves when I do that. But I thought it would be sexier to spend the rest of the day with cummy, gooey toes. So I left it on.”

“You have him cum on your feet, then lick it off?” she asked.

“Of course I’m still very flexible,” I told her.

To demonstrate, I grabbed my ankle and brought my foot up to my nose.

“With a little warm up,” I said. “I can get it behind my head.”

“Wow. On a good day, I can touch my toes without bending my knees. Since you’re younger and far spryer, how about you go get another bottle?”

Reaching out with her foot, she gripped the neck of the empty bottle between her first two toes and handed it to me.

“That only works on Doug,” I told her. “But I’ll do it anyway.”

Having been married to a “foot guy” for quite a while and while I’m not overly fond of feet, I have come to know and appreciate a nice pair.

I had to admit, Denise had a very nice pair, totally the opposite of mine, but a nice pair none the less. They were…I can’t think of a better word than; elegant. They were slim even narrow with long shapely toes.

I don’t know if it was genetics or a lifetime of going barefoot or wearing Birkenstocks, but my feet tended towards the wider end of the spectrum. I had shorter, chubbier toes. When I looked down at them, the word “Sturdy” always came to mind. No matter how often I got pedicures (having a foot guy for a husband, he’d do them anytime I asked) the polish was always chipped somewhere and they bore some scars from stepping where I shouldn’t or dropping things on them. But my husband adored them, so I wasn’t going to argue.

If our feet were cars, mine would be a really nice Blazer or Bronco, while Denise’s would be more like a sleek and fast sports car.

Then there was a fantasy of Doug’s. One that he’d told me, but never pushed or even tried to steer me towards.

But it was looking like I could fulfill it for him with Denise.

All I had to do was decide if I wanted to.

“I have a question,” Denise started as I set the fresh wine bottle on the table.

“No I’m not wearing panties,” I answered quickly.

“First off, I noticed when your lifted your leg,” she told me. “You know, there is a thing called a razor, don’t you?”

“Yes I do, somewhere in the back of my mind,” I started. “I remember Doug using one on his face from time to time. Are you suggesting I use one on my wee bits? You lady are disgusting! No but seriously, I don’t like shaving and Doug doesn’t mind the fur. So I take it you’re not into us natural girls.”

“Sorry not into girls, no matter how much or how little hair they have,” she said. “But, if I were to go that direction, I think I’d rather have a clean, smooth surface to work my magic on but it’s not going to happen and it would take a lot to change my mind. However, that’s not what I was going to ask you. What I was going to ask is if there was any significance to the toe rings you’re wearing or are they just decoration?”

“Just decoration,” I answered. “Doug likes them, I think they’re cute so I wear them.”

“I want one,” she said. “Is there anywhere around that sells them?”

“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing,” I said in my big girl angry voice. “You’re trying to pretty up your feet so you can steal my man.”

“Chill your tits,” she fired back, knowing I was joking. “I don’t want your man, Kayla-Kat.”

“Why not?” I continued. “Are you saying he’s not good enough for you….That something is wrong with him?”

“Knock it off,” she laughed. “I don’t want him because he’s yours. To be honest, if situations were different he could have me with a snap of the fingers. He’s all about you and nothing is going to change it.”

“So you’re planning on killing me, wearing toe rings then stealing him? I see right through your diabolical plan.”

“Really?” she asked. “Yeah you have it all figured out. Now can you be serious for a second? And I need you to promise me you’ll never tell Doug what I am about to tell you.”

I nodded.

“Do you remember your wedding?”

“Yes, it wasn’t that long ago.”

“I’m talking about your first one,” she corrected. “It gutted Doug to see you get married. I really thought he was going to do something stupid when the minister asked if there were any objections. He was so despondent; we ended up spending the night together.”

“You and he…?”

“Get your mind out of the gutter,” she sneered. “I was a married woman by then. The whole story is, YOUR brother got really drunk. After he mooned your Grandmother, Doug helped me get him to our hotel karabük escort room. YOUR brother ended up pissing on the bed. So I ended up spending the night with Doug in his room.”

“Kevin pissed the bed?” I asked.

“No Kayla-Kat,” she said like I was five. “You’re not paying attention. He pissed on the bed. I was in the bathroom grabbing a towel and the wastebasket, because I knew he would probably throw up that night. Doug had YOUR brother’s coat and pants off of him. Doug turned around to hang them up and YOUR brother took out his dick, peed on the bed then passed out right into it.”

“That’s funny.”

“Yeah,” she agreed with an eye roll. “He was face down on the bed, sleeping in his pee and at that point in the evening I was pretty fed up with him, we decided he probably wouldn’t die, so I grabbed a sleep shirt and we went to Doug’s room.”

“I can’t believe the two of you didn’t…”

“Look that night, I was a little drunk, had a bad case of the wedding hornies and I was totally over YOUR brother. If he’d have made a move, I would have let him do me anywhere or anyway he wanted. When we got to the room, I changed out of my maid of honor dress and put on the t-shirt….I had on just a worn out t-shirt and a pair of panties. I sat on the bed while we talked cross legged and I don’t think he even noticed. At one point I got up, went to the bathroom and left the panties on the floor. I sat back down the same way. I know he noticed, but he just didn’t care. I did everything I could think of, short of telling him that I wanted him to slide his hotdog down my hallway and all he wanted to do was talk.”

“Wow, what were you two talking about?”

“You,” she answered. “The whole night it was Kayla this and Kayla that. The closest I got to getting some was the next day feeling his morning wood against my ass when I woke up….What I’m saying Kayla-Kat is your husband is yours. Even if I hated you enough to try and make a play for him, he’d never in a million years do anything behind your back.”

“Wow,” I said. “Thanks for telling me all that.”

“No problem,” she told me. “So Kayla-Kat, my best friend, my Sista, if I promise to wear heavy wool socks for the rest of your week, so as not to drive your loving husband to temptation, would you…pretty please…Take me somewhere that sells toe rings?”

“Well, when you put it that way,” I laughed. “If you want, I might have one that will fit you.”

“You keep spares?”

“Have to be prepared for emergencies when your husband likes feet…No I don’t keep spares, but I have one I bought that was a little too tight, it should fit you fine. It’s yours if you want it.”

She said it would be perfect. I went to the back bedroom grabbed it and brought it back out.

“Hey,” she said as I placed it in her palm. “You two didn’t…?”

I had to stop and think about that one.

“No,” I told her…reasonably sure, but it had been washed anyway. “We didn’t christen this one.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes, I’m wearing panties,” she answered.

“I already figured that,” I laughed. “Knowing you, they match your bra. But seriously I want to ask you something.”

“Go ahead,” she told me.

“Doug has always had a fantasy of getting a foot job from two girls at the same time,” I started.

“Just a foot job?” she asked. “No girl on girl stuff, just feet?

“Pretty much,” I told her. “Four feet on his cock and the closest to girl on girl is one of the girls sucking while the other strokes him.”

“I’m in,” she fired back quickly.

“That was quick.”

“Look, I love you and I love Doug,” she explained. “If it’s something you want to do for him, that would make him happy, I’m all for it. I just have one condition.”

“I know, no girl/girl stuff,” I answered. “I’m not interested in that either.”

Okay, that was a partial lie. The true part was I really wasn’t interested in sex with a girl. But, Denise was and always would be my girl crush. If she wanted, I’d be between her legs in a heartbeat.

“No, that wasn’t it, I don’t want to fuck Doug,” she told me. “I have no problem with him getting off on my feet. Oral sex, both ways, is no problem. Just no fucking.”

“Why not?”

“That’s his and your thing,” she told me. “I want you to have that between yourselves. But I’m game for anything else, so I’ll follow your lead.”

Truth be told, in a weird way it would have been easier for me to watch him have intercourse with her, than it would watching him get off with her feet.

“No problem,” I told her. “But if you change your mind, go for it.”

“Not changing my mind,” she replied. “Now let’s get this ring on, so I can entice your husband to temptation.”

I put the ring in my mouth, to get it wet and slippery.

“Which toe?” I asked after taking it out.

She wiggled the toes on her right foot.

I sat on the floor in front of her cross legged.

“Don’t be staring at my wee bits,” I warned, knowing my skirt was riding up.

“Don’t worry I’m not interested in your wee bits,” she laughed. “Even if I were they’re pretty hidden behind that rug of yours.”

“Oh so you don’t want to take a ride on my magic carpet?” I asked running my free hand over my pussy.

“You really suck at sexy talk,” she told me.

“Yeah.” I had to admit. “I regretted it the moment I said it.”

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Author’s note: These are the tales of my journey from an unhappily married man to a very sexually active single/divorced man. These stories are based on true events and relationships, although the quotes may not be verbatim. All events are generally stated as best as I can recall, with some embellishment or artistic license as needed, especially considering I am writing this 20+ years after the events of the first story. But the substance of each story is true.

I wrote these stories in chronological order but didn’t title them very well. If you want to read them in order you have to start with “Middle Aged Male Sex Chronicles 01” and follow them by date of publication.

Everyone was over 18 and everything was consensual. Names and places have been changed or “hidden” to protect identities and privacy.

You may see references to other people or events in my stories, seemingly out of context. I’ve written all my stories as a chronological account of my life after divorce, but each story stands on it’s own unless noted as a new part or chapter.

Pastor Ann and her husband Jim, the cuckold, had moved away years before to run a newly opened Methodist parish a few states over. Soon after my first dalliance with Jewel (see “Black is Beautiful”), I was at a local mall late one afternoon, getting a cell phone screen repaired, and killing time wandering through the various shops and stores that no one buys stuff at anymore.

From behind, I saw a smallish woman pushing a baby stroller. Cute, I thought, and paid no further attention.

Twenty or so minutes later, I bumped into this same woman in a store as we were both leaving it, and BOOM, it hit me, Pastor Ann.

“Ann” I said loudly, and she gave me a big warm hug. “How are you? Let’s sit down and talk if you can.”

She had the cutest baby, almost 4 months old she said. I asked about Jim, and the story was this:

Their marriage struggled. Ann was at constant conflict between the good Pastor and the bad girl slut. The problem was, she couldn’t be the bad girl slut with Jim. He saw how she was with me, and he wanted that — the horniness, the dirty talk, the cum slut. But she couldn’t turn that on with him in the bedroom.

So he left her, about a year prior, just as she found out she was pregnant. She didn’t tell him and still hasn’t, since he met a girl and was out of the country doing missionary work.

As we talked, I could see her shifting uncomfortably in her seat several times.

I asked, “Is everything ok?”

“Yes,” she answered, and went on to explain that her baby wasn’t really into breastfeeding, and she had already started weaning him off with formula, but she was producing a lot of milk and had to pump a lot to relieve the pressure. According to her mother, generous milk production kind of ran in the family.

“I either need to feed him or pump soon. My tits are gonna explode!”

Now, I don’t know whether I made some kind of noise, or I started drooling, or what, but Ann could tell that I was beside myself, and picked right up on where my mind was at.

With a sly smile, she asked me “Are you hungry?”

“Starving,” I answered.

Ann had moved back to muğla escort town temporarily, taking a leave of absence from her parish ministry to raise the baby for a few months. She was living with her parents since Jim left, so she didn’t have any privacy anymore.

She offered, “If you’re free tonight, I could come over for dinner. I’d love to feed you.”

“Oh God,” I muttered, and my cock lurched in my pants. I could have come just thinking about it, had she kept talking about it.

We arranged for her to come around 7:00 after she was able to get the baby down for the night. Her mom would watch the baby while she was out.

Ann arrived soon after 7:00 pm, looking tired, yet radiant, as a new mother often does. I let her in the front door and took her jacket, noticing her full tits right away as she shed the light garment. As soon as I hung it up, I turned to her and grabbed her, kissing her full on the mouth and squeezing her ass.

Things got heated quick, and she said, “Boy you don’t waste any time do you?”

I said, “Well thinking about those tits all day has me crazy.”

“Same here,” she replied. “I want that cock in my pussy ASAP. And wherever else you want to put it. I haven’t been fucked in over a year.”

I led her through my living room and back to my bedroom. We stripped off our clothes as we entered my room, the sight of those big, milk-filled tits and ripe nipples making me delirious. I jumped on my bed naked, my cock threatening to burst already.

Ann grinned and climbed up onto my face, planting her pussy right down on my mouth. She had had a C-section, so her pussy was feeling no issues from the birth, and she appeared to be fully recovered physically. She ground her cunt against my mouth and moved her hips back and forth, picking up where we had left off years before.

“Yeah suck my cunt, eat that pussy and make me come, shove your tongue up inside me and fuck my cunt with your mouth.” Hearing this filthy talk from a woman of God was a huge turn on.

I got her off once before she spun around and engulfed my cock in her mouth. I nudged her up slightly so I could get to her asshole, and she accommodated me. I slobbered all over her ass and she devoured my cock, having me on the verge of coming, but I didn’t want that yet.

I repositioned her in between my legs, and she understood immediately, squirting warm streams of milk onto my cock and balls, using her hands to smear the cream all over my package. She then lowered her mouth to my dick and started sucking me like her life depended on it.

Ann hadn’t deep throated me during our prior encounters, so I was curious what skills she had. Grabbing her head, I said nothing, and didn’t ease myself I to it. Without warning, on a downstroke I pushed her head forward and thrusted my hips, jamming my whole 7.5+ inches right into her throat. She gagged and convulsed but didn’t resist, doing her best to swallow my whole shaft.

After several powerful thrusts, I was buried in her throat and she let me fuck her face as hard as I wanted.

I could have come, but I needed more of those tits. Moving her mouth off my cock, I grabbed ordu escort her and got her on top of me and rammed my cock into her pussy. She practically hit the ceiling with an immediate orgasm, then sat up on me. Her tits must have grown five sizes since I had last seen them. They were indeed ready to burst, with milk dripping heavily from them. I grabbed and squeezed, and milk shot forth like a hose.

I squeezed her nipples to allow her milk to drench me, then pulled her down to feed right from the source. I sucked several mouthfuls of her milk, then pulled her down to kiss me and share it, all while she continued to hump me like crazy.

I flipped Ann onto her back and pounded her frantically. I was in a frenzy, fueled by her milk and the sight of it dripping and squirting from her nipples. I placed her feet flat against my chest so I could squeeze her tits some more, then leaned forward with her ankles on my shoulders and gave her a serious fucking.

Ann was equally as frantic. “Oh yes fuck me so hard, use me, I’m such a slut, I’m so sorry, Oh God forgive me, I’m such a whore, make me come and shoot your hot cum on my face and in my mouth.”

Her dirty talk game was on point!

When I was ready, I pulled out, scooted up her torso and shoved my cock in her face. She grabbed it and pointed it at her open mouth, and shot after shot of hot cum hit her tongue and face while she continued to rub her clit and get off one final time.

I hovered over her, my cock dripping the last of its cum reserves onto her face as it slowly deflated, the head eventually tapping her nose as gravity won the battle.

Exhausted from the frantic buildup and release, I rolled off of her and laid next to her for a few minutes, our breathing returning to normal. Finally I rolled over on my side to face her, and she had a quiet smile on her face.

She hadn’t bothered to wipe her face, and I could see quite a bit of cum still clinging to her cheeks, nose and chin. I scooped some up with my finger and rubbed it on her left nipple, which was still dark and engorged, with milk threatening to burst forth again. I moved my finger in small circles, and grabbed more cum from her cheek and did the same to her right nipple, while she took over with the left.

Leaning over, I began to suck her nipple, tasting the delicious cum and milk combination.

I heard her whisper, “Please,” and, understanding what she meant, took another long pull on her nipple, scooped up some more cum from her face and fed it to her with my finger, then leaned in to kiss her, exchanging her milk and allowing her to enjoy the same cum milkshake that I just had.

Her reaction was immediate, her hips starting to bounce off the bed.

She needed more, and since I wasn’t ready yet, she begged, “Eat my pussy, please.”

I slid down her body and lapped at her pussy, her juices flowing freely. Ann raised her legs up and back to really open herself up, then reached down with both hands to spread her pussy open even further. Her cunt was wide open to the point that I felt like I’d be able to see her liver.

I sucked the meat of her labia into my mouth osmaniye escort and drove my tongue up inside her, then flipped her onto her stomach to eat her from behind and lick her asshole. I tongued her asshole and jammed two fingers as deeply into her pussy as I could, then jammed another into her asshole. I could feel my fingers wiggling against each other through the membrane that separated the walls of her pussy and asshole.

Her filthy mouth took off again.

“Oh God finger me, fuck me, fuck my asshole, gimme that big cock in my pussy and my ass, fuck me all night, shoot your cum in my pussy and my filthy ass….” On and on.

My cock hard again in only about 15 minutes (might have been a record — maybe the milk contains a hard-on vitamin), I raised up and slammed into her pussy from behind, reaching around to squeeze more milk out of her tits. I slapped her ass a few times, then pulled her hair and yanked her head back hard.

“Miss goody-two-shoes the preacher,” I taunted her. “On your hands and knees begging for my cum. What a slut you are, just a common whore aren’t you?”

I put my fingers in her mouth in a “fish hook” fashion and pulled back on the sides of her mouth, making it impossible for her to respond to anything I was saying.

“If only your pussy husband Jim could see you now, he’d think, ‘what a whore my wife is, getting fucked like a whore and loving it.’ Right? Does Jim know that you are just a two-bit slut? I’m going to pull my cock out of your pussy and line it up with your asshole. If you are a two bit slut, you’ll know what to do.”

I released her mouth and lined my cock up with her ass, which was still a bit loosened up from my finger minutes earlier. She didn’t wait for even a second, immediately pushing back and accepting the tip of my cock, then half my shaft, with the first push.

I grabbed another fistful of hair, yanking her head back again, and said, “All of it bitch.”

Ann leaned forward for a second, until only the head of my cock remained inside her ass, then shoved all the way back, my cock piercing her asshole and burying all the way until her as cheeks were against my abdomen. She let loose a primal, guttural scream than shook me, and we held there until her ass adjusted to the invasion.

After 30 seconds or so, Ann stated thrusting back and forth slowly, my cock coming out an inch or two further each time. Finally, she looked back at me and nodded, my instructions clear.

Grabbing her hips, I started fucking her ass quite forcefully, and she took it all. I pounded her ass quite mercilessly, slapped her ass, pulled her hair, and called her a two bit whore. Ann enjoyed the abuse more than I would have ever thought possible.

As I approached my orgasm, I told her to turn around and squirt milk on my cock as I came on her tits. She spun around and presented her chest to me, squeezing both nipples and releasing a torrent of milk, while I did the same and splashed cum all over the chest and tits. She released her tits and rub the combined cream all over her tits like a lotion.

Finally we collapsed on the bed, but didn’t stay there long because the bed was soaked and starting to get cold.

Ann got dressed and left, and we vowed to stay in touch and get together when we could.

We did get together several more times, but as these folks often do, she left for another ministry several states away, and that was the last I heard from her.

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