tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75557474738029137512024-03-09T04:25:03.087-08:0001 sexstoryCLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.comBlogger2445125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-64446249831947001162013-08-06T21:08:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.341-07:00Sharing AllieSharing Allie by Craver My wife Allie is a beautiful, trim, nicely proportioned 40 year old mother of two, who has worked hard to maintain her physical appearance and succeeded. Basically, our life has been a happy one, although over the years I've felt something was lacking in the sexual side of our relationship. I've always enjoyed sex more than Allie, and have tried very hard to interest her in a variety of sexual variations, without much success. Until recently. Now, these days, my darling, proper, almost shy wife has turned into... dare I say it... somewhat of a slut. What event, you ask, took place to trigger such a dramatic change in a fairly conservative, "normal" suburban mother? The answer may surprise you, because you see, the event was planned and carried out be me. Where do I begin to tell you about it, to explain to you why a husband would do what I did to and for his wife. You see, the event that changed our lives took place late one evening at our home, when I willingly encouraged, and practically forced my darling wife Allie to have sex with a friend of ours. We had gone to a party with another couple, and unfortunately, the wife of our friend had become sick. Since we were riding with Hank and Janie, we had to leave when they did, and since their home was a little closer to the party than ours, Hank dropped Janie off first, before driving us to our house. I was feeling pretty good following a few drinks at the party, and so was Allie. In fact, she was rather more amorous than usual, and on the way to our house, I let her ride in front with Hank while I rode in the back seat behind her. Allie was wearing a very sexy black dress, with thin spaghetti straps and a very low cut front, especially for her. As she turned to speak to me, one of the straps fell off her shoulder, partially exposing one of her perfectly formed breasts. I noticed Hank glancing at it, and suddenly felt a tingling in my cock. Suddenly I wanted my friend to see more of my wife, of her near-naked breast. I leaned forward and kissed Allie, surprising her momentarily, but as the kiss continued, in her alcoholic daze, she returned the kiss, even opening her mouth to allow my tongue to touch hers. As casually as possible, I began pulling the strap down over her shoulder further, exposing to our friend more and more of my wife's breast. "What are you doing?" she giggled, pulling away from me. "Just trying to show you off, my darling," I said. "You know how proud I am of you, and your body." She looked at me for a moment, then giggled. "But darling, that's not nice. Is it, Hank?" she said, giggling again. "A husband shouldn't show off his wife to his friends, should he?" "Why not, if he's proud of her?" Hank said, playing along with me. "See, baby," I said, tugging on the other strap on her dress, surprised when she allowed me to also pull it down over her shoulder as well, now exposing even more of her nearly naked chest. She hadn't worn a bra, due to the design of the dress, and almost all of her tits were now on display for Hank to see. "You're bad, Donald," she said, her eyes rather glazed, not altogether sure of what was going on. My cock was rock hard now, and I knew this could be an excellent opportunity to see one of my most exciting fantasies come true. To see my darling wife Allie getting fucked by another man. Hank has always been rather open about his admiration for my wife, so I knew it would be rather easy to entice him into coming inside with us when we reached our home, and I was right. When we pulled into our driveway, I said, "Hank come on in for a drink. That's the least we can do to show our appreciation for your driving us home, okay?" I was especially grateful we'd allowed the kids to spend the night at their friends' homes, so we had the house all to ourselves. When I invited Hank in, Allie looked at me rather strange, but then just shrugged her shoulders and got out of the car, walking rather unsteadily toward the front door. Once we were all inside, I turned on the lights and told Hank to make himself at home, saying I wanted to speak with Allie privately for a moment in our bedroom. Leading her down the hall and into our bedroom, I kissed her and said I wanted to do something exciting. "What?" she asked, giggling quietly again. I realized she was a lot drunker than I'd imagined, which was good, since Allie always seems to be a lot more sexually pliable when she's been drinking. "I want to show Hank just how beautiful my gorgeous wife really is." Walking to her dresser, I opened it and took out one of her sexiest negligees. "Here, darling. Put this on for me. I want Hank to see you in them," I said, trembling slightly as I handed them to her. "Oh God!" she giggled. "He can't see me in these," she said, smiling, her eyes dancing with glee. "He could see my tits right through this material. "I know, darling," I said seriously. "I want him to see you." "Jesus, Donny, what's gotten into you?" Allie said, taking the negligee from me. I quickly stripped off her dress, then knelt down in front of her and took off her pantyhose. God how I hate those things. When she was standing in front of me wearing only her panties, I stripped those off her, too, and made her wear the thinner bikini panties that came with the negligee. "Put these on, darling," I said, so excited now I was trembling as I rolled the panties up her thighs and over her cunt and ass. As I dressed her in the sexy, transparent negligee my hands shook and my cock twitched and jerked in my underwear. Actually, it was in Allie's underwear. On a whim I had put on a pair of her panties to wear under my slacks to the party. She had smirked at me when I did it as we were dressing to go to the party, asking me if I was turning into "a queer." I told her I wasn't, saying I just liked the sexy feel of the texture of her nylon panties on my balls and cock, which is true, but as I thought about her remark, I wondered if in truth I really was becoming interested in other men, or rather in their cocks. Now I took off my shirt and slacks and she saw my hard cock making a dark stain in her panties. "Jesus, Donny, you must really be hot. You're staining my panties, you little faggot, you," she giggled. "Want Hank to see you, too, Donny?" she teased. "Think he'd like to see you wearing my panties?" My cock twitched uncontrollably, and Allie laughed at me. "You would, wouldn't you. And you'd probably like to watch him fucking me while you played with yourself, wouldn't you, Donny," she giggled, standing in front of me, weaving back and forth unsteadily. "Let's go see Hank, darling. I can't wait to see the reaction on his face when he sees you in that nighty," I said, taking a robe out of the closet, pulling it on, tying it in front to hide my cock and panties. I led Allie down the hall toward the living room, listening to her giggling as we walked into the room where Hank was standing. He had taken off his jacket, and turned to see us walk into the room when he heard Allie giggle. "So Hank... what do you think? Have I got a beautiful wife or what?" I said, holding Allie's hand high over her head, turning her all the way around for him. In the brighter light of the living room, I could clearly see her tits, and nipples, as well as her light brown pussy hair, and I knew Hank could see all those things, too. "Jesus Christ!" he gasped, and I was pleased to note that his cock seemed to suddenly grow and twitch in his pants as he looked at my sexy wife. "Hi Hank baby," Allie giggled. I led her over to Hank, and when the three of us were standing next to each other, I said, "I want to try a little experiment, darling. I want you to see if you can tell which of us is doing something to you. So I have to blindfold you now, darling, okay?" "Okay... I guess," Allie giggled again. I reached into the pocket of the robe and took out a black sleep mask I'd brought with me from the bedroom, placing it over Allie's head, over her eyes. "No peeking, darling," I said, making sure the mask was in place. "Okay," she giggled. "Here... let me lead you over to the sofa," I said, helping her sit between us. "Now... one of us is going to kiss you, and I want you to see if you can tell who it is, okay?" I said, motioning for Hank to kiss her. He leaned over and took my wife's head in his hands, then leaned closer and began kissing her. I watched as my wife opened her mouth and swallowed his tongue, and suddenly I just had to touch my cock. I opened my robe and began playing with myself as Hank moved away from Allie's face. He looked down at me, and with my cheeks burning with shame and excitement, he smirked at my panties. "Nice underwear, Don," he said. I blushed and felt my cheeks reddening, then turned to Allie and said, "Could you tell who that kiss was from, darling?" "Sure," she giggled. "It was Hank. I could tell because his tongue feels bigger than yours. Wonder what else he has that's bigger than yours," she said, laughing again. She was enjoying this as much as I, and it motivated me to go further with the game. "Now we're going to touch you, Allie. One of us is going to touch your breasts. See if you can tell which one," I said, again signaling for Hank to go first, giving him permission to fondle my wife. Hank smirked knowingly at me again as he leaned over and began caressing Allie's breasts. As he fondled her he looked at me playing with my cock. He kissed Allie again, and began to tug on the sleeves of her negligee, drawing it down over her shoulders, practically challenging me to try to stop him. Naturally, I didn't. Instead I took my cock out from my panties and let Hank see it, let him see how hard it was, although I knew it was probably much smaller than his. "Ohhh," Allie moaned as she felt cool air on her naked breasts. "Oh God, Donny. My... my tits are exposed, aren't they. Hank can see them, can't he." "Yeah. I can," he whispered in Allie's ear, kissing and caressing her, making sure she knew it was him. "Hank? Is that you?" Allie smiled. "Sure is, darling," he said proudly. "Oh God, this is so exciting," Allie gasped, instinctively spreading her legs. "Should I touch her here, too, Don?" he said, reaching down to cup Allie's cunt in his hand. I watched as he rubbed the wetness from her cunt over her swollen clit, and it was all I could do to keep from coming as I watched Hank slide the thin material of Allie's panties aside, exposing her wet cunt to me as he slid his fingers inside my wife's pussy. "OHHHHHH Godddddddd!" Allie moaned, her head flopped back on the sofa, jerking and twitching occasionally as Hank finger-fucked her. "So nasty... so... so FUCKING naughty!" she gasped. Allie rarely swears, and to hear her using the word fuck like that was incredibly exciting for me, and, I knew, for her as well. "Don, help me out here. Come over and unbuckle my belt. Then take my pants off for me. You know you want me to fuck your wife for you, so get me ready for her," Hank said. He didn't ask if I would. He just simply told me to do it, knowing I would. And I did, my cock sticking out above the edge of Allie's sexy yellow nylon and lace panties that were cupping my balls. Hank grinned at me as I knelt in front of him and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his trousers, then unzipped them and pulled them down to his ankles. Hank was wearing a pair of normal white cotton briefs, and when I'd taken his pants off, watching as he continued to kiss and finger-fuck Allie, he turned to me again and said, "Now take my underwear off, too. Let's show this hot slut wife of yours what a real cock feels like in her pussy." "Oh God, Donny. Are you going to do that, darling? Are you going to get him ready for me, Donny? Are you going to... to suck his cock to get it hard for me?" Allie asked. "Would you like him to?" Hank asked, grinning at me. "Yeah!" Allie said, a dirty laugh gurgling from her throat as she reached up and pulled the sleep mask off. She looked at me kneeling there on the floor in front of Hank, her panties holding my balls in place while my rather smallish but rock hard cock stood straight out in front of me. "Do it, slick," Hank snapped. "Put my cock in your mouth for a minute. Get it hard enough to fuck your wife with," he continued. I knew this was a turning point in our lives, a point of no return for us if I did it. I also knew I had no choice. Repugnant as it seemed to me to be at the moment, I knew I had to watch this man sliding his cock into my beautiful wife's cunt or I would die. My mind already made up, I turned to Hank and without thinking about it any further, moved my head closer to him, opened my mouth, and took his thick, immense cock inside my mouth, licking and sucking on the very first cock I'd ever had in my mouth, for the very first time. "Jesus you're a fag, Donny," Allie chided. "You're a fucking queer. Aren't you!" she snarled. "Answer the lady," Hank said. "Admit it. You like going down on a real cock, don't you, bud. Doing a fucking good job at it, too. You suck cock a lot there Donny boy?" "No," I hummed so excited I didn't want to even take this huge cock out of my mouth for even a second. "Fucking wimp cocksucker," Allie snarled, humiliating me, yet exciting me beyond belief. Never had I been so excited. "Okay sport. That's good enough. I think I can fuck your wife with this now, don't you?" Hank laughed, removing his cock from my mouth. "Jesus, Donald," Allie said, staring at Hank's dick. "Now THAT is what I call a real cock. "Wait 'til you feel it inside your cunt, darlin," Hank said, pushing Allie back down onto the sofa, taking the ankle of one leg and pulling it high up onto the top of the sofa, spreading her open like a wishbone on a chicken. "Oh God, Donald. I'm... I'm so EXPOSED this way, aren't I. He can see everything, can't you, Hank. You can see all of me, can't you," Allie moaned, playing with herself as we watched, her desire to feel Hank's cock inside her so overwhelming she couldn't stop herself from masturbating. "I think you've got a real little nympho here, Donny boy. Look how wet she is," Hank said, spreading Allie's cunt lips apart with two fingers, opening her for me to see as she continued to rub her clit. "OH DARLING! THIS IS SO NASTY... SO FUCKING NAUGHTYYYYYY!" Allie shrieked. "I'm COMINGGGGGG!" she screamed, her fingers flying over her swollen clit as Hank and I watched her masturbation orgasm. "Want me to fuck her, Don? Tell me," Hank said, taunting me as he wrapped his cock in his fingers, squeezing it until a droplet of pre-cum lubricant began oozing out the end of it. "Yes. Do it. Fuck her! FUCK MY SLUT WIFE!" I shouted, feeling my cock ready to explode. "One more time first," Hank said sadistically. "Wipe this jism all over the head of my cock with your tongue first. Then I'll fuck her for you and show her what a real cock feels like in that tight little pussy of hers." Trembling, so close to coming I could hardly stand it, I leaned forward and touched the tip of Hank's dripping cock with my tongue, tasting the salty pre-cum lubricant on the head of his dick, distributing it over the entire crown with my tongue, just as he'd requested. "God you're a sick little fucker, aren't you, buddy. Well watch a real man fucking your slut now, Don. Like... THISSSSSS!" Hank bellowed, sliding his cock roughly and deeply inside my wife's waiting cunt. "OHHHHH GODDDDDDDDDD!" Allie screamed, immediately wrapping her legs around Hank's waist, drawing him further into her body, her eyes staring at me but not seeing me, unfocused, glazed over with drunken lust as he fucked her, triggering with her a series of powerful, never ending orgasms, one right after the other. Allie was so excited spittle was drooling from her mouth and down over her chin. Suddenly I knew what I wanted to do to her. I moved over next to her face, and with a shriek of perverted lust, unloaded my cum all over her face, spurt after spurt of it, coating her cheeks with cum, then wiping it around her face with my cock as Hank fucked her. It was as though she hardly even noticed what I'd done. She just kept fucking him, and coming, over and over, shouting his name, telling him what a great fuck he was, how much better than I he was at satisfying her. "Oh FUCK," Hank groaned, suddenly lunging forward. I watched as dimples appeared in his naked ass, a series of them, and I realized each time I saw those dimples appearing in his ass he was coming inside my wife, filling her with hot cum, sperm, way up inside her willing pussy, her willing, slutty pussy. After they were finally finished, Hank thanked me and apologized for some of the things he'd said, explaining that he was just trying to go along with my fantasy. I told him not to worry, that I'd loved it, and invited him to visit us and fuck my wife whenever he wanted, even adding that if we played our cards right Allie might even consent to having a few other men visit at the same time. "A gang bang, you mean?" Hank asked. I blushed, and said, yes, that was exactly what I meant, and I did, too. He said he felt that could be arranged, and I'm sure it will, too. I can't wait. After Hank left, I returned to the living room. Allie was snoring softly, lying there on the sofa with her legs spread. Her face was still coated with my cum, and some of her shoulder length strawberry blond hair was caked and matted against her cheeks. One of her feet was on top of the back of the sofa again, while the other was draped over onto the floor. As I knelt before her, staring at her wet, cum-matted cunt, what I saw there suddenly filled me with such an intense desire to taste her I had to do it. Crawling further up between her outstretched thighs, I looked more closely at her freshly fucked pussy, staring at the river of nasty looking hot white cum as it began to slolwy ooze out of her cunt and down into the crack of her ass. "God!" I sighed, as I felt my cock growing hard again. "Hmmm. What darling?" she said, opening her eyes slowly. "You look like such a hot slut, Allie," I said, taking my cock in my hand again, playing with it as the excitement over what I was going to do began to mount in me. Allie grinned at me, her eyes coquettish, sensual, and she stretched her arms above her head, then smiled at me again. "Darling, I AM a slut," she purred. "And you made me into one, so don't complain." "Who's complaining," I said, grinning at her, moving my face closer to the mushy cream filled cunt in front of me. "Darling, eat me. You know you want to," Allie smirked. "You really are a little faggot, aren't you, Donald. Sucking Hank's cock like that. Shame on you, Donald. What a baddddd boy. Now EAT HIS CUM OUT OF YOUR SLUTTY FUCKING WIFE'S PUSSY, YOU LITTLE COCKSUCKER! DO IT! EAT MEEEEE!" Allie screamed as my mouth suddenly darted forward and buried itself in her drooling, slippery cum-leaking cunt. "Oh my GODDDDDD!" she screamed, wrapping her legs around my head just as she had around Hank's waist when he fucked her. I could taste his cum, taste the salty texture of it, mingled with the anchovie-like flavor of Allie's cunt. The creamy cum blended with her juices to create a kind of sexual paste, and I found myself sucking as hard as I could, eager to get every last drop of his cum and her cunt juices into my mouth and down my throat. It was delicious, and not just because of the way it tasted. It was the thought of what I was doing that was so exciting, and I wondered what my darling wife's pussy would taste like if in fact we ever did arrange to have her gang-banged. My cock suddenly exploded cum all over my hand as I jerked on it while slurping and sucking on my slut wife's pussy. I tried to imagine how she would taste with the cum of several men dripping out of her and into my mouth, and as she came again, I knew, I just knew, she would do it. I had created a mons opened a sexual Pandora's box, and there was no turning back now.... 6061 1.37/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-21354060145639115032013-08-06T18:57:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.352-07:00Something So Nasty And HotSOMETHING SO NASTY AND HOT By Arieboy After Dee and I got divorced I was hooked, hopelessly addicted to creampies, watching her fuck and waiting for her to cum home with interesting hot stories about her evenings out with other men. Naturally, being an addict means just that, I was addicted and had to find another woman to fulfill my needs and fantasies, and perhaps the only way I could really get off now. I went through a few girlfriends but they were hopeless, some would be reviled at my suggestions that they get some strange cock, and especially black cock that it caused immediate break-ups. Others would talk about it while having sex, but would never do it once the heat was gone and they had gotten their so nice for strange cock pussies off. Then I met Lil, she was 33 years old 5' 8? 123 and had nice round tits whose nipples stood out like tiny cocks, She was blond, truly blond above and below. When we fucked her cunt lubricated like a running sieve. Christ her turn on?s were a bed flooding experience. I knew after about two weeks with Lil that she was a prime candidate for fucking other men, but was not sure if she would be into black or brown cocks. Lil was the kind of woman you just wanted to get so fucking nasty with that it was boundless for the mind to really get a grip upon. And I am very nasty and was soon to find out that Lil was no piker when it came to being nasty as well. One evening Lil and I went to an adult bookstore where for $10.00 you could go into an area where all the movies were shown in small rooms with a makeshift cot on the wall which was padded and big enough to lay on comfortably and fuck or view movies. The thing in this bookstore was that if you wanted company you would leave the door open and go to the toilet and leave your woman in there for a few minutes. If when you came back (And sometimes you'd have to do this a few times to catch a stranger or two) then when you returned, lock the door and go at it with whomever had entered the room. I went to the toilet a few times and on the third trip Lil had caught a fat mangy looking Mexican fellow and a somewhat tubby black man. Neither were Adonis for sure, but they both had fairly good sized 7-8 inch cocks and were very nasty men. When I entered the room I locked the door and one of the men began sniffing ?Rush? with one hand and playing with Lil's erect nipples with the other. At the same time the black man was reaching beneath Lil's loosely fitting dress which had no undergarments beneath it. The first man, the Mexican began sucking Lil's titty nipples like the little cocks they were as the black man was rubbing his full hand over Lil's whole crack, ass and soaking cunt both. Fuck my cock was so hard it hurt as I watched this and wondered how nasty these two guys would get with her. I let the show go on for quite a while, as the black man dropped to his knees and began sucking Lil's juices which were now flowing from her pussy down her legs. The Mexican had her dress hiked up and was rubbing his cock on her stomach as Lil was giving him a little help stroking the top of it as he rubbed it in her cunt hair and up to her bellybutton. Finally the Mexican guy moved Lil to the padded porn bed and forced her down on her ass upon it, whereupon he grabbed the back of her head and literally forced her mouth on his cock. The black man behind her was reaching around and massaging her tits as she sucked the other guy all the way down her throat. I all of a sudden had a great idea, which was, both of the men in her pussy at the same time. I told the guys what I wanted and explained that Lil would have to lay on her back on top of one of them as the other mounted from the front and both worked their cocks into her pussy. The men were more than happy to cooperate with this hot scenario and soon Lil had both of the cocks into her sloppy wet and mushy noisy pussy, she took both cocks so easily. As the men fucked her simultaneously I maneuvered around and managed to get my cock into Lil's mouth using an odd and uncomfortable position but who cared? I told the men to hold their cum as long as possible as I wanted them to cum at the same time, both shooting their loads into Lil's pussy at the same time. The men acknowledged my request and just kept fucking her as they struggled to grope her tits as they did. What the hell, I thought why not share this beautiful sight with any other men in the porn store theater, so I unlocked the door and left it ajar as the action continued. It wasn't a minute and I had three other men in the room, all of them very unsavory looking, overweight and with cocks out stroking them. Lil was paying no attention to her audience as she was enjoying the double cock fuck she was getting. Knowing I had other men to fuck her one an older black man of about 50 with a 10? cock but a big tummy and two white guys, I decided to orchestrate the two fucking her to cum and hopefully at the same time. As luck would have it, both of the guys did shoot their loads at approximately the same time into Lil's totally saturated cunt. It was so hot, and Lil was in a trance of hot sexual ecstasy, as I said to her, ?Baby, you are getting two different loads at once in that hot wet pussy.? Lil grabbed the man on top her ass and pulled him harder down upon her as he shot his load and she was cumming too; in quarts, I think. When the men stood up and Lil lay on the bed mat, I told her to clean her strange lovers cocks off and they both as in her twat, both stuck their cocks in her mouth as she grabbed the shafts and balls and cleaned the cocks off as I fingered her nasty, filled with sperm pussy, it was so wet it is hard to explain, her ass crack was totally saturated as it was leaking onto the mat. The two freshly fucked men backed off and Lil spotted the others standing there stroking their cocks, and said, ?Ohhh, I want that black one in my mouth right now, come here daddy.? The older well hung black man approached and Lil reached out sitting up and grabbed his ass and pulled the big black dick into her mouth and began sucking wildly. The other two new strangers, both came over and began groping her and one got on each erect nipple as they each had a firm tit in their hands. Now the room had all of us again locked in, me, Lil, and five strange men. One of the men sucking her tit asked if she did golden showers and asked her to piss in his mouth. At first Lil was a little reluctant but soon the man lay on the floor as we all watched. She squatted down and he lapped up all the juice from her cunt, as Lil tried to piss into his awaiting mouth and on his face. It took her a while but eventually as we all watched Lil let loose with a stream of piss into the man's mouth, and he was swallowing it as fast as it streamed into his mouth, at the same time he was jacking off. When Lil had completed pissing, he got up, thanked us, and left. I locked the door after him, but not before another black guy came into the room. This guy was young and studly with quite the large fat cock, again the room still had five strangers, two of which had already fucked Lil's pussy. The black guy Lil was sucking when the guy wanted the golden shower refreshment, again stuck his cock back into her mouth and the one of the other men was jockeying to get a mouth full of Lil's wet dripping cunt. The guy being sucked declared that he was going to cum, Lil removed his cock from her mouth and grabbed it and jacked his load off on her face and into her mouth, swallowing his load, which was very large as it dripped down her chin unto her tits. Then Lil saw the young black stud and said, again, ?Ohhh wee, I want that big black cock in my cunt right now, get over here and fuck me stud man!? The two previously fucked men seemed to watch in awe as the one unfucked guy wanted to jack off on Lil's face. I guess he was just too hot to hold his load. As the big young stud had Lil's legs back over her shoulders, the 'yet to cum' man got on his knees and stuck his cock into Lil's mouth and soon retracted it and jacked off a big creamy load all over her face. The black stud was pumping her pussy like a machine as she screamed wildly and kept trying to raise her ass to meet his thrusts. Soon, he got all tightened up and I could see that he was ejaculating his load into Lil's cunt. Holy shit, it seemed as though he came for 40 seconds and then took out his cock and moved over Lil and milked the remainder of his cum into her waiting mouth. Everybody had gotten a nut except me, and I asked all the guys to leave as it was finally my turn. I had Lil stand before me and told her to spread her legs wide and see if any of the sperm would just drip from her cunt, it did, small drops were hitting the floor as the rest was running down her legs. I placed my hand over her hole and just felt the wet warmth of the cum dripping from her cunt. Then I laid her on the matted bed and plunged my cock into her very open wide pussy where no friction existed but it felt so good, so hot, warm wet pink velvet pussy, freshly fucked with lots of strange semen inside. I fucked Lil four times and each time got off a great nut and many good loads. I ask Lil if she had enjoyed it and if she had came a lot. She told me she had never had so many orgasms in one night in her life. Yes, Lil was nasty and hot just my kind of girl. 16626 1.85/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-67324621059476528052013-08-06T16:50:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.377-07:00The Year 3000It's the year 3000 and slavery has come full circle. All white women are the playtoys of Black Men, while White Men do all the housework and menial labor. Sex is forbidden between white men and women. White women spend each and every day exercising and beautifying themselves for their black masters. Black women spend their days abusing the white women they own, and also raising their valuable black babies. Black boys as young as 14 are seen walking around with white women or white girls on a leash. Since blacks had no work to do most black boys spend their days raping and gangbanging the white women and girls they own. White people have no rights. They are at the mercy of their black masters. Even breeding is controlled by the black masters. From the ages of 16 to 44 white women serve as fucktoys for blacks and have their tubes tied so they can't waste time being pregnant. After the age of 44 their tubes are reopened for the white women selected for breeding the next generation of white slaves. They are inseminated with sperm from carefully selected white men. The sperm is collected by black veternarians as whites are not entitled to doctors or health care. When whites are too old to be useful to their black masters they are shipped off to Africa where the natives deal with them and use them up. Whites are forbidden to attend any kind of school except for indoctrinatation of the young whites about the superiority of their black masters. Every year whites are required to go to refresher training on rules and regs and their duties to the superior black race. A typical black household in the Year 3000 is the Rashad family. Their white slave girls are 18 year old Alexis, a beautiful tall blonde, 18 year old Elaine, a nice petite blonde, and Linda a 19 year old perfect brunette specimen. Darnell and Shawonda Rashad were the two obese black masters of these white slave girls. Their hobbies were eating lots of food and sexually abusing their white slave girls. Every morning when the very lazy Rashads woke up they rang a little bell and the three white slave girls had to suck big black cock and eat black pussy. Rashad loved waking up to a blow job. He loved ramming his cock in Elaine's tiny white mouth. He swore to Shawonda that he could choke her with it but so far she survived even though she passed out a few times. Shawonda loved getting her pussy eaten by white slave girls. She also loved watching her obese black husband fucking these tiny white fucktoys. She loved spanking them with paddles and leather belts until they cried and then she'd ram their tight asses with an oversized dildo. The white slave girls were also required to service the Rashad's three sons. All three boys were lazy and obese too from never working. The boys were 17 year old Dexter, 16 year old Clyde, and 15 year old Pervis. They always seemed to have hard cocks and they loved fucking white slave girls. Sometimes they got one girl each but mostly they'd just gang up on one white slave girl. Dexter was turning 18 in a week and he told his obese parents he wanted his very own white slave girl. So Darnell Rashad bought his son a real hot little white girl named Sue. She was only 17 and was nice and petite. She was blonde with blue eyes. Dexter handcuffed her to his bed and spent all day fucking her very tight white holes. She was in agony but couldn't move due to the cuffs. He even let his brothers sample her holes. She got almost no sleep for her first few days. She was only uncuffed to use the bathroom and shower. Dexter put a collar and leash on Sue and walked her around the house like a dog on her hands and knees. He even let his big pet Doberman fuck her in the ass. He walked her into his mom and dad's bedroom and commanded her to lick his mom and dad's nasty buttholes. He then made her lick his asshole and then his brother's assholes. He made her take a bath with him and kept dunking her head under the water. When they were both dry he cuffed her to his bed again and ravaged her for the rest of the night. The white men that did menial work were forced to wear womens clothing. They were forced to sleep in large warehouses and homosexuality was rampant among them since they weren't allowed to have sex with women. The Year 3000 is an era of prosperity for the black man. This era continued for another thousand years. 23114 1.91/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-60438948657491138462013-08-06T14:54:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.363-07:00The Rebirth of a Slut"The Rebirth of a Slut" by Craver Chapter 1. "Darling I still don't understand why you want me to have sex with other men. Don't you love me anymore?" Carla Polito asked timidly. God she was gorgeous, her husband Tony thought as he observed his beautiful young wife. Her spectacularly voluptuous body was coupled with the exquisite beauty of her deep blue eyes, high cheek bones, ivory white skin, and long blond hair. At 27 years old, half Tony's age, Carla was in her prime. Everywhere they went Carla attracted the attention of other men, yet she seemed to hardly notice. When Tony first met her, she was working as a waitress in a diner where he used to stop for breakfast. He dazzled the young girl with his handsome, Italian charm, and over the period of a few months discovered she had no family and practically no friends. An only child, Carla's parents had been killed in a tragic plane crash when she was in her early teens, and life had been a struggle for her ever since. Placed in a foster home, Tony gradually learned it was there where Carla had been abused by the family responsible for looking after her. She was hesitant to talk about it, but Tony's patient, caring attitude of sincere concern encouraged Carla to reveal more and more about her past. She and Tony began to date, and within a few weeks, in spite of their vast age difference, Carla fell in love with him, and they were mar Initially the marriage was everything Carla always wanted. Tony's construction business brought in a very high six figure income, and they lived well. Their home in Alpine, New Jersey was a palatial mansion. Tony was a caring, sensitive, yet passionate lover, and as he soon found out, Carla, once aroused, was like a wild animal. She loved sex, and eventually revealed to Tony that she had grown to love the things her foster family had forced her to do. "At first I hated it," she admitted. "But then, gradually, I began to enjoy it. I mean, it did feel good . . . you know . . . to get my pussy sucked until I came, and when Mr. Breck fucked me while his wife sucked my titties and kissed me, well . . . I started wanting it as much as they did. I was only 13 the first time Mr. Breck fucked me, and when he started bringing Mrs. Breck into the bedroom with us, well . . . I have to admit, as much as I hated it at first, Mrs. Breck sure could suck pussy. I . . . I guess I knew I had no choice, so I began to just let myself enjoy what they did to me, and once I made up my mind to do that, I started really loving the stuff we did together. Please don't hate me for it, Tony. I was a young girl, and I didn't know how to stop it." "Baby, don't worry about it," Tony had told her. "Maybe what they did to you is why you're such a hot fuck for me now," he grinned. Gradually Tony drew more and more of the details out of Carla about what she and her foster family had done together. Tony found out Carla had performed oral sex on both Mr. and Mrs. Breck, and got Carla to admit that on more than one occasion, the Breck's had allowed other men friends of theirs to have sex with Carla. It was shortly after that when Carla, 18 by then, moved out on her own. With only a high school education she had to settle for a job as a waitress in the diner where she was working when Tony met her. It paid enough to cover the expenses on her studio apartment in Hackensack, which was close enough to the diner to allow her to walk to and from work. The hours were long, but her regular customers tipped generously, and the owner of the diner was nice to Carla, so she rather enjoyed the work. Then she'd met Tony, and the rest was history. He was her Prince Charming, her knight in shining armor, and he whisked her away to his castle high on the cliffs overlooking the Hudson River where she knew she would live happily ever after. But now Tony was after her to do some of the same things with other men the Breck's had made her do, and Carla was afraid . . . afraid old feelings suppressed for all these many years would resurface again, turning her into the slut she had become while living with the Breck's. What would Tony think of her if he ever saw the kind of woman she had once been? As happy as he was of her until then, would he still be able to love the kind of woman she knew she would become once he subjected her to sex with others? She wasn't sure. Which was why she was so hesitant when Tony first began talking about watching her fucking other men. Yet deep inside, once the idea had been raised, she began to feel once again a hunger so intense it couldn't be d A hunger for some of the old perversions she'd enjoyed with the Breck's. She yearned for the kind of unbridled, pure, raw sex she'd participated in with them, and she knew she would once again become a total slut if Tony persisted in his requests to include other men in their sexual activities. "Tony!" "Oh . . . sorry darling. What did you say, " Tony said, looking up from the sports section of USA TODAY. "Last night when we were making love you said something again about having other men fuck me, remember? "Hell yes I remember. Why? Would you ever consider it, baby?" Tony asked, totally interested in their conversation now. Carla felt her pussy flooding with excited cunt juice as she answered carefully. Although Tony was the least jealous Italian man she'd ever known, still, she didn't want to do anything to disrupt the happy marriage the two of them had. "I . . . I guess I could do it if it really meant a lot to you. But God, Tony, you have no idea how slutty I'd become. When I did those things with the Breck's . . . well . . . I'm not very proud of how I acted in those days. Of course I was younger, but I was a total hellion, Tony. I . . . I was pretty much a total slut. They encouraged it, of course, but still . . . I . . . I'm not sure I could stop myself from acting like that again if we started bringing strange cocks home for me to fuck . . . and probably suck," Carla breathed. Her face was flushed, and it was all she could do to keep her fingers from wandering down between her thighs. She'd masturbated several times while fantasizing about it after Tony first mentioned the possibility of their perhaps having group sex. And now, in the clear light of day, Tony still seemed interested in their doing it. "Baby, I'd love that. Don't you realize how much I love you? How much we love each other? Nothing you could ever do with other men would stop us from loving each other. Hell, Carla, it would only make me love you even more than I already do now. Oh God, baby, will you do it? For me? Please?" Tony begged. "Well . . . if it means so much to you I guess I could. But who would we do it with?" Carla asked, the nipples on her 38D breasts so erect now they were clearly visible beneath the thin nighty she was wearing. "Let me take care of that, baby. I have to go to the office for a few hours this morning, but I'll be back early, around 3:00 this afternoon. Then I want to take you somewhere. Somewhere special, where I've been going for years. It's a porno theater where anything goes inside. Guys jerk off all the time there, and sometimes women come in. When they do, it gets pretty wild. Think you could handle something like that?" Tony asked. Carla's pussy was on fire. Just the thought of going to an adult theater and having men pawing her, or perhaps even more, made knees so wobbly she almost lost her balance. "What would they do to me?" she asked timidly. "Well I guess that would depend on you, babe," Tony smiled, sensing how much the idea was exciting his young wife. "Would . . . would I have to take my clothes off there . . . and . . . and suck somebody . . . or maybe let them fuck me?" Carla asked, her cheeks crimson. Sweat was trickling down from her armpits, running down over her ribcage, and her pussy was so wet now she could begin to detect a trace of a delicate but definitely fishy scent waifing over her. "Would you do that, baby? For me? Would you strip naked and let men take turns with you?" Tony gasped, his cock so hard it was making a tent in his trousers now. Noticing it, Carla replied, "I would if you wanted me to, Tony. But baby, if I start something like that I won't want to stop. Oh God, Tony, I'd . . . I'd want to let them do anything they wanted with me. You know how I get, baby. Look, Tony. Look how wet I am already, just from talking about it," Carla said, pulling her negligee aside, letting Tony see the wetness that was drooling from her cunt all over her thighs. In the slippery secretions her flesh glistened, and as Tony watched, Carla rubbed two fingers over, and then into her pussy, then removed them and slowly brought them to her nose, sniffing them before inserting them in her mouth, sucking them loudly, her eyes glazed with lust. "Oh God, Carla, baby," Tony said, unzipping his fly. "If you want to suck something, suck this," he continued, taking out his enormous, thick cock. It was dripping pre-cum lube from the end as Carla walked over to her husband, dropping to her knees before him. She took his thick cock in her hands and squeezed gently, milking a copious droplet of pre-cum from the end, holding her open mouth under it to let Tony watch as the long silver strand of juice fell slowly onto her tongue. Smiling then, she leaned closer and took her husband's dick inside her mouth, sliding her lips slowly over it, squeezing his balls with one hand while jerking him off with the other. "Oh God, Carla, yes, suck me. Suck me like you're going to suck other men this afternoon, baby. You'll like that, won't you? You'll like having a train pulled on you this afternoon, won't you, baby," Tony gurgled. "Hmmm," Carla nodded, reaching into the opening of Tony's trousers, behind his balls, rubbing his anus at first, then pushing slowly, inserting her middle finger up inside his ass as she sucked the massive cock to rock-hardness. As soon as Carla began sliding her finger in and out of his asshole, Tony bellowed he was coming. Quickly removing her mouth from his spewing cock, Carla held the head of Tony's dick on her cheek, letting the hot cum splatter all over her face just the way Tony loved her to do it. "Look, baby . . . this is what your slutty wife is going to look like today when other men do this to her. Will you like it, Tony? Will you like it when I take my clothes off like this," Carla continued, quickly pulling the negligee down off her shoulders, then off her waist, all the way to her knees, revealing her perfect naked body, her nipples still erect and hard as Tony continued coming on her face. "They'll see me like this, baby. And maybe while you're watching me one of them will suck you, too, darling. Maybe one of those nasty hot old men will fuck you in the ass, baby, like this," she said, fingering his asshole. "And maybe one of them will take your cock in their mouth and suck you like this, Tony," Carla said, taking Tony's cock in her mouth again, sucking it while she continued to finger his asshole. "Oh GOD, baby . . . you're sucking my guts out," Tony moaned, staggering against the wall, "I love it . . . I can't wait, Carla . . . I can't wait for this afternoon. Fuck the office. I'll call in and have Mike handle it. I want to take you to the theater right now. Okay, baby? Go with me? Now?" Tony pleaded. "Okay," Carla grinned, licking her lips, wiping some of Tony's cum into her mouth, the thoughts of becoming a total slut again filling her with incredible excitement. "Come with me," Tony said, holding Carla's hand, pulling her toward the bedroom with him. "I want to dress you myself for this." In their bedroom Tony walked over to Carla's lingerie chest, rummaged through the top drawer for a moment, then pulled out a short black lace slip with thin spaghetti straps. In the second drawer he selected a pair of hot red satin panties trimmed with black ribbon, then handed the garments to Carla. "Wear these, Carla. With some of those black stockings with the lacy elastic around the thighs, and black high heeled shoes. That's all. Nothing else, baby. I want to walk you through the parking lot and into the theater half-naked." "Oh Tony, baby. You're making my pussy so hot it reeks. Maybe I better shower first. We were so tired I didn't shower before we fell asleep last night, and I'm pretty rank smelling. I'll just take a quick shower before we go, okay?" "NO!" Tony practically shouted. "Don't you DARE! Don't you know how much a smelly pussy turns on men in a place like that, Carla? Besides, you'll sure as shit have to shower after you come home anyway, so why waste the water," Tony laughed. "Okay, baby. If you say so. But I doubt anyone will want to eat me the way I smell today," Carla said, embarrassed by her essence. "And I guarantee you they will, babe. Now put those on and let's go." Tony parked the car in the lot outside the theater, which was located in the center of a small strip mall containing a drug store, a cleaners, and a few other shops. Carla took a deep breath, turned to Tony and said, "Are you sure about this, darling? There's no turning back once we go in there." "I know, baby. And it's something I've wanted to see for a long time . . . my wife acting like a beautiful slut with a group of strange men. I WANT this, Carla, okay? Don't chicken out now. Do it for me, baby. Do it for both of us." "Okay, Tony," Carla sighed. "Just don't say I didn't warn you when I really let go in there." "It's what I want, baby. So do it. Let yourself go . . . all the way. I want you to do the nastiest, most outrageous things a woman has ever done sexually. I WANT it, baby, so go for it." Carla opened her car door and stepped out into the bright sunlight. It was now around 11:00, and perhaps eight or ten cars were parked outside the theater. "I wonder what type of men come here this early in the morning," she mused to herself as they walked across the narrow roadway to the entrance to the theater. A man came out of the drugstore next door, heading toward his car, when he saw Carla and stopped. When Carla and Tony went into the theater, the man followed, standing next to Carla while Tony bought the tickets. Carla smiled at the man, and he stared openly at her full breasts, clearly evident beneath the slip she was wearing. Carla felt her nipples harden, and the man licked his lips nervously, smiling back at her as she turned to follow Tony into the auditorium of the theater. Carla noticed the man buying a ticket behind them, and she grinned to herself, wondering if he would be one of the men who would fuck her that morning. Inside the theater Carla and Tony stood for a moment at the top of the aisle, waiting for their eyes to become accustomed to the dim light. On the screen a sexy, actually rather whorey looking blonde was blowing a black man while another black man was fucking her in the ass from behind. Carla felt her cunt instantly growing wet, and as they stood there watching, she heard the telltale squishing sounds of men masturbating. Her knees wobbled, and she had to hang onto Tony to keep from falling as they slowly made their way down the aisle to a row of seats near the center of the theater. Carla noticed the row of seats in front of them had been removed, which meant there way no protective barrier between where they had sat down and the light coming from the screen. Carla and Tony were clearly visible to anyone who wished to see them, and somehow that made Carla nervous. "Tony, let's sit in another row. This row doesn't have any privacy." "I know, baby. Why do you think I selected it?" Tony asked, leaning over to Carla, kissing her neck while his hands fondled her breasts, tweaking her erect nipples. "Oh God, Tony. You're bad, darling. You want men to see your slut wife, don't you." "Fucking right I do," Tony said, gently tugging on the straps to Carla's slip, pulling them down until her tits were totally exposed. Then Tony sat back and waited, unsnapping and unzipping his own jeans, then tugging them down around his knees as Carla looked on in amazement. Tony was naked now from his waist to his knees, and his cock was already hard as a rock. "God, Tony, you're hard already," Carla gasped, reaching over to squeeze her husband's cock. "No shit, Dick Tracy. What gave you your first clue?" Tony laughed, stroking himself, reaching down to fondle Carla's thighs. Carla heard a noise behind her and turned to see a man leaning forward in his seat, looking at Tony and her. "We have an audience, darling," she whispered to Tony. Tony turned and smiled at the man. "Why don't you come up here and join us," he said. Immediately the man got up from his seat and walked into the aisle, then into their row, sitting down next to Tony. Carla noticed that the man had his cock out and was masturbating. "No man. Sit by her. She needs company," Tony encouraged. "Really?" the man asked. "Yeah. It's her first time here. Make her feel at home," Tony said. "Fuckin' A," the man said, moving into the seat next to Carla. When he walked in front of Carla, he turned so she could see his hard cock sticking out of his pants. The sight made her pussy flood, and as soon as the man sat down Carla reached over and touched his cock. "Oh baby, yeah, touch me," he groaned loudly. Other men were moving into the aisle behind them now, and Carla could hear them murmuring to each other, watching them. Someone reached over her shoulder and began fondling her naked breasts. Carla jumped, turned to see who was there, and then turned back to the man with the naked cock again, letting the man, or men, behind her continue to play with her tits. "Suck him, baby," Tony urged. Carla looked at the cock for another moment. In the dim light she could see it was quite thick, although no where near as large as Tony's. Still, it was a cock, and with a growl she leaned over and took it in her mouth. "Holy shit she's blowing him," a man behind them said. "Come up here and she'll blow you guys, too," Tony said. "Or if you want you can fuck her." Immediately three men appeared in front of Carla, their cocks out, hard, nasty looking as they jerked on them. One of the men moved closer, giggling insanely. "I'm . . . I'm fucking gonna cum all over this bitch," he groaned, leaning closer to Carla, his cock suddenly exploding, spewing cum all over the gorgeous blonde. "Oh God!" Carla moaned as the first gobs of hot, sticky cum landed on her face and in her hair. "Oh Tony, he's coming on me!" she moaned, masturbating now. "Move your fingers, baby and I'll give you something a whole lot better than those to excite that sweet pussy of yours," a man said. Carla looked at him with glazed eyes, then leaned back in her seat with her legs spread, her pussy inches from the hard, naked cock the man was holding. "Here it comes, baby," the man said, leaning into Carla's pussy, his cock touching her clit now, making her squeal loudly. And then he was entering her, fucking her, his dick filling her with its massive thickness. "Oh yeahhhhh!" she moaned, turning her head sideways to suck the man she had been blowing. He was standing next to her now, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth as the other man fucked her. Behind her someone else was jerking off on her again now, and she could feel his cum as it landed on her bare shoulders and tits. God this was hot . . . so fucking hot . . . so nasty. She loved being a slut for Tony, and she knew from the way he was groaning that he was loving it, too. Turning her head toward him, her eyes still filled with a crazed look, Carla felt her pussy tingle as she saw that Tony, too, was getting sucked. By another man! Suddenly, without warning, Carla started to come. Her entire body felt like it was on fire now. Millions of little pin-pricks were stinging her, as though an army of fire ants were feasting on her, yet the stings were pleasurable, not painful. She screamed, her screams muffled by another cock in her mouth from someone behind her, as the intensity of her orgasm jolted her. Tony grinned at her, and she winked back, watching as he lifted his ass up off the seat, sliding his cock deeper into the man's mouth as the cock in her mouth exploded, showing Carla with more cum. She lay back passively then, as the man fucking her moved faster. Carla felt herself growing limp, and waves of pleasure washed over her. The man fucking her was coming inside her pussy now, she realized, and yet she was too drained to move. Her excit was constant now . . . everything that was happening to her causing a string of orgasms that just kept coming and coming and coming. She lay with her legs spread as the man who had just fucked her withdrew from her cunt, leaving her open and waiting for the next man. This one was black, his massive cock so thick and heavy it dipped down toward her as he moved between her legs, positioning himself to fuck her. "You like black dick, white bitch?" he growled. "Anything. You can do anything you want to me," Carla gasped, feeling him fondling her breasts roughly. "Get ready to feel a REAL cock, bitch," the man said, moving into her pussy with the crown of his enormous dick. "That's what they all say," Carla grinned at him, challenging him. "Oh yeah! Well feel THIS!" the man grunted, sliding inside Carla's cum-filled pussy. Instantly she came again, as the thick black cock stretched the walls of her cunt, tugging on them as he continued to slide deeper inside her well-lubricated pussy. He was good, an accomplished fucker, but Carla noted with pride that his dick, as large as it was, really didn't feel any bigger, and not quite as thick, as her own Tony's was. Still, it was a very nice cock, and when he started coming in her she felt it swell even larger than any cock she'd ever taken other than Tony's. Her continuous orgasm seemed to reach a new plateau, and from somewhere behind her she felt more cum raining down on her from both sides. Two more men were drenching her with cum, and she could feel their cocks rubbing on her face and neck as they baptized her with their sticky ointment. Tony was coming now, and as Carla watched, Tony fought to keep his eyes open. The man sucking him gagged, and withdrew from Tony's cock, coughing and spitting cum from his mouth. "NO! Don't WASTE it!" Carla cried out, leaning down to the man, kissing him with her open mouth, sucking her husband's cum from his mouth. The astonished man watched as Carla sank to the cum-covered floor next to him, then gasped as she took his naked cock in her mouth, sucking it. Tony was squeezing his cock now, milking the last few waves of excitement from his orgasm as he watched his slut wife sucking the man who had just sucked him. "Oh lady, oh my . . . this . . . this is so newwww for me," the man lisped, torn between wanting his cock sucked and the obvious discomfort of having it sucked by a woman. Finally the sensations Carla was creating in him won out, and he moaned as his orgasm erupted in her mouth. Carla fondled his balls, squeezing them gently, and reached beneath them to slide a finger in his asshole. "Oh yesssssssss!" he whimpered, another huge gob of cum spewing into her mouth as she fucked his asshole with her finger, then quickly withdrew it and offered it to him to suck, which he immediately did, tasting his shitty sweat mingled with some of the cum on Carla's finger. "This is so fucking nasty," Carla thought, her body shivering with lust as she continued to wallow in the filth of what she was doing, loving it. Finally Tony said they probably should leave before someone called the cops. Reluctantly Carla got up from the floor, pulled the straps of her black slip back up over her shoulders, and she and Tony walked up the aisle and out into the lobby of the theater. Her black slip was caked with streaks of white cum, and her face and hair were similarly stained with the evidence of her slutty orgy. "Do you have a towel or something?" she asked the man behind the ticket counter. "Jesus fucking Christ!" he gasped, looking at Carla. "Please?" she cooed, bending forward, letting him see her tits. "Ah . . . yeah, sure, here," the man said, handing Carla a roll of paper towels. She tore off several, then wiped her face and tits, letting the man watch as her gorgeous breasts flopped and jiggled under her slip as she wiped the puddles of cum from them and her neck and face. "Thank you," Carla smiled. "You're sweet. Here's a souvenir for you I think you'll enjoy," she said, removing her cum-filled panties, then handing them to the man. "Holy shit!" he gasped, taking the wet panties, staring at the puddles of cum on and in them. "Go ahead. Sniff them. They're very fragrant. They should help you jack off for a long time, don't you think?" Carla teased as she turned to walk outside with Tony, leaving the man staring at her as he held the panties to his nose, smelling them with deep gasps of breath. Outside Carla noticed how messy her slip was, and when a couple of men walking nearby saw her, she felt her nipples hardening with renewed excitement. The men stopped walking and just stared at her as she passed them on the way to the car. Tony pressed the remote control on the keyless entry device, and Carla opened the door, pausing for a moment to stare at the men watching her, then got in with an exaggerated motion during which she raised her legs high enough for them to see her naked pussy. Inside the car she smiled at them, and on impulse pulled her slip down low enough to show them her naked tits before closing the door. As they drove away, she and Tony laughed at the stunned looks on the men's faces at what they'd just seen, something he and Carla knew they'd probably be talking about for years. 4971 1.37/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-10966547404731665902013-08-06T14:25:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.198-07:00Harry'sHARRY'S By Dom I checked the answering machine as soon as I walked in the door and the first message told me I had fucked up big time. I was supposed to have met my wife up at Harry's Pub two hours ago! The message was short and not so sweet -- get my own damn supper and pick her up at Harry's at 9 sharp! She and Maggie were going to catch an early movie then dinner and a few drinks while I found my way out of the house. Shit! Yes, I had screwed up, but the idea that she and that bimbo friend of hers were going to be dissecting me over dinner and margaritas was really pissing me off! Well, I had talked my way out of deeper shit before and my wheels were turning now. I would get to Harry's first and be waiting with roses and a great story -- it works every time. I was a little surprised when I got to the parking lot. There were only about five or six cars and Maggie's Jeep was already there. So much for beating them to Harry's. I guessed the movie must have sucked and they were already inside. I hoped I got to them before Hillary had hit the sauce too hard -- she really wasn't too logical after a drink or two and that would be BAD for me. As usual, Harry barely had enough light in the place to walk around and my eyes hadn't adjusted yet. He was behind the bar and flagged me down. He slid a cold one down the bar; "first one's on me." "Are Hillary and Maggie already here?" "Oh yeah! They've been here for over an hour. I wouldn't have given you a plugged nickel for your ass if you had come in here awhile ago." I nodded my head as I knocked back the brew, "how's the weather now?" "I think I covered you pretty good -- I brought them a round of drinks with a note from you." "From me?" "Yeah, I had one of your cards and I wrote on the back like I've seen you do. Your note said you got a call and had to leave. You also told them to have dinner and drinks on you and you would be here after 9." "That was brilliant Harry! Did they buy it?" "Not until Mable dropped off the single rose 'you' had left for Hillary." I grinned and slipped him a couple of 20s and left another for Mable. He handed me another drink, "well, you're not suppose to be here for a little bit, why not slip back into my private room and enjoy a steak and another drink. The game's on and that will give them a little more cooling off time." By the time I settled into one of his big chairs, my eyes had finally adjusted to his dungeon lighting. Looking through Harry's one-way glass, I finally spotted Hillary and Maggie at a booth by the pool table. They had already eaten and, from what I could see, had been through about four drinks each. Neither of them hold their booze that well and I knew I could sell my story big time now -- especially since Harry had provided my cover. I just kicked back and relaxed. Just then, Maggie picked up her purse, patted my wife on the cheek and waved as she left. Hillary was just sitting in the booth, playing with the rose, and nursing her drink -- without the bitch from Hell, I was home free. A couple of young guys came in and started to shoot a little pool and Hillary turned to watch. The drinks had made my prim little wife a little on the careless side. Her pose wasn't very "lady-like" as her skirt had slipped up a bit and was showing a fair amount of leg. She had also forgotten her rule about keeping her knees together in public. Each time she moved, I could see a little further up her dress. That's when I realized the guy bending over for his shot was actually just staring up my wife's skirt. At first, I started to rush out, then I laughed. My wife has never "flashed" anyone in her entire life and now this young guy was openly watching her and she was too potted to know it. I called Harry over, "you've gotta see this. That guy is staring up my wife's dress hoping to see pussy. All he's gonna see is pantyhose and ironclad white cottons! Hillary is always dressed to the teeth!" Harry reached over and aimed one of his security cameras at my wife, "maybe, maybe not. Take a look at her shopping bag." Tucked neatly at my wife's feet was a Victoria's Secret shopping bag. "They were both carrying those bags when they got here." Just then, the players took a break for another beer and, as one left the room, Hillary accidentally kicked over her bag and out fell a pair of wadded up pantyhose and her "sensible" white cotton panties. The guy walked over and bent down to help my wife. Harry flipped on a speaker so that we could hear them talking. "Here, let me do that." He stuffed the pantyhose back into the bag, but held Hillary's white panties up and looked them over. We could see my wife turning red. "What is a fine woman like you doing with these?" She giggled and grabbed for the panties, "those are my work clothes, give them back now!" He laughed as he handed them over, "Well, since you're not at work, what are you wearing now? It looks like you've been doing some shopping." Harry tapped me on the shoulder; "maybe you ought to get out there. Larry nails every gal he looks at." I looked back at him, "not this time -- Hillary has to be behind closed doors with all the lights off before I get my semi-monthly fuck." "Well, I would put money on him." Grinning, I asked, "How much?" "20 bucks!" I sneered, "make it interesting if you're going to say that!" "OK, $200 says he'll be done and gone before you're supposed to arrive at 9. If I'm putting up that much money, you can't interfere before 9!" I knew that I had screwed Hillary last night and she wouldn't be ready for sex for another two weeks or more, "you're on!" Harry flipped on a VCR as his camera and mike brought our attention back to the poolroom. We hear Hillary stammer her answer, "I'm meeting my husband here at 9 and my friend talked my into going into that shop." "Well, I'm sure that hubby will love whatever you bought." "That's none of your business." To our surprise, the dude backed off, "I'm sorry! I really didn't mean to insult you! But, speaking strictly for myself, I know I would love to see you in anything from Victoria's Secret. I just thought your husband might like it too." He continued, "please let me buy you another drink as an apology. Maybe we can start again. My name's Larry." When Hillary didn't protest fast enough, he waved Mable over and ordered a couple more drinks. Larry slipped into the booth beside my wife and they started talking. As they sat and sipped their drinks, although I noticed that my wife's skirt was still well above her knees, she turned aside his every attempt to talk about anything sexy. My $200 looked pretty safe to me. Just then, the second guy came back into the poolroom. My wife's new "friend" leaned over to her, "That guy's been taking me every game tonight. I've lost a small fortune to him. I sure would like to beat him at least once." Hillary's speech was a little slurred, "aren't you good enough to beat him?" "Not really and he's really rubbing it in. Say, I've got an idea! Maybe you could help me!" "I don't know anything about pool." "Well, that's not what I had in mind. When you knocked over your shopping bag and those panties fell out, I nearly tripped over myself. I have to admit that knocked me out! I couldn't help myself - I watched you like a hawk hoping to see more than a little leg." My wife's eyes narrowed, "So that's what brought you over here. What's that got to do with pool?" "My buddy has a real eye for a woman with great legs and he was already watching you. If he's beating me again, when he gets ready to shoot, could you wiggle around in your seat just a bit and kick that bag over again? If those panties fell out, he'd go nuts and screw up his game." Before Hillary could answer, he continued, "If you help me out, I'll pick up the tab for all the food and drinks you and your husband have tonight." I nearly fell over as my wife looked around the room and saw that no one else was around. "Well, OK. I'll try your silly idea." It was almost halfway through the game before Hillary caught the guy peeking at her as he was trying to shoot. She slowly wiggled around and stretched over the table to get her pocketbook. When she did, the hem of her skirt barely covered her bottom. His shot nearly went into the next room. I could have sworn I heard her giggle when she saw his reaction. As she settled back into the booth, her skirt was still pushed fairly high and she was showing a lot of leg. However, each time either of the two players tried to move to a "better" view up her skirt, my wife closed her legs or pivoted slightly as she toyed with her drink. She was really getting into teasing both of them. The game finally resumed in earnest and Hillary's new friend was about to lose his ass one more time. Just as the critical shot was about to be made, she "accidentally" tipped over the Victoria's Secret bag and let her panties and pantyhose spill out one more time. Naturally, the guy blew the shot and Larry had one more chance to win. Unfortunately, he was also trying to get a good look and missed his shot too. Before he came back for a second chance at the winning shot, the second guy wanted to get another beer. He knew he was on a roll and wanted to rub it in. My wife's friend came over to her, "I've got over $1000 riding on his next shot, you've got to do something else to help me." Hillary looked very perplexed, "What can I do? He's seen all of my tricks and I don't think he'll go for the 'panty in the bag' routine again." He grinned, "He actually hasn't seen anything has he? I know I haven't and I've been trying too." "I couldn't do that. That wasn't part of our deal." "Well, maybe not, but I'll add another $200 if you'll help me one more time." Hillary's mental wheels grabbed that money and had it spent even before she smiled, "I'll see what I can do!" By the time shooter #2 returned, Hillary was nursing her drink and idly toying with the hem of her skirt as she was "lost" in thought. As she turned to watch his last shot, my wife's legs opened wider and wider and her finger slowly pushed her skirt higher and higher. At the precise moment he began his stroke, Hillary reached over for her drink and "accidentally" opened her legs even wider so that all of us were treated to a full view of sheer, flame-red panties. My wife's pussy was on full display to two strangers -- not to mention me and Harry's camera and VCR. Predictably, the ball went wide of its mark and my wife slammed her knees together and yanked her skirt down. This time, Hillary's friend sunk his shot and scooped up his winnings as the other fellow threw down his cue and left. Harry slapped me on the shoulder, "Get your money ready my friend, he's still got almost 45 minutes left on our bet and he's already seen your wife's pussy!" "That was greed, not lust! Didn't you see how she snapped those legs together? A 30 second flash of pussy isn't going to win the bet for you!" "We'll see! How about another drink while we wait for him to plug her?" I didn't know that Harry had instructed Mable to put a "reserved" sign on his back room so no one else would drop in on Larry and my wife. We turned back to watch as Larry walked over to my wife's booth, "Well, THANK YOU! That last little stunt did the trick! Here's your $200 and another $100 to cover your dinner and drinks." My wife was still cherry red, but she still scooped up the money and slipped it into her purse. "I really didn't think I could do that!" Larry grinned at her, "With a body like yours, you need to dump those white cottons and pantyhose for good! Those were fantastic panties -- we could see absolutely everything! As a matter of fact, I think you enjoyed it!" "Oh No, I couldn't ...." "Oh Yes! From what I could see, those little panties are soaking wet!" "Maybe I was a 'little' excited, but that was all!" "Yeah right! I guess that's why your nipples are about to poke a hole in your blouse! I'm betting that your bra matches the panties and I think that's fantastic! If you husband doesn't screw you to the wall tonight, it will be a real shame." It must have been the booze, but before she thought, my wife answered, "Oh No! We had sex last night and I just can't do that twice in a row?" "Why not? You're a hot looking woman and that dripping pussy of yours wants attention real BAD!" "Momma always told me that a woman keeps control in a house by keeping her knees together. All I have to do to get my way about anything is to let my husband make love to me. If he can do it anytime, it'll get boring to him." Larry had already moved over next to my wife in the booth, "Well, that might be true for him, but aren't you horny as hell right now?" Before she could answer, Larry started slowly rubbing her leg with his hand. Harry and I could see him gently bunching her skirt up and more and more of my wife's legs come into view. "Don't you like the feel of my hand on your thigh? Doesn't it send a tingle right to your twat?" Hillary was shaking her head and put her hand on his to push it away but he just leaned in and started nibbling gently on her neck and earlobes. My tipsy wife was shaking now and pulled her hand back to pull his head even tighter to her neck. Larry's hand was busy as he continued to push her skirt higher and higher as he stoked her inner thigh. Seconds later, those magic panties were in plain view once again. Larry was right, they were soaking wet and Hillary's damp pussy hair was matted against the sheer material. His fingers were sliding across her panties and gently probing my wife's cunt. We could hear her labored breathing and she exploded in an orgasm. Larry was showing no mercy now and pulled the wispy material to her ankles. He slowly spread my wife's legs, totally exposing her gaping pussy. He fell to his knees and began to kiss his way up Hillary's legs until his face was buried in her twat and he was happily lapping pussy and my wife was squirming in lust! He raised up and began to slowly unbutton her blouse. Her new bra did match those discarded red panties and her nipples were absolutely rigid as he played with first one, then the other. He pushed my wife's bra aside and sucked a bud while he tweaked the other with his fingers. Harry tapped me on the shoulder as he zoomed the camera in for a closer view. We had been so fascinated with Larry's pussy eating and playing with my wife's tits that we had not noticed that his jeans were down and a raging cock was rubbing over Hillary's cunt. Harry held out his hand for his money as Larry slid his dick into my wife's slippery channel and started smoothly pumping for all he was worth. He was fucking my wife silly in the back room of a bar when I couldn't even nail her in our own bed! That's when something else hit me -- he wasn't wearing a rubber! It seemed like an eternity before he slammed balls deep one last time as his cock poured blast after blast of hot cum deep into my wife's pussy! Hillary gave a scream of pleasure and exploded in another shattering orgasm. When they finally came down from the peak, Larry's slowly pulled out of Hillary's twat. As he did, a tremendous load of cum oozed out of my wife's well-fucked gash. Larry reached down and picked up the sheer red panties, wiping up the mess with them. After wiping their juices off of his cock, Larry told Hillary to put the sticky panties back on. After they had both cleaned up a bit more, Larry picked up my wife's shopping bag along with her old panties and pantyhose. "You won't be needing these ever again." As he turned to leave, Larry gave my wife's ass one last squeeze, "I shoot pool here every Wednesday night -- just in case you'd like an encore." Hillary squirmed around on the bench as her cum-soaked panties pressed against her twat. She was coming back to normal now and thinking about what she had done. So was I! I had no idea how I could face my wife after watching her fuck another man. She had been wild with a lustiness I had never seen. My mind was spinning -- was this the only time she had screwed around or was he just another one in a long line? Harry rewound the fuck tape of my wife and settled back in his chair, "we can watch this once more before it's time for you to reclaim your loving wife." I turned to tell Harry to go fuck himself but stopped short as the big screen filled with my wife moaning in pleasure as the pool player ate her pussy. Then, I saw it -- a tear in her eye! Maybe, just maybe this was just one out-of-control incident! Now, I was swept up in the video as I watched for any hint of remorse as Hillary was fucked to orgasm after orgasm. All I saw was a wild-eyed slut with cum pouring out of her cunt! Harry killed the video and the live picture of my just-fucked wife huddled in her booth. Then I heard her sobbing and listened a little closer. "How could I have done something so stupid? ... What am I going to say? ... What can I do? . .. How can I make it up to him?" Harry tapped me on the shoulder, "well, neighbor, don't know what you're going to do, but it's time to get to it." My mind was still reeling as I walked toward the door. I still had the flowers and Hillary didn't know what I had seen so I managed a big smile as I entered the room. "Hi, Honey, sorry I'm late!" Wiping the tears from her eyes, Hillary rushed to greet me. "I Love YOU! Please forgive me for being such a bitch all these years!" As I hugged her tightly, I felt her nipples grow rigid against my chest. I caught my breath as I felt her hand on my crotch. She had never put her hand on me first! To my surprise, she pushed me back slightly and slowly unbuttoned her blouse and pushed it open enough for me to see her sheer little bra. "I bought some new things today, I hope you'll enjoy them!" She pulled me closer and guided my hand under her skirt, "the panties match, but they're soaked right now. I've been so horny waiting for you!" My wife's gash and panties were certainly still wet -- however, I knew that it was from another man's cum rather than lust for me! Still, she was hotter than I had ever seen her! My cock and lust betrayed my resolve -- I had a boner you could drive nails with! Hillary gasped when she felt how hard I was and fell to her knees in front of me. I glanced around and was relieved to see that there was no one else in the room as my wife slid my zipper down and pulled out my rigid cock. She slowly sucked me into her mouth and began a gentle up and down motion. Hillary had always told me to take a hike when I tried to get her to blow me and now she was lapping my dick like it was a lollipop. When she felt me start to tense up for my orgasm, Hillary locked her lips around my cock as I pumped the biggest load of my life into her mouth and throat! She sat back and wiped the cum dripping between her lips. "I hope you can get that hard again by the time we get home, I need to fuck real bad!" I could have sworn my dick was already twitching again as I zipped up. For the time being, I had forgotten my anger. I didn't even care that Harry probably had videotaped this too. I only wanted to see my cock buried in my wife's hot pussy. We made it home in record time and we barely made it inside the door before she had ripped off everything except her new bra and panties, "Well, how do you like the 'new' me?" Seconds later, those wispy bits of cloth were gone and we were fucking like newlyweds. We screwed in the kitchen, the den, the dining room, and finally in our bedroom. I hadn't cum that many times since I was a teenager. If this was my reward for her fucking another man, IT WAS GREAT! I was in a totally forgiving mood as I looked down on my wife in our bed, legs spread wide and MY cum gushing from her twat. I even managed a smile when she looked at me, lust still in her eyes, and asked, "tonight was so special, could we celebrate it every week? You could pick me up at Harry's at 9 every Wednesday....." 2954 1.34/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-49312397997696010792013-08-06T04:51:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.302-07:00My Wife, The Porn Star"My Wife, the Porn Star" By Craver It all started when I bought the camcorder. Toni was so excited the first night we used it to record our performance in bed she came three times. We did everything in front of that camera. Had the thing hooked up to the TV, too, sitting on a tripod, so we could see what we were doing right on screen while we were doing it. What a kick that was, to see my wife sucking my cock, on the TV, and feel it at the same time. When I came all over her face she got so hot just from watching herself getting jizzed on television, she blew a wad herself, drenching her thighs with wet coozy cunt cum. She was so juicy she actually made a little white puddle of cum right there in the bed between her legs. She begged me to go down on her and eat it, and I did it, too. Made me so fucking hot I got hard again. This time I fucked her from behind, so she could stare right into the TV while we got it on. I made her play with her clit, and she kept coming and coming until I told her I was ready to blast off again. She turned her head half way toward me, still able to see the TV, and made me come all over her fucking face again, laying my shooting cock right on her tongue, watching on TV while my spurting dick coated her tongue with white goo. When I was finished coming, she turned to the camera, making sure it captured her tongue with the puddle of come on it. Then, with an evil grin, she swallowed, real slow. Afterward, we ran the tape again a few times, jerking off slowly while we watched it. I was through for the night, and finally fell asleep, but Toni kept watching and masturbating, watching and masturbating, coming over and over again. She can do that when she gets totally hot, and believe you me, she was on fire that night. In the morning I asked her how many times she came the night before, and she said she couldn't even count that high. I kissed her, told her to enjoy herself, then left for the office. I've got one of those lousy, boring clerical jobs in an insurance company where I'll never make any real money, but won't get fired either. I put in my time, make my $38,000 a year, and live for the nights and weekends. And Toni. I live for Toni. She makes it all worth while. How I got her beats me, but I guess it had to be my big dick and my willingness to experiment with any fucking sexual deviation she wants to try, bar none. Filming us fucking is a typical example of the kind of thing that turns Toni on. I was sitting at my desk, and just daydreaming about her was making my dick hard, so with a sigh, I went back to work, wondering what Toni would have planned for us to do that evening. When I got home, I called out to Toni, and she came into the kitchen wearing the sexiest fucking negligee I've seen in years. She said it just arrived that day. Said she'd sent for it from one of those mail order houses weeks ago. Asked me if it was okay. Ha! What would YOU say if your wife had tits as large as melons, a waist as flat as a pool table, long black hair, blue eyes, a great ass, legs that go from the floor to the ceiling, sucked your cock whenever you wanted, and was standing in front of you in a porn star's negligee looking like the biggest fucking sex goddess of all time? I told her of course I didn't mind. That as far as I was concerned, anything she did was fine with me, as long as she kept sucking my dick and giving me her pussy. "Do you really mean it, Donny? Anything I want to do would be okay with you?" she asked, tentatively. "I said it, didn't I?" I answered. "As long as you keep acting like my own private slut, whatever else you do is okay by me, babe." "I did something naughty today," Toni said. "With Jill. And her girlfriend Kelly. I showed them our tape." I felt my cock harden. She could only mean one tape, and I was surprised and excited she'd shown it to them, especially Kelly. I took off my tie, walked to the fridge, and popped a cold brew. "What'd they say about it?" I asked, sitting in a chair next to the kitchen table, my legs spread out in front of me, my hard-on clearly evident. Toni looked at it, and I knew it would make her hot. "They loved it," she breathed, walking, or rather, swaying over to me, kneeling in front of me, stroking my cock. "They especially loved this. They told me how lucky I was to have a cock like this to play with." "Did you say Kelly saw the tape too?" I asked, my cock really getting hard now. Jill, our next door neighbor, is young, beautiful, and divorced, but her girlfriend Kelly just turned 18, and she's a real cock teaser. Pouty lips, nice firm tits, cute ass... the kind of girl any man would love to fuck. "Yeah. Kelly. Boy did the tape make HER hot. In fact, darling, if you'd like to see just how hot, come to the bedroom with me," Toni said, a wicked grin on her face, as she turned and walked out of the kitchen toward our bedroom. When we got there, Toni told me to strip, and to get in bed with her. She hit the remote control, turning on the TV and VCR, then went down on me and started sucking my dick, slowly, teasing, not trying to get me to come or anything. Just getting me more turned on. She didn't have to try very hard. The video alone was doing that. Right there on screen, my wife and these two gorgeous beauties were all naked, in our bed, and they were sucking each other, forming a "daisy chain" circle, with Toni's mouth buried in sweet young Kelly's cunt, while Kelly ate Jill and Jill ate Toni. "Hmmm, baby, their pussies tasted so good," Toni moaned, half watching the TV, half watching my cock growing larger. "They got so hot, baby. We had such a good time. Do you care? Are you jealous, lover? Was it okay to show them the tape, and do that?" Toni said, nodding her head toward the TV. I told her I loved it, and that I would give anything to have seen it in person. "You can, if you want," Toni smiled. "I told them you wouldn't care if we all partied together. I'll even let you fuck them if you want, baby. That would make me so wet, seeing you fucking Jill, and Kelly. Want to?" What do you think I told her. Of fucking course I wanted to. The next thing I knew, Toni called them, and within maybe ten minutes Jill and Kelly were walking into our house. I was still naked, and Toni was dressed in the sexy negligee. "Well, girls, here he is. Isn't his cock beautiful? I told you you'd like it," my wife bragged, holding my dick, pointing it at the two babes. "Hmmm. I can't wait to taste it," Jill moaned. "Yeah. It'll be nice to get fucked by a real man for a change instead of all those dumb jocks who come the minute their dicks touch my pussy," Kelly breathed, squeezing her tits. She was wearing a small, and I mean small, half tank top of some kind, which exposed the bottom half of her bare tits, her stomach, and just a hint of blond pubic hair above the edge of her micro-mini cutoff jeans shorts. The shorts were so tiny they exposed all of her thighs, and even some of her cunt. Long strands of pussy hair were sticking out beneath the bottom edges of the high-cut denim crotch, and it looked like the little bitch's thighs were slippery already with cunt juice. I couldn't wait to taste and fuck these two beauties, and neither could they. We went to the bedroom right away, and Toni continued to suck my cock while Jill and Kelly got naked. "Let's play fuckaround," Jill said. "Does he know how?" she asked Toni. My wife blushed, and I asked her what Jill meant. "Sometimes we get together and fuck other men, and we let them take turns with us, pulling out then switching partners until they start to come. When they do, they have to pull out real fast so they don't come in our pussies. If they do, we take turns eating their cum out of our cunts," Jill explained, casually, like I knew all about this. "You been fucking other men?" I asked Toni, and she blushed again. "You said I could do anything I wanted, and I'm letting you fuck Jill and Kelly. Is it okay, baby?" she said meekly. "Are you mad at me?" "Only for not letting me watch," I said, grinning. "Shit, baby, I told you, as long as you give me what I need you can do any you want, and I meant it." "Ohhh, Donny, baby, I love you so much," Toni said, french kissing me. I could taste my cock on her lips, and for some reason even that excited me. I wondered what it would be like to party with her and a group of guys. Then I felt another pair of lips on my dick, and looked down and saw Kelly sucking my cock. "Hmmm. He tastes nice and sweaty, like a real man," she purred, inhaling deeply, then moving lower, licking my balls lovingly. "Oh fuck, baby, keep that up and I'll come all over your face," I moaned, close to exploding all over her. "Not until you fuck me," she said, sliding up my body, rubbing my thighs with her rock hard nipples and soft tits. She pushed me back down onto the bed, kissed me, then climbed on top of my cock and started fucking me. Her tight little pussy was like a vise of warm flesh and for a minute I wondered if she'd put my dick in her asshole, but she hadn't. "Oh yeah, oh what a cock, it's HUGE!" she grunted, bouncing up and down on me. Next to her Jill stood there looking at her watch, counting.... "Three... two... one... okay, times up. My turn," she said, pulling Kelly off me. I groaned, but instantly Jill mounted me and started fucking me. Her tits were larger than Kelly's, and softer. In fact, her entire body was bigger and softer than Kelly's but I wasn't complaining. She really knew how to use her cunt muscles. Unlike Kelly, Jill didn't jump around all over me. Instead, she lay there, on top of me, barely moving her body, but working those internal pussy muscles so skillfully it felt like a long, soft, rippling mouth was sucking my dick. I've never felt anything like it, and I had to fight as hard as I could to keep from coming. "Uhhh... oh fuck... oh... ohhh, I've got to comeeeee," I gasped. "Do it. Fill my pussy with it," Jill growled, and I did, exploding inside her pussy, shooting spurt after spurt of hot, thick, sticky cum right up inside her cunt. "Oh yeah, YEAH!" she screamed, still milking my dick with those fantastic cunt muscles, jerking me off with them, making my orgasm go on forever, until finally, mercifully, I was able to begin to come back down to earth again, floating, dreamily, all the way down until I almost passed out. It was one fucking perfect come, I'll tell you that. "I got it, baby," Toni said, and I looked up at her. She was filming us with the camcorder. I smiled at her, and winked. "Damn that husband of yours can sure come a lot," Jill said, getting off me, trailing a string of cum across my thighs. Her pussy was leaking cum, all white and sticky looking, and when Kelly saw it, she growled and pushed Jill over onto her back, then dove between Jill's thighs and ate her, sucking my cum out of the freshly fucked cooze. I felt my cock jerk, and even though I'd just come, it started getting hard again already. Toni was still filming us, and told me to get behind Kelly and eat her while she was eating Jill, so I did, playing with my cock as I ate the young cunt from behind her while she continued eating Jill. We were all moaning and groaning, and when my cock got hard enough I fucked Kelly again, as fast and hard as I could until I was soon coming in her, too. "Eat her. Now! Eat your cum out of her cunt," Toni said, excited, still filming the action with one hand while playing with her pussy with the other. I did as she asked, dropping to my knees behind Kelly, and began sucking my cum out of her slick pussy. It was kinky as hell, and I loved it. We continued like that all night, and later, after they left, Toni and I fucked slowly while watching the tape. Next week Toni's inviting some guys over to party with us, too, and she said she wants to see me suck their cocks. Who knows, I just might do it, too.... ********* 11880 1.88/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-24876430746722677902013-08-06T01:37:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.285-07:00My life as a cocksucker Part 1Here is how I remember being told what I had become.... It was early Jamuary, and I was on my Knees, naked, and had just swallowed a rather large load of cum from Dave's 7 inch straight cock. We are both married, but he has an office where I spend a couple of hours each week making sure that his shaved balls stay empty. On the average I suck him off 3-4 times a week. I sometimes meet him on Sunday morning if I can get away. Today is Sunday. I was feeling a little low, and told him sucking his cock was having an effect on my marriage. I just didn't want to have sex with my wife, and was constantly thinking about his crotch. I didn't think I could do it anymore. Kind of hard to say with the taste of his cum still in my mouth. He leaned over me, grasped my face in his large left hand and said in kind of an assertive tone, "Look Cocksucker, and that is what you are, the decision is not yours to make, you'll suck me off and swallow my nut for as long as I feel a need. I felt dazed as his grasp was not kind, but meant to hold me so his eyes met mine. He went on, "Your My cocksucker, feel pride in that. It's not just anyone who gets to suck out my cream. And your more than just a cocksucker, your a Ball licker, and ass rimmer. Feeling better now. Remember the 30 minutes you tongue fucked my hole yesterday, and then thanked me afterward for allowing you that privledge. You were so excited, you had to jack off after I came down your throat" He continued, "There is nothing you do that is more important than servicing my cock and balls, NOTHING!!, Not being a husband, father, friend to me or anyone else. Not even an employee in that shitty job you have, NOTHING matters except my cock down your throat.... GOT THAT?!! "I bet you can't even imagine not feeling my load or someone elses shooting off in your mouth each week. The way you moan when I shoot on your tongue. And I know you've been sucking a few strange dicks each week. A cocksucker like you would never be satisfied with just one cock" I looked up, wondering how he could know I had been visiting a local Gloryhole every day I wasn't sucking him, hell some days even after I left his office. Was he following me? Did he have someone wathcing me? "Oh and something else, I've got several hours of video of you sucking my loads down, and of course your great manners recorded as well" He as refering to me always thanking him before and after for being allowed to suck him off and always for being allowed to swallow a load of cum. "You never know if some of that might find it's way on to the Internet. But I don't have to give you ideas about that, as lonf as you know your place." "What would your wife and kids think if they saw the many times you jacked off into your own hands and licked up and swallowed your own spend? Or the times you jerked off and shot your pitiful load on my balls and ass, and then licked me clean. If I remember right, you always squel with pleasure at being my cum slut" "Answer me bitch" "No I would not want anyone to see or know that I do that for you", I replied. "Well then, I guess we are still on the same page then, right?" "Yes sir" "Good, because all this talk about what a slut you are for cum has gotten me hard again." I looked up again from my kneeling position, and he started to slap my nose and forhead with his hardening cock, leaving a wet trail across my face. "Tongue my ass while I slowly jack out another load cocksucker" He raised his legs and placed them on the arms of his leather execiutive chair, and scooted his butt out to the edge. Staring me in the face was the underside of his large shaved balls and the star of his anus. I knew this area well, and stared by licking the underside of his balls, moaning in true happiness, as it was rare that I was allowed enougth time to get a second load. Amazingly, his balls felt full on my tongue, especially considering the size of the load I had swallowed a short while ago. I licked hard and with a passion I didn't know I possessed over the small patch of skin between his balls and anus. He was not jacking his cock yet, just letting me do my work. I looked up and he starred at me and nodded his approval. Just then he reached down and grasped the back of my head with both hands and moved my mouth to his hole. "Get to work ass licker" he said softly. My mouth became a suction device for his hole, my tongue entered and licked the area around his star. I didn't have anything else on my mind except pleasing him as well as I could, and thinking that this was where I truly belonged. The one place where I knew I should be, Naked, On my knees, my mouth pressed onto a man's asshole, licking and sucking. I shaked all over, almost like I had the chills. I was soooo imcredibly happy. Dave started to pull on his dick while I licked his hole and then the entire crack. We were both moaning, although Dave was beginning to move his hips while I licked. I didn't even have to move my mouth to lick his entire crotch. He'd stop every once in a while to have me lick the pre-cum off his cockhead, He considered it a treat and told me so. I would soon return to licking his ass, edging him closer and closer to a monumental nut. Finally, after about 20 minutes of my mouthing his asshole he told me to cap his cock and take it deep. I felt his orgasm before tasting it as he bucked and then held me tightly to his crotch. His balls were on my chin when I tasted his load on my tongue, hot and gooey. Not a small load either. I almost could not breath, and started to choke, but he didn't care, it just added to his pleasure. Finally he released my head, but I just backed off enough to breath, while still sucking and swallowing his precious milk. I kept his rapidly shrinking cock deep in my mouth, not moving much, just giving it the respect it deserved, and keeping it warm and moist until he let me know we were finished. "Got anymore doubts about what you are, and what your priorities are in this world now" he said. Looking up with dried cum on my lips, "No I think I understand where I belong, thank you for making it clear to me" "Good, be hear at Noon Monday, and I'll give you some more to think about, and don't be late cocksucker, I have a meeting at 1:00. 17068 2.62/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-50208345901204091612013-08-06T00:38:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.155-07:00African AdventurersAFRICAN ADVENTURE By Sontog We had saved for months, building our vacation time so we could both take a nice extended vacation. For what seemed like an eternity, we would show each other travel brochures of beautiful places in the world. I showed you the lush tropical settings of China and the Americas, you showing me the beauty of Southeast Asia. When we decided on a trip to Africa, we had both become anxious and scurried off to travel agencies and into the vast reaches of the internet to find attractions and events that would pique our interest. Plans had been made, bags were packed and we were finally on our way. After a lengthy flight, our plane finally touched down in the southernmost tip of the Dark Continent. When the doors to the plane opened, the steaming heat from the African rain forest immediately filled the plane and the cool dry air gave way to the hot, muggy heat of our vacation spot. We were greeted at the terminal gate and whisked away in a small open-air golf type cart, up a small winding dirt road to the desolated resort we had picked from our brochures. We rounded many jungle outcroppings and when the driver finally shifted the cart into a lower gear and rounded the final corner, we could see a beautiful tropical setting with a large pool and grass huts that seemed to emanate from the central area on long wooden pathways. We knew our hut would be one of the many that sprawled the expansive grounds located on a ridge overlooking the azure blue of the Atlantic Ocean. We were escorted to our small villa that was secluded amongst the banana and palm trees by a young woman who wore a short brightly colored wrap around skirt and a matching cloth top that barely covered her large breasts that were obviously not held firmly with a bra. After we unpacked with the willing help of the native helpers, we browsed the grounds and became more familiar with our surroundings. We strolled into the main lobby of the compound and asked the gentleman at the front desk who graciously helped us look at brochures of things and events to occupy our time while we were visiting this beautiful resort. He showed us the more conventional things to do, such as horseback riding and golfing. We didn't really indulge in these types of sports and asked if there was anything the local people did that was interesting and that would keep us occupied. Our host smiled and me and then looked at you and with a large grin that showed his pearly white teeth, he told me that there was a special ritual that would be taking place the next evening with the local Masai Tribe. He told us that the Masai's were an old tribe that occupied the hilly country and were not usually exposed to the visitors of the southern part of the country but he would talk to one of their leaders and see if we might be able to visit the local Masai village. He told us that most of the locals were aware of the celebration and ritual that would be occupying the tribal villages for the next week and most of the women would visit these special events. He looked at you and smiled. You returned his smile and we turned and left the lobby. We again looked around the compound and returned to our hut for a rest after the long airplane flight. Approximately an hour later, a young man lightly knocked on the door and you opened it. He looked at you and asked if the master was available. You smiled at him for his simple question and turned and with a wink said "master, someone is here for you". I opened the door and the young man coyly looked at you and then at me and motioned for me to come closer to him. He whispered to me that if I would like to take my wife to the Masai village, I should be at the front of the lobby in the morning at 6:00 am as it was a long drive. He then looked at you and then me and turned and ran back down the wooden footpath to the main compound area. We woke and dressed for another hot day. I wore some khaki pants and cotton shirt while you dawned a brightly colored sundress with some native sandals that we had purchased in the gift shop the evening before. We were excited as the sun crested the horizon and brought the bright pink and crimson clouds to a yellow and then faded into to the heat of the day. We waited for our ride and after a short period of time, we could see a small jeep drive round the corner of the compound, driven by a rather large black man. He would be our guide into the lush tropical hills of the eastern slopes of the Masai domain. Our guide told us that you would be the special guest so you would be sitting in the front seat with him and I would travel in the back with the bags we had packed for the day's journey into the wilds of Africa. The journey was long. We stopped for a short period of time in a local village to pick up some food. Back into the jeep at the urging of our guide and off into the distance again we traveled at a slow pace. Just when we thought we would never get to our destination, we drove up a small river embankment and there lie the village just ahead. We could tell there was a special event about to take place because even though the village was very primitive, it had numerous brightly colored shafts of flowers sticking out from the doors of the dozen or so grass huts that seemed to form a circle around a large earthen area. All of the huts doors seemed to open to the inside and we both thought this might be for some sort of protection from dangerous animals that may be lurking in the tropical vegetation that had grown almost to the rear of the huts. Our guide introduced us to the chief of the Masai and he gladly welcomed us into his village. We were fed portions of vegetables and seeds and some sticky paste that resembled ground up dried meat that seemed to be quite tasty. Finishing our meal was a large portion of some native fruit and some bread that had been cooked over a campfire and resembled a large cracker. The residents of the village seemed to be running around as if trying to meet a deadline and while the men were gathering wood for a large campfire and grinding some sort of flower blossoms and petals into a pasty substance and putting them into what appeared to be chalices made from carved wood, the women were each putting flowers at the entrances to all the huts and cleaning the insides. As the sun began to slowly sink into the dark ambers of the horizon, the men attempted to light the fire in the center of the dirt area to the center of the huts. We assumed that this was to keep the ceremony free of the night dwelling creatures and to keep everyone warm even though the night air was quite warm. We were talking to some of the large warrior type men who seemed to be rather friendly and were joking amongst them until we noticed at approximately 9 pm that a huge full moon had crested the center of a valley that led from the east into the village. The moonlight seemed to fill the small village and terminated at the great bonfire that was now blazing with dark blue and orange flames. The mood in the village seemed to change suddenly as the full moon broke from the bonds of the horizon. The men seemed that there was an urgency to do some last minute chores. Until now, we knew there was to be a celebration or ceremony but we didn't ask what it entailed or for what purpose. We were told that this was a ritual that had been carried on for many generations and would continue into the far distant future. The men of the village seemed to be all coming out of one of the huts at one end of the village and they all had large skins of different wild animals. All of the dangerous beasts were represented in these beautiful pelts. I thought how beautiful these were and thought that the hides must represent their hunting skills. Each man entered into a different hut and came out without the hides and then returned to the hut that they had picked out their skins. The women of the village began to enter into the center of the circular dirt area and seemed to be wearing a smaller skirt type of skin of wild animals but had on no garments to cover their breasts. The women ranged in ages from 15 to 25 and all seemed to have beautiful bodies with firm breasts and fully developed hips. We didn't see this many women when we first came to the village so they must have been working in distant areas. There were approximately 20 to 25 women who gathered around the circle and put flowers in their hair and began talking and giggling amongst themselves. The men began to return and all seemed to be carrying some large drums made of carved woods and had animal skins stretched over the ends of the huge barrel like drums. A few of the men began to beat a very deep and continuous tone on the drums while other men recovered some of the chalices that we had seen earlier and handed one to each of the women. Some of the older men were given a chalice that seemed to be made of a black ebony type wood, distinctly different than the ones given to the women. The drums continued their beat and the women continued to drink from their chalices and talk. I was given a black chalice with a fruity drink in it, possibly from a local citrus but it seemed to have a slight alcoholic taste to it. You were given one of the chalices that the other women seemed to have. We drank and talked to the large black man who drove us to the village. He told us that we would probably return to the resort sometime tomorrow afternoon but we should enjoy the evening and try to understand the ritual as best we can. The guide then told us that this ritual was the fertility ritual that occurs approximately once yearly when the full moon rises from the center of the valley and shines its light into the huts. This is the time of year that the Masai feel is the best and most fertile for the women of the tribe. While we listened to the people talking about the ritual and the rights of the local tribe, we drank from the cups that were given to us. The drums seemed to now take on a rather ethereal beat that seemed to vibrate the inner core of our bodies. I think the slight sedative of the drink with the repetitious beat of the drums caused an almost hypnotic effect on us. I was sitting on a log that had been placed so it was like a comfortable chair with you sitting next to me. As the minutes ticked on, the drink I was consuming was beginning to take and affect on me like no other I had ever taken. I seemed to be in a euphoric state but clearly aware of my surroundings. My limbs and speech seemed to slow until I felt like I was paralyzed. I felt as if I was floating in a pool of warm liquid and the drums seemed to spiral my senses as if I would float forever. Unlike me, the drink you had been consuming was taking a different effect. Your body seemed to be coming alive. You also were in a euphoric state and could see bright colors jumping from the fire. The monotony of the drums seemed to start a pulse within your body that made you feel as if all your senses were at maximum enjoyment. The men who began to perform some sort of war dance, or fertility dance were now dancing around the outside of the bonfire and around the backs of the women. The women were now languishing in the euphoric state and had quit conversing. They seemed to be rolling their heads in a circular motion and when they would open their eyes, they seemed to have a far off dreamy look. I glanced over at you and could not speak. My body seemed to be totally relaxed and I seemed to be mesmerized by the drums and the dancing of the men. They all seemed to be so big and strong and so deliberate in their movements as if scaring off evil spirits from the darkness. While looking at you, I couldn't help but think how beautiful you were sitting on the log with your long black hair and light skin, unlike the short hair of the native women. You had your legs spread slightly but kept spreading and then closing your legs to the beat of the drums as if nervous or in an erotic state. I could see that the deep base sound of the music was taking an effect on you also. When you looked at me, I could see you had that dreamy far off look that the other women were now displaying. I turned my head to the guide who told me that the ritual was about to begin. When I asked him what was going to happen, he explained to me that when the moon rose from the deepest part of the valley, it was the most fertile time for the women to bear the children of the Masai men, so tonight was the night that they would all become pregnant by the fathers of their children. It was told to me that women from other tribes respected and almost worshiped the large men of the Masai tribe and some of the young women were actually from adjoining tribes. The guide told me that the men would select a woman from the fertility ring and take them into the huts the women had prepared and they would breed them until they were pregnant. When the man was finished with the mating, he would return to dance around the fire again and another man would enter the hut of the woman who had just been spermed. It is believed that the women of the Masai tribe bear the child of all the men she has mated with during the ritual. No woman is possessed by one man; all the men are the father of all the children of the village. I found this very interesting and began to see some of the men pick up a couple of the young women and carry them into some of the grass huts. The men seemed to know which of the women would be fertile and ready to bear his child. I became very stimulated, by the thought of the young women being mated by the big warrior studs and then lying in their huts waiting for the next man to enter the hut and breed with her also. This would go on all night until the men could not send any more of their life giving seed deep into the wombs of the waiting women. I could see men entering and leaving some of the huts and knew that the women they had just left behind were languishing in their sperm. You just rolled your head back and forth and could feel the drums beating in your soul. Your body pulsed with the drumbeat and it seemed that your clit had become erect and was pulsing with the hypnotic beat that permeated the darkness of the jungle and into the souls of the women who were present. I could see a contented smile on your face and could only imagine what was going through your mind. For an instant, one of the biggest of the black warriors stopped in front of me and looked at me and then moved in front of you. He looked at you and when I turned my head, I could see you smile at him with a coy grin on your face. He held out his hand and it was all you could do to lift your arm to touch his hand. He pulled you to your feet and in one swooping motion; he lifted you over his shoulder. I could see your listless body and the smoothness of your upper thighs, glistening in the moonlight as he turned and walked you to one of the far huts in the circle. This large man had to duck under the door as it was small in comparison to his muscular physique. I was not jealous in the least and could attribute it to the drink, but rather aroused to see this large man take you into one of the mating huts. When you entered the hut, there were no words spoken. You could feel a life energy flowing through your body and it made all your senses tingle. Your breasts had become firm and your nipples tight. Your pussy seemed to be getting wetter as you felt the warmth of the energy flowing through your body. You have never felt more alive and in touch with your senses than you have at the present. In almost total darkness, this huge man lay you down on a leopard skin that was about twice as big as you. The fur seemed to be warm from the glow of the fire outside. Your man just stood and looked at you for a moment and then slowly bent over and pulled you into an upright position. He reached behind you and unbuttoned the top button of your dress and then without any hesitation, he moved to the next and then the next. Your skin seemed to catch on fire with each touch of this man's large hands. He slowly pulled the top of your sundress from your shoulders, bearing your heavy breasts that weren't covered by a bra. You lay down and raised your ass as he slid off your dress and then slid his thumbs under the waistband of your panties and slid them down your legs. The fur of the leopard skin was stretched across the dirt floor of the hut and your body seemed to feel each of the fibers of hair as you rolled around on it. Your stud then pulled off the skin he had covering his lower body which was the only piece of clothing the men had worn. Immediately through glazed eyes, you could see his jet black cock which was rigid and approximately 10" long. He bent down to his knees and without resistance, pulled your ankles apart. You knew that you were going to get fucked and possibly mated but your body reacted as if it was natural and something that needed to be done. You wanted him to fuck you, your pussy was soaking in its natural lubricant and your vaginal lips had swollen to sensitize the pounding your pussy was about to get. Through half closed eyes you could see the silhouette of the man kneel between your legs and guide his stiff cock to the entrance of your cunt. He lowered his weight onto you and you could feel his massive cock slide deep inside of you, reaching places that have never been touched by another man's cock. The head of his dick was wedged against the entrance to your womb when you could feel his large balls slap against your ass. Then it happened, your pussy grabbed onto his cock and your body thrust into convulsions as he began to pump his long, thick gristly piece of meat in and out of your body, thrusting his cock deep into your pussy with each of his strokes. Your body seemed to be in a continuous orgasm from the time he entered you until you felt him slap his balls against your ass and could feel his cock throbbing as he ejaculated his Masai baby into your womb. Your bodies seemed to move as one. Your hips tilted up with each thrust to meet his down strokes. In unison you consummated the mating with this strong warrior, all the time your pussy convulsing around his rigid shaft. When he withdrew from you, you couldn't move, you were exhausted. I sat on the log and could see the large man come out of the hut and wondered if you had been mated by this man but I couldn't move and was assured by the guide that the Masai men take very good care of their women and not to worry about your well being. My cock was stiff and about to shoot my own cum in my pants but I could not move and also knew I could not be part of the ritual as I was not a Masai man. I just knew that when we finally got together tonight, I would be so horny that I probably wouldn't last long when we fucked. However this was not to be. I was not allowed to sleep with you on the night of the fertility rights. The only people allowed to be with the women were the warriors who had earned the right to give their offspring to the women and I had not earned that right. As I lay on the log, another man had entered your hut. I could feel the drums still beating and still felt as if I was floating in warm liquid. Moments later I thought I could hear you scream in an intense orgasm but my judgment was impaired by the sedative that I had drank. On by one they entered the hut to find you stretched out in your languid state with your legs spread wide, willing to accept the next mating. Whatever the sedative was that they had given you, it kept your pussy dripping on fire only to be satisfied by the next stiff cock that was thrust deep between your waiting and wanting lips. The hut was dark and with your eyes closed in your dreamy state, all you could hear is the sound of the natives chanting their words and the deep resonance of the large drums. Your body had become part of the beat and it throbbed with each and every pounding of their deafening tones. Your pussy seemed to be more alive than it ever has and was the center of all your feeling. You had lost track of each man that had entered your hut but knew that when you saw the door opening, you would soon be mated with again. Each man knelt between your outstretched legs and you willingly and wantingly tipped your pelvis up slightly to allow easier access to the massive hard cocks that were slid with more and more ease into your depths. Each man pounded your pussy with renewed vigor and a smile crossed your face as you could feel their huge balls slapping against your ass. Your hips bucking with each thrust of the warrior's onslaught until their hips tensed and they drove the bulbous heads of their cocks against the opening of your uterus and squirted load after copious load of sticky white cream into your soft white belly. All the while, your body seemed to be enraptured in an drug induced orgasmic state that didn't seem to end and your pussy which normally would become dry after so much intercourse, seemed to have an endless flow of it's own fluid and contracted firmly onto each cock as it mixed with the cum of all the warriors. By now, all the fertile women had been selected and taken to huts and the men just seemed to dance around the fire until they had the urge to enter a hut. Each man spent about 20 minutes in each hut. Occasionally I could hear screams from the women as they had their orgasms and their pussy's swallowed yet another load of cum from the large balls of the Masai Warriors. Each man had been in all the huts at least once, which means at least 10 of the warriors had visited your hut. One after another they came into your hut and time and time again I thought I could hear your sensuous screams of pleasure. You lay on the leopard skin with your legs spread wide to accommodate each of them. One by one they walked in, disrobed and knelt in front of you. Soaking in your beauty, they guided their rigid cocks into your sloppy wet cunt which was now very relaxed and loose and dripping copious amounts of white cum from the men who had taken you before. As each man penetrated you, it would send your body into an intense orgasm which lasted the entire time the Masai stud was inside of you. Your body thrashed and trembled, your clit throbbing with the rhythmic beat of the drums. Your entire purpose at the present was to mate with the men. Your body responded to the aphrodisiac you had drank, the beating of the drums and of course the hard lengths of fertile cocks that were being thrust deep between your outstretched thighs, time and time again. I didn't know if you had mated with any of the men or all of them but I know you didn't return to me for the remainder of the night. After the last of the 10 men had left your hut, there was one of the elder women who came into the hut with a bowl of hot water and some soft moss. You felt like you were paralyzed. You were not sore but still unable to move. Your body was still sensitive and your legs were spread apart. Although I was unaware of what had happened in the hut, you were very much aware that all of the 10 men had fucked you and emptied the annual product of their heavy balls into the depths of your womanhood. This woman squeezed the warm water through the moss and began to clean you up. You felt as though you couldn't move but was not embarrassed as the elderly woman wiped the cum that had oozed from your depths. You had taken one years worth of cum from each of the 10 men and the sticky white fluid was all over you from your waist to your mid thigh. The next thing I remembered was waking up and still being on the log. I looked around and did not see any of the men. The village was quiet and the fire consisted of dying embers now. Surprisingly I did not have a hangover and when I attempted to move, I could do it freely without any restraint. I got up and walked to the hut where I had seen the large warrior take you. When I opened the door, I was almost afraid, I didn't know if you would be in there or even still alive wherever I may find you. When I looked inside, I saw you lying on your side with your clothes laid neatly on the ground next to you. You were naked and I could see you in a sound sleep. Your hair was messed up and the hut smelled of sex but there was no other sign. I lay on the ground behind you and put my arm over you and drifted off to sleep. Unknown to me, your pussy was still dripping cum but not all of it. Neither one of us knew that it is known throughout the world that the mating ritual of the Masai tribe is 100% effective. All of the women who participate in this ritual become pregnant and bear the children of the tribe. While I lay behind you in your slumber, the copious amount of cum that had been ejaculated into your cunt was now beginning to fertilize your egg and soon you would bear a child of the Masai. 23380 2.40/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-74426676402113030782013-08-05T23:46:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.138-07:00A ThirdA Third By A. B. (Tv, control, forced fem, cuckold, impreg., mf, Mm, oral, anal) For years I've been what is known as a closet crossdresser. That is, I like to dress in women's clothing and I like the idea of being treated like a woman by a guy. I'm very passive sexually and, unfortunately, so is my wife. My fetish took a new turn when I began to talk to other cd's on a chat program and, after a while, talking to the "admirers" who are interested in us. There are an amazing number of both of us - those who like dressing and those who lust after us that way. Strangely, neither the cd's or admirers think of it as being gay. I've found that most of the cd's feel as I do when I'm dressed. Feminine. And the admirers aren't interested in us because we have something "extra" but because we approach sex and intimacy with a "male" attitude rather than the cooler female attitude. Maybe it is the female perspective of early life. Not being a slut or having a "bad" reputation. Not getting pregnant. For whatever reason, a man is much more open in his approach to sex and much less interested in long term involvement. At any rate, my talks had resulted in meeting with a guy while dressed as a guy and, after discovering how nervous I was about going further (as in dressing for him and more) exchanged blow jobs and parted. He was familiar with the whole thing and wanted to see my panties. It just went from there. After he'd done me (and with a kind of fascination as to whether I could do a blow job at all), I felt turnabout was only fair. A few weeks later, another admirer came to my house and literally seduced me after having me dress for him. Though not perfect, it was sexually rewarding and blunted my fear of being with someone. In fact, sexually it was fantastic for me and, since he came a gallon, I assume pretty good for him as well. When my wife returned from one of her extended business trips, things went back to what I considered much more normal. A little sex but not particularly rewarding for me because she did only what I suggested, never taking the smallest amount of initiative. As a passive, this is nearly the same as masturbating. You know every touch and activity before it happens. That didn't stop me from talking to people on the chat channel I'd gotten used to. Soon, I found an admirer nearby and found him interesting. In fact, I probably confided more in him than I did my own wife, who, at the very least, didn't know I liked dressing in women's clothes. Quite aggressive, my on-line friend had already drawn out all my very private pictures taken in stockings, skirts, blouses, and high heels. Those and the ones showing my bare bottom, panties, and "clittie". He and I had role played meeting. We'd talked about fantasies of meeting that I hoped might come true if my wife went on another business trip. Then I told him about my wife's return. *** I'm sure I understood the danger of what I agreed to even though we had carefully gone over the approach and all the "stop" points. Strangely, I thought it would be pretty "neat" if it worked as he thought it would but, knowing my wife better than anyone, I absolutely "knew" it wouldn't. The very first thing in the plan was something I was sure would doom it. Michelle loves to do country dances and even to dance otherwise. But the only place we'd done it was at business conferences in the region where a country/western bar was a drawing card for the other participants. I'd never once taken her to the local tourist trap c/w bar and was sure she wouldn't be interested. The fact that she blinked, then smiled, then agreed to go surprised me a lot. "I've always wanted to try some of the new things," she said. "I just never thought you'd want to." I should say that I'm not much of a dancer and feel a fool doing faster dances, though I do okay with slow dances. The other part is that generally, she doesn't drink very much and a bar is ... well, a bar. As natives, of course we have the clothes and a western shirt added to my normal Levis wasn't much of a departure. I'd forgotten how great she looked in a full but short skirt, a tailored western shirt, and her cowboy boots. Even though her youthful shape has settled somewhat to thighs and bottom, she looked great. Her blond ponytail looked cute waving back and forth out of sync with her wagging bottom. She was actually excited about going out. The next "failing point" in what he'd suggested was that he would even show up. As I danced a few of the shuffling c/w slow dances with Michelle, drank beers with her, and took a shot at stumbling through a couple of line dances, I looked around for someone meeting his description. In a way, there was an abundance of possibilities. Clean shaven, tall at about 6-2, muscular, pleasant. Several guys danced with her who could have been my friend but, since they didn't push to stick around or give me any indication they knew me, I didn't think he was there at all. When I was sure that was true, a tall, good looking guy with a winning smile asked her to dance and winked at me before leading her to the dance floor. I watched as he swung her and dipped her and spun her in circles before leaving her at the table and returning to a place at the bar when he sipped at a bottle of beer and looked at us. I listened to Michelle tell me how much she had enjoyed the dances and watched her finish a beer. Since the bar was too busy to get decent service, I took our empties to the bar and edged between him and a heavyset man with his back to me to order another. "So, how am I doing so far," he said softly beside me. "She enjoyed the dance," I said non-committally. He nodded. "Just like we planned so far," he said with another wink. I found myself blushing as I really looked at him. Tall, as I said, his tailored western shirt was filled with a thick chest showing a thatch of graying dark hair in the open neck. The lower buttons were spread open with a little bit of a gut but not much. The Levis and boots he wore were appropriately worn. I could even see the worn part between his legs that told me he actually rode a horse and the boots were hardly touristy new. "I don't think it will work," I said softly as I handed over money for the beers. "We'll see," he answered. "No problem for you so far?" I shook my head and went back to the table. It amazed me a little to watch my "non-drinking" wife upend the beer in her glass and drain part of the glass. She said the dancing was hard work and made her thirsty. I watched him walk across the room to lean over her chair and the table again to ask for another dance. "I hope you don't mind," he said. "Your wife is just such a great dancer I hate to see her sittin' through a song." "No problem," I said as she smiled at me. "I'm not very good at it." Michelle and I had never had a problem with either my sitting dances out regularly or her dancing with someone else. She really enjoyed it and she knew I really didn't. I grinned to myself, enjoying the fact that she was having fun, as I watched them move through the movements of another fast dance and her laughter when she missed a step. I watched them through three dances before she obviously begged off with the body language of being tired. She told me how much she was enjoying herself as I watched him return to his place at the bar. A minute later, as I continued to watch him, I saw three beers appear in front of him before he picked them up and brought them back to our table. Without asking, he pulled up a chair backwards and straddled it next to Michelle. "Hope you don't mind," he said to me. "No. That's fine." He returned his attention to Michelle, talking and making her laugh. I loved to see her laugh and he was truly entertaining in a down home country way. Just when I thought he must be just someone who happened to be at the bar rather than the man I'd talked to, Michelle had to go to the restroom, leaving us alone. For a moment, we talked quietly and drank our beers. "Call me Bob, okay?" he said. He'd mentioned on-line that was his name. I nodded. He leaned closer and, unbelievably, I felt his hand on my thigh just before he squeezed it. "Are you wearing panties tonight?" he whispered as I stiffened. My head swung wildly to look back at the hallway to the bathrooms and the people in that direction who might see what he was doing. When I did, it must have moved my body slightly toward him. His hand cupped the front of my pants and I jumped again. "Are you wearing your cute little panties?" he asked and, flushed, I shook my head. He moved his hand away, grinning at me, as Michelle returned to the table. As he stood up to take her out for another dance, I saw the very noticeable bulge in his tight jeans. I couldn't help wonder if it was for her or for me. There wasn't any doubt in my mind how he was using it then in one of the western dances that moved a little broadly for the woman and bent her middle against him as he held her hand back behind himself. Obviously, he was an outstanding country dancer, having now gone through a repertoire of half a dozen different types of steps. Equally obvious, she was having a great time keeping up with him. Her face flushed with the exercise and, perhaps, a little stimulation, they returned to the table and chattered loudly intermixed with a lot of laughter. I couldn't believe that she actually almost chugged the full glass of beer, refilled it from the bottle, and continued to sip at that. She'd always kiddingly said that she was a cheap date because if she had more than two drinks, she began getting giddy. By happenstance, that giddiness almost always translated into her being unusually turned on. What he'd told me when this idea had come up while we chatted on-line was that she might really enjoy being obviously hustled by a good looking younger guy. It seemed that was true as she blushed at his compliments and giggled like a teen. When the band began a slow dance, I took my opportunity to take Michelle to the dance floor. She could hardly refuse since we hadn't danced since the first couple, before Bob had asked for the first one. It surprised me when I asked her if she was having fun and she hugged me tightly. "Oh yes, honey. This is great." "You like Bob, don't you." "God he is a great dancer," she said. "Really fun to be around." "I can tell." "All I have to do is hang on. He does all the work." "Maybe I ought to get him to give me lessons," I said. "Probably wouldn't work anyway. Wish I was that coordinated." I thought about it. "Hell, I wish I was tall and good looking, too," I said with a chuckle. She didn't say anything but I didn't expect her to. The song ended and I debated staying on the floor or returning to the table. But I didn't get a chance to make the decision. "Hey, man," Bob said from behind me as he took her into his arms. "You get to be with her all the time and I only get tonight." She laughed and I smiled as he smoothly moved them away with the new song. I watched as he moved her around the dance floor with his leg so firmly between her thighs that I could actually see most of her bare legs almost behind him. I went and bought beers. As I leaned against the bar waiting, I watched him kiss her upturned mouth solidly and for far longer than a friendly peck. *** She was panting and flushed as they returned to the table. Again, she upended the partially full glass of beer, refilled it from the sweating bottle, and continued to sip at it. In spite of the exercise of dancing, I could see the look in her eyes that showed me she'd had more to drink than she was used to. Bob talked louder than before and laughed more, sparking her to laugh her tinkling laugh much more often and with less restraint. Sitting close enough beside her that his thigh pressed against hers, his arm over the back of her chair, she had a choice between sitting forward with elbows on the table (which allowed him to stroke her back) or back in the chair where the only place she could put her hand was on his heavy thigh. He sat casually slumped, his legs wide spread, and the still large lump showing in the front of the worn jeans. I noticed that though her hand rested on his leg, she didn't stroke it or clutch it with her fingers. As we talked, Bob's arm went around her neck possessively and his hand dangled over her shoulder. Seemingly, he didn't know his fingers could as easily cup or tease her breast as tickle the skin of her upper arm but as we talked he looked into my eyes, winked, and told me as clearly as words that he knew exactly what he was doing. As if the beers and their positions weren't enough, the conversation was filled with double entendre, little sexual references, compliments to her looks and body, and a few dirty jokes. Feeling my beers, too, I added to the sexually charged atmosphere rather than diverting it as I leaned heavily on the table. When I took her back to the dance floor for another slow dance, she literally draped herself against me, heat radiating from between her legs against my thigh, and kissed my neck. "This is so much fun!" she said. "I really like Bob and he's a great dancer." "I can tell," I whispered into her ear. "I'm glad you're having fun. I hoped you would." "Oh I am." She cuddled into my arms and squirmed against my body as she hadn't in a long time. "He kissed me," she said softly. "That's okay," I said. "You like him. Did you like the kiss?" She just mumbled against my neck as she nodded and hugged me tighter. He was there to take her into his arms again as the song ended, moving her more broadly into the slightly faster next one. Sitting back at the table, I watched him hunch over her to speak into her ear from a fraction of an inch away as he looked at me. She nodded and giggled again and I knew his breath was caressing her ear in a way I knew had turned her on since the first time I'd done it before we were married. In fact, as they danced on into the next slow dance, I saw him continue to talk to her that way and her bottom hump against his leg as his hand rested on the lower part of her short skirt. When they returned to the table after several songs, I could clearly see the wet vee at the front of her darker skirt between her legs. Back in his sprawled position, I saw her hand squeeze his leg as she again drained her glass of beer. Her skirt was higher even than its short length would normally be if she was paying closer attention to it. I couldn't help watch the play of her legs as she laughed or the extent of bare thigh she was showing. I refilled her glass for her as Bob's hand covered her breast and off- handedly compressed it. I couldn't understand how he could continue the non-stop laughter and conversation as his thumb flicked across the hard nipple I could see rising from her shirt. She squirmed and licked her lips as her eyes twinkled. Making no pretense that I didn't know what he was doing, she looked very directly at me as if asking if it was okay. I gave the unnecessary permission by simply smiling and staying silent about it. Between sips of her beer, her hand went to his dangling wrist almost as if to hold his hand against her breast. I couldn't help but notice the disparity between her pale, tiny hand and his darkly tanned and hairy one against her maroon and white shirt. "You know I'm staying here at the motel. Have you guys seen the rooms here?" he asked me. I shook my head. "Well, this place is about to shut down and I have some beers in the room. What do you say?" I met Michelle's smile and shrugged my agreement. *** Bob kept almost the same hold around her and over her shoulder with his hand grazing her breast as we laughed and walked to his room quite a way from the bar and restaurant section of the complex. The way she walked made her skirt swirl from side to side. His arm on her shoulder probably contributed more to her staggering than the beers but I knew she was feeling them, if for no other reason than she'd agreed to the nightcap she normally would have passed on. In fact, I knew she wasn't interested in the beer he'd offered. She just wasn't ready to go home or maybe she wasn't ready to end her relationship with Bob. After he opened the door to his room, she twisted out from under his draped arm and excused herself to the bathroom. Bob went to the mini-bar and pulled out three bottles of beer and opened them with the attached opener before bringing me one at the table where I'd dropped into one of the two chairs. He held onto the other beer as he leaned down, pressed his big hand against my hardness, and kissed me on the mouth. "I've been wanting to do that all night," he said. "I can hardly wait for later." Acutely aware of his closeness, his hand still cupping the front of my pants, I heard the water in the bathroom turn on, then off before the door almost immediately popped open. "Bob? Do you have a robe or an extra set of clothes I can wear? I splashed on mine." Bob grinned, knowing as well as I that she'd noticed the big wet spot (from the inside rather than the outside) that half covered the front of her skirt. He winked at me as he straightened. He grabbed a fresh white cowboy shirt from his closet and turned to the bathroom. "This is all I have but on you it'll probably be like a dress," he said as he handed it through the crack. "You should let your bra dry out, too," he added, grinning at me. "From the dancing you know." "Oh. Yeah. You're right," I heard her say from the reverberating room. Coming back to the second chair at the table, he sprawled again and winked broadly at me. "I love a woman in a man's shirt, don't you?" he said softly. "And you know what? When she comes back, I think you should go in and put her things on. Don't you?" "God no!" I whispered. "It would stop everything if I did that." He shrugged. "You do know what's going to happen, don't you?" he said softly. I thought I did and he could probably see it in my face. "I'll tell you anyway. "We got her so she's turned on enough to try some new things now. She's wet from the beers and the dancing and having a stranger play with her tits and her ass. She's ready for anything. "If you got dressed now, things would go pretty fast. But maybe you don't want them to go fast. So when she comes in, dressed in just my shirt, she's going to feel sexy. We'll start out slow. A beer. Some talk. But pretty soon, I'm going to kiss her and find out what those gorgeous tits feel like. It will only take a little before I'll have my fingers between her legs "Maybe I'll suck her tits while I finger fuck her or maybe I'll get you to eat her pussy while we kiss." He leaned closer to me and gave me a rather evil smile. "She's going to be ready for me to fuck her. You know that, don't you?" I did but could only nod jerkily. "Have you had the head of your cock in her womb? No I don't think you're long enough for that. But I am. And I'll cum in her womb if I do that and she might not like having me drive past her cervix. I understand it's pretty painful. But I will. "Is she still fertile?" I nodded again. "Of course. She's not old enough for menopause. And I'll bet you had a vasectomy, didn't you? So she wouldn't have to worry about getting pregnant." It was true. I just looked down at my hands. "I'm very potent. A curse. I'd be willing to bet that she'll get pregnant if I cum in her womb. There's not even a good way to get a spermicidal douche in there even if they worked. But I guess you could make decisions about what to do later. Have the kid and raise it as yours or have an abortion. Not my problem." He sat back in the chair. "But really I was looking forward to a tight hot ass to fuck. Yours. I guess maybe I could just use hers instead. You have busted her anal cherry, right?" I had tried once but as soon as I was in her, she insisted I get out. That it hurt too much. From just what I could see of his cock as a bulge in his pants, I knew she wouldn't be able to stand having it inside her. "Well, I guess even if you have, my cock will be a little more than she's used to." He steepled his fingers in front of his chin and grinned. "Whatever happens, it'll be a lot of fun." I panted with all the indecisions. It was bazaar that what I wanted worst was to do as he said, get up, go to the bathroom, put on her clothes, and have him make love to me. "Okay, I know it's hard for you. You don't want to look like it was the whole plan. For you to wear her clothes, I mean. So what do you say? We'll play it pretty much like I said at the first. When I get to the place where it's a decision between fucking her pussy or ass, I'll tell you what I plan. Then I'll tell you to get dressed or I will. I'll mean it and if you don't run right off and put her things on, doll up nice for me, I'll do it. So you won't be faking." The look that had been on his face changed as the bathroom door opened, the light flicked off, and Michelle walked back into the main room. In one of my shirts, she simply looked like she'd forgotten or ignored putting on a skirt or pants since we're very close to the same size. In his shirt, the sleeves rolled up in a bundle just below her elbows, the shoulders hanging almost down to her elbows, and it's volume hiding her shape completely, she could have been wearing an ill fitting shirtwaist dress. The tails of the shirt were almost to her knees even if the bottom button was near the conjunction of her legs and opened across her thighs as she walked. The large neck was unbuttoned to a spot between her breasts and the collar stood up beneath her hair. Since he and I were firmly planted in the only two chairs in the room, she backed onto the bed and sat on one curled leg in front of him. I saw that she had refreshed her makeup, both eyes and lipstick, and that there was no evidence I could see of either bra or panties. She hadn't been wearing stockings or socks and wasn't wearing the boots now. Her legs were beautifully bare to the vee of shirttails that was actually pointed toward Bob. I wondered if he could see between her legs. She accepted a glass of beer, downing only half immediately, as things returned to virtually the same place they had left off in the bar. More sexually charged conversation driven, at least initially, by the way she looked in his shirt but masterfully moved on by Bob's stories and experiences. Relaxed, Michelle was soon sitting with her arms around her knees, her ankles crossed in front of herself at the edge of the bed. She played with the next button down the open front of the shirt as she sat on that one leg again but kept the other up. I could see the exposed insides of her breasts as well as the inside of the raised thigh. I was pretty sure Bob, sitting directly in front of her, could see glimpses of her pussy. All of the signs of her being turned on were there. The way she poised her foot on the edge of the bed with the toes curled back and under. The way she moved the upper leg almost as if to stroke herself by rubbing the thighs together. The way her hand moved at the front of the shirt, not quite caressing her own breast. And, though he remained leisurely sprawled in the chair with an arm on one of the chair's arms and the other on the table to hold the beers he drank, the hard lump of his cock was always totally visible either between his conjunction and up almost to peek out of the waistband of his pants or, worse after a trip to the bathroom, down the inside of one pantleg halfway to his knee. As he noticed every movement and signal from her, she saw the lump in his pants and licked her lips nervously as she did. The conversation and the lustful looks continued almost painfully long as I thought about how I was going to react to what I knew was going to happen. *** I took note that he was very good at reading people. When I noticed that Michelle's attention was lagging and she was probably feeling how late it was as well as the beers, he went to the TV and found the country radio station provided on it. She giggled as he pulled her up to dance and just watched as he quickly sat to pull off his boots and socks (so he wouldn't stomp her bare toes) and strip off his cowboy shirt (so the buttons won't rub). For the first time, both of us saw the bared thatch of dark hair that covered his chest and dove down his stomach into the top of his pants at the big belt buckle. When he took her into his arms to dance, her arms up around his neck, I saw the hair extended less thickly across his upper back. Never taking her hand and both her hands over his shoulders, he lifted her onto tiptoes with his hands on her bottom. Stretched that way, I could see the creases below her ass cheeks when he turned her back to me and winked. Constrained by the small spaces around the beds and desk, even the country dance was slower and more like a hug. His continuous chatter remained as he guided her and, I couldn't help noticing, his heavy thigh was again pressed between her legs, preventing her from holding her legs together. From seeing before how nearly the tails of the shirt came to baring her pubic mound, I knew that stretched the way she was, there was nothing between her and the worn denim of his leg. Under the circumstances, I thought it amazing that they were actually dancing and looking good doing it. For a while, he only hunched over her enough to effectively hold her and she kept her head back slightly so they could continue talking. That, of course, had the effect of pressing her soft breasts against his lower chest and, when she mis-stepped, rubbed her nipples on either the inside of the shirt or his chest. But in a few minutes, he hunched over her enough to speak more softly directly into her ear and her cheek nestled against his chest to keep the hair from tickling her. Once again, it didn't take long before her middle was humping slightly against his leg. As if things were going too fast for him and with a change in songs, he moved her into the more energetic ins and outs of a different style of country dance, complete with twirls that lifted the tails of the shirt to her waist and bent her backward in close huddles that pressed her pussy even harder against his leg. Whether from the exercise or the stimulation, she stopped in the middle of the next song with a hand on her panting chest and begged for a break. Flopping back on the bed with her legs over the edge, she displayed the blond/pink pubic hair at the opening of the shirt for both of us. "You guys look terrific dancing that way," I said, partly to divert his attention from her heaving chest and partly because I hadn't said it before. "Bob's such a terrific dancer, anybody would look good," she said, sitting part way up again and modestly covering herself before crossing her legs and grabbing her beer glass. "Too bad I can't dance with you like that," I told her. "Yeah, what the heck. Come on," he said, getting back up from where he'd sprawled again. "I'll show you." He stood in front of me with his hand out, smiling. "No wait. Take off your shoes and shirt. Don't want you stomping on my toes either," he laughed. "Besides, I need to wizz right quick." He walked into the bathroom and we could clearly hear him peeing. "You having fun?" I asked her as she watched me taking off my shoes and socks. "Yeah I really am. And Bob's so nice." I nodded and pulled open the snaps of my shirt. She was staring at my skinny, hairless chest when I looked up. "Quite a difference, huh?" I said. She shrugged. Obviously, she didn't disagree and nervously didn't look at me. *** "Ahhhh there we go," Bob said as he returned to the room still zipping his tight jeans, bringing both our attention to his very obvious hard-on under the zipper line all the way to his belt buckle. As if to point it out even more fully, he partially lifted a foot and adjusted it to one side. Though it showed a considerable bulge through the pants, I realized that he wasn't completely hard or, maybe, not hard at all. In a few steps, he stood smiling in front of me, looking at my chest, his hand out to take mine and pull me to my feet. Without hesitation, he put me in the female dancing position and began moving to the music. Giving me soft instructions, before the end of that song, I was held tight to his chest feeling the hair tickle mine, had been bent over backward twice to press against his thigh and hard-on, and twirled once with the accompanying comment that it was cuter when a full skirt flared out with the twirl. We laughed but he looked at me pointedly and I found myself blushing. A second and third song allowed me to follow his movements much more easily. I was actually having fun dancing (something unheard of) and Michelle was making positive comments about how good I was doing. Somehow it was totally bizarre that my wife was complimenting me on dancing well as a female. "Hey you know you really should let me show Michelle how she looks dancing," he said to me. "Come on. There's nobody here but us and we don't care, right Michelle?" She wasn't enthusiastic about the idea and really didn't say much but he was more and more insistent until he actually took me to the bathroom and shut the door behind me. Knowing what I was expected to do, I slipped out of my pants and briefs before stepping into her panties, bra, skirt, and shirt. Her feet were far too small for me to wear the boots, of course, even if they had been in the room. Feeling more than a little foolish, I went back into the room and stopped. In profile to me, they stood almost as they had been all night during slow dances. The difference being that she was standing on one foot as he held the other up against the side of his thigh, his other hand in the opening of the front of the shirt on her breast. Her arms were again around his neck but her head was far back and I could see his tongue deep in her mouth. As his hand moved on her breast or, more probably, on her nipple, her center pumped against his leg. Catching the movement of my return from the corner of his eye, he broke the kiss, lowered her leg to the floor, and partially turned to me without taking his hand out of the shirt. On tiptoe again, she slowly turned her head toward me. Her eyes slowly scanned down from my face to my bare feet and back up as her mouth came open. Gently, he removed his hand from the front of the shirt and moved her back to the bed. She still stared at me open-mouthed as Bob moved to me and swept me up in another dance, my back to her. I knew what she'd see as he twirled me in front of him, keeping me moving with a hand on my hip before pulling me back against him. I tried to meet her eyes to see her reaction as he guided me through dancing to two more songs but somehow, he got between us or had my back turned to her all the time. I wasn't comfortable but I was at least accepting what was going on until a slow song came on. He enfolded me in his arms as he had Michelle, his hands on my butt holding me on tiptoe against his thigh and the hard bulge. To keep my balance, I was forced to put my hands on his shoulders. Embarrassed, I knew that it looked as if I were holding myself against him but he knew that his hands on my ass were keeping me in the position. There was nowhere for me to retreat as he lowered his mouth to my lips, his tongue demanding entry I refused him until he pinched, I gasped, and his tongue slid in. A moment later, I didn't want him to stop. Simply, it felt too good. It really wasn't me moving my middle against his leg. His fingers on my butt forced it. At least, at first. The combination of that stimulation and the continuing kisses was actually turning me on tremendously. I was very grateful when he moved me back to my chair where I could quickly sip at the beer while I tried to control my blushes. When I looked up, he was sitting beside Michelle on the bed and had the shirt unbuttoned. There was no denying that she was responding both to his deep kiss and the hand that cupped her breast, the nipple protruding between two fingers. *** "I can't tell you how uncomfortable these pants are getting," he said, moving away from her a little before undoing the heavy buckle, top button, and zipper. "Whew," he said as a mass jumped out of the restraint. Michelle was staring at it, her tongue tracing her lips. As he leaned back and pushed them down his legs, both of us stared at it. Yes, it was the same familiar shape I lived with and had given Michelle pleasure with. But the comparison broke down almost immediately from there. The most obvious was that while I was circumcised, he wasn't. His foreskin covered the flare of the head and only half an inch of the dark red head peeked out of the circle of it at the tip. Second, the vein along the underside of it stood out like a second smaller trunk of a tree growing alongside an old pine. As he pushed the faded jeans off one foot with the other, we both saw it flop against his stomach all the way up to his hair framed bellybutton. The pubic hair was dark and a thick thatch that obscured the base of it. As he spread his legs, his balls were visible where they sat on the bedspread. Though obscured by the hair, I could see they were the size of golf balls. Where my cock is probably the length of my fingers, this one was already the length of my hand and fingers. And where mine is about an inch wide and is easy for my hand to encircle, his was more than twice as wide and I wasn't sure I could touch my middle finger to my thumb around it. I thought I could but I wasn't sure. He sighed with the pure pleasure of having it free and stroked the loose foreskin down off the fat head of it. I watched as it hardened more and curved toward his body in an arc that wasn't quite 90 degrees but was close. Looking up into his eyes, he smiled broadly back at me. I noticed that Michelle was still staring at it with her lips parted. He smiled at the way she was looking at it but more broadly at me as he stroked it a few times. Amazingly, it lengthened further up his stomach beyond his bellybutton. The loose foreskin wasn't covering any of the head now, indicating to me that he was fully hard, though it still slid into folds on the shaft. His big balls jumped in their sack as he reacted to the stimulation. Obviously, having the two of us staring at his equipment was a big turn on for him and, though I would react differently because of my much smaller equipment, as would anyone looking at it, I could understand that. "It's okay if you want to kiss it," he said softly, looking directly into my eyes, but I saw Michelle gasp and lift her eyes to his before looking back down at it. "Can I touch it?" she said as an alternative. She never has liked the idea of sucking a guy including me. "Of course, honey," he said, moving his hand and watching as hers went to the thick cock. Though bigger than hers, my hands are comparatively small. Now I could clearly see that what I'd thought was true. She wrapped her fingers around it to move up and down along it and her middle finger and thumb were half an inch from touching. Still licking her lips, she moved her fingers up and down it, skinning the foreskin tight and then up to pucker under the flared head. The head was now purple. "Go ahead and kiss it," he said softly. "It's okay." Still staring at it she said, "I sort of like the first taste," absently. Then she lowered her mouth to lick the open pee slit before kissing around the same spot. His hand moved to the back of her neck as his focus softened but still concentrated on me. She kissed it several times and licked again before moving back away. "It's okay if you want to go ahead," he said. "No, I'd rather not," she said softly though her hand was still around it, she still licked her lips, and she still stared at it as if she were a dog and it was a bone. "Do you think Amy would like to do it?" he asked softly. First she frowned, her concentration broken, looked up at him, and followed his line of sight to me. I'd stiffened when he said that because it was my chatroom name. At first her look at me was just confused then she looked me up and down again, the way I was sitting with my knees crossed like a woman. In a way, I thought her look changed to disgust and then a kind of disinterest. Then she shrugged and returned her interest to the cock still in her hand. "Come here, Amy," he said and crooked a finger at me behind her back. When I blanched and nervously started to shake my head, he frowned. I sighed at the inevitability of my continued humiliation and slowly got up from the chair. *** Feeling the unusual constrictions and tugs of the panties and bra along with the equally unusual swirl of the short skirt and form fitting blouse/shirt, I walked to a spot in front of them. "Just kneel down here," he said gently and I did it. After all, this was at least somewhat my idea. It was just the reality of actually doing it that was the problem, not the idea. I knelt between his knees, seeing the tangles of hair on the insides of his thighs, and waiting. He reached to me and, bowing my head slightly, he pulled the rubber band out of the hair at the back of my head. Smiling into my eyes as he ran his fingers through my hair, he turned to Michelle. "Did you bring some makeup?" he asked her. I gasped at how far he was taking it. She said yes and got up, went to the bathroom, and returned with her purse. "I think just lipstick this time," he said and she shuffled through the full purse and found it. He held my chin while he frowned, chewed on his tongue, pursed his lips, and grimaced while he put lipstick on me. "There we go. Much better." Seamlessly, he took his long cock in a pair of fingers and thumb to bend its hardness toward me. At the same time, he used a hand at the back of my neck to pull me further up on my knees and toward it. When I glanced at Michelle, she was licking her opened lips and staring at my lips and the nearing cockhead. Still seeing her out of the corner of my eye as I looked at the large drop of pre-cum opening the slit at the end of his cock, I saw her open her mouth as if she, instead of me, were doing it. It was like a woman feeding a baby, opening her own mouth as the baby took the spoonful of pasty baby food. Opening my lips, I took the head in and licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip. "That's it baby," he sighed. It spurred me to take more of the fat head into my lips, the flare of it behind my teeth. His hand, though resistible still, was insistently pulling my head toward him. In some effort to determine my own fate, my hands went to his massive thighs though I rose higher over the long mass. Wanting it and knowing there was nothing to prevent me, I lowered onto it until it touched the back of my mouth. He sighed. Michelle gasped. Whatever the fallout in the future, I'd done it now. If I ran, I'd still be a cocksucker in his mind and in Michelle's. For several minutes, I think they were totally frozen in a tableau that included his enjoyment and her surprise. Maybe even her pleasure at watching it. I'm not sure. But I was animated in stroking my mouth and hand up and down its length. My other hand explored his heavy balls - far heavier than the golf balls I'd initially thought they resembled - and the sensitive spots below them that no one but the most intimate ever touched. I even edged the tip of my middle finger into his ass a little and teased him with it to little effect. Yes he sighed and moaned at the feel of my lips on his cock and my touches, but that was all. The only real change I could hear was Michelle's quickened breathing. She was getting super turned on and, when I opened my eyes and looked toward her, I saw that his thick fingers were thoroughly exploring her clitoris and vagina as her center squirmed up and down to accept his manipulation. Pulling my hair slightly, he stopped what I was doing. I knew without a doubt that I would have cum at least once if I'd been sitting in his position instead of mine. In fact, as I moved my mouth back to the head, licked, and then back to just a kiss at the leaking tip, I thought he might still cum in my mouth. But he didn't. "It's time, honey," he said as he stared into my eyes. I knew he was saying it was time to fuck and decision time for me. Did I want to move up and take him in my ass right then, or did I want him to follow through on what he'd said he'd do with Michelle. Indecisive, I sat back on my heels and, given that message, he half guided and half lifted Michelle into a squatting position over his massive cock. As she was busy watching what he was doing with her, I had the opportunity to see the mass of milky wetness in the folds of her pussy. "Hold your cunt open for me, Michelle," he said crudely as he held his cock upright and poised only an inch below her opening. She moaned and reached between her spread legs with the fingers of both hands. Carefully, she pulled the folds of her labia apart, showing me still more of the milky discharge, and hung poised over him. For a moment, it was a lewd picture in a gallery, frozen in time and unmoving. But she couldn't stand it and slowly lowered herself against the massive head. Knee-walking forward slightly, she aligned herself better with it and squealed as she sat back more and the head popped into her body. "Oh god!" she moaned. "It's ... so ... ahhh ... big ... ahh ... oh." Her body was seemingly turning inside out as the shaft drew her labia inside. When the skin outside was stretched tight, he put his hands on her waist, almost reaching around her body completely like a wide belt, and lifted her slightly. Then he pressed her down hard just as the labia had reappeared. Her hands on his wrists, she threw her head back and chest forward as she cried out with a mixture of wild pleasure and obvious pain. Having by far the best vantage point for observing, I could see that a little more than half of the broad cock was inside her as the muscles of her stomach, thighs, and, no doubt, vagina spasmed around it. More slowly, he began a steady progression of lifting and lowering her on himself until only a little over two inches of the mass was outside of her body. On one downward movement of her body, she cried out again and all of us knew he was against her cervix. "Come on, sissy," he said and I realized he was talking to me. "Sissy Amy. It's time for you to show her how nice you can suck her clit. Like you sucked my cock, sissy. Sissy cocksucker. You know you're married to a sissy cocksucker don't you, Michelle. But you just love having a real cock buried up your cunt, don't you?" She twisted her head around to look at him with a disapproving look but he chose that moment to lift and drop her onto the cock again and she squealed again with the pressure against her cervix. The few times I'd gotten turned on enough to touch it while we fucked, she told me it hurt and she didn't like it at all. "Suck her fucking wet cunt, sissy. Do it now," he said softly but pointedly. I leaned forward and licked her clit and then sucked it. She gasped, squirmed, and moaned as I did it. Laying back on the bed and pulling her back with him, he moved his cock up and down inside her. "That's got to be uncomfortable, Michelle," he said softly. "Sissy! Help her straighten out her legs. Come on. Be some use." Mostly, of course, she shifted to one side and then the other to straighten her uncomfortably bent back lower legs but I tried to help as I licked and kissed the inside of her thighs and her wet clit. "Michelle, I gave the sissy Amy a choice. I told her she could take this big cock. I think that's what the sissy really wants, you know. But I told her that if she didn't, I'd have to either take your sweet little ass ...." "My god, noooo!!!!" she squealed and he chuckled. "Or I could put a full load through your cervix right into your womb. I'm not even sure how many kids of mine are running around the world. Guaranteed though that if I put it in your womb, there's a real good chance you're going to have one of them." As if to show her how possible it was, he arched his cock up into her and against her cervix again. "No!" she squealed. An expletive. "No. Fuck ... uh ... fuck her. Fuck the sissy. Fuck Amy." "You won't mind?" "No," she moaned. "No. Go ahead." "You're sure?" he said, punctuating it with a thrust into her. "Ahhh! I'm sure." "You want me to fuck your sissy husband. That's what you mean?" "Yes. Fuck!!" he thrust into her hard again. "Yes fuck him." "Sissy. Your wife wants me to fuck you. Get your ass into the bathroom. Make your pussy nice and clean for me. Then find something to make it nice and slippery so I don't have any problem getting it in. Do it now!" I got up and almost ran toward the bathroom. "I'm going to fuck her hard, sissy, until you get your cute little ass back in here. And I'm getting pretty close. You never can tell when I'm going to cum. Definitely in her womb. I'm sure of it." Running the last steps into the bathroom, I heard her cry out again and then muffled sounds before I ran the water over a washcloth. Quickly pulling off the panties, I washed between my legs and my asshole as good as I could with soap before squeezing the washcloth out and rinsing it. I heard her cry out again and hurriedly looked through all the little bottles of bubblebath and "soft-soap" and instant copies of those things before I found a little bottle of hand lotion that I prayed would work. Ignoring how I might look or how I felt, I pressed the bottle to my asshole and squeezed, feeling the liquid squirt into me. Laying on the floor with my ass in the air, I squeezed until I thought it must be empty before moving the bottle around to where I could see that it was true. I put my hand back to the tiny tight opening and slid a finger into myself easily. Pleased with myself, I got up off the floor and heard Michelle cry out again and then moan loudly with what could only be another orgasm. Carefully moving back into the main room, I saw him look up at me and slowly pull out of my wife who was now laying face down on the bed with her legs spread lewdly. As I crawled up onto the bed, I noticed that there was another of those dollops of her cum at that more widely opened pussy hole. I could see that her little pucker of asshole was just that. Tiny, a pucker, and tightly closed. He at least hadn't fucked her ass as he'd threatened. Since she wasn't moving, I didn't know what else had happened. He stroked his big cock that looked like it had before he'd put it inside her as he smiled at me. "She's a great fuck," he said to me. "But not anywhere close to as good as you're going to be, sissy. Right?" Totally in control of the situation, he moved over to me, put his big arm around my chest, and kissed me with his tongue almost diving down my throat. As the kiss continued, his hand went to my lifted ass, traced down between my little ass cheeks, and found my hole there. A finger slid easily and gently into my body until I was sure no more would go in and the tip moved against my prostate. It slid out agonizingly pleasurably and was joined by a second. That one was almost too much. "You did a pretty good job. You like this, don't you?" "Yes. It feels good." He pulled the fingers to the opening and added a third. That one stretched and hurt. I gasped. "That feels good too huh?" "Yes," I sighed. "Then it must be time to fuck you. Don't you think, sissy?" "Yes. Fuck me." "Tell Michelle." "I want him to fuck me, Michelle," I said though I couldn't see her with him between us. "You want me to fuck your sissy asshole, right?" "Yes. Fuck my sissy asshole. Please fuck me." Twisting up behind me, he pressed the head of his cock against my ass and pushed. I squealed as the head popped into me. It hurt more than anything I could remember. One second of the worst pain I'd ever felt. But, as he froze poised over me, it eased quickly. "That's it, baby," he whispered as I relaxed. Slowly, he pressed forward into me until my stretched skin hurt again and I stiffened. He stopped as if feeling exactly how far he could go. His hand under my stomach, holding me in place, he moved out slightly before again slowly pressing forward into me and stopping. I thought he must be close to all the way inside me but as he repeated the little retreat and slow entry three more times, I realized he wasn't until I felt it press against something far far inside me that caused a little pain. "All right! God you're deep. I like that," he moaned against my ear. Still slow and gentle, he pulled back and moved forward against the internal barrier. Each stroke seemed to get longer and about the third in and out movement, the flared head of it stroked my prostate. When I began stiffening and moaning with that wildly exciting stroke, ending in the slightly painful pressure against the internal barrier, he continued with that long stroke. "If you weren't so fucking hot, I'd never be able to do this," he said as he fucked me with the long strokes. I didn't know what he meant. "Usually, after I cum, I'm too soft to even get into a super tight asshole like yours." I couldn't say anything as my mind and body concentrated on what he was doing to me. It seemed impossible he was apologizing, in a way, for not being as hard as possible. "I guess Michelle will have to tell you later what it felt like when my cock opened her cervix and the way the head locked up inside her womb," he said as he hardened even more. "She loved having it that deep in her. You should have seen her cuming. One right after the other. And the way she was going insane inside, I just couldn't hold back." Unbelievably, the combination of his constant stroking of my prostate with his long cock and what he was telling me made me come to my climax. I was squirting my seed against the inside of the skirt and on the bedspread as he stiffened. "God yes, baby! That's it! Cum all over! Make me cum!" My insides were spasming around him as my climax continued and his movements became less coordinated. "Jesus, I can't believe you're going to make me cum after I just filled your wife's cunt with it." As if the words demanded the act, I felt him spasm and hot liquid fill my guts. For a moment he simply groaned with pleasure and release before squeezing me tightly. "You know," he panted against my neck as he held me, "if I thought you'd be having my baby, too, this would be perfect." *** Insisting that it was perfect, he got off me, stood up, took his time dressing and picked up his things, kissed us both chastely, and went out the door. For a long time, I laid there on my stomach. I could still feel the lessening pain of having his big cock in me, both deep inside and at the tight opening that had been stretched. Shifting only a tiny bit made his cum move in my bowels as if announcing its living presence. I could also feel the wetness of my own cum against my softened cock and stomach. Mentally I was totally screwed up. I'd asked for this. My humiliation couldn't possibly be more total. He'd fucked my wife and made me watch. He'd seduced her. Made her want it. He'd made me dress in her clothes. Even if we'd planned that, he'd ... MADE me do it. He made me look like I'd wanted to dress on my own. He'd made me tell him to fuck me. I felt tears on my cheeks. Worse. He told me he wouldn't cum in her if I did what he asked but he had. He'd made good on his threat to cum in her womb. That's what he said. He'd told me he wouldn't if I hurried and I hurried as fast as I could. My god! What if she was ovulating? What if she got pregnant? What if she had his baby? I turned my head and looked at Michelle. She was just laying there on her back in the same position she'd been in when I returned to the room. Naked, her breasts rose and dropped with her breathing. Was she sleeping? Her legs were still spread lewdly just as I'd seen when I came back into the room. Maybe she'd passed out. The drinks? Maybe. Maybe she didn't hear what happened. Maybe I could get out of her clothes before she knew. Maybe everything was ok. Maybe ... "You liked it," she said as if that was the most important thing that had happened. Her head turned toward me, her eyes looking into mine. "He said you wanted this. Wanted to dress in my clothes and have him fuck you. You wanted him to fuck me like he did." There wasn't any inflection in her words. Like she didn't care or didn't understand. "I saw how much you liked it, the way he talked to you and what he did to you. What he said about cuming in me. You liked it." "Michelle ..." I choked out through building tears. "He was right. He told me you were more of a slut than I am. He said you'd beg for it. That you'd do anything to have his cock in you. And you did just like he said." She sounded hard. Not happy at all. "Michelle I ..." "Because of you, we have to meet him next Friday." "What? Meet ..." "He said he knew what you wanted and that if he was right, we have to meet next Friday and he was. Except next Friday, we get a room here and you stay in the room to get really dressed up. I go to the lounge where he'll meet me." She got quiet for a bit as I tried to catch my breath. "He told me to make sure and not wear panties because he wants to make me cum before we leave the lounge. He said ... he said maybe he'll be really turned on and just fuck me wherever we are. In a hall or table or ..." She stopped talking but was panting. "He said after a while we'll come to the room and dance but you have to be really pretty or he'll just fuck me however he wants." "He told me he'd fuck your ass if I didn't get dressed and let him do it to me," I said rather weakly. "W-why I did it." "No he told me before that you talked and set it all up. That you wanted to dress in my clothes and get fucked." She sighed. "He told me you wanted him to fill my womb with his cum but he wasn't so sure because I could get pregnant." "He told me he'd only do that if I didn't hurry," I told her. "He told me all that stuff while we danced. Before we came to the room at all. I didn't believe him. About you anyway. Well, that he could do ... you know the part about being that big. I didn't think anybody was ... that big." "Did it hurt?" "Did it hurt in you?" she asked. "Yes." I realized she was saying it had and, without saying it, that it was worth it. My mind flew with all the new information and my feelings, rejections, acceptance. "Tomorrow we'll go shopping," she said as I had almost decided that no matter what, it had all gone far enough. "We'll buy two or three pairs of shoes for you and some panties and bras. You'll have to wear them as much as possible this week to get comfortable with the feel of them." "N-next Friday? Y-you w-want to ..." "Oh yes. Of course. By next week you should be pretty good at, ah, everything." She actually chuckled. "You know he even said he has a couple of friends who might be interested in coming sometime. "Anyway, I'm going to wear your pants and shirt home but I think your shoes would look funny with my skirt and blouse so I guess you'll have to get to the car barefoot. Come on." She sat up then, pulling her legs closed with a moan and moving to the edge of the bed. *** So that's how I ended up riding home in a skirt and blouse and starting my non-working time wearing dresses and high heels. Of course, Bob was at the bar when we arrived the next Friday and, of course, I left her with him to go to the room to dress in the sexiest things I'd worn yet. When they finally arrived at the room an hour later, Michelle's eyes were glistening with the remains from being made to cum at a table and again on his cock in a hallway. He watched me clean his cum from her pussy though I didn't taste anything of him - probably because it was so deeply buried in her. He did get a charge out of applying the KY jelly we'd brought with us that time to my ass with a couple of his big fingers. A few minutes later, my legs were lifted high in the air behind his surging middle as he fucked me face to face while Michelle kissed me and told me to relax and enjoy it, playing absently with the long wig we'd bought during the week. I was the only one dressed as we took turns dancing with Bob for an hour or so before he fucked us both again. I sucked him off before he left. And the pattern was set to some extent. I dressed in women's clothes all the time I wasn't at work, my wife seemed to get sexier and sexier, and Fridays always included Bob. Of course, the third meeting Bob brought another man with him who spent his time fucking Michelle over and over again while Bob paid attention to me. Tonight Bob says he's bringing two different guys who are interested in initiating Michelle's ass and doing a double penetration with her. Surprisingly, she's really excited at the prospect. She tells me that she gets so hot watching Bob and I dance and make out. 5051 1.26/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-34758925098885262882013-08-05T21:21:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.293-07:00My Son's New Friend Pt 3MY SON'S NEW FRIEND Pt 3 As Jamie slowly came down from her orgasm, Keith said, "Clean me up, baby... and quick, before your mother catches us..." as he shot a knowing glance at Mrs. Stuart. The mother turned and fled quietly, quickly down the hallway towards her bedroom while her 23-year-old daughter took Keith's softening cock into her mouth and sucked it clean. The large, flaccid cock was 6" long fully limp and quite a mouthful, but Jamie cleaned it with gusto. As it twitched, ready to harden again, Keith pulled it out of her mouth and put it away, pulling his boxers and jeans up. Her pretty, cum-coated face blushing, the young college coed grabbed her sweatshirt and fled to the bathroom, her heavy cum-soaked breasts bouncing wildly. Keith followed her out of the room more slowly and headed down towards the master bedroom. As he heard the shower start up, he opened the door... finding Mrs. Stuart sitting before her vanity mirror, crying softly. She turned and faced him as Keith closed the door behind him, "You... you little bastard... treating my daughter like that... get out of my house!" Keith ignored her, stepping closer. "Why? You enjoyed as much as she did... didn't you?" He asked with a knowing grin. Mrs. Stuart blushed furiously, "That's not true! How could you say such a thing, you filthy cretin?" "Because it's true." Replied Keith calmly, reaching down suddenly and slipping a hand up under her dress, "That's why your panties are soaking wet" Mrs. Stuart slapped his hand away, but he was already reaching for his pants, unfastening them and dropping them and his boxers to the floor. His hardening cock flopped out, lengthening, rising higher and higher... "Touch it, 'Mom'." She stood frozen and horrified, her eyes locked on the obscenely huge thing on the black teen before her. Fascinated. She shook her head and Keith persisted. "Touch it NOW," he said, calmly but in control. Hesitantly she reached out, took hold of it, wrapping her hand lightly around the fat black snake. It throbbed lightly in her hand. "Take your panties off." He said, seriously staring down into her eyes. Confused, humiliated, angry, lust coursing through her, Mrs. Stuart dazedly stood, still holding his cock with one, while her other hand slipped up under her dress, pulling her panties down. A large wet spot stained them. Keith took them from her, holding them up to his face and inhaling deeply, "Mmmm... yeah... you got real hot and wet watching your daughter get off with me, didn't you?" Crying again, Mrs. Stuart pleaded, "Please, this is wrong." "Turn around." Keith told her, "Bend over." Her eyes widened. "Do it." Finally, after a long pause, she meekly obeyed, turning and bending over, putting her hands out and grasping the end of the vanity table. Keith reached up, unhooked her dress and pulled it down, exposing her breasts. While smaller than her daughter's, Mrs. Stuart's breasts were well rounded and still without sag, in spite of being in her early 40's. "You bastard." She moaned as he lifted her dress to her waist, then cupped her breasts, rubbing them while thrusting his cock between her legs, along her wet slit. Her moist pussy lips left a wet trail along the top of his big, teenage cock. "You want it, baby? You want me to fuck you....?" Mrs. Stuart closed her eyes, her mouth partly open emitting a silent sigh. It had been too long since her husband had been intimate... in spite of her revulsion to this boy, her body responded. "Answer me, 'Mrs. Stuart'. Do you want it?" prodded Keith, poking at her entrance with his cock. The feel of his cock drove her wild, and knowing such a large, powerful fuck tool was poised at the entrance to her deprived pussy overcame her disgust. "Yessss...." she hissed. "Then take it, Mrs. Stuart..." and with that, he rammed it deep inside her, right to the hilt, piercing her sopping wet cunt with his monstrous teenage cock. "Oh yeah..." he grunted softly, holding it still deep inside her, savoring the feel. The woman, his friend's mother more than twice his age, felt good impaled on his cock. "Yeah...." he repeated, finally beginning to move, pumping slowly inside her. He teased her, fucking her with the full length of his cock, rubbing it along her clitoris as he squeezed her breasts. As her quim flooded down his cock, soaking his groin, a moan escaped her lips. "Ohhhhh....." Keith grinned in victory, his conquest complete, "Yeah, baby... you DO like it... the same cock that I pounded down your daughter's throat, then spurt on her chest, now fucking deep into you...." "Oh, gawd.... oh gawd yessssss....." she moaned heavily, her full butt beginning to push back onto his cock as he fucked her faster, harder. "Yeah... yeah, baby... take it... take my cock!" Grasping her full, wide hips, he began to pound into her, ramming her mercilessly. She moaned loudly and continuously now, "Yes, yes, yes...." "Does your husband fuck you like this?" She shook her head negative, too busy moaning to reply verbally. "Does he take you up the ass?" Again she shook her head. "Well, 'Mom', there's a first time for everything." Replied Keith and, before she could protest, he slid his wet cock out of her pussy and pressed it at the entrance to her asshole. "No!" she cried out in panic, "Don't!". Fear flooded through her lust as she felt the fat head pressing insistently at her butt. She hadn't had a cock up her ass since before she was married, when she was her daughter Jamie's age. Keith ignored her and shoved it in, the fat head popping into her tight butt. "Uhhnnnn!!!" she cried out in pain as Keith grunted, "Yeah...". Her pussy quim had his cock soaked, letting it ease in without tearing her. Still, she was tight and his forced entry hurt. "Yeah, momma... take my big black cock up your fat white ass. Ohhhh yeah...." Mrs. Stuart grunted as he bottomed out. He paused to let her adjust to it, then panted heavily as he began to pump in and out of her butt, fucking her. She began to moan, long and low, "Uhhhnnnn ohhhhhhhhhhh......" "Yeah.. you DO like it.... don't you?" "Uhhnnn ohhhhh... ohhh yessssss...." Keith pounded into her butt, his big teenage cock pumping her repeatedly, rapidly, heavily, his fat cum-heavy balls slapping into her pussy. Her whole body jerked with each thrust, her breasts swinging wildly. "Cum for me baby." "No?no, I won't..." she moaned softly, one last bit of resistance. "Oh yes you will..." he replied, twisting her nipples and fucking her madly. "Come on, baby.... you know you want to cum.... your body needs it...." "Nooo..." she whispered ever so softly, even as her body began to tremble, shaking violently as her orgasm overtook her, "Ohhh, ohhh god... I'm cumming!" "Yeah, baby! Cum on my big black cock!" He came, suddenly, spurting yet another load deep up inside her bowels. Mrs. Stuart was still cumming, her body shuddering in orgasm. Keith's fucking slowly eased off... slower, shorter, until finally his cock pulled out of her butt with a slurp and a gasp from her. Hearing, the shower stop, he stuffed his softening prick back in his pants, zipping up and pulling her skirt down. Grinning widely, he left the room, pulling the door shut behind him. As he reached Todd's room, he saw Jamie step from the bathroom in a robe. She looked at him, blushed with a small smile, and continued on to her room, right about the time he heard the front door open and shut downstairs. By the time he was back in Todd's room and returning Jamie's disc to the case, Todd appeared at his bedroom door. "Heya Keith... have fun while I was gone?" he asked innocently. "You bet." Replied Keith with a shit-eating grin, "You bet I did." Voyeur Mailman tcstories@gmail.com 8845 1.70/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-55463998035373751392013-08-05T08:47:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.243-07:00MatureMATURE My name is Cathy. I'm 48 years old and have been married to my husband, Terry for 24 years. Throughout our marriage my husband has enjoyed watching me tease, flirt, suck and fuck other men. I must confess that it also gives me pleasure. My marriage is good, we just love a little extra stimulation now and then on the side. I'm in great shape for a woman my age. I get lots of "looks" from many men of all ages. I think my 34 D's are the main attraction but I must say I have a nice ass also! Last Saturday night, we had just left a nice dinner house where I had a few too many Cosmopolitans. Terry and I were feeling a little frisky and decided to checkout a small neighborhood bar on the way home. I was dressed in my usual Saturday night attire, mini skirt, see-thru top and 6 inch high heels. My husband suggested that we play one of our favorite games...We go in separately and I flirt with the boys and see what happens! I went inside the crowded bar first and found a seat on a stool at the bar. I sat next to a well-built black man wearing a baseball cap and a muscle shirt that showed off his extraordinary biceps. He had a handsome face with a mustache. I said, "High!" as I sat down and gave him a little wink. I noticed his eyes light up as he looked me up and down...spending extra time on my bra less tits poking thru my seethru top! "You come here, often?" he asked leeringly. "Actually it's my first time", I said. "But if I knew all the men here were as good-looking as you, I would have been here long ago!" He smiled at that just as the Bartender showed up and asked me "Whatta ya have, honey?" "I think I'll have a Cosmopolitan," I replied. "Put it on my tab, Bob!" my new friend chirped up. "Thanks, Sweetie" I said reaching over to his thigh and giving him a little squeeze. "My names Derek," offered the Black hunk. I extended my hand and replied, "I'm Cathy, but people call me Cat." "Nice to meet you, Cat," he responded shaking my hand with a firm grasp. Out of the corner of my eye I saw my husband walk in and take a seat on the other side of Derek. The mini-skirt I was wearing just barely covered my shaved pussy when I'm standing, so when I sit down my cuntlips are just barely visible when I part my legs to anyone who might be watching. Knowing this, I turned in my stool to face my new friend and I saw him look down staring hard a my hairless cunt. "Like what you see?" I asked wickedly. He looked up a little embarrassed, "I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to stare. You just caught me by surprise!" I could see my husband smiling at my comment as I said, "It's ok, sweetie." I put my arm around his neck and whispered in his ear,"I enjoy showing off for a handsome man like yourself. If we get a booth, I may let you touch it!" His eyes twinkled as he started looking around the room. "I don't see a open booth but how about going out to my van?" I thought for a moment, sipped my Cosmopolitan and said smiling, "That sounds good! Lets finish our drinks and head outside." "You got it, Baby" Derek replied. As he sipped his drink he stared again at my breasts and said, "Baby, I love your tits! They look perfect!" "I'm glad you like them, honey." I answered back looking at my hubby listening to our conversation. Derek leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I'm gonna run to the bathroom for a sec. When I get back, I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you!" His nasty talk made me excited and I kissed him on the lips as he arose and left for the john. When he left my husband leaned over and said,"Cat, I'm sorry but I've got to go back to the restaurant. I left my wallet there! I'll be back in a few minutes!" "It's OK, honey." I said. "My new friend and I are going outside to his van to have some fun!" "OK, Baby" he said. "I'll be right back. Be careful" "Don't worry, Sweetie!" I replied smiling. "He seems like a really nice guy and you know how I love Black cock! With that,my hubby kissed me and got up and walked outside. Derek returned just after my husband left and paid the bar bill and took my arm and led me outside into the cool, night air making my nipples harden immediately. Once outside standing in front of the bar on the sidewalk, he took me into his arms and gave me a long, deep kiss. Our mouths opened and our tongues explored each others mouth. His hands roamed my ass and I felt him lift the back of my mini and grab my asscheeks in his hands, squeezing them hard! Parked right in front of the bar was a purple van with another black man sitting in the passenger side with the window down listening to music and drinking something in a bottle. He was also staring at us with great interest. "I think we better head for your car before we get arrested." I said to Derek as he mauled my ass and sucked on my neck. "Don't worry about it,Baby." he said. "A little slut like you enjoys showing everybody all your shit!" With that he turned me around and walked behind me over in front of the van and yelled to the Black man! "Uncle Dee! Look what I got here!" The Black man in the van stuck his head out the window and I saw that he looked to be in his late 60's with grey hair and a goatee. He was wearing a dirty, torn wife beater shirt and had a bottle of cheap wine in his hand. As he smiled I could see that his front teeth were missing! He answered back with a toothless grin, "Where da fuck did yo get that fine piece off ass, Derek?" "The fuckin cunt just picked me up in the bar!" Derek exclaimed. I suddenly felt humiliated yet a little excited at the same time. "Check this shit out, Uncle Dee." he said as he reached around and lifted the front of my miniskirt exposing my naked pussy for the Old man and anyone passing by to see!" "Hey!" I shouted not expecting what he did. "Shut the fuck up, you little whore! Just do as I say!" he demanded as he squeezed my arm hard with his strong hand. "Whooooo Weeeeee", whistled the old man as he saw my naked pussy! "That fuckin Ho ain't got no panties on!" "Yeah, I know, Dee. She showed me her pussy in the bar!" Derek yelled back. The Old man laughed, "No shit! get that bitch in the van so I can get a better look!" I was starting to have second thoughts and started to pull away but Derek forced me along to the van, opening the side door and pushing me inside onto a dirty, greasy, smelly mattress and entered behind me and slammed the door shut! For a moment I was a little unsure of what I was getting myself into, but decided to go with the flow. To tell the truth, I was getting excited by the forcefulness of Derek. My pussy was already damp from the excitement and I really wanted to feel Derek's Big Black dick inside me! Once inside, Derek yelled to his Uncle, "Dee! start up the van and lets find a place more private so we can have some fun!" I saw the old man move over to the driver's side and start up the van. "Wait a minute!" I said in a panic. "Someone's meeting me here. They'll be worried if I'm not here!" "Don't worry, baby." Derek said as he grabbed my tits and massaged them thru the sheer top. "I'll bring you back as soon as we're done! Besides," he said as he unzipped his fly pulling out a big, semi erect cock of about 10 inches. "You wouldn't wanna miss out on this! Would you?" The sight of the big snake excited me even more and even though I knew it wasn't a wise decision, I nodded my head in agreement and said, "No, I wouldn't!" as I grabbed the big black monster with my hand and slowly worked it up and down. I leaned over and engulfed the head of the big cock into my mouth, slowly sucking on the head and licking the tip of it's purple head with my tongue. Derek, who was on his knees while I sucked him, pulled off his muscle shirt up and over his head exposing a hard six pack and a muscular chest. "Dee." he shouted. "Go over and park behind TK's place in the alley." "You got it, my man!" Dee responded. " The old man put the van in gear and headed out of the parking lot. I started sucking furiously on Derek's black cock, taking as much of it down my throat as possible. Bobbing my head up and down in his lap as he stroked the back of my head with his hand. My pussy was getting wet with excitement as I sucked this black stud who's cock was now almost a foot long. I massaged his black balls as I sucked with a wanton lust. My husband didn't know what he was missing, I thought to myself! "Suck that cock, you fuckin ho!" Derek shouted as I worked my head up and down! "Your one fuckin sweet cocksucker, Baby!" he said. All this nasty talk even made me hotter and I lifted up from his man meat and looked into his dark eyes and said, "I need you to fuck me, baby! I'm sooooo horny!" With that he ripped open my top, exposing my big titties and threw me back onto the nasty mattress. As he pulled his pants the rest of the way off with his big cock sticking straight up in the air he hissed, "Take off that fuckin skirt!" I lifted my ass up and reached back and unhooked the skirt, pulling down the zipper working the skirt down my legs and finally kicking it into a corner of the van with my foot. Derek, kneeling between my legs grabbed my ankles and spread my legs as far apart as they would go, exposing my wet cunt to him. He slowly moved in putting the head of his huge cock at the entrance of my cunt, running the head up and down on the soaking entrance to my steamy twat! "Fuck me!" I begged. "Please fuck me, Derek with your big, black cock! I need it bad!" Derek just smiled knowingly at me as he worked his big cock slowly into my hot, wet snatch. The feeling of his big cock in my tight pussy was driving me crazy! "Oh Shit!" I said in ectascy! "God damn your cock feels good!" "Like that, you little whore!" he spoke. "You like my nigger dick in your white cunt?" "Yes!" I hissed in passion! "Fuck me, baby! Give me more!" With that, Derek slammed his meat into me, bottoming out and hitting the back of my cervix as he grabbed onto my big titties and started fucking me hard and fast! As he pumped me, my legs lifted higher and higher in the air so I could get as much of his dark meat inside me as possible! Just as I was about to cum, I felt the van come to a stop and heard the old man open his door and get out. A few seconds later the side door slid open and a bright light shown on us from outside. By this time I was in the throws of an intense orgasm. "Ooooohhhhhhh shit!: I screamed. I'mmmmmmm cummmmmmming! Ohhhh God, fuck me you fucker!" As my orgasm subsided I looked over and saw the old man and 3 other black men standing at the entrance of a garage watching open-mouthed as Derek fucked me! "Here I come, you slut!" Derek shouted as he thrust deep and hard in my satisfied cunt. "Ohhhhhhh fuck!" he said. "Ahhhhhhhhh Jesus baby yeaaaaahhhhh!" with that I felt him exploding deep inside my pussy. As he kept thrusting into me I watched the black men gather closer around the door of the van, getting a closer look. I was beginning to feel really self concious. Derek finally pulled his long spent cock from my dripping cunt and moved up to my mouth and said, "Here, baby lick it clean!" I opened my mouth and accepted his wet, gleaming dick into my mouth and sucked our juices off his cock. As I licked him, I felt fingers exploring my pussy. "Wait a minute!" I exclaimed pulling my mouth off Derek's cock. "What's going on here?" Derek looked back and said. "Relax, baby. It's just Uncle Dee. He wants his turn!" "No fucking way!" I shouted. "I'm not letting that dirty fucking old man fuck me!" Derek, who was still sitting on my chest with his cock dripping cum on my face, grabbed my face hard between his hands and said sternly, "Look! You fuckin cunt! If you want to get home tonight, you better be a liitle more friendly or you'll wish you were never born!" The look in Derek's told me that he meant what he said and I suddenly felt very afraid for my safety and decided to be more cooperative for my own good no matter how disgusting it may be. "Come on Unc." Derek said. "It's your turn to fuck this whore!" The other men in the garage started laughing and high-fiving each other. "Go get her, Dee!" One of the black men shouted. The old man pulled off his trousers outside the van then crawled forward between my spread legs. His cock, while not as long as Derek's was almost twice as big around! It looked wider than a beer can, I thought! Derek moved out of the van and joined the other men as Dee moved up to my face and Smiled a toothless grin,his bad breath was almost over-powering. "Don't wanna fuck this old man, you fuckin Ho!" he hissed in my face. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to fuck you! "Please." I begged. "I just want to go home!" The old man just smiled and grabbed my breasts with his grimy hands and squeezed them hard. With that he moved forward to kiss me and tried to force his tongue into my mouth. I kept my lips pursed as tight as possible and tried turning my head away. Dee, finally tiring of my stubbornness, took my chin in his hand and firmly slapped my face with his other hand. "You little, Slut!" he glared at me. "You go out in public showing off your titties and pussy and expect not to get fucked?" What are you? A little prick teaser? Well, you little whore, your gonna get what you deserve!" Again he slapped my face twice and tears formed in my eyes as he kissed me, sticking his gross tongue inside my mouth! I winced as he explored my mouth and ground his lips on mine, squeezing my naked breasts all the while. Finally he moved down, kissing my neck and working his way to my nipples which to my amazement were as hard as rocks, betraying me in a way. The Old black man sucked on my nipples as his hand moved down to my dripping pussy and inserted 4 fingers inside me! After a few minutes I felt my hips starting to move up to meet his fingers. I have to confess that my clit was starting to throb and I could feel myself getting horny and wetter! I was on the edge of cumming again when the old man moved up and placed his fat cock between my breasts, squeezing them together and titty fucking me! He grabbed the back of my head and pulled it forward so his cockhead was close to my mouth and I stuck my tongue out and licked at the huge head of his black beer can cock! After a little of this he moved up and straddled my chest and tried to feed me his cock but it was too big! I had my mouth as open as possible but I could barely get it in! "Oh, fuck!" he said impatiently. "Let's try something else!" With that he again moved forward, squatting onto my face! "Lick my asshole, you Bitch!" he demanded. "Stick your white tongue up my ass!" The smell of his ass was overwhelming but I had no choice so I exploringly stuck out my tongue and licked at his stinky, puckered asshole! "Look at that whore eat Dee's ass!" I heard someone say with a chuckle. Dee ground his balls and ass into my face so I could hardly breathe. "Stick it up there, you fuckin cunt!" he shouted. "Eat my nigger ass! I held on to the old man's hips as I stuck my tongue deep into his spread asshole as his big black balls bounced on my nose. As I did this, he jerked on his fat cock! Finally he lifted up off my tongue and moved down to my pussy and shoved his big cock in my wet cunt. Luckily, I was well-lubricated because his cock stretched me wider than anything I had experienced before! I felt like my pussy was going to rip open but at the same time a feeling started in my belly to my pussy and I knew I was going to cum soon! "Ohhhhh Baby Fuck me! It feeeeels sooooo good!" I exclaimed in utter lust! "I've never felt sooooo fulll!" I have to hand it to the old guy, he fucked the shit out of me, slamming his thick sausage in my swollen cunt! "You want me to stop now, you little slut?" he asked teasingly. I thrust my hips up to him as I shouted, "Fuck Noooooooo! Just fuck meeeeeeeee harder!" All the guys standing around roared with laughter at my begging. I felt humilated but I needed his cock in me now! "Fuck this white slut! Please! I begged. Dee smiled with a knowing smile as he rammed his thick cock in my cunt as hard as he could. My pussy started quivering and my orgasm started! "OOOOOOH myyyyyyy fucking God! I'mmmmmmm Cummmmming!" I shouted. Just as my body started quivering with a massive orgasm, the old man pulled his fat cock out of my stretched pussy with a "plop" and moved up to my face and shot a huge load all over my hair and face. I had his cum all over my eyes and face so I could hardly see! He put his spent cock in my mouth and I licked it clean. I was totally spent but I felt another body moving between my legs. It was one of the other black men in the garage! This guy must have weighed at least 350 lbs! I felt him try to enter my pussy but his cock was too small after I'd been stretched out by Dee. "Dee, You Mother fucker!" The guy shouted disgustingly. "You stretched this whore out so much I can't feel her!" Everybody outside started laughing and I even smiled at what he'd said. "Stick it in her ass, Motherfucker!" I heard Derek yell. With that the obese black man lifted my legs high and stuck his dick at my asshole entrance and pushed it in slow but steady! Luckily all the juices had slid down to my asshole for lubrication so it wasn't too bad. The fat man pounded my asshole steadily as another black man entered and stuck his cock into my mouth. To tell the truth I don't know how long or how many times I got fucked. I know I swallowed many loads of black cum. My ass and pussy were used many times. At one point, I remember laying down with all of them surrounding me and they took turns pissing all over my hair, face mouth and body. As they did this, they called me names like slut, whore, bitch etc. until I finally passed out! Upon awakening, I heard the door of the van open. It was still dark outside! Derek reached in and took my hand and pulled me outside. I was barely coherent as Derek said to me as I stood on shaking legs. "Thanks for the good time,baby!" With that he stepped back into the van and it roared off into the night! It was all like a dream. Suddenly I realized that I was standing in the parking lot of the bar where we met. Only I was totally naked except my 6 inch heels with cum running down my legs from my pussy and asshole! My hair and face smelled like dried piss and cum! My sore nipples were again hard from the chilly night air. Fortunately, the parking lot was empty so I guess it was after 2am sometime. Suddenly, car lights shown on me and I felt a sigh of relief as my hubby's car pulled up in front of me. He got out and ran to me, "Are you allright, Baby? Where have you been?" "I, I'm not sure, honey." I said softly. "I'm a little dizzy and my belly feels like it's burning!" My husband pulled back and looked at my stomach and shouted, "No FUCKIN WAY! What did you do?" I looked down and lifted my breasts out of the way and saw it in the headlights of the car. Just above my pussy, somebody had tattooed the words "Black Cock Whore" across my white belly! I started to cry as my husband held me but I knew deep down that it was true! 11909 1.88/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-45917318685409632822013-08-05T06:03:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.277-07:00My Flight HomeMY FLIGHT HOME All too soon my holiday in South Africa ended. My husband James had left earlier for business leaving me with some time to get to intimately know some of the men but more on that later. Since James was gone, I chose to dress much more revealing than normal and certainly more revealing for a woman of my age. I wore a simple gray pull on short loose skirt and a raspberry colored shell top with a bit of lace and low heels. I wore nothing else and the naked feeling underneath my clothes while going through customs and the like was extremely erotic. I was pleasantly surprised to find my husband had upgraded me to first class for the long flight back to London. I quickly settled in my window seat and was joined shortly thereafter by a distinguished looking black man that I estimated to be in his late 40?s. He was nattily attired and we immediately struck up a conversation. I learned he was a barrister heading for London on business. As we talked I couldn?t help but notice his eyes drifting to my legs and chest. The plane was cool so I know my nipples were quite prominent and made more so by his attention. I should point out that I love sex and am a bit of an exhibitionist. My desires for exposing myself are, however, greater than my ability to carry them out but I am making progress and figured, with my husband gone, this is a perfect opportunity to be a little more proactive. Therefore I made it a point not to keep my legs together or to try and pull down my all too short skirt, both of which did not escape the notice of the young barrister. I?m not sure how exactly it happened but somehow has hand fell upon my thigh. I sensed his pleasure when I made no attempt to move it and as we conversed, he began to tenderly rub my thigh sliding slowly upward and inward to more tender soft regions. I did not stop him. By now the cabin lights dimmed and most passengers had settled in for the overnight flight. Our conversation was reduced to a steamy whisper and turned more and more to sexual proclivity on both our parts. Being the gentlemen that he is, he took the blanket and folded it over my legs before sliding his hand under it. It wasn?t long before he discovered I was not wearing knickers, a fact that pleased him immensely. I found out how immensely by slipping my on hand under his blanket and found him quite erect and quite large. I unzipped him with some difficulty caused in part by his fingers working into and out of my pussy and over my clit. At this point I told him that I wanted to suck him off. We agreed that this would be a most difficult task even in the relatively spacious confines of the British Airways first class cabin. He also lamented that he would not be able to reciprocate so instead we amused ourselves by petting each other and exchanging stories of our sexual adventures for much of the remaining flight. We did agree that it made little sense for him to check into a hotel upon arrival to London when he could stay with me for a few hours before his appointment. Shortly after arrival, we were in the back of a cab kissing each other passionately heading to my flat. I brought him into the bedroom and watched in rapt attention as he undressed completely. I told him I wanted him totally naked before we did anything else and he quickly complied. He was an ebony god with dark even skin, muscular but getting softer with age and with a rather generous sized cock. I told him I wanted to just look at him while I called my husband to tell him I had arrived safely. When I reached James, I discovered my new lover didn?t obey me very well. Instead of lying there and letting me drink him in, he moved behind me and began to fondle my tiny breasts and soon reached underneath my thin top to squeeze and gently molest my tits. I tried to concentrate on what James was telling me as my black beauty kissed my neck and pulled off my skirt. He moved in front of me to his knees and began to lick and suckle my clit while finger fucking my pussy stopping only briefly to remove my top leaving me naked as well. My dark lover had my attention whilst my husband droned on about his boring research. I soon reached the point where I was wiggling and about to lose my composure, much to the delight of the man feasting on my charms. Finally I did manage to pull away and motioned for him to lie on the bed. I put the phone in the crease of his thigh so I could talk to James and hear him while I stroked my new toy?s shaft and licked the nuts dangling at the base. I rubbed my face in his pubic area muffling my conversational acknowledgements to James. I swallowed the great rod even before James said goodbye and concentrated in showing my new friend how good a cock sucker I was. Sadly he wouldn?t let me finish and instead pulled me up and kissed me guiding me onto his glorious member. Our kiss increased in intensity as I drew up my knees; he bucked under me driving his black pole deeper and deeper into me. I began to shake and then felt his release. His hot, sticky copious sperm flooded my vagina as we embarked on a monstrous mutual orgasm which faded into a short but deep sleep in each other?s arms. I awoke first and slide down his body taking in his flaccid cock into my warm wet willing mouth. It wasn?t long that it began its ascent filling my mouth and down my throat. I cradled his balls, licked his head and lavished all my attention on his cock. Once again he wouldn?t reward my willing mouth but instead rolled me to my back, lifted my buttocks off the bed and rammed me hard, fast, deep and expertly for another intense orgasm. When he came he then pulled out and hurriedly slid his dick into my mouth allowing me the pleasure of savoring his last drops and our combined juices. He continued to rock gently fucking my mouth as our passion subsided and he tumbled out and onto my face. Still naked, I arose and went to the kitchen to fix us some bangers and eggs feeling his wonderful thick semen drain slowly down my inner thighs. He too came in the kitchen naked but fresh from a shave and shower. To my surprise, instead of me serving him, he bent me over the table and silently fucked me from behind. His hands clasped my tits as his paced increased. My juicy twat gurgled from his thrusts. I found my clit and rubbed it furiously as his breath deepened. I came first; he continued his frenzied pace long after I was done before he collapsed on me as he expelled the final amount of semen he had in him. I?ll probably never see him again. I do wish I had gotten his business card though. I can?t help but wondering if he handles divorces? If we have comments, you can e-mail me at vidi789@hotmail.com 5071 1.37/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-42658500872933583682013-08-05T04:49:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.265-07:00My Cuckold LifeMY CUCKOLD LIFE By Throne When I met Wendy, all I saw was a sweet girl. Well, a sweet girl with a huge chest and enormous ass, who wore tight sweaters and jeans. But I was turned on by her extreme curves, in fact so much that I was willing to put up with the way she treated me. After our first date she went from sweet to bitter, making lots of demands. She didn't want me trying to paw her, or expecting sex, and she told me not to complain when she watched other guys. I was stunned. When I pointed out that, if we kept dating it would be natural for us to have sex, she said I was too eager and that I acted like she was an inflatable sex doll. Instead of normal sex, she decided, I could show my respect for her by giving her oral sex and not expecting anything in return. Right then I should have run the other way. Why didn't I? Well, I'm not tall (a few inches shorter than her), not strong, and not great looking. I'd never had much luck with girls and -- Wendy got me to admit -- was still a virgin. She, on the other hand, was extremely confident and unwilling to compromise. Other guys loved to look at her full figure, which she was happy to show off. So, instead of breaking up, I foolishly agreed to her demands. That same night she let me see her naked (WOW!) and took me to her bedroom. Wendy was definatly the boss and made me strip for inspection. Her attention immediately went to my immature penis. She laughed and told me, "Now I really don't want you trying to climb on top of me to get into my pussy. Look at that little dick." She stepped closer and ran her soft hands down my chest. When her fingers passed over my nipples I gasped and started to get an erection. "Oh, so you like having your titties played with, like a girl?" Wendy teased me that way some more, until I was moaning loudly. "Let's see what kind of stamina your teenie weenie has." She turned and pressed her doublewide ass against my crotch, then wagged her hips side to side. "Do you like that, stud?" I moaned my approval. Wendy chuckled at how easily she had taken control of my libido. Then she turned back to me and grasped my member, enclosing it in her hand. Suddenly she was stroking it vigorously, her free hand returning to my chest, toying with first one nipple and then the other. In just under a minute I grunted and shot my meager reserve of cum into her persuasive palm. I groaned in defeat and let my shoulders slump. Wendy thought my lack of control was hilarious. She laughed so hard her big bust shook. Then she grinned evilly and spread my ejaculate over the fronts of both her tits. "You've got a choice, Mr. Premature Ejaculation. You can lick my jugs clean right now or you can get your clothes on and leave. If you don't know how to do what I tell you, I never want to see you again." I was shocked but too much under her seductive spell and too weak willed. That was the second time I should have left but again I stayed. Not only did I remain there, but I leaned forward and lapped one of her nipples, getting a taste of my own spend. I gagged a bit but didn't stop. Wendy sat on the edge of the bed and put her fingertips on my shoulders, pressing down to signal that she wanted me on my knees. As soon as I was kneeling she leaned forward and pulled by face against her other pillowy breast, getting the sticky mess on my nose and lips. I had to lick up the rest and suck both her nipples. Then I had to lap clean the palm of her hand. All of that got her hot and she swung her plump legs up and stretched out comfortably on her back. "Okay," she said and pointed to her crotch. "Get your face on my snatch and show me what else you can do with your tongue. You said you're a virgin but I'm sure you've jerked off to porn flicks and magazines. Right?" Shamefaced, I admitted that was true. She went on, "Then you have some idea how to take care of a girl with your mouth. Start by licking my big pussy lips and when I'm ready for something else I'll give you more instructions. Imagine you're in one of those pornies you love to whack off to." I began licking, startled by the strong taste. I hadn't watched that much porn. It had just been a few times when I was desperately horny. Even so, I knew Wendy would always look down on me for it. At the same time, my revelation reinforced the idea that I wouldn't have any luck with other females if I did leave her. I guess that over the next hour, while she coached me through giving her three noisy orgasms, my fate was decided. By the time I got off her bed to fetch her a can of beer, I was trapped. Our sex life went along like that. Wendy warned me not to jerk off in secret anymore. That restriction, along with all the times I saw her naked, touched her while giving her head, and washed her back and legs in the shower, keep me desperate for release. She loved to tease me, even stroking my penis but always stopping short of giving me an orgasm. Wendy also made me masturbate in front of her, sometimes with a pair of her soiled panties around my organ. Again, I wasn't permitted to finish. I began to associate the feel and smell of her unwashed lingerie with my arousal. She was turning me into a fetishist. Wendy also got off on regulating other aspects of my life. When we went out to eat she selected my meals, sometimes really rubbing it in by choosing for me from the childrens' menu. Or she would order me items that didn't go together and then insist that I 'clean the plate'. When we had a cute waitress Wendy would scold me in front of her, or talk openly about how useless I was. At bars she would either not let me drink, or order me a girly drink, like and Apple-tini, or something with a paper umbrella in it. Guys stared at such a voluptuous woman paired with a dork who would drink a sissy concoction. Once she even ordered me too much booze and got me drunk, then insulted me until I was sniffling and wiping my nose on my sleeve (at her insistence). Everyone watched me like I was a total idiot. Back at her apartment she made me do all the housework, sometimes in the nude, never with more on than the humiliating briefs -- several sizes too small and in bright colors -- that she bought me. Actually, I should say she picked them. I did all the buying. She got a chuckle out of making me pay for items she used to demean me. Another of those items was a chamois for me to use to buff her boots. Wendy had a few pairs when I met her but quickly acquired several more with the aid of my credit cards. She especially liked one pair, in gleaming black leather, with four inch stiletto heels. She made me polish them while she had them on, sometimes sitting on the couch watching TV for an hour or more while I knelt and endlessly rubbed them, stealing peeks under her short skirts, feeling my neglected desires mount. Soon I was thinking about her panties AND boots obsessively. What else? She made me get on the bed naked while she gabbed with her girlfriends on her hands-free cellphone headset. I had to massage her feet, kiss her legs, press my nose into her moist pussy, or do whatever else her whims dictated. If she called several of her friends it might go on for hours. Once she wore those boots to bed and had me using the chamois on them, alternating that with masturbating with her worn panties around my small dick. I had rub my nose into her snatch so that I was breathing her scent in the entire time. It was maddening and took me one step deeper into her control of my life. Then she surprised me with the news that she had decided we should get married. I didn't know what to say. The way she mistreated me was destroying my already weak ego, but how she had gotten me addicted to her body, panties and boots prevented me from saying no. Like I mentioned earlier, there were chances for me to get her out of my life. If I'd been stronger, even a little, that might have happened. Instead, I immediately said yes to her intention of marrying. In fact, I still remember, I answered her with grateful enthusiasm. Three weeks later we had gotten the license and were in a small church. On her side of the aisle were Wendy's rowdy friends. The females were all showing plenty of cleavage and leg. The men all looked like they would beat me up at a word from my bride. On my side of the aisle I had no friends. Wendy had decided that she didn't want any of my 'loser buddies' to be there. Not that there would have been many of them, but I went along with her decree. I had a few aunts and uncles. Up front were my domineering mother and my wishy washy dad. They looked like an older version of Wendy and I. The picture that put in my mind, of being henpecked for decades as my father had been, was frightening but I was too cowardly to back out on my wedding day. Anyway, I told myself, once we were married she had to treat me better. Right? Wrong. At the reception Wendy danced with other guys. Danced very close. When I got upset she told me it was okay because she had dated them and, if they had already slept together why couldn't they dance close. My mom even danced that way with a few of them as my dad sat and watched with a pained look on his bland face. My new bride insisted that I dance with her girlfriends. They wanted to dance VERY close, and kept me aroused the entire time. At the end of the reception Wendy was slightly tipsy on champagne and gave all the guys long deep kisses. I felt gueasy watching that, knowing they were she was rubbing her tongue all over theirs. Then it was time for us to go back to her place to -- I hoped desperately -- consummate our marriage in the traditional way. If I could at least get that much, maybe there was hope for our future sex life together. At Wendy's apartment, which she insisted on calling it even though I had been paying the rent for months, she ordered me to strip. I got undressed with a mixture of hope and fear. Wendy slipped out of her wedding gown but kept on her white garter belt with its half dozen sexy garters, along with her shiny white stockings and cream colored heels. She put the little white pillbox hat that was part of her bridal outfit back atop her head. The hat had glitter on it and a net veil which she lowered over her eyes. Seeing her like that, naked except for those items, looking like both a bride and a maddeningly desirable sex object, her overblown curves on show, left me weak with need. She turned her back to me and said, as placidly as if she were asking me to hand her the TV remote, "Kiss my ass, you sexual zero." "I... what?" "Kiss my ass. Or are you too feeble minded to get even that right? Start with those big soft cheeks you love to touch and work your way to the deep valley in the middle. Then you can work your way to my a-hole. Is there any part of that you don't understand?" "B... but, honey, it's our wedding night. I thought we would, I mean, that we might, you know..." "What? Screw? Did your nothing dick get bigger while I wasn't looking? Did you learn to keep from shooting as soon as you get started? No, you're not getting any sex tonight. Or any night. Not unless you want to count having your mouth all over my twat as sex, because you'll be getting all of that you can stand, and more. Or maybe you want to count ass kissing as sex. Because that's what you're going to do right now, unless you want me to have this marriage annulled, throw you out on the street, and tell everyone what a pussy licking, small dicked, wimp loser you are. Is that what you want, you jerkoff? Should I tell everybody how touching my boots gives you a stiffy?" "N... no. P... pl... please, Wendy. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be difficult. I'll do whatever you say. I'll... do what you told me." "Say it, wanker. Tell me what you're going to do right now." "I'm... going to... kiss your bottom cheeks and..." I hesitated. "And then I'm going to kiss your, um... a-hole." I swallowed hard. "That's right." She grabbed my ear, twisted it violently, making me cry out in pain, and tugged downward. I dropped to my knees. "Now do it, you weakling." With tears brimming in my eyes, I craned my neck forward and planted my lips on her broad pink bottom, kissing the pliant flesh firmly so there would be no doubt that I was cooperating. My new bride laughed and backed up a step. Her ass filled my field of vision. To my shock I got a rampant hard-on. I continued kissing, covering both her plump cheeks. Then, feeling dizzy and confused, I moved toward the central divide. Her earthy scent filled my nostrils as I orally worshipped the inner sides of her buttocks. Then, unable to stall any longer, I put my face against the meridian of her well-padded rump and, with my hands on her full desirable hips, pressed my features into that prison of flesh. My mouth found its target and I kissed hard, over and over, as she purred with satisfaction and gave her backside several inviting wiggles. "Go on," she instructed. "Finish the job. Get your tongue inside me." Did she mean...? OMG, she did. Revulsed, yet so far gone already that I could see no alternative, and afraid of more physical punishment like that unexpected ear twisting, I jabbed my tongue into her tightness, as deeply as I could manage, and worked it back and forth. She moaned her approval and didn't stop me for several long minutes. Suddenly she stepped away and turned to look down at my crotch. Not only did I still have an erection, but without meaning to I had put my hand down there and was squeezing it rhythmically. Wendy scowled. Then she grinned. "Well," she declared. "If you're allowed to have fun that way, even though I forbade it, I guess that means I can do whatever I please." She turned and took her cellphone off the dresser to hit a pre-set number. "Hello, Tank? Yeah, it's Wendy. Looks like my new idiot husband is a complete flop on our wedding night. How about you come over to my place and we can show him how it's done the right way. Ten minutes? I should what? Tank, baby, that's a wild idea. Yeah, I'll be in bed on my back, waiting for you. I never took back your spare key, right? Guess I knew somehow that you'd need it again." She laughed. "See you in ten, lover." I was still on my knees, the taste of her ass on my tongue. She fell back onto the mattress and lewdly spread her curvaceous legs. "Tank wants you to go down on me so I'll be wet when he gets here. He's got a huge cock and he's afraid he'll hurt me with it if I'm not all lubricated. And he wants you to get me ready so you'll understand your place in this threesome, right from the start. Isn't that considerate of him?" "B... but, Wendy. Darling. I love you." "Yeah, and I love you. I love having your face against my pussy and your tongue giving me foreplay. Get down there and get busy, idiot." Close to tears, I laid between her heavy thighs and did what she said. I kissed her mound and then began to lap her thick nether lips. She grunted happily and told me not to dare bring her off, because she was saving that for when Tank got there. At her instruction I also used plenty of saliva to get her prepped for the man who was going to screw her on OUR wedding night. I was sick and afraid. I heard the lock turn, the door open, and then the door slam. Heavy footsteps came directly to the bedroom. "Hey, sweetstuff," Tank said cheerfully. "Why don't we get that shrimp out from between your legs and put something substantial there?" She laughed and gave me several hard blows with her heels. "Go on, jerkweed. You heard the man. The real man. Get off the bed and make space for someone who knows how to screw and has the equipment to do it." As I stood up, ashamed to be seen naked by another man, Tank was already undoing his shirt. He barked at me, "Get down there and untie my shoes, good-for-nothing. You don't want to make your pretty bride wait for her fun, do you?" When I didn't answer he snapped at me, "DO YOU?" "Nuh... no Sir." I dropped to one knee and clumsily undid his shoelaces, fearful that he would kick me. Tank stepped out of his shoes and undid his trousers. Then he stripped the rest of the way and I saw that Wendy's claim about his penis had not been exaggerated. Even limp he was larger than I was with an erection. There must have been seven inches hanging between his hairy, muscular thighs. Then he stepped to the side of the bed and she got up on one elbow to lick his waiting member. At once it began to rise impressively. As my new wife fitted her mouth over the thick head it reached an alarming nine inches. My lower lips was trembling and I had to fight back tears. "Come on, Tank. I've missed that big stick for way too long. Shove it into me, you damned bastard." He was only too eager to comply, not caring at all that it was her marriage night and I was her husband. Tank got on his knees and set the end of his cock against her pussy, which was wet from my efforts. He eased in several inches which were greeted by her loud sighs. Then he buried the rest in her, up to his plum-sized balls. Wendy squealed with pleasure and writhed her hips as much as the impalement allowed. Tank began pumping, without technique or even concern for her pleasure, but the dimensions of his rod made up for any and all deficiencies in his style. She moaned gratefully and met his downstrokes with upward thrusts of her broad hips. The two of them went at it like animals, slamming their bodies together, on and on, his staying power more than I could have dreamed of possessing, until at last they exploded into twin orgasms. Their climaxes were long and violent before subsiding into mellow afterglows. Tank rolled off her and looked straight at me. "Yo, wimpboy, get me a cold brew. Hurry up." Still naked, I raced to the kitchen. Wisely, I grabbed a can of beer for Wendy as well. They accepted them, popped the tabs, and clanked them together in a crude toast. "To screwing," offered Tank. "To screwing YOU," amended Wendy. "Because I'm sure as sheepshit never going to let my worthless husband put his baby-sized dick into me. In fact, why don't we make this a regular thing, Tank? I mean, I've got my jerk-off new husband to pay the bills. Did I tell you he likes to pull his tiny pud? He does. I make him do it in front of me but I almost never let him squirt." They both laughed. "But really," she went on, "I need a huge cock like yours all the time. Come on, Tank. We were always good together before." He belched unapologetically. She giggled as if he had made a witty remark. Wiping his lips with the back of his powerful hand, Tank told my new bride, "Sure. Why the hell not? Like you said, we make beautiful sex together." They kissed passionately. Then Tank got a bright look on his usually dull face. "You know what? I just figured how to seal the deal and like, at the same time, show your patsy husband where he fits into all this." To me he threateningly said, "You, pussyface. Get your mouth back on my woman's snatch and eat her again. I want that big mess of paste I left all cleaned up. Understand?" "But I can't..." His brutish features scowled at me. I didn't need him to say anything out loud. In seconds I was back into my usual bedroom role, my face where I wanted my dick to be, about to eat out Wendy. Only this time she was filled with another man's thick, strong-tasting cum. Trying not to gag, I got my lips and tongue on her and working. It made my stomach heave but I managed to do it. They kept me at it for a quarter hour while they kissed wetly and he pawed her breasts. Finally, satisfied that I had been shown my place in the new order of relationships, Tank permitted me to stop. He drained the rest of his beer in one long swallow and commanded me to bring another. That's the way it's been ever since. My wife openly cheats on me with him and loves doing it. She teases me endlessly and only lets me finish about once every three weeks. To make sure I don't enjoy those rare occasions she always watches as I jerk myself off into my hand, halting me several times before allowing me to unload my testicles of their burden, and then delights in having me unhurriedly lick up and swallow my goo, all the while taunting me about what a failure I am and how disgusting my habits -- the ones she demands I practice -- are to her. Often she goes out with Tank. They like to lock me in her closet with her boots and several pairs of her used panties, items that elevate my sexual desires to uncomfortable levels. Then they come home half drunk and screw wildly as I cower behind the door and listen. Everytime, however, they remember to release me so I can crawl over and slurp up the generous supply of their mixed fluids from Wendy's body. My wife told my Mom about the way things work between us. My mother not only approved, but told her to make sure I do all the shopping and housework, ideas that Wendy adopted at once. She also told my wife not to be afraid to slap me in the face when I deserved it -- or if she just felt like doing it. I'm not allowed to go out on my own or to have more than a few dollars in my wallet. Wendy lets me carry one credit card, which is expired. I'm not allowed to eat anything out of the refridgerator without her permission. She even has a 'bad boy chair' in the corner that I have to sit in, with my pants down around my ankles, whenever she wants to humiliate me for some minor infraction of her everchanging household rules. My life is miserable as I pass the months being cuckolded and treated like a spineless nobody. Our second anniversary is only two weeks away. Wendy says she has a big surprise planned for me. I'm terrified to discover what it is. 12385 1.74/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-30558311989077428992013-08-04T20:58:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.129-07:00FARMER'S WIFE Part 4Becky Tries Juan When she heard the tractor approaching, Becky was busily preparing lunch in the kitchen. Juan was early! Dashing into the bedroom, she hurriedly applied lipstick and ran a brush through her hair. She inspected herself in the mirror. .. that would have to do. As Becky returned to the kitchen, she listened. The tractor was beside the farmhouse now, and he'd be knocking on the door in a few seconds. Today was the day. Becky wasn't sure just yet about what she was going to do, but she planned to start something. When the tractor didn't stop by the front door she went to the kitchen window and watched as Juan brought the tractor to a halt near the doors to the barn. He shut the tractor off and went into the barn. That might explain why Juan had returned from the field a little early, he apparently had something to do in the barn or with the tractor before sitting down to eat. Becky returned to the kitchen counter and finished preparing sandwiches made from cold cuts. She put the pickle jar and plate of turkey meat back into the refrigerator, and turned the burner on low under the tomato soup. She would be eating alone with Juan today, the first time she would be alone with him since her tractor adventure. It had been two weeks since Becky had ridden on the back of the tractor with him. After kissing Juan and leaving him standing in the field with stained trousers, she had just made it back to the farmhouse when James had returned from town. They had sat on the front porch swing while she excitedly related the morning's events. James had a big grin on his face as she told him about Juan trying to drive the tractor while his penis throbbed under her hand and soaked his jeans. He thought that her act of confusion and embarrassment upon realizing what she had done while thinking she was "asleep" behind her husband was a nice touch. The original plan had been that Juan would peek through her bedroom window and 'catch' Becky playing with herself and see everything she had. The way it had worked out was even better. Becky had enjoyed close physical contact with Juan and it still appeared that she was as sweet and "innocent" as ever. The secret of how she looked in the nude remained just that, a secret. Attempting another 'setup' right away would be pushing it, and they decided to wait for a week or so. It had been two weeks before another chance arose. It was difficult to place Juan in a situation where Becky would be nearby, and alone. Also, he put in just three days a week at their farm, sometimes four. Another problem with finding a way for Becky to be alone around Juan was that Becky traditionally went along with James anytime that he left the farm to go into town. An opportunity had unexpectedly been handed to them when a member of their Grange lost a barn in a fire. Several Grange members, including James, were going to help out in a barn raising today. Wives usually came along on occasions such as that, and prepared meals for the volunteer workers. Today, Becky would be "sick," if anyone asked about her. She had prepared a large Dutch Oven of baked beans for James to take along. Becky didn't have a definite plan. Over breakfast, James had discussed it with her and told her not to push anything. Thinking that she was detecting some indecision on his part, Becky asked if he still wanted to go through with his decision to let her initiate some form of sexual adventure with Juan. James replied that he wasn't backing out as far as Juan was concerned, it was just that he was having some reservations about letting things happen with a hired hand. He added that it was her decision to make if she decided that Juan could be trusted to be discreet. She was just to let things happen naturally, if at all, James said while hugging her. If she didn't push it, just being her usual great self would let the magic do its work. It was better if she didn't go all the way, he added, because he preferred to be there, and watching as Becky tried Juan's dick for the first time. Smiling, Becky thanked her husband for the compliment and then asked him where he was getting these ideas. James said that he was just putting himself in Juan's shoes to see how it would be to be alone at the farm with her. They reached a consensus. It would be most interesting to see if Juan would make the first move, possibly by dropping a 'hint' to feel her out. If not, Becky would have to come up with something, and make it appear to be completely unplanned. After their talk, James left for the other farm. He would probably be gone till near sunset. Not wanting to appear too anxious to James, Becky had put on a rather plain dress that morning. After James left, she changed into her favorite dress after the white one. It was pink, and though it wasn't low cut, it showed the outline of her breasts to good advantage. She was wearing a pointed brassiere today, and she knew that her chest would be in Juan's thoughts as soon as he entered the kitchen. From her seat at the kitchen table, Becky saw Juan come out of the barn and head towards the house. Too excited to remain seated, she jumped up. It took restraint to let Juan knock before she went over and opened it. Becky didn't want to appear as if she had been watching for Juan by opening the door too soon. Juan a 37557 2.74/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-89350852743277275112013-08-04T17:12:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.229-07:00Jenny's Medical Adventure Ch. 06Just then Dr. Stevens walked through the open door. "I saw maintenance leaving. Good, they finally got around to fixing the light. I see Jenny is nicely prepped!" He shut the door behind him, and sat down on the stool facing her. He slipped off both of his loafers, and started to loosen his tie. "Unfortunately, there's no dignified way to go about your treatments, Jenny. I hope you can understand the difficulties we go through with this particular program." Speechless, Jenny watched as he undid his belt, unzipped, and removed first his pants, and then his underwear. He carefully hung them up. "Jessica, if you could please watch the door." She walked over, and leaned back against it with folded arms. Jenny quickly looked away as he started to approach her, slowly stroking his engorged penis! "We have been very careful in who has been allowed to participate in this project," he explained. She felt the table start to tip back as he operated the controls. Her head now dropped below the level of his hips, and the large, purple crown of his penis started to rise above her view. Her heavy breasts slid out the top of her apron, so that her erect nipples were now plainly visible. "All of the staff who participates carry a picture I.D. with my signature." He showed her a fluorescent orange ID card, with his other hand. "You will always have an escort, to help you feel more comfortable." A small drop of fluid had begun to grow on the tip of his penis. Jenny couldn't tear her eyes away, as he slowly ran the underside of the head over the tip of her nose, wiping it away! She could smell his musky scent linger in the air as he resumed stroking more firmly, along with the dampness now tickling her nose. "From past experience, we have learned that it is in your best interest to help the man feel more comfortable." Dr. Stevens took her hand and placed it cupping his testicles! He started encouraging her to massage them with his free hand, as his voice grew more hoarse. "You will find that the participant will orgasm quickly, so it will be an easier experience for you. You will also help to encourage a more copious production of semen, which will reduce the amount of encounters necessary." Dr. Stevens moved his hand away, now that she was massaging on her own. She felt his hand grasp her breast, and begin to gently roll her nipple between a finger and thumb. His testicles begin to shrink, as he firmly squeezed her breast, and aimed his penis directly at her face! She quickly squeezed her eyes shut, as she felt the first spurt of liquid hit her squarely on the nose! The second spurt hit her cheek, as she turned her head away. He quickly released her breast, and turned her face back towards him with his strong hand grasping her chin. "Don't waste the treatment!" he said in a tight voice, as she felt one last spurt hit just below her nose. "You can open your eyes now, Jenny." His throbbing erect penis, hanging directly over her suddenly filled her vision. There was a large glob of semen dangling from the tip, waving over her eyes. He firmly grasped his rod at the base, and ran his fingers up towards the tip. This caused a large trail of his remaining fluid to spill out onto her forehead. "Jenny, you were wonderful! You're going to be our biggest success yet! Jessica, some of the fluid missed, when she turned her head." He went back to the door, and started to dress. Jessica came over, and worked the foot controls to raise the table. She pulled a spoon out of her smock. "Try to be more careful in the future, Dear! Most men produce very little semen, so make sure you keep your face pointed directly at them" She carefully scooped up the glob from the table that had missed, and casually wiped it off on her other cheek!" There now, that is much better!" "That's all there is to it, Jenny" Said the doctor. "I want you to remember NOT to disturb the treatment. If some gets in your eyes, let the nurse know and she will take care of it. Will you remember that?" "I guess so," replied Jenny in a cracking voice. Jessica helped her out of the stirrups, and she was finally allowed to sit up. Jessica smiled at the thick white streams of semen, standing out in vivid contrast against her bright red cheeks. "This is going to be fun!" she thought to herself, as she led Jenny towards the door. To Be Continued... 4146 1.68/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-5836324263131270592013-08-04T17:03:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.312-07:00The Back SeatThe Back Seat by Susanna's Husband Maurice and Teresa had been bugging us to stop by and visit them for years. At one time we were the best of friends, until Maurice landed a job in Atlanta and they were forced to move away. Of course we kept in touch, but for one reason or another we never got around to making the eight hour drive to see them. This year however, Teresa finally managed to convince Susanna and I that we should stop by for a day or two on our way home from Florida. Not that we really needed any convincing so to speak, because we were really looking forward to seeing our good friends again after such a long time. On the surface nothing had changed. They were still the fine hospitable couple we remembered. An attractive couple in their lower 40's, Mo was a tall, well built black man standing 6-4 or 6-5 with an athletic build. Teresa was shorter, about the same height as my wife, although slightly over-weight. She was still a very attractive lady, and there was always something about her that men found sexy. Since the kids were out of town with their grandparents, Mo and Teresa wanted us to spend the entire week with them, but unfortunatley prior engagements prohibited us from staying more that just a couple of days. The day went well, and as evening fell, we relaxed in the living room, sipped on a couple of bottles of wine and reminised about the good ole days. About midway through the evening, Teresa decided to slip into something a little more comfortable and suggested that Susanna do so as well. The girls were gone for about a half hour and when they returned, they were both wearing rather provocative little outfits. The nighties were identical except for the color. Teresa was wearing a beige colored silk chemise with spaghetti straps and a low cut neckline. Susanna's outfit was red. Very dark and shimering, almost maroon. Both ensembles were short, not much more than covering their asses, and snuggly fitting their every curve. Needless to say, both Maurice and I were captivated by these two beautiful ladies. Playfully they teased us, by showing off their sexy outfits. Susanna looked nothing short of delicious, her 5-2 36c-24-34 body accented by the suggestive material. I couldn't wait to get her into bed and fuck the living hell out her. Mo and Teresa must have felt the same way too. Before long they were becoming very affectionate. Occasionaly the conversation would be interrupted by the two of them becoming entwined in a passionate embrace. Before long the wine and soft music began affecting Susanna and I as well. As we cuddled on the couch my lips eventually found hers and we were lost in the moment. As our tongues swirled together I caressed her firm body, my hand instinctively moved to her breast. Susanna didn't even flinch. Which was a little unusual since we were in the presence of others. Between kisses we glanced over at Mo and Teresa. With her strap moved down her arm, Mo was kissing and nibbling her neck. His hand was caressing her naked dark breast. Little by little he moved lower until her nipple was in his mouth. We were almost convinced they were going to make love right in front of us. A few minutes later a song that they liked came on the radio and they decided to slow dance in the middle of the room. Teresa fixed her strap to hide her tit and together they begain to dance. After a while they invited us to join them, which we did. I'm not sure it was much of a dance though, it was more like a collage of touching and feeling and kissing and caressing. Toward the end of the song, Mo suggested that we change dance partners. Before either of us could really say anything, Susanna was in his arms and Teresa was pressing seductively against me. It was strange, yet exciting to be dancing so intimately with another woman. One thing Teresa and Susanna had in common was that they both became very affectionate when they were tipsey. Tonight was no exception. Teresa and Susanna both loved to kiss and before long my new dance partner was nibbling on my neck. Although understandably aroused, I was greatly relieved when the song finally ended. When it was over, Susanna slipped back into my arms as Teresa returned to her husband. Although my wife and I were caught a little off guard by this impetuious moment, Maurice and Teresa didn't miss a beat. Within seconds they were back on the love seat entangled like newlyweds. In order to catch our breaths, Susanna and I retreated to the hallway just outside the guest room. We briefly discussed the situation and like myself, Susanna was ready to jump in the sack and finish what we'd started. We decided we'd quietly bid our hosts good night and then retire to our room for some good old fashioned love making. But when we walked back into the room, we were in for a surprise. Maurice and Teresa were now on the couch. Teresa's breasts were plainly visable as Maurice bathed each one with affection. Teresa moaned in pleasure. After a few minutes of this, he reached up beneath her nightie and removed her matching panties. He then dropped his own trousers and moved into position. One firm, yet gentle push and they were copulating on the couch. And what a vision it was! Teresa's nearly naked body was very very sexy and Mo's black tube was the largest I'd ever seen. It was almost a deformation! Susanna and I watched in silence as he pumped it in and out. Standing behind my lovely wife, I slipped my arms around her waist and pressed myself tightly against her. My hands caressed her tight belly as the couple on the couch got into a brisk steady rhythm. Teresa's breasts were bouncing wildly on each stroke. Although I couldn't be certain, it looked from this angle like you could even see a slight ridge in her lower belly where his penus would be inside of her. "My God," Susanna whispered breathlessly, "That's one incredibly sexy couple! Look at the size of his cock, sweetheart! I can't believe she's taking him so easily!" "I'll bet you wish you were in her place right now," I quietly answered, "With that big meaty cock sliding in and out of you." "Ummmm," She moaned as I caressed her soft belly, "I can only imagine how goooood it feels." "Why don't you find out," I whispered as my hand reached beneath her nightie and touched her panties, "Just walk over there... He'll want to fuck you too." "He already does," she hesitantly admitted, "He told me so." "While you were dancing?" "Uh huh. He was caressing my butt and grinding that big dick against me." "What did you say?" "Nothing, baby," she softly moaned, "I just kissed him and let him feel me up." "Did he get a good feel?" "Yessss, and so did I. God I'd love to feel that thing inside of me!" "Then go ahead. If it's what you really want I won't stop you." On that note Susanna hesitated. "Are you sure?" she asked me. "No," I trembled as I massaged her pussy, "But I love watching you make love. You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen." "So you want me to fuck him?" she taunted, "You want me to spread my thighs and invite him in?" "Is that what YOU want?" "I wouldn't mind it." "Then do it," I whispered intently. On that note Susanna stepped free of my embrace and as if in a trance she stepped into the room. Once inside, Maurice turned and noticed her approach. He motioned her closer. "Oh no," she stammered, "I'm sorry, I -- I didn't mean to walk in on you--" "It's okay, baby," Maurice assured her, never once missing a stroke, "You like to watch?" "Yes, I'm -- I'm sorry. I'll go." "No, it's okay," he stated as he reached out for her hand. Susanna carefully stepped forward, looking first at Maurice and then at Teresa. "You sure?" "Come on, you can join us. Teresa baby, you want Susanna to join us?" "Mmmmmmm," she moaned, still enjoying the steady action, "Oooohh, I don't care. But, ummmm, where's your sexy husband?" Nervously Susanna glanced my direction. She was no doubt thinking about what I'd given her permission to do. "He's in bed," she fabricated. "Then lay down her beside me," Teresa invited, "I think Mo wants to get it on with you. Don't you, ummmmmmm, baby?" "Yeah, Suz," he caressed her arm, "I wanna slide this big black dick up inside of you." From this distance it appeared as though Susanna was at an impass. Although she desparately wanted what he had to offer, she was understandably nervous. "That's okay," she finally responded, "I'll just watch you guys." "Suit yourself," Teresa moaned, "You don't, oooohh, you don't know what you're, ummmmmmmm, missing." Susanna stepped back as Maurice returned his attention to Teresa. Little by little he increased the pace until they were fucking like a couple of rabbits. My beautiful wife stared in disbelieve as they continued, allowing her hand to drift up under her nightie. Although Mo offered to help her with that, Susanna declined and instead joined me in the bedroom. --- After an unbelievable night of passionate sex, Susanna and I awakened feeling damn near as horny as we had the night before. She admitted that as much as she wanted to do it, she didn't want to be unfaithful to me like she had been New Years Eve of the previous year. It was then that she experianced her first taste of interracial sex, thanks to a rather unattractive, yet well hung black man named Johnson. What she didn't know at the time was that I was watching and the sight was incredible. A few months later she did it again with a young white man we knew. Although both times were exciting, for some reason it was the interracial encounter that we still fantasized about almost a year and a half later. Nothing was spoken about the incident the following day, and since this was to be our final night with our old friends, we decided to go out for dinner and few drinks later on. After dinner, the ladies dropped us off at a club and told us they were going to change into something a little more provacative and join us later. And provacative it was! An hour and half later Susanna and Teresa showed up wearing the shortest and tightest mini-dresses I'd ever seen. Susanna looked unbelievable in a skin-tight gold tube dress that was bare on the shoulders. Teresa was also wearing a strapless mini, with the dangerously short hemling cut at an angle. The fabric clinged to Susanna's curves almost like a second skin. As she approached, I could see she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples stood out proudly against the material. Since I couldn't see any panty lines, I assumed she was wearing a thong. She seductively swayed her 34 inch hips as she approached. Needless to say, all the male eyes in the room were rivited to Teresa and Susanna. My wife was a bit nervous about how revealing the outfit was, but after a few drinks, her concern soon faded. As the evening wore on, we danced several dances, both fast and slow. We even switched partners a couple of times in the process. By the time the evening was over, we were all tired, yet horny as hell. I was very anxious to get my lovely woman into bed that evening, and in fact, I planned to make love to the first time without even taking off her dress. When the last song started I slipped off to take a leak before we left. When I returned to the table, Maurice was on the dance floor with both Susanna and Teresa dancing close with him. He was caressing their asses as they pressed their lovely bodies against him. And then he would alternate long wet kisses between them. I could feel my own seven inch cock beginning to swell as I watched them return the caress and conclude their erotic dance. A few minutes later we were off to the car and Maurice suggested I drive. Naturally I didn't mind, but was a little surprised when Teresa piled into the front seat of the Buick beside me. This left Maurice and Susanna together in the back. I started to protest, but quickly thought better of it, knowing that very little could actually happen in the back seat of a car with me driving. As we began driving, Susanna and Mo laughed and giggled in the back as Teresa turned on the radio and leaned over against my shoulder. She asked if I minded, and I said no, thinking she was just tired and would be drifting off to sleep. In the back seat, the giggling little by little quieted down and I relaxed as I drove, listening to the soft romantic music. And then, very softly, I heard what sounded like a kiss coming from behind me. Non-chalantly I glanced in the mirror and at first I didn't see anything. I casually adjusted it and after a minute or two I spotted Maurice and my wife in the mirror. They were locked in a long deep and passionate kiss. I turned down the radio just a hair and began stealing glances into the mirror. I watched silently as his hands caressed her body, first her firm little belly and then one by one, her breasts. The kiss only stopped for a second or two before it began again, this time their breathing a little bit louder. Again I glanced back, with one around her shoulders, the other continued to lightly pinch her nipple. Even in the dim light of the passing street lamps I could see the outline. Susanna's free hand was inside his shirt, caressing his bare chest. After a few minutes, his hand disappeared below the back of the front seat and out of my sight. A soft moan from Susanna between kisses told me what he was touching. It was at this point that we encountered more traffic and had to divert my full attention to the road. As I strained to listen I could hear them moving around behind me. Teresa glanced toward the back for an instant and then snuggled closer. One of her hand dropped to my leg. Once out of traffic I again glanced up in the mirror. For a few seconds I couldn't find anyone so I carefully re-adjusted the mirror again. Although I still couldn't see Susanna, I spotted our friend Maurice rather quickly. He was turned sideways leaning over something. Or to be more accuare, he was leaning over SOMEONE. He looked to be fixing his pants or something. that's when I noticed Susanna's knee against the back of the front seat. I quickly glanced over my shoulder and could see that her other knee was against the back of the back seat. And Maurice, it appreared, was between them! By this time my heart was pounding like crazy. The thought of what was about to happen was very very intoxicating. Again I had to concentrate on the road. I could have sworn Teresa was caressing my thigh. And then I heard the tell-tale sound from Susanna's lips. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she quietly moaned. It was just loud enough that I could hear it over the radio. Another quick glance at the mirror revealed the sight I wasn't sure I wanted to or not. Maurice was moving up and down between her legs. Occaissionaly I could see his bare ass in the dim light as he worked that giant black baby maker into her pussy. Her arms were around his neck. Their moaning and groaning was becoming louder. My dick was begining to get harder. Just a few feet away, my wife was surrendering her body to a well-hung black man as I sat helplessly. "You okay?" Teresa looked up and whisered. "I don't know." "It'll be alright," she comforted as she gently massaged my erection through my slacks, "This is all new to her. You're the one she's in love with." By this time there was no hiding the fact that they were fucking. The seat was squeaking, Mo was groaning and Susanna was moaning, gasping and wailing with pleasure. Neither one of them spoke much, except to express how good the other one felt. Fortunately the drive to their place was relatively short, and as we pulled into their driveway, Teresa released my cock from it's prison and slurped it into her lips. In the back Maurice announced he was about to come inside "her pretty white pussy." As Susanna urged him to give it to her, they apparently both began to climax. A moment or two later, so did I. (end of part one) 8449 1.51/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-56185261688634198212013-08-04T09:39:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.187-07:00Cruise Ship Cuckold TrainingCRUISE SHIP CUCKOLD TRAINING By Dr. Bone Hello, When you book a cruise be careful with who you book it with, a lesson my wife and myself found out the hard way, the very hard way. We were looking for a last minute vacation deal online. "Look at the prices on this one. And its all inclusive also." she said. We later found out that this cruise had been listed on one of those cheap travel sites by mistake and only for a few moments, just long enough for us to book it. The big day came and we got on the boat, there were a lot of couples our age on board, mid-thirties to early forties. Two things puzzled me though. One was the way that the mostly black crew was eyeing us, and there seemed to be a lot of single black men on board. When I brought this up to my wife she shrugged it off saying the men were probably taking advantage of the low fares. As for the crew she said it was probably all in my mind. A few hours later she would change her opinion, in a big way I was trying to take a nap while my wife checked on the activities on board, she came back into the cabin pale clutching a flyer from the activities director. "We have to get off this boat now! There has been a big mistake!? I told her to calm down and tell me what was going on. Numb she handed me the pamphlet, the title was "Cuckold Cruises' and showed a white lady deeply kissing a black man while a 'shocked' husband looked on in the background, the sub heading was ?A boat for the black man loving white women, and for the husbands who love them.? I could see why my wife was upset but there was nothing we could do, the boat was out at sea now. I told her we would have to make the best of it and be careful as this was a cruise to nowhere where we stood on the ship. She looked at me suspiciously bring up the time that I had suggested she try a black man, but I reminded her that she had picked this cruise not I. That night we got the first of many surprises, seating for diner had been arranged but not for us together. ?Ship's rules!? the purser told my wife, who wanted to leave and get room service but I told her we paid good money for this cruise and we would have dinner and she should not worry about it. I sat at a table with all the other husbands while my wife sat next to a young black man. The other husbands talked excitedly on what their wives were going to do. Some actually hoped their wives would get pregnant or try anal for the first time. One of them asked me what I hoped would happen, I tried to explain that we had booked the cruise by mistake and that we were not into this scene. ?That?s not how it looks from here!? one of the husbands said I looked over to see my wife, who had been kind of stiff to the whole seating arrangement now seemed to really be getting into it. She was chatting away with a man and laughing. I felt the first pangs of jealousy and was also aroused. Could my wife really be that type of woman? The type to take gratification from another man at my expense and humiliation? After dinner I asked her how it went. She told me she was trying to make the best of a bad situation, then she dropped the bomb and said according to the cruise director thet man she was seated with was to be her ?partner? for all shipboard activities. We went to the ship's nightclub and after the first dance I was forced to sit on the side as she danced with her partner. I was alarmed when she tried to really shake it up on the dance floor as her partner watched her big tits bounce up and down, again I felt my wood starting to rise, but it was nothing, nothing compared to what I felt when a slow sexy number came up and I watched her rub up against him. That night when we got back to the room I was a little disturbed by my wife's behavior and my own. I was getting turned on by her flirting with the guy, something she noticed right away. In the room she started to jerk me off while questioning me about whether or not it turned me on to see her with other men. "You liked seeing me dancing on the floor grinding against that big black guy didn't you honey? I brushed up against him on the dance floor and I will tell you this. It is no myth about them having huge cocks." she said teasingly as my cock literally sprayed all over her. I threw her on the bed and we fucked all night, turned on by the slutty way she talked. The next day we agreed to maybe experiment a bit, little did I know how far it would go. We sat on the deck in lounge chairs taking in some sun when her "partner" showed up and sat down next to us. He smiled at us, or more specifically her, and what was there not to smile about? Her sitting there on the lounge chair in her bikini with her huge all natural tits. Her stomach was tight from the gym and a personal trainer. He took out some sun tan lotion and asked if he could put some on her. She looked at me to disapprove and then turned onto her stomach and said ?Why not?? He unhooked her bikini top and rubbed the lotion into her back with expert hands. He messaged it into her shouldered and worked his way down to the small of her back, then she rolled over letting her top fall to the floor. He put some more lotion on his hands and rubbed it onto her shoulders as she stared at his huge bulge. He then put his hands onto her tits and rubbed the lotion onto her breasts, her nipples went rock hard under his kneading and rubbing. My own cock wanted to explode. My wife let off a few gasps and moans to tease me. He worked his way down to her stomach while across the way a white lady blew a black guy as her husband watched approvingly, snapping off photos, she had to be in her late 50?s but was sucking on his cock like a porn star. Meanwhile the guy with my wife worked away at her thighs letting his thumb brush against her pussy by "accident", as I noticed the growing wet spot in her bikini. He went into a bag on the back of his chair and took out a bottle of clear baby oil. Then he reached into his swim trunks saying that they were chaffing him a bit and asked my wife if she could she put some oil on his cock, and then he pulled it out. I could have caught on fire and she would not have noticed. I had seen black cocks in films and they were big, but this? was a different story altogether, some of the veins on it were as big as my pinky. She gave me a long teasing look which said to me that even if I objected she was going to do this anyway. She squirted the oil into the palms of her hands, the bottle making a farting sound as she did so. Then topless she reached across space and as I watched her hand slowly encircled his cock around the middle of his shaft, she gave the cock several long pulls so as to spread the oil all over his shaft, then she started to stroke his cock as I watched with my own unattended hard on. ?Shit! It is so fucking big and solid.? she said slapping the man?s cock into her palm. She then playfully hit it against her tits making them shake and jiggle. I watched as her hand the hand with our wedding ring on it, milked this giant cock. She robotically pumped his cock until he said ?Oh yeah! I?m going to cum!? and shot his load onto her tits and tight belly as other cuckold husbands, their wives and their black lovers looked on. Later that afternoon my wife gave me a pair of her panties and let me jerk off into them while she verbally abused me. ?You know what? A few days ago I would have given you some relief but now I am saving my pussy for its first big black dick. And I know you want to see that. Right? You want to see me suck on a black cock. Right? You want to see me put it in me. Right?? I shot my load into her panties and she took them and put them in a draw saying that I would need them later. We went to see the cruise director, a short haired Spanish woman who snickered at me and giggled with my wife as she went over the activities on board the ship. That afternoon my wife ate lunch with her partner while the rest of the husbands ate at separate tables I could feel my cock growing hard at the humiliation and frustration of watching her slow seduction. He made a point of feeling her tits up as she fed him. The activities director came over to my wife and told her she could get a special message from the ship?s masseuse. She kissed her black boyfriend goodbye and told me to come along with her. When we came in to the room there were three huge black men who were totally naked, one of them told me to help my wife off with her clothes. ?You heard the man!? my wife said grinning as I undid her blouse. Soon she was naked in front of these men as the cruise director smirked at me. ?Lay down on your stomach on the table it is time for your message.? one of them said. My wife did as she was told and the men applied oil to their hands. They began to rub and knead her back and shoulders as she let out a contented sigh. One of them did her legs and worked his way up, his black fingers digging into her buttocks. They rolled her over oiling and kneading her tits with their hands, their large cocks brushing up against her body as they worked on her shoulders and thighs. ?You need a pussy message.? one of them said. At that point her resistance was next to nil. I watched her face contort as he rubbed the outside of her pussy. ?You are losing her.? the short haired cruise director said grabbing my cock through my shorts. She pulled my cock out and started to jerk it off. The man who was rubbing her pussy got between her legs and slapped her soft pubic patch with his cock and said ?Look right at your husband and say you want this in you.? Her brown eyes seemed to fill the room as she said ?Honey I have to have it.? The man laughed as he turned and slowly pushed that massive cock into her. My wife was being violated while I watched, her pussy being stretched to its limits, and I was excited by it like I never had been before. I came, shooting my load onto the floor as the cruise director continued to play with my shaft, which within minutes got hard again. My wife wrapped her legs around her stud. Her cries of pleasure were muffled as one of the men shoved his cock down her throat. ?Yeah now spit on it. Clear your throat that?s it!? he said then he plunged it down her throat again. The third man slid his cock between her tits and tit fucked her as she held her breasts for his cock. He pinched her nipples hard, twisting them. The cruise director told me to put my hands behind my back or she would stop jerking me off. Through the afternoon into the evening they used her in every position imaginable. When they were done she was a sticky gooey mess. She went in back with the cruise director to clean up. As we walked the deck of the ship my cock got hard again thinking of the wanton animal my wife had become. Was it over yet? Not on your life. That night a purser brought a wedding gown for my wife. I wondered what was going on. She said ?You will see. Tonight.? She said handing me my outfit. At first I thought it was a tuxedo by then I realized it was a butler?s outfit. That night we went into the main dance hall where several other men were dressed like me, with their wives dressed in wedding gowns. Then each of the women?s (including my wife?s) black boyfriends entered. What was going on? I wondered. The ship?s captain entered and gave a short ceremony where the brides pledge to ?humiliate, tease and torture their husband?s small white cocks? and only to ?love, cherish, fuck and suck their black lover?s huge cocks.? All the wives handed their husbands back their wedding rings and put on the ones their boyfriends had given them. He pronounced us all sluts, cuckolds and studs and said ?The wives may kiss their black lovers.? The cruise director was amongst the women throwing rice at us. When we got back to the cabin a cot had been put in for me to sleep in while my wife and her lover would sleep in the bed while I waited on them hand and foot. ?Take off my clothes, now.? she told me. I slowly and obediently stripped my wife of her clothes as her lover whistled appreciatively. ?Now boy, take off mine. And don?t you dare get any wrinkles on them.? he said. I carefully removed his clothes as my wife repeated his words. ?Um! The underwear too.? With the last bit of my pride going out to sea I took off his underwear and his big cock swung out. ?Get her ready for me boy.? he said as she sat on the bed with her legs spread. I could have left, I could have said no but I couldn?t. I got down and licked her pussy. ?Get it nice and wet.? My wife said. ?This pussy is just for my lover. My big black lover? she taunted. My wife told me she was ready. Then her lover said, ?Now come here boy! Take it in your hand, you heard me. Show your wife you can take care of it for her.? I could not believe what he wanted me to do. I was not gay or anything like that, but the humiliation of it al, turned me on. Hesitantly I grasped his huge cock in my hand and jerked it off as she watched. ?Oh! You are so good at that honey!? she said, ?It looks so sexy for you to be jerking off the cock of a real man. Now I have a little surprise for you, close your eyes and stop jerking him off.? I did not know what she had planned, but I knew I had to obey or she would kick me out of the room. I heard them moving around and then my wife told me to open my eyes. She was standing in front of me, he was standing in back of her with his cock through her legs so it looked like she had grown a dick. She held his cock out with one hand and in the other hand to my horror was a digital camera, our digital camera. ?Now honey! Show me how much you love me by sucking my cock. Come on honey, you will look so sexy doing it.? she said wiggling ?her? penis. Time seemed to freeze then, slowly, as my wife looked down at me with a smirk on her face I moved my face forward and with my lips real tight I kissed the huge cock head in front of me, noting how much bigger and denser it was than mine. ?Kiss it again!? she squealed and I did so as she took a picture. Then another kiss, then she looked down at me and told me to take it in my mouth. I stretched my mouth as far as it could go and did so. It tasted musky and sweaty and I could not believe I was doing it. She snapped photo after photo, making me lick the underside of his shaft and his balls as she laughed at me telling me that was the closest I would ever come to having a real cock. Then things went from bad to worse, the cabin door opened, unlocked from outside by a pass key and in stepped the cruise director. ?Mmmm! I see you are enjoying the honeymoon. Maybe I can help you out a bit.? she said grabbing the back of my head. The stud took the signal and started to cram his dick down my throat deeper and deeper. I started to gag which made the two women and the man laugh, but there was no mercy. The cruise director grabbed his shaft and started to jack it off faster and faster, her coffee colored hand flew up and down across his cock shaft. Then I felt his cock start to twitch. ?No cum dodging here dear.? she said standing in back of me with her smooth thighs holding my head so I could not move. I felt his head jerk as my wife snapped off photo after photo, then his cum flooded my mouth. ?No spitting out either.? she added putting her hand over my mouth. I was forced to swallow every sticky drop as he rubbed his cock clean across my face. Then as my wife and the cruise director laughed I was made to suck and jerk him hard again so he could fuck my wife further. ?Come on little cuckold.? said the cruise director grabbing me by my ear. She lead me though the decks of the ship to her cabin. ?Right now your wife is getting the shit fucked out her by her lover, listen.? she dialed a number on her phone and put it on speaker so I could hear my wife groaning and squealing as his oversized meat stretched her to her limits. ?I bet you are so fucking horny now, come here little white man.? she said kissing me deeply. Before I knew it she was sucking my cock like a machine, I came in her mouth in seconds. ?Hmmm! We are going to have to do better than that.? All that sexual frustration that had built up in me for the entire trip exploded to the surface. I grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed tearing off her clothes. I licked her pussy until she was ready to pass out, then I spread her legs wide and fucked the shit out of her. Before I knew it I must of came twice and was putting my cock up her asshole, lubed only by her spit as I listened to my wife getting the shit fucked out of her by some oversized black stud. The next morning we pulled into the dock. My wife kissed her black ?husband? goodbye and we went home, where we fucked like animals from the minute we got through the door. The experience has really changed our life style, for the better I?d like to think. She is already booking us for next year. 13916 2.14/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-71631218120664369302013-08-04T03:58:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.178-07:00Butt FuckedBrian loved to fuck his wife Sandy in the ass. He much preferred it to vaginal sex. He had always enjoyed anal sex. Giving, not receiving. He remembered even when he was twenty; he use to bully his eighteen and nineteen year old brothers into letting him fuck them in the ass. His wife Sandy preferred vaginal sex but could hardly feel Brian?s four inch, pencil-dicked cock in her cunt. At least she could feel it in her ass which was some consolation. Brian was not what you would call a considerate lover. He would butt fuck his wife without foreplay, cum as quickly as possible, (usually in about two or three minutes) and then roll over and go to sleep, completely ignoring her needs. Sandy had resigned herself to this and usually masturbated to relieve herself while Brian slept obliviously beside her. She was a virgin when they married seven years ago and had no idea what she was missing. She would often wonder what her girlfriends were talking about when they would discuss their sexual escapades. She would just lie and tell her friends everything was fine with her sex life. One evening during a girl?s night out at one of her girlfriend?s house, her friend put a porno movie on the big screen and the three girls sat back to enjoy the movie. Sandy?s jaw hit the floor when she saw the huge cock on the black porn star. She couldn?t believe the size and stamina which he exhibited while giving the beautiful white porn star multiple orgasms. She looked over and noticed her girlfriend had inserted a large dildo into her cunt and was plowing herself ruthlessly while watching the couple fuck on the big screen TV. Sandy felt a little embarrassed and amazed that her friend could accommodate such a large phallus and the loud moans and groans she made as she came. She had never had an orgasm like that! Feeling somewhat shocked and more than a little self conscience, Sandy excused herself and went home to contemplate the evening?s events. As she thought about what her friend had told and shown her and remembered the porn movie, she could feel the anger rising up inside her. She felt deceived and disappointed with her husband. He certainly was less endowed than the average man and showed little or no concern for her pleasure. Having only experienced her husband, she had no idea what sex could be like, until this evening. She felt hurt. She wanted to hurt him back for lying to her and all the wasted years of lousy sex, thinking only of himself. She wanted to experience the orgasms her friends and the women in the movie had showed her. She decided to take revenge on her small pricked, selfish husband. The next weekend she fixed her husband dinner and added some sleeping pills to his evening cocktail. He quickly fell asleep. Wasting no time, she dressed in a provocative black dress that screamed, ?Fuck me.? It was cut very low in front revealing most of her ample bosom, just above the nipple line, showing a peek of rosy areola. She wore no bra. She liked the way her breasts jiggled under the thin material of the dress. The bottom of the dress was cut two inches above the knee and rose to mid-thigh when she sat down. She had long shapely legs and encased them in sexy black nylons that were attached to a black lace garter belt which framed her newly shaven pussy. She wore no panties. She slipped on the four inch heels and applied ample makeup to give her a rather trashy look. She then called a cab and instructed the driver to take her to one of the black bars on the lower side of town. The driver asked her if she was sure she wanted to go there. These bars tended to be a bit rough and a lady could get in real trouble there. She told the cabbie that she was looking for trouble and to take her there. ?It?s your ass!? The cabbie replied and drove her to a place called the ?King of Spades?, a notorious bar where hookers and pimps frequented. As she entered the bar, she could feel dozens of eyes watching her. There was loud blues music playing and a young blond stripper was bumping and grinding in the faces of three customers sitting close to the stage. The bar was mostly filled with black men and a few white women, who looked like whores. She swayed up to the bar and ordered a shot of vodka. The black bartender gave her a knowing smile and told her the first drink was on the house. After a couple of drinks, a tall, handsome black man who introduced himself as Slade sat down next to her and started complimenting her on her beautiful face and figure. He asked her if she was a stripper or a model. Sandy liked the looks of this man who was lavishing his attentions on her. She told him she was a married woman with a wimpy husband who could not satisfy her and she was looking for some real action. Slade smiled and told her she had come to the right place and he could supply all the action she needed. He then took her by the arm, led her on to the dance floor. She felt light-headed from the three shots of Vodka she had already consumed and melted into his arms as he moved her around the dance floor. She could feel his hard cock pressing up against her as they danced. It felt like a baseball bat against her moist cunt and she was getting hot as his hands cupped her ass causing her cunt to rub against his erect cock. She finally could stand it no longer. ?Take me home and fuck me!? She begged. ?My place or yours?? Slade asked. ?My place,? Sandy replied. ?I want you to show my worthless husband how a real man satisfies a woman.? Sandy sucked Slade?s cock as they drove to her house. She was delighted to feel his ten inch cock in her mouth. It was so big around, her lips could barely stretch around it, but somehow she managed to take his manhood deep in her throat. Brian was still sleeping when they entered the house. They didn?t even try to be discreet. He was awoken by their loud laughter. He couldn?t believe his ears. It was Sandy and she sounded drunk and she wasn?t alone. He could hear a man?s voice saying, ?Get those clothes off baby, I have been dying to see that pretty white ass all night!? Brian, still groggy from the sleeping pills, staggered toward the noise in the front room. As his eyes focused, he was shocked to see his half naked wife locked in the embrace of a big black man. ?Sandy,? He gasped, ?What in the hell is going on here and who is this black son of a bitch?? Wrong question. Slade quickly strode over to where Brian was standing and started bitch slapping him until Brian was knocked of f his feet. ?Stay down wimp or I will slap you some more. I hit men, but you are just a sissy wimp so you get bitched slapped. Sandy was turned on seeing her husband being treated this way. She encouraged Slade to continue. ?That?s right Slade, slap the sissy, show him who the real man is now and how you have taken me away from him. Let?s make him watch us fuck. Maybe he can learn something, but I doubt it. He still has that tiny penis that can never satisfy any woman!? Brian couldn?t believe what his wife was saying. He was afraid of Slade and stayed down on the floor on his knees. ?Strip,? Said Slade. ?Let?s see just how small it is.? Brian felt totally humiliated. He had been bitch slapped into submission by a black man who was about to fuck his wife right in front of him. His wife had belittled him and was about to make him a cuckold, and now this stranger was ordering him to strip naked. He was afraid to disobey this strong, young black man so he slowly began to take off his clothes. ?Faster bitch!? Slade commanded, ?We don?t have all night, and how about a little bump and grind while you are doing it, sissy bitch!? Brian made an awkward attempt to dance while hurrying to get out of his clothes. Sandy laughed at his clumsy attempt to strip and chided him by saying, ?My little sissy can?t do anything right, can you?? Brian blushed red as he stood naked before them. ?You call that a dick?? Slade laughed, ?My nine year old nephew has more than you do. It looks more like a clit to me!? Sandy and Slade laughed at Brian and then started up the stairs to the bedroom. ?Come on cucky,? Sandy said, ?You don?t want to miss this.? Brian watched helplessly and Slade stripped his wife naked and the removed his clothes. He was built like a professional athlete and was hung like a porn star. He had ten hard inches pointing right at his wife?s bare pussy. ?Get over here wimp and guide my cock into your wife?s cunt!? Slade order Brian. Brian, with tears running down his cheeks took the huge black cock in one hand, and with the other hand, opened the glistening labia of his wife?s pussy. He could see that she was wet and ready. He watched Slade?s cock disappear into his wife?s cunt and heard her moan with pleasure as Slade penetrated her. They fucked for at least an hour. Sandy had multiple orgasms. Slade?s stamina was incredible. Finally Slade started to cum. ?Oh yes!? Sandy said. ?Shoot it in me. Fill my white married pussy with your black seed! Give me all you got, please give it to me!? Brian started crying as he watched the black man cum in his wife?s pussy. He knew he had lost her and nothing would ever be the same. After Slade came, he held Sandy in his arms and kissed her tenderly. ?Well, how did you like that sissy? He chided Brian. ?I think it?s time you cleaned us up. First, lick your wife?s pussy juice off my cock, then you can suck my cum out of your wife?s pussy. Reluctantly Brian followed Slade?s instructions. He had never tasted a man?s cock before. He licked the huge, black dick clean and then noticed that his oral administrations had made Slade hard again. ?Now look what you did, you sissy cuck!? Slade scolded the humiliated husband. ?Well, you start sucking my cum from your wife?s pussy while I fuck you in the ass.? ?No, please, not that, anything but that!? Brian begged. ?Come on honey,? Sandy replied. ?You like anal sex, don?t you? Well I think it?s time you got a taste of your own medicine. Give it to him Slade, show him what an ass fucking really feels like!? Brian?s objections were muffled by Sandy?s cunt pressed tightly against his mouth as he was forced to suck Slade?s cum from her. He could feel Slade spitting on his anus and then probe it with his finger. ?Oh yeah, you got a nice tight little ass pussy back here, this is going to be fun!? Slade said mockingly. Suddenly Brian could feel Slade?s huge cock enter his rectum. He felt he was being torn apart. He screamed in pain but Slade kept pushing his cock further and further inside him. After a few painful minutes, Brian?s ass started to relax and accommodate the large cock that was violating it. It even began to feel good! He could feel his own hard cock which was rubbing against the sheets start to cum. Sandy was beginning to reach her orgasm from Brian?s oral manipulations and the thought that her selfish wimp husband was getting his just rewards. Slade started to respond from the tight grip of Brian?s ass around his big cock. Then it happened, Sandy, Brian and Slade all started to cum at the same time. The room was filled with moaning, groaning and screams. Finally they all collapsed together, spent and exhausted. They all knew that nothing would ever be the same again. Their lives had changed forever. 54211 2.41/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-37446296590342477982013-08-04T02:54:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.221-07:00InterventionINTERVENTION My fiancé?s girlfriends were becoming a little apprehensive about the changes she was exhibiting since we had started dating. They had noticed her attire had become much more suggestive, and her make up more severe. There were other changes to. She was now sporting a tattoo on her right shoulder, an angel/mermaid holding a heart with my name on it. She also had taken up, smoking pot on a regular basis, joined a S & M Club, took stripping lessons and often attended risqué plays and performances. For a formerly demure, Christian lady, this change in behavior was a bit shocking to the women who she had grown up with who had been fellow members of the Bluebirds, International Order of Rainbow for Girls. They were afraid she had fallen under the spell of a perverted Svengali and was well on the road to sin and degradation. Something had to be done. They all agreed and intervention was needed. On the pretence of giving her a birthday party at her house, the plan was set. She however, sensed their concerns and planned a special entertainment for the party. Unbeknown to her girlfriends, her fiancé was completely under her control. She would show her girlfriends how harmless he was at the intervention. She told him she was having some friends over that evening and his services would be required. He was required to strip naked, shave his pubic area, wear his cock cage and a pair of frilly pink panties and apron, plus a touch of eye shadow. His duties would include serving her girlfriends as their maid, and do whatever his mistress told him, without hesitation. This made him feel a bit uncomfortable. She had never publically humiliated him before and he had met these women as the macho boyfriend before and this would be very embarrassing indeed, but he knew better than to question his mistress and agreed to her demands. The first to arrive was Antoinette, then Robin, Phyllis, Gina and finally Carolyn. After some small talk, Antoinette started the ball rolling by saying, ?Angel, we are all really worried about you. Since Kelly came into your life, you have changed so much. We are afraid he is manipulating you and you have fallen completely under his power?. ?Excuse me Antoinette; would you girls, like some tea?? Angel replied. Angel rang a little bell, and Kelly, who had been hidden away in the bedroom, entered carrying a tray filled with teapot, teacups, cream, sugar, napkins and assorted sweets, blushing from head to toe. When the girls first saw him in his panties, apron, and eye shadow, they were astonished. Then a roar of laughter came from the group. At first they thought it was some kind of practical joke but Angel assured them this was no joke. She explained while Kelly curtsied to each woman, passing the cups and pouring the tea that He was her maid, servant, body slave and sex toy. That he, in fact was completely under her control. She even made him lift his apron and show them his cock cage. Kelly felt completely humiliated as he explained that Angel controlled all his orgasms. Angel then made Kelly kneel beside her and kiss her feet while she answered her friend?s questions. Her friends, now realizing that Angel was not in any danger of being taken advantage off, began to enjoy the situation, teasing and taunting her sissy maid. ?What do you do if she misbehaves?? Robin asked. ?I have several punishments I use,? replied Angel. ?Mostly I put him across my knee and spank his bare bottom until it is bright red and he is crying like a little girl?. ?Oh I?d love to see that? said Antoinette. ?Oh, I?ll do better that that? said Angel, ?I?ll let you spank him yourself, If you like?. ?I would love to?, replied Antoinette, ?Me too? said Robin. ?We will all take turns? said Angel, ?and I think I will have him take turns sucking your clits, while we do it?. All the women, squealed with glee, as the sissy maid was paddled and forced to suck each woman?s pussy. After he had made each woman cum, and thanked them for the pleasure of sucking them, he was excused. ?Well,? said Antoinette, ?I can see we have no cause for concern here, it appears he is really a sissy in wolf?s clothing. Nice going girlfriend. Is there any chance we can take turns, borrowing him occasionally?? ?We?ll see,? said Angel, ?We?ll see?. 23737 1.11/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-90473740052488230092013-08-04T01:36:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.254-07:00Ms. Marca Part 68Ms. Marca Part 68 It was just a little past noon and I was on my way home from having lunch, before I was with David at the motel all morning. My cell phone rang, the private cell phone. "Ring!" "Hello, this is Marca!" "Hey baby, how are you, this is Doug!" "Yes I know who this is, that sexy deep voice is not hard to miss!" "Sweetheart, I got one of my people in town helping me out on my deal. I need you to go by and take care of my man for me, you know, like a reward for the good job he has done these last few days. He is at the Hilton, and he is a big tipper. I told him to tip you good, he knows the fee." "I can't be there until 2 is that a problem?" "Marca don't tell me you are booked for the evening, I was hoping you could make it all night with him." Shit Tim would have to be in town. "Sorry, got a client at 7." "OK baby I'll call him and tell him your at his room, that's room 1011, at 2. See you in a week or so, bye!" I knocked on the door to room 1011 at the Hilton at a little past 2 to meet my next john of the day. The door open and the first thing I noticed was the tall giant of a man standing in his slacks and no shirt. Oh yes, just like Doug he was black, black as the night. He had no hair, bald as my pussy was. His eyes were that dark brown; so dark it looked black. I must have had my mouth open because my throat was suddenly very dry and I couldn't speak. I just stared at him with a stupid expression, nodding my head like I was agreeing with what I was seeing. "Hi, you must be Marca? My name's Bernie." He said as he extended his empty hand to me. I shook his hand and felt like someone zapped with a few thousand volts of electricity. Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration; but it was like being hit by lightening and still standing afterwards. I was dumbfounded as I stared blankly into his eyes. At that moment he stepped aside to let me in the room. I think I gasped because the man standing before me with his warm hand in mine was the most gorgeous black man I had laid eyes on in a long time. For those women that like a sexy tall body builder type with six-pack abs and a perfect smile?this is your kind of guy. "Um, thanks Bernie, yes I'm Marca." I stammered as he closed the door behind me. As the big black hunk took me in, I noticed something odd,my nipples unexpectedly began to harden and protrude under the stud's gawking. My pussy lips began to puff up in my thong panties. "Look at you, damn, girl," he said more daringly. My mouth went dry and why, but for some reason I became nervous...and excited! How peculiar, I thought; men had always been putty in my hands. Now my libido was piqued. "I must say, Doug was telling the truth when he said you were the most beautiful thing walking!" He smiled and my knees actually buckled, it was amazing. I did my stupid head nod/smile and kept shaking his hand. I realized at that moment I was gazing at him with a silly grin and his hand gripped firmly in mine. He looked at our hands then smiled back up at me and I sighed?I actually sighed! What was wrong with me? I straightened up and pulled my hand away from his as if it was suddenly too hot to grasp. I stopped smiling and began looking at the room, at the bed. "Doug said you would be worth the money, I can see that!" He turned and walked to the dresser and took his billfold and pulled out 4 bills, I could see they were one hundred each. He smiled at me as I took the money and slipped the folded bills into my purse. "That will cover the rest of the afternoon?" I just smiled and nodded yes. Oh shit get hold of yourself girl, snap out of this. "That will take care of things until 4!" He looked at his watch and said. "Let's get the show on the road, show me that body, Doug has been telling me about." He sat down on the bed and rested back against the headboard. I unfastened my dress and let it fall to the floor, leaving me standing before him in nothing but my thong which was getting a little moist and my bra. The idea of being naked in front of strangers has always been exciting for me, and this was turning me on probably as much as it was him. I turned my back to him unhooked my bra, letting it fall to the floor and slid my thong down my legs. I looked in the mirror on the dresser so I could see the expression on his face as I exposed myself fully to him. I was definitely having the desired effect on him as I saw him reach down and adjust his cock which was now clearly visible straining against his trousers. Picking up the bra and thong I turned around to face him and letting him have a long look at my bald pussy. I spent a little longer than normal feeling of my boobs and nipples. Walking back to the side of the bed, I approached him and said, "So what do you think, do I pass the test, look good?" "Mmm, yes, it looks ah, very good", he stammered.. He stood up and I moved between his parted legs and seductively rubbed his inner thighs eventually moving up to his bulging crotch. I smiled up at him as I unbuckling his pants, lowering the zipper and sliding the slacks down just enough to see him in his briefs. Their stood this dark Greek God. Damn he was built and that bulge, Jesus it was big. I pulled his briefs down to his knees to fully release the black cock. It was long and hard and rested naturally against his abdomen. "I love your cock, your so big, and that head will make my G spot happy!" I reached out and grabbed him with both hands. I leaned forward and ran my tongue up and down the slit in his cock. I lowered my head and slowly took the man's member between my moist lips. I felt my pussy become increasingly moist as each inch of cock entered my mouth. I felt the tip secrete the delicious syrupy pre-cum that I love so very much. I moaned with each new burst of taste. My tongue slowly caressed the thick veined and sensitive underside of the large cock. I continued until I had taken him all in. Than I heard him mutter, ... "Damn, woman!" With constant eye contact I slowly withdrew off him, the wet and glistening cock sliding effortlessly back out from between my perfect red-lined lips. I repeated the act several times, never increasing the intensity, always maintaining the perfect position so that Bernie would never miss a thing. I finally let the crown of the man's cock emerge. A thick liquid thread of saliva and pre-cum stretched between his cock and my lower lip. I let it cling to my lip and dangle from my chin. I tasted pre-cum and engulfed his head in my mouth in one swift movement. He groaned loudly as I slid him in and out of my mouth while running my tongue up and down his shaft. He pumped his hips slowly as I took his entire length down my throat. He cried out as I swallowed, causing my throat to constrict tightly around his prick. I tasted more pre-cum and it was wonderful, warm and sweet and it dripped down the back of my throat. I slowly pulled him out of my mouth and smiled up at him. "That was amazing! I really should return the favor!" He pushed me onto my back and lifted my legs onto his shoulders. I looked down and watched him bury his face between my legs. I felt his tongue swirling around my swollen lips and clit, sucking gently at my slick folds and rubbing his tongue across my clit. He slurped up the hot juices that began flowing out of me, moaning into my pussy as he drank from me. I laid my head back and closed my eyes while he continued to lick and suck on my swollen pussy. He was tugging lightly on my lips, nibbling with his teeth and flicking them with his tongue. He was a very talented man, he had some experience. The things he was doing with his mouth were sinful and it pushed me over the edge hard. I felt as if someone had dropped a ton of bricks on me. My body jerked and convulsed as he sucked on my pussy and shoved his tongue inside my warm hole. My legs clamped down on his head and my hips bucked as I came in his mouth. I felt the gushes of liquid shooting out of me in huge waves and he drank every drop, growling and moving his head back and forth rapidly, enjoying my orgasm with me. When my climax finally subsided I opened my eyes and looked down at him, he smiled up at me, his face glistening with my cum. "You have the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted!" He dove in again, this time he brought me to orgasm even faster than the first time. I came hard, bucking violently on his warm mouth while he rode out my orgasm. When it was over my legs felt weak and they slipped off his shoulders. He stood and I saw his rock hard cock jutting straight up, it was almost touching his bellybutton. I was again impressed with his massive size and smiled at him as he climbed between my legs. I put up a hand to motion for him to stop and I pointed at my purse. "Bernie, I need to put a condom on you!" Without a word said, he handed me my purse and I took the condom from my purse and within a minute I had the rubber rolled down his dark shaft. I sat back on my elbows and looked down as he rubbed the head up and down my slit getting it covered with my juices. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide. I looked down and watched as his swollen head pressed between my slick lips. "Ready?" He smiled down at me. I nodded my head and he drove into me quickly. There was no easing gently inside me, he slammed into me full force and screwed me like that for a solid hour before he finally decided to change positions. I had lost count of my orgasms, I think it was somewhere around 15 or 16 that I gave up trying to remember them. His cock was long and thick and it stretched me wider than Doug had stretched me. It felt amazing! I came like a crazy woman, I screamed and moaned and made noises I never knew were in me. It was the most amazing sex I had experienced in ages and he was just getting started! As another orgasm rocked my body, he looked down at me and kissed me. Our body sweat made it slippery and our chests rubbed sensuously against each other. My hard nipples were incredibly sensitive, so naturally he had to suck them. His mouth was hot as he sucked and bit each nipple till I was bucking my hips and coming again. Just as my climax ended he stood up and waited for me at the foot of the bed. He looked so incredibly sexy standing there with sweat dripping down his muscular body and his amazing cock coated with my cum. He motioned with his finger for me to come to him. I crawled to the foot of the bed and he motioned for me to turn around. I slowly turned till I had my back to him. I wiggled my ass high in the air and he grabbed my hips with both hands. He pulled me back till I was impaled on his huge prick. I expected him to fuck me hard again but this time he took his time. He entered me slowly grinding into me as his full length pushed deeper inside me. Once he was buried as far as he could go he started to fuck me with short hard strokes. His black skin slapped against mine and his balls bounced off my clit with each powerful thrust. I love getting screwed from behind and I came?and came?and came. I had one continuous orgasm for what seemed like an eternity. It was more like 30 minutes before I couldn't take anymore and finally collapsed on my belly. He chuckled and climbed on the bed; he spread out on his back and put his hands behind his head. "Get on!" He smiled and flexed his cock and it bounced up and down. I crawled to him and laid over his body. I pressed my lips to his and we kissed softly. He pulled his hands out from under his head and wrapped his arms around my waist. I ran my fingers over his bald head and caught the faint smell of his cologne. As we kissed I slowly moved my legs so I was straddling his hips. Once I was in position I broke the kiss long enough to position his cock at my entrance. I sat up and sank down his long shaft, we moaned in unison as I lowered my mouth to his again. His tongue slid into my mouth and rolled around searching for mine. I met his tongue and rubbed it in circles around his. He grabbed my hips and slowly began to lift me and lower me on his cock. I groaned into his mouth as he controlled our rhythm, slowly sliding deeper into me, driving me crazy. I broke away from his mouth and whispered against his lips, "I want to be in control." He licked my bottom lip and said, "I thought you'd never say that!" He moved his hands to my bottom and began to knead my flesh. I pushed myself up so I was sort of doing a push-up over him. I began by raising my bottom up slowly so only his head was inside me, I squeezed my inner muscles and slid down his full length. He groaned loudly, "Oh God that feels good!" My husband is a good man, a man that has made it big time in the business world. He has given me everything a woman could ask for. I love him. Unfortunately what he isn't, is a good lover. He just can't gets the job done, not even half the time. What I was feeling with this stud was simply lust, pure unadulterated lust. He made me feel so sexy and powerful, I was in control. I had his pleasure in my control?it was my turn. I had never felt that before, a sexual freedom that I had never experienced until that very moment. I rode him with total abandon; I ground my hips into him and felt him go deeper than he'd gone all afternoon. I felt my insides shift to accommodate his length and girth and I loved every moment of it. My breasts swayed over his chest from the rhythm of my hips. I felt my nipples grazing his chest and they grew so hard it was almost painful. Just when I thought I'd explode from the teasing sensation of my nipples on his chest he seized both breasts in his hands and brought them to his mouth. He pushed my nipples together and sucked them both into his hot mouth. I curled my toes as electricity rode up my calves and finally settled in my belly. It uncurled and spread out through my entire body finally exploding out of the top of my head. I screamed and rocked back and forth on his cock while he sucked, bit and flicked my nipples. Just as I was recovering and trying to remember how to breathe I felt his cock jerk deeper into me and hold in place, deep inside me. I knew a gush of hot liquid shot from his long hard monster cock, a real mans cock. He cried out and whispered my name over and over again as stream after stream of his load spurt inside the condom. I collapsed onto his chest. "You are one hot woman. Don't tell Doug, but I want to see you again, when I get in town again, OK?" I got up smiled down at him and said. "Don't go away. I'll be right back." With uneasy steps, I walk into the bathroom and closed the door. I took a hot shower and cleaned everything on my body but my hair. After some 30 minutes I had remade myself, new makeup, perfume and was like a new woman. Dressed I came out of the bath and saw him setting on the bed just as I left him, that big cock was limp, but still impressive. "It's been fun baby but I've got to go," I said while picking up my shoes and slipping them on. 'I had a good time too Marca. Let's do it again sometime. I just don't want Doug to know!" "Here is my card, no phone number on it, just my e-mail address. Let me know when your coming in and where your are staying, will Doug be with you?" "No just me, one of us will be in town until we get this deal done and than one of us will be here every week after that!" "Hey, just one more thing. Next time lets try and make it all night" I walked up to the big black hunk and kissed him on the lips. I made my way to the parking lot and checked my two cell phones, one for my lover's and one for my husband and that other set of friends that he and I know. I checked the different messages and than I returned Tim's call. "Hey baby, me just returning your call on my way home, been out looking for some flat ware for the dinner party you wanted to have next month. Call me!" Ten minutes later my cell rings. It was Tim and he wanted to know if I was in the mood for dinner at the club. Hell yes, I didn't have to cook and I needed to rest after this workout I had today. A damn good workout at that. Over dinner Tim began to tell me about a group out of Denver that he was planing on doing a joint venture with and I could tell he was excited about it. I never pay any attention to what all he is doing, I just spend it. I wonder if he will be going to Denver a lot. That night in bed after we turned the lights out I felt my we-we husband reach over and pat my ass, oh the boy was horny. He moved up behind me just as he did early this morning and his little poker was rubbing my crack again. I had to smile to myself in the darkness as the images of the two cock's I had today were in my mind. God they were big. "You horny Tim?" Dumb question, but I had to act kind of dumb once in a while, all wives do. "Just a little honey. Marca do you ever get horny during the day, and think about having sex? Don't you get horny, just a little bit?" "Yes, some times I do." "You horny now, just a little bit?" "Well, if you promise to just get a little, like you said, just a little horny! Just a little bit of it all you get!" I giggle as I feel his hand grip my ass cheeks. I felt him move closer and the tip of his little pink head nudged my fold. God it was like a finger rubbing up into me. "Oh Marca I been horny all afternoon, and was thinking about you like this in bed, naked." "Was I in bed by myself, was someone in bed with me? Who was he Tim, did you know him?" Tim just groaned and began to hump me faster. I reached back and put my hand on him trying to pull him in deeper, lots of luck on that. Than I rolled over on my stomach and got up on my hands and knees. "Tim do me doggie, baby!" He was back of me and in me in a flash. "Oh Tim, you get so horny when you talk about other men doing me, can you see him fucking me as we do it? Who is he baby, someone I know, tell me who he is!" I, ...I don't know, ... he was just, oh yes, yes, ...oh yes!" Tim shot off his little load and fell on top of me and hugged me tight. "I love you Marca, oh how I love you!" "I love you sweet heart, night!" to be continued.... 1986 1.18/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-23654745206903252942013-08-04T00:36:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.332-07:00Topless DancingTOPLESS DANCING by Duke After my wifes experience in the whorehouse (YW258) for a night she was feeling very frisky. All she could talk about for months was how hot it was to be a whore and have men use her for sex. I went along with it because it made me perpetually hard to picture her in this kind of position. About three months after we got back from our vacation she was feeling especially hot and told me she wanted to go out and get some cock. I asked her if there was any particular place she wanted to go and she told me The******, a local topless bar we went to every so often. We had picked up men in this place before (YW190), so I felt comfortable in taking my wife there. She got dressed in a short skirt high heels and a white blouse that showed her lacy white bra off. Underneath she had on a black G string. When we arrived at the club it was still pretty early and the crowd was thin. we sat in the back and watched the girls as they went through their routines. After about 30 minutes our waitress asked me to come to the bar, as the manager wanted to talk to me. I followed her to the bar where the manger introduced himself as Rob and asked me if I was having a good time. I assured him I was and he asked me if the lady I was with was my wife. I said yes. He asked if she ever thought about dancing topless. I said that she had entertained the notion before...but why did he ask? "I had three girls quit and one is sick tonight and I have called all the girls I know and I am a little desperate. I saw you guys sitting there and she is very attractive..." My boner had sprung to attention at this." What would she need to do to dance here?" "Just fill out a little paperwork" he said. "Well, I could see what she says..What would she get paid?" "Minimum wage and tips..and she would need a G string. Maybe one of the girls has one..." "She has one on already" "How convenient. Could you ask her?" "How late would she have to work?" "Till 2:00" As I walked over to my wife I just knew she was going to do it. It was so hot and right up her alley. She looked good tonight. As I sat down next to her she asked what all that was about and as I explained it to her, I could see her starting to rub her pussy on the chair. "Do you want me to do it?" She asked? "Sure, if you want to." "What if someone we know comes in?" "Thats a chance you would have to take" "I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't do it" "Why not?" :You really want me to don't you?" " Well, I do if you want to" We sat there for a while until the manager came up to the table and asked her if she wanted to do it or not. She hemmed and hawed and finally said that the money wasn't enough. She said she would need $150. Plus tips and he could keep the minimum wage. He thought about it for a second and said OK if you don't tell any of the girls about the money. And he would need to see her body. She followed him to the office and returned in about fifteen minutes. "So whats the deal?" I asked. "He liked my body and I'm set to dance" She gathered up her purse and headed to the back. By this time the place had started to fill up a bit more and the tables around me were getting filled slowly with men drinking and watching the ladies. When she came out I was mesmerized. She looked so hot on stage. She was acting like she had done this kind of thing before. She had put on a lot of makeup and kind of exaggerated her eyes. She really did look like a professional dancer. She danced for one song with her clothes on then when the second song came on she took off everything but her heels and G string. As she started dancing I was hard. Very hard. In a lot of our sexual partying I simply was not in the room with her. She would have sex in other rooms with guys a lot. It was so awesome sitting there watching her strut on the stage, sharing her sexual essence. She got one tip during the first song, an older guy. In the second song she had two young blue collar types come up to stage. After they put the dollar in her G string she rewarded them each with a kiss. When the song was over she moved along to the next stage which was across the room from me. As she danced over there I could see a lot of guys were tipping her. Song after song she danced topless and made her way from stage to stage until she was near me. I got up and tipped her like the other guys and saw she had probably 20 One dollar bills tucked into her G string. I asked her how she was doing. " I am so fucking hot. This is turning me on big time." "You look great up here. What do you do next?" " I have 4 table dances lined up." "Really?" "Yep. I am going to give them a show, too." "Ok. Keep it clean enough to keep out of jail...." " All you have to do is watch me big guy." As her time on stage ended she gathered up her clothes and head for the back stage area. When she came back out she had on the skirt and the sheer wite blouse, but no bra. You could see her big tits bouncing from across the room. She walked by me and went to a table of men near the door. She plopped herself on the lap of one of them and proceded to kiss and nibble on his ear. After a minute she stood up and as the next song started, removed her blouse and skirt. She did a slow dance right in front of him, rubbing her tits against him and then turning around and sticking her ass in his face. At this I could stand it no longer. I got up and went to the restroom and in about ten strokes laid my load against the wall in the stall. When I came out a minute or two later she was a different table starting another table dance. She looked like such a slut. A beautiful hot slut that I was married to. I was never as turned on as this moment. She finished her table dances and sat down at a table and had a few drinks with a man who had come alone. I could see his hand on her leg as they talked. It was such a turn on to see her doing everything a regular dancer did. She ended up dancing two more rounds that night. Each time she made between $20-$40. She got half the table dance money of $20. each dance. After she was paid she had about $300. Not a bad night's work for a spur of the moment thing. We did have one person in who we recognized, a former neighbor, who ended up having a table dance, and was really turned on seeing a girl he knew dancing there. My wife was all over him rubbing her tits on his face and sitting on his lap, rubbing her cunt on his dick. He told me later that he came in his pants. When the club closed I was waiting for Cindy when she came out and told me she was going to catch a ride home. She had made a date with the Black bartender. She told me she would tell me all about it when she got home. This was Friday night. When she got home Saturday night she told me that Nate had boned her in every hole about ten times each. She also danced for him as he videotaped her naked. Then she let him video her giving him a blow job and coming in her pussy as well. To make a long story short she has been dancing at the club part-time two nights a week for 4 months now. The extra money comes in handy and she really enjoys the sexual charge she gets from it. She has turned into a pretty hot slut, getting her nipples pierced and a tatoo on her left ankle of a rose dripping blood. She's talking about getting one on her tit too. She still fucks other men a lot including the Black bartender, and customers as well. It is so exciting to wake up in the morning and she hasn't come home from work, knowing she's getting her pussy filled up. She has also done 3 stag parties and had sex with everyone there. I am still in love with my slut wife and wouldn't have her any other way. 5852 1.63/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-95818085023329582013-08-03T21:32:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.210-07:00In that momentIn that moment?by cuckytoher Kneeling on the floor, the lock on m chastity device making a clicking sound as it bounced playfully off my plastic prison device, watching my beautiful wife drift in and out of consciousness as I massaged her feet with lotion I wondered what made men do what they do. And as I contemplated this I realized that it comes down to a moment. A moment is all it takes. The moment in which you decide to jump off the cliff or stay on the relative safety of the canyon?s edge are the moments which define our lives. There?s the moment before something happens, the should I and what ifs, and then there?s the moments after it happens when you look back and wonder why you took the road you did. And then there is the moment itself. The moment in which you make choices and decisions which bring you to where you are now and define where you will go from here. Women live less in the moment then men and they make their decisions based on the long haul and the big picture. But men, we change by the moment. What does this have to do with me kneeling where I?m kneeling doing what I?m doing and cuckolding? It?s simple, I made a decision in a moment and now, for better of worse I live with it. My wife Amber had always been fairly dominant over me. A bit strange because albeit being 10 year s younger and making much less money than me, and having only a high school education as opposed to my Master?s degree and six figure salary she exuded a confidence and dominance I hadn?t seen in women twice her age. We met in of all places a Dunkin? Donuts where I would stop every morning to get my coffee before going to my job as a lawyer. Amber is 5?2? but always wears heels to make her look around 5?7?. She has deep brown eyes, and long, natural dark brown hair, but one of her best features has to be her 40 EE all natural breasts. She has marvelous wide hips and thighs and wears a size 7 thong or panty but most of the time she goes without them under her extra large tight fitting dresses. She is fully shaved and loves the feeling of it when she goes without panties. In short, she is a thick thighed, wide hipped, big busted goddess and I love her. Each morning she would greet me with a knockout smile as she served me coffee, flashing her cleavage. It seemed the more she saw me staring at her cleavage the lower her shirt was the next day and the bigger her tip was. I made it known that I was single and well off. It didn?t take long before I came up with the nerve to ask her on a date and things moved fast after that. We dated for three months getting to know each other more and more. You could say we had typical new couple ?vanilla? sex during that time. And then one night as we lay on a blanket in front of a fire in my luxurious townhouse, both of us in the afterglow of sex Amber whispered to me. ?Honey I want you to tell me your deepest, darkest desires. I want to know what makes you tick. We?ve known each other for only a short time, but I feel as if we?ve been soul mates forever.? With that she reached down and began slowly caressing my balls and cock. In that moment, all my defenses faded away and my inhibitions went out the window. Like a sinner confessing his sins, I closed my eyes and confessed to her. I told her all of my dirty little secrets and desires. I laid my soul bare to her as she caressed my cock and balls into full erection. The harder I became, the more I opened up and confessed and in that moment right before I was ready to cum I blurted out my deepest secret of all. I told how I had longed all my life to be dominated, cuckolded and controlled by a big breasted rubenesque woman. Two weeks later Amber called me at work crying saying that she was being evicted from her apartment and had nowhere to stay. She was sobbing hysterically and said that she was thinking of just packing up and moving away. Although I was right in the middle of a big case, I dropped everything and rushed over to her tiny one room studio apartment. I calmed her down and told her not to worry that she could move in with me. Her tears stopped and I saw that bright beautiful smile that made my cock twitch. Our relationship flourished after that. We became inseparable after that and the sex got even better. Six months passed and I was utterly and completely in love. One night as we sat having dinner with Amber wearing a very low cut top and no bra, the candle light accentuating her gorgeous features, she told me she wanted to talk to me about something. ?Baby, you?ve been great to me these past few months and I really appreciate everything you?ve done and I will never forget that. But I really feel like a freeloader here. I feel like you could just kick me to the curb at a moments notice and I?d be right back where I started.? A tear welled up in her eye. ?Oh Amber, you know I would never do that? ?Shhh, let me finish,? Amber said, wiping the tear away and clearing her throat. ?I want to know that the man I?m in love with is just as deeply in love with me as I am with him. I want to know that we share the same feelings and desires and want to continue to deepen our love. But right now I feel like some cheap piece of trash. Maybe I should just move back to the west coast with my sister and get a job there.? My heart sank. I was like a pirate watching a buried treasure slip away through his fingers only to be lost to the sea forever. In that moment I knew what I had to do. Slowly, I rose from the table, walked to Amber?s chair and knelt in front of her. She patted my head like a dog?s owner pats their pets head to keep him loyal. And before I knew it, the words were out of my mouth. ?Marry me.? I said, blurting it out and taking her hands in mine. She leaned forward and drew my head to her breasts. ?Oh baby, are you serious? Are you sure? I mean I don?t want you to think I?m threatening you or trying to trap you. I want you to be 100% sure this is what you want.? In that moment, with my head buried against her magnificent breasts the scent of Calvin Klein?s Obsession, her favorite perfume, wafting into my nostrils I was a dead man. Hypnotized by all that?s holy and sacred in the human condition, in a word I was hooked. ?No Amber, I want you more than I?ve ever wanted anything in this world. These past few months have been the most erotic and exciting of my life. It?s as if I?ve found the one thing in my life that I have been missing all this time. You?re beautiful, erotic, exotic, exciting, and I love you with all my heart and soul and want you to be my wife.? She took my face in her hands and gently kissed me on the lips, her tongue probing my mouth finding mine. She stood and led me to the bedroom where we enjoyed the best night of sex I?ve ever had. As we lay there with moonlight streaming through the window, the shadows dancing off her gorgeous body, she asked me about a ring. I promised I would have a special surprise tomorrow night for her at dinner. The next night at dinner, I again knelt by my lovely wife to be and presented her with a tiny aqua colored box. Again tears welled in her eyes as she took the box from my hand and looked deep into my eyes. She was stunning in her black, low scooped neck dress with her breasts cascading out the top and her gorgeous tan legs and thighs, smooth and sexy enticing me. She took the box from me and unwrapped the tiny white ribbon, opened the box to reveal a 3 carat princess shaped Tiffany diamond that had set me back almost fifty thousand dollars. ?Amber, my love,? I said, taking her hands in mine. ?I want you to be my wife. To share in my love and my life, I want you to be the only woman in my life forever and ever. Please marry me.? In that moment our fate was sealed. Amber cried, hugged me and accepted my engagement ring. As we sat enjoying a glass of champagne she went to the other room and came back with some papers. It was a pre-nuptial agreement. She told me that she wanted our life together to be perfect and that she was prepared to make it so. She said that after the night I had made my wild confession to her she had been giving it a lot of thought and wanted our life together to be perfect for both of us and make sure that we both got what we wanted. She told me she?d marry me on three conditions which were as she read from the paper the following: 1. We were to stay married for better or worse forever. Which meant that if I divorced her I would forfeit all past, present, and future marital assets to her completely. This would virtually leave me penniless and homeless for the rest of my life. 2. 3. She would be in charge of all marital decisions period. This would include how the marital assets were spent, where we went, what we did, who we associated with, right down to what I wore and where I worked. 4. 5. I would remain faithful to her, but she on the other hand was free to pursue other relationships outside the marriage. 6. She slid the paper across the table and I read it in my most lawyerly fashion. The language of the agreement was clear, concise and in all aspects a legal binding document. As I read the agreement, Amber stood up and walked behind me and stood there, her perfume strong on my olfactory senses posing an almost hypnotic air. Her long fingernails began caressing my neck and shoulders sending shivers down my spine. ?Baby, I know this is what you want. What you need. What we both need. Our lives could change dramatically and we can both be partners from now till eternity. I know what you want and need and I can provide it. And you know what I want and need and you can provide it. We?re a perfect match for each other. I feel like I was sent to you knowing your needs, and I know that I was sent to fulfill that need.? Her hands were rubbing my shoulders now making her way down towards my nipples, and as soon as she reached beneath my shirt and I felt her nail drag across my nipples shock waves raced up and down my spine even more. In that moment ever rational, sane, logical thought, feeling and emotion left my body. It was as if I was in a trance and under her spell. Before I knew it she has slipped a pen into my quivering hand and I signed the agreement. That was it, my fate was sealed, and our fate was sealed. Things progressed quickly after a fancy wedding and whirlwind honeymoon cruise to Europe. Once back at home, Amber asserted her dominance over me more and more on a daily basis. I became the de facto housewife, maid, cook, breadwinner in the household. I would spend my days at the law practice supervising a cadre of underlings and making high powered decisions only to come home and have all that responsibility taken away by Amber. I was always provided with a list when I walked in the door if Amber wasn?t home which most of the time she wasn?t. I would be instructed to change into my ?outfit? as Amber liked to call it which was not the typical French maid?s outfit that everyone somehow associates submissive men wearing. Amber however, thinks as I do that that particular outfit is so cliché it?s not even funny. So Amber came up with what we believe is the perfect outfit that is workable and yet shows my position. I am totally shaved from head to toe at Amber?s insistence. My outfit consists of my CB3000 chastity device always being in place, a short denim mini skirt that is so short it shows the tip of my chastity device, a pair of plain, flat soled cheap white sneakers, and a pink tie dye t-shirt that says ?cuckolded?and loving it? across the front in big bold letters. The outfit is comfortable enough for me to do all my chores in and at the same time there is never any doubt in anyone?s mind that Amber is in charge. Sometimes when she?s in a very playful mood Amber will do variations on the theme. A dog collar and leash have been added at times as I lick her pussy, earrings and lipstick on other occasions, and if she?s feeling very cruel I?m forced into six inch high heels which kill my feet! But it?s all about Amber and what she wants. Most nights upon returning home and changing into my outfit, reading my list, and completing all my chores, I start dinner and have it on the table at precisely 7:30 whether Amber was home or not. Some nights she would be there and others I would sit at the long, candlelit table alone and eat dinner by myself. Nights when Amber did come home, she would regale me with the details of her day. Sometimes it would about her shopping trips or visits to friends and other times it would be about trysts with her lovers. Oh yes, I forgot to mention Amber has taken on a lover since about a week after we returned from our honeymoon. His name is Jonathan and although I?ve never met him, I feel as if I know him intimately. I do his laundry, clean his condo, run his errands, wash his car and motorcycle, oh yes and most importantly clean his cum from Amber?s pussy, but have yet to see his face or meet him. Amber thinks its best that way. She says keeping him in the dark in the background will only add to his mystery and lead to more excitement for me. I guess she?s right. The other night after dinner as I knelt between Amber?s legs licking her pussy while she at my freshly made crème brulee she raved about he day with Jonathon. `?Baby, we had so much fun today. I know that it makes you hard inside your little cage when I talk about Jonathan and the things that he does to me. After our trip to the mall today where I bought some pretty hot outfits at Victoria?s Secret which I might model for you later if you?re a good boy, we went to his place and oh my God did we have fun! His cock is so big that it does take some getting used to but once I?m nice and wet for him he fills me up so nicely. Oh and baby when he cums, he cums buckets! Well it least if feels like he cums buckets, does it taste like that much?? ?Mmmph? was all I could mutter from beneath the table; my tongue buried deep in her pussy, scooping out Jonathan?s cum and loving both had it made her feel and how it made me feel. She went on. ?You know today he put me on all fours and fucked me silly while he put little lead weights hanging off my nipples and it was incredibly erotic!? His salty cum mixed with her juices rolled down my throat as I slaved savagely to get it all out of her, knowing it would bring her to another orgasm. My tiny cock strained against its cage begging for release and relief of some kind. All I knew was that my freedom and eventual release was all in her hands and at this point in my mouth. ?Jonathan told me that he is going to have surveillance cameras installed in his apartment so that when you go over there clean and do your chores he and I can keep an eye on you. He doesn?t want you snooping around in places you?re not supposed to be and that way he and I can keep an eye on you and make sure you?re doing all your chores. Isn?t that wickedly sinful of him?? ?MMMPH? my muffled cries were growing louder as I could hear her approaching orgasm and in that moment as she wrapped those beautiful thunder thighs around my head and exploded in orgasm, I once again would?ve done anything for her. Later that night after all the rest of my chores had been complete and Amber had taken a bath and was relaxing on the couch, she rang a little brass bell she kept next to her at all times in the house. The bell was my signal to drop whatever I was doing and come to her immediately. The moment I heard the bell I put down the laundry I was folding and scampered to the living room to find Amber sitting regally in her big armchair. She wore black, sheer, see through camisole and as I entered the room her beauty took my breath away. She told me to strip, and pointed to the floor for me to kneel. My clothes were off in a flash and I knelt with my legs splayed apart in front of her, naked save for my chastity device. Amber instructed me to put my hands behind my back and then she began to slowly play with my balls with her perfectly manicured toes. My cock was bursting in the cage; aching for release that I knew only she could give me. ?Do you like it when I relay my day?s activities with Jonathan baby?? Amber grinned a wicked grin and I immediately got harder. ?Oh yes Amber. You know I love to hear your stories. I love knowing hearing about anything that makes you happy.? Oh how I wanted to cum. On nights like this she would sometimes torment me for hours this way before finally allowing me to cum in some demeaning and humiliating way which I never knew until it happened. I might be allowed to cum on her feet and lick it off. Or sometimes she would straddle me and barely let her pussy slide down over my cock leaving me bouncing around trying to reach into her farther. And other times if she was in a particularly cruel mood she would break out her special concoction as she called it. It consisted of Absorbine JR and vitamin E mixed together which she would then rub on my cock and balls. The sensations were absolutely intense. She would then spend the longest time edging me; bringing me to the brink of orgasm and stopping again and again and finally when she knew I could take it no longer; when she knew I was at the end of my rope and ready to explode she would stroke my cock incredibly fast and just as I was going to shoot she would let go of it and laugh. My cock would jerk and twitch as the cum tried to shoot forth however without any help from Amber I would lay there humping the air in what she would call a ?ruined orgasm.? But they were the things I longed for. It was total surrender and total control that I gave and she took. It was a release from the pressures of my everyday life. There was no pressure to make decisions and have to worry about the consequences of those decisions. And in my business, the consequences of me making a right or a wrong decision can run into the millions. That?s how this was so liberating. I no longer had to worry about any of that. I happily gave total control over to Amber and she took it willingly and enjoyed it. I was her toy, her pet, her instrument to be used and played as she saw fit. Kneeling there as she bounced my balls up and down on her foot I was growing increasingly horny for I hadn?t had an orgasm in two full weeks. Amber and I have almost what you could call a telepathy were all we need to do is share a look with each other and the other person knows what we?re thinking. With an evil grin she reached down to her other ankle and took the key to my device from her anklet that read ?Hot Wife? engraved on it. ?Does my little man bride want to cum?? Amber asked me teasingly. ?Oh God yes!? I shouted. ?How long has it been?? ?Two weeks. Two weeks yesterday.? I rattled off like one of my minions at the law firm does when I bark out an order or request. Ah if only they could see me now! ?Oh my poor, poor baby has it really been that long?? ?Yes Amber and I?m dying to cum, please let me cum!!? ?She took the key and unlocked the lock and then gently slid the clear plastic tube off my cock. Then she gently removed the plastic ring from around my balls. My cock was finally free! The feeling of cool air circulated around my cock and balls and my cock twitched up and down with each beat of my heart. Amber instructed me to lay on my back on the day bed that I sometimes slept on in the living room if she felt like sleeping by herself. I lay there with my legs spread as she pulled on a pair of latex gloves and I knew what was coming. She pulled a small bottle out of the drawer next to the day bed and emptied a portion of her special concoction into the palm of her hand. She began rubbing it all over my cock and balls and the sensation alone almost made me shoot. The burning of the Absorbine JR mixed with the cooling of the Vitamin E provided an intense pain pleasure sensation the likes of which I have never felt. ?You know I told Jonathan today that I did these kinds of things to you and he laughed and couldn?t believe it. He wanted to know what kind of a man, especially a high powered lawyer would let his wife do the kinds of things I do to you? Well, I told him that you don?t ?let? me do anything that I do what I want and you crave it. Isn?t that right pumpkin?? Amber was stroking my cock faster now, massaging my balls with her other hand and as she did so while she relished in the fact that she told Jonathan all this, her tits bounced up and down inside the sheer camisole and drove me wilder and wilder as I went. And that my friends are the moments I have been talking about. Those moments when you?re right on the edge when it feels so good and yet you know that as soon as you shoot your load that feeling is going to be gone and so you want that feeling to go on and on. Those are the moments where men would surrender their lives to a woman. At least I would, and I had at that moment. I was hers and she was mine. And as dysfunctional as some people would view our relationship, we reveled in it! ?Oh yes, Amber I..I?I?I love it and I love you!!! Oh God I?m gong to cum!? Just as I got the last syllable out of my mouth Amber let go of my cock and cum gushed from it twitching and pulsing without the help of her hand. I was in pure ecstasy. My load shot all over my stomach, cock and chest as Amber stripped off her latex gloves, scooped up my cum and fed it to me in her deliciously wicked way! That night as Amber got ready to go on her date with Jonathan, I knelt by her side as she did her hair and makeup rubbing lotion on her beautifully tanned feet and legs. I was back in my cage feeling the stirrings of the strange mixture of emotions that all cuckolds feel when their wives are going out. It ranges from jealousy, to excitement, to anger, to eroticism, to love. But in the end, we all suck it up and accept the humiliation because in a very strange way we crave, expect and accept it. ?Baby do you think Jonathan will like my outfit?? She cooed, and as she stood she took my breath away. ?Oh yes, Amber, I think he?ll love it! You look gorgeous!? I made my way over to her on my knees and hugged her around the waist. ?I love you Amber and you?ve made all my dreams come true.? She patted me on the head and kissed the top of my head before breaking my embrace. She stood there legs spread modeling for me. Her outfit tonight consisted of a very low scooped neck spandex dress that was also very short. She wore black heels and no stockings or pantyhose. In my humble opinion there?s nothing more beautiful than a BBW in a short, tight dress with big breasts. Amber was a goddess! She twirled around once, her hair flowing in the breeze and then walked out of the bedroom, grabbed her keys, gave me a peck on the cheek and handed me a note. And with that she was gone. I unfolded the note. It read: Baby, I want you to go to Jonathan?s condo tonight and thoroughly clean it, change the sheets and make sure everything?s just so as we?re going to be gong back there after our date. You can bring Jonathan?s laundry back here and do it. Remember Jonathan installed his new video surveillance system so we can watch and make sure you did a good job and didn?t go sneaking around where you don?t belong. Oh and I want you to wear your outfit over to his apartment when you clean, it?s dark and no one should see you! Let?s hope not! LOL! I?ll be home later..be waiting for me? Love?Amber  I stood there for a moment, my heart beating in my chest so loudly I could hear it. My cock twitched in its cage as I grabbed the keys to the car and headed to Jonathan?s apartment. I hurried to get out of the car and run into the condo and hoped no one saw me. Once inside, I did a quick scan around the apartment noticing the cameras that had been installed since my last visit. I quickly began my cleaning routine, dusting, floors, garbage, changing the sheets, gathering up dirty laundry, vacuuming, scrubbing the toilets and showers. I know Amber loved the way Jonathan made her feel, but this guy was a slob! He would throw pizza boxes on the floor, clothes and dirty dishes were strewn all over the condo. The bathrooms were filthy with towels all over, dried pee on the toilet and on the floors where he had obviously got up in the middle of the night to take a piss and had missed and not bothered to wipe it up. Ever mindful of the cameras, I tried not to show my disgust as I cleaned and shined the condo, changed the sheets putting on the satin ones that I knew Amber loved, setting out the lubricant that was her favorite on the night table next to the bed, and putting two champagne glasses in the freezer to chill. I scooped up the huge laundry bag with Jonathan?s dirty laundry and hurriedly scampered from the condo stuffing the huge bag into my tiny Yugo; Amber had insisted I drive her old Yugo and she drive my Mercedes. I started the car and raced home wanting to get all of this laundry done and my other chores finished before Amber got home. I did the sheets first, they were covered in dried cum stains and as I stood at the washer I found myself sniffing them and touching them and wanting to taste them. I felt like a star struck high school girl as I stood there knowing that these cum covered sheets were used by Amber and her lover, my cock twitched in my cage. I spent the next three hours doing the laundry and cleaning our house. Amber insisted that I iron ALL of Jonathan?s clothes that included underwear and sox. That took me a few hours and by the time everything was done it was two o?clock in the morning. I stripped off my outfit and put that in the wash, while I went to take a shower. Amber also required me to only take cold showers as she said it would always remind me of my place in our relationship and it would always make sure my cock stayed soft. The ice cold water cascaded down over my body as I washed the grime of the day off myself. I could feel my cock shrinking even smaller than its normal size inside the cage. After the shower, I dried myself off, made myself a cup of tea and drifted off to sleep on the couch watching an old movie. As I drifted off to sleep I could feel my cock twitch as I thought of my beautiful wife out getting fucked by her lover and how far our life had come since we met. And in that moment I was perfectly and contentedly happy. 13215 1.49/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-30073263698195584682013-08-03T21:27:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.167-07:00Big Black BossSitting behind his desk at the Home Office of Denton Electronics, Artie Gibson was on the phone to one of his buddies, telling him "Damm, this has got to be the fucking life! Kingpin and all the white pussy I want! Yeah, that new secretary here, Trish - she's sure gets my balls churning! I wonder how receptive she'll be going on our first out of town trip!" Listening to his buddy express his disbelief to his good fortune, Artie added "She just got back from her honeymoon a couple weeks ago!" Then knocking could be heard at the door to his office. "Hey, that's her! Talk to you later!" he advised and hung up the phone. "Come in!" he yelled out loud enough for her to hear. Opening the door to Mr. Gibson's office, Trish Garland nervously entered, closing the glass partitioned door behind her approached her boss's desk. "You asked to see me, Mr. Gibson?" she asked. "Yes, have a seat, Mrs. Wieland!" came the reply. She then moved to sit in one of the two chairs facing his desk. Artie took in the sight of the beautiful young newlywed, dressed in a forest green dress and burnt orange scarf, his balls churning at the thought of getting between her sexy white legs. 'Damn, just married and recently back from her honeymoon! Got this out-of-town trip set up especially for you, Mrs. Garland! Bet you've heard the rumors of what's expected when you go out of town! What are you going to tell your loving husband, sweetie?' he mused. "Well, I've selected you to on the Chicago meeting next Thursday and Friday! We'll be staying overnight!" he advised the young beauty. Shocked and nervous, Trish Garland could not believe what she was hearing. Shivering with fear, voice nearly cracking with nervousness, Trish stammered "But, Mr. Gibson ????I just transferred here about a month ago! I ???..I've just gotten back from my honeymoon! Isn't there someone else who ??..who's more qualified?" Having recently heard rumors circulating about the office, Trish shuddered in fear as to what would be expected of her. Slowly getting up from behind his desk, Artie could feel the strain of his hardening cock pushing up against the front of his pants as he moved around to the front of the desk, knowing the lovely blonde would be eye level with his massive hardon. Sitting upon the front of his desk, he advised "Well, Mrs. Garland, you knew when you accepted the promotion to the Home Office staff required you to travel away from home when needed! If you can't make the trip, you'll have to let me know by tomorrow morning and I'll have you 'replaced'! All right?" Trying desperately to think, knowing full well that 'replaced' would not just for the trip but permanently, Trish swallowed deeply as she looked at and fingered her sparkling diamond ring. "Okay ?????.th ???.thank you, Mr. Gibson!" she replied. Trish nervously got up from the chair and made her way out of her boss's office. Sitting atop his desk, Artie he rubbed his crotch as he eyed the little tight ass of the lovely blonde beauty as she made her exit. 'Ohhh, you sweet little bitch! Gonna have ya screaming when I stick it to ya!' he muttered to himself. In bathroom of her home, Trish was deep in thought, wondering loudly 'How can I go on this trip with Mr. Gibson? I knew the job required the secretaries to be able to travel and thought that's why the job paid so much! But from what I've learned from the others, it's either put out for him or you're out of a job! With Tim losing his job due to cutbacks, what'll happen to us if I lose my job? How can I let another man touch me other than Tim? We've been married less than a month and he's a black man!' On the morning of the scheduled business trip, Trish dressed nicely in a beige outfit with blue print and black heels. Closing her suitcase, she said to herself 'Tim, I'm doing this for us! I can't put any more stress on you by losing my job too!' In her suit case, Trish had armed herself with several bottles of potent douche that she had purchased the other day, knowing her lecherous boss would give no consideration to using a protective condom to keep her from getting pregnant. In fact, rumor had it that the secretaryout on pregnancy leave had been knocked up by Mr. Gibson. Entering the hotel room, Trish entered first as her boss Artie Gibson immediately behind her. "Well, we've got about an hour before the meeting!" Artie advised as he took off his coat. Trish thought it would be a chance to escape into the bathroom, saying "I guess I had better change for the meeting!" She shivered in regret when her boss advised "Yeah, that's a good idea! Peel off your clothes and give me a nice little striptease, Mrs. Garland!" Shuddering in revulsion, Trish had hoped that she could put off the inevitable but now the time had obviously come. Fingering her diamond and wedding ring, she dreaded having to allow her demented boss ogling her bared her body for him. Worst yet, Trish knew he would not be satisfied by just looking, knowing that she would soon be allowing another man to touch her just a month after her marriage. Artie merely sat back on the sofa, seeing the lovely young wife going through the mental torment of deciding if she could actually go through with it. He knew that once she had committed herself to accompanying him on the trip, she would be all his but he wanted to make her squirm all the way. He smiled as he saw her hands go up to undo the top of her outfit, button after button to finally bare her soft sexy body. Artie couldn't believe how stacked she was for such a tiny little beauty, her boobies always hidden from view by the outfits she wore to work. In the matching lavender bra and panties, Artie's cock throbbed as he couldn't wait to sample this sweet innocent little morsel. "Take off that top for me, Mrs. Garland!" he ordered, anxiously wanting to see the lavender bra removed from her swaying titties. Watching intently as one shoulder strap was drawn down, followed by the other, Artie smirked and taunted the beauty upon seeing her pink nipples come into view "Hmmm, nice, Mrs. Garland! A newlywed, huh? And now you're about to take your panties off for another man! How long have you been with the firm, Mrs. Garland?" He saw the young wife blink back the tears as she responded "I've been with the firm for just over six months! I ????I just got back from my honeymoon two weeks ago!" He smirked as the young wife crossed her arms, trying to hide her bared breasts, enjoying the agony her was going through. Artie then added to her agony, asking "Does your husband know what's required of you on these trips?" His cock twitched as he saw her shiver in revulsion as she shook her head and softly replied "No!" She was such a sexy little beauty and Artie wished that her young newlywed husband were there to see her disrobe for anther man. "Take off your panties for me, Mrs. Garland!" Artie ordered. Sitting back he watched the young newlywed hesitate, appearing as if to be making that ultimate decision as to whether or not she could go through with it. Finally, he saw her arms come down, baring her milky white breasts and large pink nipples. Then, her fingers slowly were inserted into the waistband of her lavender panties, easing the lacy garment down over her trim hips. Trish stared down at her leering boss, seeing him sitting back on the sofa with his legs widely spread and his left hand rubbing that thick bulge in the crotch of his pants. How she wished that she dared to kick him with her heel as hard as she could, right where it'd hurt him most. But that was just wishful thinking and Trish knew she dared not do anything that would cost her dearly. "Come here, Mrs. Garland!" came the next order. The way in which her boss's legs were spread, she stepped forward between them and instinctively knelt on her knees before him. "Play with me, Mrs. Garland!" her boss ordered. Swallowing in fear, Trish let moved her hands forward onto the large lump in his pant leg. Touching the bulge, Trish realized just how much bigger her boss was in comparison to her husband. This man was so much more well-endowed in the manhood department, so much thicker and longer than what her husband possessed. Indeed, the power that Artie wielded through his job made him feel like the king of the world. Here was this young beautiful newlywed, recently back from her honeymoon, baring her charms and kneeling before him. "Mmmmm!" he moaned, enjoying the touch of her soft hand upon his pants. Eager to get the show on the road, he began unbuckling his belt as he ordered her "Take it out for me, Mrs. Garland!" Then, as her tiny hand fished out his lengthy black cock, Artie moaned "Ohhhh, yeahhhhh!" Artie smiled as the young beauty instinctively began to move her hand up and down his ever-growing cock. With her left hand upon his cock, it was so damned exciting in seeing the sparkling diamond and wedding ring that signified her belonging to some young punk. The look of disgust on her pretty face made this jerking that much sweeter! "Put it in your mouth, Mrs. Garland! Suck me!" Artie ordered. To his delight, Artie saw the young wife cringe in disgust and stammer "I ????I've never done that before!" "Its time for you to learn something new, Mrs. Garland!" he chuckled. She was so beautiful, his cock throbbing madly in her fist that he was tempted to let it cut loose right then, creaming in her lovely face. Trish shuddered in disgust, wondering how any man could want her to perform such a depraved act. Her stomach churned and she thought 'It'd serve him right if I threw up on him right now!' The cock in her hand felt so hot, throbbing madly, feeling so much more powerful that her husband's. Resigning herself to her fate, Trish bent her head forward, sticking her tongue out to let it touch the thick cockhead. "Put it in your mouth!" Artie ordered again. The disgusted look on her beautiful face as the young wife lowered her head to take his cock into his month had Artie ready to explode "Ohhhhhhh! Yeah! Suck it!" Then, with his cock embedded in her sucking mouth, Artie taunted her "Oh, ya got a cock in yer mouth, Mrs. Garland! Yeah, suck it! Oh, baby, so good!" Seeing the young wife shudder as she sucked upon his cock, Artie knew that she was about to lose it and watched as she withdrew her mouth from his cock. He saw her panting for breath with that disgusted look on her pretty face, a drool of his thick precum and her saliva spilling over her pink lips. As she caught her breath for a moment, then turning away her head away, Artie reached forward and grasped her at the back of her hand and pulled her back to continuing her task. "Hmmmm, yeah! Oh, suck it, baby! Shitttttt!" he groaned as he fucked his cock into her mouth. "Ohhhhh, yeahhhhh! Ahhhhhhh! Suck it, sweetie!" Artie crooned as the young wife went down on him. Then she pulled away from him once again, more of the mixture of his slick juices and her saliva spilling over her lips. This time he pulled her quickly back upon his cock, not giving her any time to recuperate, needing desperately to give the young beauty her first load of cum in her mouth. Holding her head firmly, Artie was not about to let her take her mouth off again, afraid that he might just end up spewing his hot load into the empty air. "Ohhhh, baby, yeah! Suck it! Suck it, baby! Ahhhhhh, gonna cum! Gonna cum in your sweet mouth!" he groaned. As the sucking continued, Artie leaned back from the exquisite feel of her virgin mouth upon his cock. When her head was finally released a bit, Trish lifted her head up to protest "But, Mr. Gibson ?????..!" Her protest was cut short as her boss immediately grasped her by the back of her head and again forced her to continue the degrading act. "Mmmmmffff, mmmfffffff ?????!" was all that could be heard of her protest. Trish could only shudder as she heard her boss's voice from above "Ohhh, yeah! Suck it! Slobber all over my cock!" 'Oh, my God! He's actually going to cum in my mouth!' Trish realized. With her boss's hand behind her head, she told herself that she was being forced to perform this depraved deed. However, in her mind she was amazed at what a woman's mouth and lips had upon a man. She wondered if she would get the same response from her loving husband and wondered just how long his staying powers would be if she sucked him like this. She wondered what it'd feel like to have her mouth flooded with a man's cum, wondering what it'd taste like. So engrossed with the task being forced upon her, wondering what it feel like to have an man's cock explode in her mouth, Trish did not realize that her boss had again removed his hand from behind her head. So deep in thought, she was actually performing this vile deed on her own at this point. Then she felt the thick cockhead expand even further in her mouth, hearing her boss groan loudly "Awww, gonna cum! Gonna cum! Awwww! Ahhhhhhhhh!" When the thick cock in her mouth did in fact explode, the hot gush of slimy spunk brought her back to reality. But her attempt to lift her head off the thick cock had been anticipated and her boss held her, preventing her escape. "Swallow it, Mrs. Garland!" she heard her boss order. Afraid to disobey, Trish swallowed a mouthful and her body shuddered in revulsion as the thick cum began slithering down into her belly. Unable to swallow any more of the gooey fluid, afraid she would throw up, Trish put her palm under her mouth so she could spit out the distasteful fluid. Body shuddering, face cringing in disgust, it seemed as if the spurting in her mouth would never end. Spurt after spurt of the thick fluid filled her mouth to the brim. Lifting her lips off the thick cockhead, mouth full of cum, Trish an odd feeling come over her. The feeling of immense power over a man with just her lips as she sucked the oozing cock back into her mouth. Still, she could not swallow any more of the horribly sticky cum, letting it drool onto her palm before mouthing her boss once again. It was unbelievable that her mere lips and tongue could have this large man moaning and groaning, hearing him "Aahhh ????..ohhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhh!" Then her head was lifted up and her boss kissed her cum covered lips, telling her "We'll finish this after the meeting! Better get dressed now as we ain't got much time!" Over the next few hours, as she sat in the meeting, Trish barely made out what was going on much less taking any notes as she was supposed to. Her stomach felt queasy from the mouthful of cum that had slithered down into her belly. Bothering her even more was the horrible taste that remained in her mouth, the awful taste of cum as Mr. Gibson had not allowed her to even wash her mouth out before attending the meeting. Running her tongue about, Trish shuddered at the feel of the vile slimy film that still coated her mouth. Following the meeting, an open-bar was held in the cocktail lounge for the group, making Trish thankful that it served to delay the inevitable. Upon their return to the hotel room, Trish nervously entered as her boss followed drinking the beer he had brought up from the lounge. Dressed in a long black skirt, white top with spaghetti straps and a light white jacket, Trish dreaded what she knew was the inevitable. She had already performed the grotesque act of sucking Mr. Gibson cock till it exploded in her mouth, yet now she would be allowing another man to possess her body that she had so recently pledged to her loving husband. "Sit down, Mrs. Garland!" Artie told the nervous young beauty, patting the bed next to him. He loved the way her ivory white complexion blushed to its pink state, enjoying the taunting torment that he was inflicting upon her. Sipping on his beer, he reached over to caress her back, then with his free hand began pulling the jacket off her shoulders. "Now, let's get back to where we left off!" he advised. Trish could see the effects on the numerous beers her boss had consumed after the meeting. She shuddered as his large black hand began groping at her, grabbing and squeezing at her breasts as if he was looking to buy a ripe melon in the supermarket. Then Mr. Gibson got the spaghetti straps of her white top down, pushing the garment down to reveal her black bra. Touching her skirt, he ordered her "Take your skirt off ??..slowly!" First, pushing her top down over her hips, she then began to unfasten the clasp holding her black skit. A moment later, she stood before her boss clad only in her black bra, panties and heels. Trish shivered at the thought that she was about to breach the marriage vows that she had so recently given to her loving husband but told herself that she was doing it for his sake. "Take off your bra, sweetie!" she heard her boss order. Complying, she bared her breasts once again. Embarrassed, crossing her arms to hide her breasts, Trish turned away and shuddered as Mr. Gibson then ran his hand over her panty covered crotch. Artie stood up from the bed, needing to ease the tightness in his pants. Unbuckling his pants, then unzipping, Artie freed his throbbing cock. "You like working for the company, don't you, Mrs. Garland?" he tauntingly asked, enjoying her embarrassed look as his cock waved before her face. "Not ????not this kind of business trip!" came Trish's stammering response as she stared at the wavering cock. With her boss putting his hand behind her head and pulling her forward, she knew without being told that he was seeking more pleasure from her once unsoiled lips. Opening her lips wide, she allowed the thick cock into her mouth and tongued the flaring head of it. Instinctively, her tongue pushed itself up against his flaring cockhead and teased his pisshole. "Ohhh, baby! Ohhhhhhh!" Artie moaned from the young wife's sucking. He loved her humiliated look, knowing that he was degrading the innocent beauty by having her again performing such a task, one that she had never done for her husband. "Ahhhhh, yeahhhh! Suck it, Mrs. Garland! Practice yer cocksucking for your husband!" The young wife's lips felt so good that Artie was tempted once again shoot his load into her mouth and beautiful face. Sucking in his breath, determined to hold his load, Artie managed to save himself from some freshly married pussy. Getting her succulent mouth off his throbbing cock, Artie had her lie back onto the bed as he got into position to 'ruin' her. Rubbing his fingers up her juicy slit, he then shuffled up into position, then rubbed his cock up against her tight slit. Pushing his cockhead into her tight pussylips, he heard her groan with pain, which only served to have him push even harder. Artie couldn't believe just how tight she was, feeling more like a virgin than a married woman. Feeling the gripping cunt muscles around him, he groaned "Ohhhhh, baby! You're so fucking tight! When was the last time your husband fucked you, baby?" Trish was now regretting her decision to give into the demands of her devious boss. His cock was so much bigger than her husband's and it felt as if it was tearing her in two. "Oh, please ?????stop! Oh, please ?????..it's been two weeks since my husband and I made love! My ?????my husband's been to stressed from losing his job!" Gritting her teeth from the pain, Trish couldn't go through with it, she couldn't let another man possess her. "Please ?????..stop! Stoppppppppppp!" she moaned loudly as her boss skewered her with his thick prong. "Ohhhhh ??????.ohhhhhhhhh!" Trish moaned as the big black bone was pushed deeper and deeper into her, stretching her as never before. She wondered how she would be able to explain why it would no longer difficult for her husband to penetrate her after being stretched in such a manner. "Oh, stop ?????..please, stop ???.its too ?????.too biggggggggg!" she groaned. But now there was no stopping her evil boss as he lunged into her, burying himself deeply into her. The pain eased as he withdrew his lengthy cock but it was only a temporarily relief as the thick cock was soon plunging back into her. Promising herself that she would show no emotion, Trish gritted her teeth as she desperately tried to steel herself from any feelings. As much as she tried, the thick cock slicing through her sensitive pussylips had her shivering, not in pain but in pleasure. Never had her husband lasted this long, the cock slicing between her thighs was driving her out of her mind. Bent in two with her ankles on her boss's shoulders, Trish unconsciously began squeezing her agitated pussy around the pleasure giving cock. As her boss moved up further, releasing her legs, Trish's body betrayed her willpower as she wrapped her legs around his waist. 'Oh, Goddddd ?????ohhhh ????so good ?????so gooddddddd!' she shivered, not believing how incredible it felt to be fucked by such a big cock. Wrapping her arms and legs around his large body, she arched up to get the full length of his cock into her. "Oh, yes ??????it feels so good!" she moaned loudly. "Oh, yes ??????so good! So good ???????it feels so good!" Trish panted as her boss fed every inch of his thick cock into her aching pussy. 'Ohhh, this is what its like to really be fucked!' she realized. "So good ???????it feels so good! Ohhh ?????..so good!" she shivered, humping back onto the thick prong. "Oh, baby ?????so tight! So fuck'n tight!" Artie moaned as he stuck it to the innocent young wife! He wished the young groom could see his newlywed bride right now, just weeks after celebrating their honeymoon. He loved the way she clutched at him, arching up to meet his thrusts, knowing she never forget this fuck. "Ohhhhhh ??????..ohhhhhhhhhhhhh ????????.so gooddddddddd!" Trish shuddered as the orgasm of orgasms shook her young body. Never had lovemaking with her husband been as fantastic as this fuck session with her boss. Then the pleasure-giving shaft expanded deep in her womb and exploded its hot burning load, causing her body to convulse in yet another orgasm. Then reality hit her, remorse setting in as her taunting boss gloated "Married only weeks and you're already taking another man's cum, Mrs. Garland!" With the young wife turning to her side away from him, Artie smirked as he knew that she was now plagued with remorse at what had just taken place. Placing his hand upon her creamy white ass, he felt her body shudder in revulsion, which only served to give him even more pleasure. Caressing her smooth ass, Artie wanted to humiliate the young wife even more as he splayed her thighs apart, taunting "Let's see some of that hot spunk I shot in ya!" He laughed as she embarrassingly tried to close her legs, but her clenching muscles caused a flow of cum to ooze out of her well-fucked slit. Thinking that she now had been totally debased and soiled, Trish did not understand why Mr. Gibson was pushing her body, positioning her onto all fours. Then she felt his fingers prying her asscheeks apart. 'No ????.no ????.he ????.he can't be that depraved!' she told herself. "Please ?????..please ????.what ???..what are you doing?" she asked pleadingly. Trish flinched in pain from the physical answer that she got as Mr. Gibson roughly shoved a finger brutally into the entrance to her ass. "Oh, baby ????you got a tight little ass! Soft and tight little ass! Oh ???beautiful!" Artie muttered as he shuffled up into position behind the young beauty. "Please ???.please don't! I ????I've never had it there before!" he heard the panicky voice of the young wife. Cock throbbing in anticipation, getting ready to sodomize her, he readied himself and told her "You've got to learn sometime, baby!" Shivering with fear, Trish sobbed and pleaded "Please ????..please, Mr. Gibson! Please ???????please don't ?????..please!" Steeling her body, trying to prevent the dreadful penetration, she shuddered as the thick cockhead was forced into her virgin ass. "Owwww ?????.ohhhhhhh, stop! Owwww ?????stop please! Ahhhh ???..ahhhhhh ????.ahhhhh ???..ow ?..ahhhhhhhh!" It was a thrilling fuck for Artie, nailing this beautiful young bitch, first teaching her how to suck cock and now claiming her virgin ass. He knew that he was hurting her, especially the way she was sobbing and moaning, along with the way her taunt body fought to resist his penetration. Withdrawing a little, he then began to ram his destructive cock further into the resisting beauty. Arite felt her body tense in response as she clenched her thigh muscles together, then heard a loud blurping sound from between their bodies. Withdrawing a bit to look down between their bodies, he smirked as he observed the large blob of cum that had suddenly overflowed from her flooded pussy as a result of her muscles tightening up. 'Fantastic ??????fuck'n fantastic!' he muttered to himself as he continued to ravage her cherry white ass. Her pleas for to stop, coupled by her whimpering in pain, had Artie beside himself as he fucked faster and faster into her ravaged rectum. "Oh, baby ???????..you're going to be employee of the month for this!" he gloated. "No ????no ????I don't want it!" came the plea as she begged him to stop. "Oh, baby ????..gonna cum ?????..gonna cum in your sweet white ass! Ohhhhhhhhhhh ???????this is your belated wedding gift, Mrs. Garland!" Artie moaned as he slammed into her tight ass and flooded her with a hot balm. Lying on her side, totally ashamed of herself, Trish thought of her loving husband and wondered if all of this sacrifice had been worth keeping her job. She wondered if her horrid boss would ever be satisfied as she now felt his fingers delving into her ravaged cuntlips. Artie was not done as yet, wanting to debase the young newlywed even further. Sticking his left index finger into her pussy, he scooped out a thick glob of cum and smiled in knowing so much more remained up in her fertile womb. With the young wife laying on her side away from him, sniffling in shame, Artie then leaned over and added insult to injury in telling her "Mrs. Garland, when you go home, be sure to give your husband a nice juicy kiss!" Then he rubbed the blob of cum onto her pink lips. End of Story. 29565 2.27/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-69466079011322983572013-08-03T18:28:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:19.323-07:00The TrainThe Train by Capt. Feg The story I am about to retell actually happened. It was in the late 50's - before the advent of the Pill or Tights. I had married about two years previously. My wife, Cathy, was in her late twenties. I was in my late 30s. We had been to a large, loud party in London. We had both consumed large amounts of alcohol. Leaving late at night (for those days) we wound our way to the local railway station to catch the last train home. Supporting Cathy, I managed to stagger to the station. We poured ourselves onto the train, hoping it was the right one, and giggling at the thought of ending up in Edinburgh. Cathy wore beneath her coat, her favourite party dress - a long, full red dress with large red buttons up the front and a tight belt at the waist. Underneath she wore a bra, stockings and suspenders, and panties. She had dressed to please me. The effect of alcohol on Cathy is to send her to sleep. At this time railway trains had coaches with 6 seater compartments. The train was largely deserted. We slumped into the first empty compartment. I switched the compartment light to dim. I didn't pull down the compartment blinds. Even in those days I was something of a voyeur, and found the possibility of being watched exciting. We settled down. I kissed Cathy, and as she warmed to my tongue in her mouth and ear, I unbuttoned her coat and top buttons on her dress. My hand slipped into her bra without protest from her. I gently squeezed her breast, enjoying the warm weight of it my hand and the hardened flesh of her nipple pushing into my palm. Feeling pretty aroused myself I unbuttoned her dress from the bottom. One handed, and drunk, this took some time. As I struggled with the buttons I was half-aware of movement to and fro in the corridor from time to time, but concentrating on the difficult buttons I took little notice. I finally had the buttons and belt undone. But now Cathy had fallen asleep, with her head on my shoulder. Cathy sleeps soundly, so I saw no reason not to enjoy myself with her goodies. I lifted her dress open and looked at her body. Her legs were slightly open, but not enough for me to get to her pussy. I moved position to move her leg a little. As I knew she wouldn't, Cathy didn't stir during this manhandling. I had just managed to get her leg where I wanted it when the door suddenly and loudly slid open. As my hand was over her body I instantly pulled her coat to cover her. A large shadow of a man sat in the empty seat next to Cathy. I sat back, cursing my luck and nursing a painful erection. I put my head back on the headrest and closed my eyes. Holding Cathy's hand, buried between us, I settled down. After a period of time I guess I dozed a little, lulled by tiredness, alcohol, and the gentle sideways movement of my body, and Cathy's body against me as the train click-clacked along the tracks. I was pulled back to awareness when I felt Cathy's body move out of sequence with the train's. Without shifting position I opened my eyes a slit and looked down at Cathy. Her coat was open. Her body on view. A large black hand was caressing her breast in a circular motion. I watched fascinated as the hand massaged first one breast then the other. There were few black men in the country at that time. I was mesmerised by the contrast between Cathy's white skin and the ebony hand touching her. Having his fill of her breasts the hand moved down, caressingly over her skin to the top of her panties. First one, then another, and another - all his fingers gently slipped under the elastic of her panties. I concentrated hard on not ejaculating as the bulge of his hand moved down under her panties. It explored from side to side over the area where I knew her pubic hair to be. After a brief pause it moved purposefully down between her still open legs. Cathy's fingers in my hand suddenly dug hard into my hand. There was no other movement from her, but I knew - she was awake. I wasn't sure whether she wanted me to wake up and protect her, or to just watch the stranger's hand exploring her. Looking back, I guess she wanted me to stop it. At the time, in my excitement I needed little persuasion that she wanted to share her experience with me (Even though we had never talked of such matters, and she had no inkling that I might be excited by her violation). I did not respond to her hand and continued to feign sleep. From the movement of the hand under her panties I knew that the fingers had found her pussy, and that one or two were probing deep into her. As if in her sleep Cathy moved her head on my shoulder. Her lips were close to my ear. Almost inaudibly she whispered my name. Getting no response she repeated it several times. I still made no response. By now the bulge in the crutch of her panties was moving up and down, as it sawed into her pussy. Cathy's breathing in my ear was now hot and ragged. Quietly I heard her whisper "No, please no . . . don't" By now my erection was painfully caught in my pubic hair and underpants. I had managed to control the pain but knew that I must move soon. My mind raced at possible ways to relieve myself. But I was afraid that if I moved it would frighten off the stranger's hands. I felt an overwhelming desire to see her being violated by this stranger. I finally decided that I would just stand up and walk out of the compartment, and leave her alone with him. Without further thought I did this. I jumped to my feet and rushed to the door, hand to mouth as if to be sick. Without a sideways glance I slid open the door, strode through, and shut it quickly behind me. I strode of quickly up the corridor, out of sight. Sorting out my tied-up erection I silently crept back down the corridor and carefully peeked into my compartment. Cathy had not moved at all. Neither had the stranger. His hand still stroked Cathy's pussy. However, his head was turned towards the corridor looking out for my return. As the seconds ticked past he must have realised that I might be gone sometime. He seemed to make a decision. Carefully extricating his hand from Cathy's cunt, he stood up and turned away from me. His back to me he seemed to rapidly unbuttoned his flies. I couldn't see his cock. He knelt down between Cathy's legs. He pulled her gently to the edge of the seat. All I could make out was the manoeuvring of his hips as he lined up his cock and exposed Cathy's pussy. He sank down onto her, as his penis slipped into her. Obviously he had worked out by now that Cathy was drunk and unlikely to be disturbed. He started to fuck her with short hard strokes. Out in the corridor my mind raced. I wondered if Cathy really was awake, and if she was, why she didn't do something to stop him. I wondered why I was standing here watching someone else fuck my wife. The thought suddenly crashed into my mind that Cathy wasn't wearing her cap. A rapid mental calculation told me that she was mid-month. Torn in two by the desire to see her being inseminated, but agonisingly anxious about the consequences, I decided to return to the compartment. As that thought was crystallising in my mind the stranger stopped moving. I looked on in horror as his buttocks clenched and unclenched several time, as he pushed his cock as far into her as it would go, discharging his spunk deep into her belly. The fuck had taken about 15 seconds. He stood up and put his penis in his pants and buttoned his flies. Without another glance at Cathy, and leaving her body exposed and her legs wide open he reached for the door. I desperately dived into the open doorway of the next compartment to hide. I heard his footsteps move off down the corridor in the opposite direction. I pulled out my cock and, alone in the dark compartment, my mind racing with the recent visions and activities, I gently masturbated. After only a few strokes I exploded, thick white globules of semen falling to the floor. My mind drawn to the stranger's sperm deep inside my wife at this moment, searching for her egg . . . . Cathy! Straightening my clothes I rushed back to our compartment. Cathy was in much the same position that she had been in before the stranger had entered our compartment. Between his departure, as I sat and wanked next door she had sat up a little, pulled her coat over her, and sat as if still asleep. I sat down beside her. She snuggled up to me as if still asleep. I smelt the mixture of their sex. In silence we eventually got home. Cathy pretended to be semi-comatose, needing to be half carried. Closing the front door at home I laid her face down on the stairs took my coat off and removed hers. As I leant over her I could smell the sex again. Her body looked small and vulnerable laying passively, letting me move it at will. Drawn by lust I lifted her skirt, pulled her panties to one side and stood back to undo my flies. In the hall light I could see the sticky mess around her cunt and inner thighs, and where it had dribbled down to form two dark wet patches on her stocking tops. My cock slid easily into her. She laid just as passively for me as she had for him. Within half a dozen strokes I was coming. Cathy had her next period on time. I was disappointed in a way. We never mentioned the journey or it's events to each other. We never had the opportunity to repeat the activities again, even though I would dearly have loved to. I just felt too shy to raise the subject. What would I have said if she had asked me why I had deliberately left her alone with a stranger who was obviously going to help himself to her? How would she answer me, if I had asked her why she didn't try to stop him? 5661 2.21/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555747473802913751.post-60010844812257834092013-08-03T12:01:00.000-07:002013-08-07T05:40:18.979-07:00Kayla and Their Friend Ch. 02Author's note -- I apologise for the delay in submitting Part Two of the Jake and Kayla story but I firstly had a prolonged illness and have also been heavily involved recently in a new business venture. For those who haven't read Part One, could I suggest that they may care to do so before reading Part Two. If they do, they will also see a reaction from the 'Jake' in the story -- who is a real person but who has another name, as does his wife. Not only is he real but the part about sending me photos of his gorgeous wife are also true. She's a beautiful young girl; and in the best way possible, I deeply envy him the sharing of his life with her (and her glorious body). Whether or not the rest of this tale will come true or not, is up to the Gods; but one lives in hope ..... ________________________ When Peter knocked on the door, Kayla went to answer it and seeing Peter standing there with food bags in both hands, she stood up on tip-toe and holding him lightly with her hands on his waist, kissed their tall guest on both cheeks - almost, but not quite kissing air. They stayed loosely embraced for nearly half a minute before Kayla pulled back from the contact and with a slightly nervous smile, rested her hands on Peter's waist and leant away, looking up into his face. 'Lovely to see you again Peter; we're really glad you could come .... aren't we Jake'. Jake nodded. His mind was racing at having just witnessed their new friend kissing his wife with an initial chaste touch of welcome, only to then see them remain embraced for longer than would be normal. Since their conversation in bed the other night, he found he was beginning to notice such things. "Yeah, it certainly is," responded a smiling Jake, who thrust out an open hand in his own welcome. "How you been Peter?" He noticed Peter's glance momentarily stray back to Kayla before he turned away and smiled at Jake, enthusiastically shaking the proffered hand. One of the bags Peter was holding was a wide insulated food container, which he lifted up to rest on the hall chair beside the smaller one. "I'm good thanks Jake. Look, I've got all this food here and some of it really should go in the oven to finish cooking before it cools off too much ..... although, having said that, I don't think that's too likely in this heat." He grinned at Jake and they both followed Kayla into the kitchen. Jake noticed Peter looking at Kayla's hardly contained ass in the checked mini skirt and following his gaze, noticed that Kayla was walking with a more than usually exaggerated swaying motion as she preceded them through the door. "I'll just need a few minutes to do the final preparation and then I'll be through until we want to eat." She said. Peter grunted slightly with the effort of lifting the bag up onto the kitchen unit; and then began to unload its contents. "Oh yes .... I thought this little number might be a welcome touch". He lifted a bottle of Moet & Chandon champagne from the depths, its wired top catching in the handle of the bag and nearly pulling it off the work-top as he lifted it free. "Oops, nearly lost it," he said, pushing the bag further onto the surface - I think we may find this is just the thing for a hot evening and it's certainly just the job to get the taste buds going before eating! Got some glasses? It's really well chilled and I reckon we'd better deal with it as soon as possible. Just in case this one isn't enough, I've got another one here too." Jake headed off to the lounge and with a slightly conspiratorial grin at Kayla, Peter followed. As he did so, he looked back over his shoulder at Kayla and asked, "Any chance you could put the oven on and shove that food in when it's reached the right temperature? I'll just get this bottle opened and give Jake a hand." He caught up with Jake as he was reaching into a low cupboard for glasses. "My godfathers," he said quietly to his host, "I know she looked bloody good in those photos you sent me; particularly the nude ones. But I never realised until the other day just how sexy she really is - almost more so funnily enough, when she's fully clothed. And now, seeing her clothed again .... If you can call it 'clothed' in that minute skirt and almost see through top .... well, she's just an absolute bloody stunner!" Jake looked nervously at the kitchen door, worried that Kayla may have heard; but at the same time, he realised his stomach had given a sudden lurch of excitement at Peter's words. "Hey man, keep your voice down a bit; don't forget she doesn't know a thing about any of that yet. I haven't even dared suggest sharing any of those pictures - and I'm just talking about the ones where she's still got a few clothes on! There's no way I want her to know I've actually shown you all of them .... like the nude ones as well, with all her bits fully on show! He felt a shiver of excitement go through him at the thought of Peter having seen all the pictures of his young wife completely naked and he tried to concentrate on what he was doing but with little success. Feeling for the right glasses in the low cupboard, he realised his hands were shaking and a couple of glasses almost shattered when he accidentally knocked one against the door as he pulled them from the inner shelf. Placing them carefully on the top, he looked through to the kitchen and saw Kayla going about her preparation routine prior to putting the food into the oven for finishing off. He estimated she'd still be a good ten minutes before she'd finished the food ready for cooking. He turned and speaking quietly, he voiced an earlier worry by asking Peter in a shaky voice whether he'd made any hard copies of Kayla's pictures he had stored on his computer. Peter assured him that he hadn't and stressed that it was because he didn't want to risk any going missing and perhaps falling into the hands of someone else. "What about Greg?" Jake asked. Jake had got carried away with excitement one evening when e-mailing with Peter. Peter had told him he still quite often met up with the guy who'd shared his wife with him and had asked whether Jake would object if he showed Kayla's pictures to him. He said he reckoned Greg would be over the moon to see such intimate pictures and would really enjoy the chance to view Kayla's naked form. He'd reassured Jake by telling him that Greg was completely trustworthy and in any event, he would only show him the pictures on his lap-top and wouldn't let him have any copies. In his excitement, Jake had readily agreed and a week or so later, he'd received a follow-up e-mail in which Peter had related what ensued. Peter and Greg had been having lunch together. They'd been generally discussing the attributes of various women they'd both known and Peter had led the conversation around to incorporate details of his new found 'net friendship with a young Californian called Jake. He explained that this had developed after Jake contacted him about a story which Peter had submitted to the Literotica internet site. He explained how the submitted story was one he'd written describing in great detail how he'd 'accidentally' left some nude pictures of his wife lying about in his office darkroom and how Greg had 'found them'. It then went on to graphically describe how, after considerable discussion of the finer points of her body, Peter had eventually shared his wife with his friend; and an intimate relationship had developed between Peter, his wife and Greg - which had then continued for some years after. Merely telling his friend this much over lunch had reminded Peter of just how erotic the arrangement had been and they'd both become quite excited talking about their joint and separate experiences with Mandy after she'd eventually succumbed and become a very willing participant in their continuing ménage à trois. Finally overcoming his increasing randiness at the recall, Peter had gradually steered the conversation back to Jake and explained to Greg just how sexy his new internet friend's wife really was. He firstly told him that Jake had e-mailed various photographs of Kayla and hinted that some of them had left very little to the imagination. Knowing Peter's fascination with taking photos of his own naked wife (a copy of one of which Greg then demonstrated that he still carried in his wallet!), he'd asked Peter just how explicit had the pictures been? Peter had duly described the images of Kayla's clothed and part clothed appearances, before eventually confessing 'under pressure' that he'd also received some incredibly sexy pictures of Kayla completely naked and displaying every part of her nude body in exciting close-up detail. In his e-mail to Jake, Peter had then graphically described Greg's reactions to this information and of his begging Peter to let him see at least some of them. Greg had emphasised that it wasn't as if Peter couldn't trust him after all these years - he had, after all, been completely familiar with every detail of Peter's own naked young wife - as well as having experienced many times the thrill of coupling with her in Peter's presence and, on occasions, at the same time! Knowing he had Jake's blessing to show them to Greg, Peter had eventually pretended to capitulate and went out to collect his lap-top from the car outside the restaurant. In his e-mail he'd gone on to explain to Jake that after taking his time in drawing out Kayla's gradual exposure through a selected sequence of photos, and having watched Greg enthusiastically gaze at their graphic detail in rising excitement, Greg had eventually had to make some excuse to go off to the mens' room and look after himself. Peter said that Greg seemed to be having difficulty standing up straight when he rose from the table and the description of this complete stranger's obvious physical reaction to his wife's naked pictures had excited Jake beyond belief. Now, reaching over to take his glass of champagne from Peter, recall of this episode led to a sudden relaxation in Jake's mind and he felt a growing urge to be totally intimate with Peter in their conversation about Kayla. But there was one doubt still in his mind. "Did your friend Greg really like seeing her as much as you said Peter, or were you just trying to wind me up and get me horny?" "Oh my godfathers no - there was no wind up at all. I know Greg inside out .... don't forget we shared my wife for quite a few years. I reckon you get to know how a guy ticks sexually after that and there was no way Greg wasn't completely turned on by looking at Kayla without her clothes! "There's no doubt in my mind that he got horny as hell seeing Kayla nude - just as I always have. Difference is, he's unlikely to ever meet her, so he won't realise just how fucking hot she really is. Not like lucky old me, who's seen every intimate inch of her and has now met her in person! "I meant what I said just now Jake. She's really incredible to look at; one of the hottest ladies I've ever seen". Jake's stomach gave another lurch and he became aware of a hardness beginning to develop in his jeans at the thought of Peter's obvious pleasure when meeting his wife and seeing her through the eyes of one who knew exactly what her body looked like beneath the skimpy garments she was wearing. The fact that Kayla had no idea Peter was wholly familiar with her every intimate detail just added to the overall eroticism of the situation in Jake's mind. But did he want it to end where it had got to now ....just letting Peter see pictures of his lovely young wife naked without her knowledge? Or did he harbour a deeper lust? Either way, he wanted to explore the situation a great deal more with Peter. It was so bloody erotic discussing his naked wife's body in such detail with someone who was also turned on by her intimate images. "Gee, thanks Peter, I'm really glad you find her hot!" It seemed a highly inadequate refection to the way he was feeling, so he made an effort to expand and develop the intimacy. "So, do you still wish you could see her in the flesh? I, er ..... well, I was wondering whether I shouldn't try to engineer some way you could have a better sighting of her. That'd be really sexy - particularly if I could witness you seeing her without Kayla knowing". "Are you serious, or are you just winding me up now? I'd bloody love it - you know I would - almost more than anything. You really must know that Jake .... but what you got in mind? How do you reckon we could manage it .... I .... er .... take it you're thinking of something 'accidental'?" Before Jake could respond, he became aware of Kayla's voice growing louder as she came around the corner from the kitchen and they had to stop their conversation until another time. "Well guys, the food's in the oven; the plates are warming; the table's laid .... so how about that glass of champagne now?" She sat down on a sofa but demurely made sure her mini-skirt was pulled as low as possible down her thighs to preserve her modesty. Nonetheless, Peter was gratified to see a triangle of darkness deep between her legs and wondered what it was that he was seeing. Although he realised it was probably just a lack of light, his mind converted it into the crotch of a pair of black panties; or maybe ... could it be her pubes? Kayla noticed the direction his eyes had taken and Jake thought he detected a slight smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. He wondered whether Kayla wasn't trying to flash their guest and he became randy at the thought! "So, Peter, how're you finding California?" "Better thanks, now I'm getting to know you two guys better. You know, it's quite a feeling when you're well away from home and in a strange country where you hardly know a soul; especially since my wife and I split up some time ago." Yeah, Jake told me about that. Was it an unpleasant experience, or did you guys part as friends?" "No, we parted very amicably actually." Peter responded, settling down at the other end of Kayla's sofa and sitting back into the cushions. "Sadly, she had a drinking illness and although everything else was OK, the booze caused just too many problems. After it got really bad over four or five years, I found I couldn't take it any more. First I tried to ignore the ramblings but coming back from a day's stress at the office, I needed a real person to talk to, to eat with and to share my bed with - not a virtual stranger. 'It was such a tragedy really. There we were, married for nine years - got over all the silly little everyday differences that most people go through. Then we'd dealt with the usual bedroom dislikes and needs; and eventually settled into a life where I reckoned we'd probably grow old together. That's when the booze really hit. It'd apparently been a problem in her previous marriage; but I'd not identified it myself until it became too much of a problem for her to handle without help -- and she wasn't about to look for that." Kayla looked at him with interest. Setting aside Peter's wife's serious booze problem, she and Jake had encountered various minor problems themselves as they settled into their five year marriage. It was interesting to hear how other people also had difficulties and, by virtue of shared knowledge that they were not alone in their worries, it was strangely re-assuring. All too easy, she thought, to imagine that she and Jake were the only ones who had problems and differences, however small and routine they may have been. "Anyway, enough of all that," said Peter, raising his glass in toast and beaming at his hosts. "We're all here to enjoy an evening together and I'd like to say, 'Bless all in this house and may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're dead'!" The old Irish toast raised a laugh and they all tipped their glasses back before sitting down to eat. The meal went well, with discussion of the usual mix of comparisons in life-style which come up whenever people from differing cultures meet. Eventually, and perhaps inevitably, the conversation became influenced by bonhomie and wine; and turned to the risqué subject of relationships and finally, mutual compliments. "I hope you don't mind my saying this Kayla," enthused Peter at one stage out of the blue, "But I reckon Jake's one of the luckiest guys on earth. I always reckoned my wife was one helluva beautiful woman; and indeed she was. But you really do take the prize of all time." He turned to Jake, "I hope you realise what a stunner you've got here Jake. If I weren't so bloody old and despite the fact you're married to her, I can tell you that you might have had a run for your money in keeping me away from her! "I mean .... Just look at that beautiful face and the way she looks at you. If that isn't just the sexiest thing, then I don't know what is. And as for her figure......." Kayla interjected with a smile on her by now blushing face, "Aw come on Peter, I'm not actually that good; but thanks for making me feel it. You can come back here any time and just keep on pouring out those compliments - as many times as you like! Good health!" She raised her glass and now blushing even more, tipped it towards their guest and then drank deeply. She set the glass down and reached out for their plates and cutlery. "I'll just clear this lot and put the coffee on. It'll only take ten minutes or so. Jake, could you take Peter over to the settee and settle our guest down 'til it's ready? Perhaps have a brandy or something?" She began to clear the table and Peter settled down at one end of the long settee, leaving plenty of room for either Jake or Kayla to join him. He took the glass offered by Jake and almost in a whisper said, "God, I really don't know how I sat through that without reaching out for Kayla. She's just so bloody sexy I can't tell you. It took an awful lot of will-power not to make a complete prat of myself in front of your lovely wife, particularly when I could see right up her mini-skirt!" He pointedly looked down at the front of his jeans and Jake noticed a large swelling at his friend's crotch. "Guess that says it all doesn't it?" Peter offered. Jake looked closely at his friend and wondered just how far he dared go with sharing his lusty thoughts. It was in his mind to be completely frank with Peter about what had really been getting him excited over the last few days - the thought of actually construing a situation in which Peter could attempt to seduce his young wife. But he felt that once it was wholly in the open, there could be no turning back - so no, it was probably better that he didn't open up too much. Instead, he decided, he'd perhaps just see how matters took their course. If anything was going to develop, then it would develop; and if it did, well he'd deal with that when it happened. That way, nobody could think he actually had set his wife up. "Well, I reckon she has rather got to me; but I guess I'm just going to have to be satisfied with the pictures I've seen of her, aren't I." It was a statement, rather than a question; and whilst Peter sounded resigned, Jake found himself both relieved and disappointed. He looked over at his friend and was about to say something more, when he noticed Peter pulling out his wallet from the back pocket of his pants. "Yes," Peter emphasised with a wry grin, "I guess I really am going to have to be satisfied with just her pictures all right." As he spoke, he reached into the wallet and pulled out a small colour picture which he turned over and showed to Jake in his out-stretched hand. Jake's took the proffered picture and looking down, his stomach turned over as he identified a highly defined photograph of Kayla. It was in full colour and his wife was squatting on her heels with her knees spread wide open. Her upper arms were vertical, so that her hands could part the long hair back from her forehead; and they were pushing her breasts inwards, so that they squeezed together in a most exciting way. She was completely naked and apart from a 'landing strip' of hair above her vagina, she was also completely shaved. Due to her position, the bottom of her pussy lips were open and he could clearly make out every detail of her sex. Her obvious moistness indicated a state of high excitement. Between her arms, two elongated hard nipples confirmed her randiness as they stuck out hard from two beautifully soft looking breasts which were topped by gentle pink areola. At her side, the recently discarded black underwear leant a tone of complete reality to a perfect picture in which the rich tan of the remainder of her body highlighted her breasts and sex, so that nothing whatsoever of her intimacy had been spared from the camera lens. Jake gasped. He found himself incredibly aroused. It was one thing to send pictures of his naked wife over the internet to a stranger in another country - that was erotic in the extreme and quite often during sex with Kayla, he'd found himself spurred on by thinking of the detailed images he'd shared with Peter. On the other hand, and although he knew Peter had said how very much he loved being able to ogle Kayla totally nude whenever he wanted, Jake was not prepared for the burst of uncontrollable excitement he felt when confronted with the actual vision of his wife so erotically exposed for the delectation of another man. Now he knew exactly how excited Peter had been when Greg took out a photo of Peter's wife Mandy when they were urging her to do as striptease one afternoon (see 'How she Succumbed'). But he had no chance to discuss his reaction with Peter, for Kayla came into the room and sat down on the settee next to their guest - leaving Jake standing in the middle of the room with a glass of brandy in one hand and her nude photo behind his back in the other. He moved over to an armchair by the window and surreptitiously slipping the picture into his pants pocket, he managed to sit down without letting Kayla see either the photo, or the massive erection he'd developed. "Well thanks for that food Peter, it was very good and the champagne beforehand really started the evening off well." Kayla looked over at Peter as she spoke and settled back into the cushions. Jake noticed that the checked mini-skirt had ridden up sufficiently to disclose a sizeable area of beautifully proportioned thigh. He looked to Peter but he was gazing into Kayla's face and obviously hadn't noticed the exposure. "My dear Kayla, it was entirely my pleasure and thank you so much for having me over." As he was speaking, the phone rang and Jake reached over to the side table to answer it. "Hello." He looked into space for half a minute or so, listening; and then, "Can you hold a minute, we've got someone here for supper, so I'll take it into another room." Holding his hand over the mouthpiece he turned to his wife and Peter, "Excuse me Peter, this is the call I was expecting and it'll take a little while. Kayla'll look after you while I deal with it." He walked out of the room and pulled the door to behind him. Over twenty minutes later he came back into the room and noticed that Peter was now further down the settee, closer to Kayla. His wife appeared slightly out of breath and a degree flushed. Peter got up and thrust out his hand, looking positive and confident. "I think I'd better get going Jake -- I've got quite a lot on tomorrow and I'm feeling a little bushed. But if it's all right with you, I'd like to meet up with you both tomorrow evening for a drink somewhere?" As he took Peter's hand, Jake agreed to the suggestion and then, found himself changing the suggested arrangement. "I'd really love to Peter; but I've got a team meeting at work tomorrow afternoon and I'm not going to be back until late evening. Tell you what though, why don't you meet up with Kayla and if I can get away earlier, I'll meet up with you both then. If not, I should be with you by about ten." He had no meeting but neither Kayla or Peter would be aware of that and he hadn't yet worked out himself why he was being so evasive. Ignoring Kayla's slightly puzzled look, he looked enquiringly at Peter. His mind was in excited turmoil and he felt a strange anticipation at Peter's answer. "Well that would be truly charming. I'd love to. Perhaps if I called around to pick you up about 6 o'clock Kayla? That way, you wouldn't have to go into a bar or wherever, on your own. Then, when Jake can make it, maybe we could all go on somewhere?" Kayla looked at her smiling husband and seeing nothing but openness on his face, readily agreed. "I'll look forward to it Peter .... until six tomorrow then." They walked over to the front door and after nodding amicably at Jake, Peter reached out to Kayla and swept her into a hug. Again they kissed on the cheeks and after another brief hug, their guest left the young couple. "He's really nice, don't you think Kayla?" offered Jake as he closed the door. "He certainly is darling. Quite the soul of old fashioned Brit charm I reckon. 'You sure you're OK with him picking me up here tomorrow? "Why shouldn't I be .... or is there something you know and I don't?" He laughed nervously and smiled at her. "No darling. I just thought you might be a little unsure of a relative stranger picking up your lusty young wife .... Come on Jake, let's leave the clearing up until tomorrow. I'm bushed and want our bed!" Jake looked at her with surprise. She wouldn't normally leave things for the morning and as for that remark containing the words 'lusty young wife', well, what did she mean by that? They turned the lights out and as they moved off to the bedroom, Jake was surprised to feel his wife reach down to his crotch and squeeze him gently. He realised she must feel he was a little hard. His earlier reaction to the photograph had combined with his coming back into the room and finding Kayla slightly breathless. His mind had been wandering and speculating on whether or not Peter may have actually made a pass at Kayla while he was on the phone. "Ready for bed too then are we?" Kayla asked, nodding down at her hand with a naughty smile. "Something's really got you going tonight hasn't it .... or is that just the thought of going to bed with a young wife?" "Yeah, I reckon going to bed with someone's young wife would be good right now." He couldn't help quipping in response. "But what's got you in the mood my darling little Kayla? Could it be our guest this evening? Just what were you both up to when I was on the phone? I haven't forgotten our discussion the other evening you know!" "Oh that? Yes .... Well he is quite attractive you know and ...... She looked into her husband's eyes but offered no detail of what may have happened while he was out of the room; but just diverted the conversation, "But then again, so are you my darling .... quite the sex God!" They began to undress; and after each had visited the bathroom, they finished taking off the last of their clothes and slipped under the duvet to snuggle up naked together. For a while nothing was said and they absent-mindedly caressed each other's bodies with the familiarity of their relationship. "What do you really think of Peter darling?" Jake looked down at his wife's face, circled by his naked arm. "I find him quite attractive but I can't quite work out the charm bit. I think it's genuine but when he looks at me it's almost as if he knows something about me that I don't." "How do you mean?" It didn't sound to Jake as if anything had been said about the pictures he'd e-mailed to Peter but he couldn't be sure. Then again, he didn't think that Peter would have broken his confidence; but one never knew ....... "I don't know really. I just get the feeling he knows much more about me than a relative stranger normally would. "I know it sounds ridiculous but it's almost as if he not only knows me but knows my body as well. It's the way he looks at me. He lets his eyes wander all over me and they seem to stop at my tits and at my crotch. In some people that would seem perverted and be a complete turn-off; but with him .... well, there's something much more to it and I find myself actually quite turned on for some reason - almost as if we're sharing a knowledge! Does that sound strange?" Jake thought for a moment. Now would appear to be the perfect opportunity for him to come clean with what he'd done in showing photos of his nude wife to their friend. Dare he .... or would it be too dangerous, despite the fact the Kayla was obviously quite turned on by whatever had happened? But he bottled out and said nothing of it. Instead, "You trying to tell me you fancy him or something then darling?" Jake held his breath in anticipation. "Hey darling, I already told you the other night that he turned me on a bit, so yeah, I guess I must fancy him some!" "Enough to want to screw him honey?" Again, Jake held his breath. He felt Kayla's hand take hold of his cock and realised they were both beginning to fantasise again. "Wow, does that thought turn you on Jake honey - your cock's getting hard! I think it does, doesn't it Jakey baby .... yes it does, doesn't it!!" Kayla started to gently pump the shaft of his cock, pulling the foreskin back and over the top of his glans in the most exciting way. She looked thoughtful for a moment and then, "Actually, Jake, he does turn me on too .... quite a lot actually. Do you mind?" "You know I don't. What I said the other night still stands. I find it really sexy - you know, the thought of you being naked and played with by another guy, particularly Peter. I'd really love to see it!" "Oh hell Jake, now you're getting me hot. Would you really like me to be naked with Peter and let him do things to me?" Would you like him to see me like this for instance?" Kayla pulled the duvet down to expose her breasts and started to play with one of her nipples -- squeezing it really hard, while her other hand continued to stroke Jake's penis. "Or maybe you'd like him to see this....!" Kayla gripped the duvet and threw it below their feet, so that her legs and pubic mound were on open display. Moving her legs, she raised her knees and spread them wide apart so that the lips of her sex opened up with a slight popping sound. She looked down at herself and began to grip Jake's penis even harder until he felt he was building up for a climax. "Would you like him to see right into me like this honey? I think you would, wouldn't you? I know I would, I'd bloody love it if Peter could see me like this .... oh my godfathers .... it'd be so horny being completely exposed to him and ready to be taken, I think I'd die! "Oh Jake honey, fuck me .... please do it now .... please fuck me hard!" Jake stayed where he was but moved his right hand down to play with her clitoris. He wanted to savour their conversation and see just how far she'd go with her fantasy. "Would you like it if I were Peter right now?" "Oh hell yes .... I think I'd love it. Please darling, fuck me .... oh please .... Now!" "Can you imagine his fingers doing what I'm doing to you? Can you imagine him looking closely at all your nakedness while he does it .... Checking out every inch of you and feeding his fingers right up inside you like this ....!" "Ahhhh, yes, yes .... hurry up .... Take your fingers out and put him in me .... quick, or I'm going to come .... Oh please Peter, do it now .... I need you in me .... oh please, I want you .... Please!" Jake couldn't hold back any more and suddenly rolled over between Kayla's legs to plunge straight into her with one quick movement. He sank deeply into her sex and thrust forwards, holding himself rigid as he released himself into her body with an outflow of lust such as he'd never felt before. As he reached the peak, he felt Kayla's pussy tighten spasmodically around his penis as she began to come herself in loud panting bliss, milking him in her desire. "Oh yes, yes, yes ..... harder ..... oh please push harder .... Oh my god that's fucking ... incredible ... oh Peter that's absolutely lovely .... you feel so fucking good .... ahhhh, unngg .... aaahhhhhh ...... oh that ..... that's just too fucking much .... that was .... Oh yes, that was fucking lovely!" Jake rolled back onto his side of the bed and they both lay panting side by side, completely drained of any kind of energy; each revelling in their own thoughts of what had just happened and the way Kayla had kept repeating their new friend's name. They'd been fantasising all right; but did Kayla know that Jake was increasingly turning his fantasy into a wish for it to happen in reality? Kayla eventually sat up in bed and was about to go to the bathroom, when she noticed something had fallen from the pocket of Jake's jeans. Looking closer, she realised that it was a copy of one of the nude photos that Jake had taken of her some months before. "Jake?" she turned to him with a puzzled look. "What's that picture of me doing in your jeans - I thought you'd only got them all stored on our computer?" Jake suddenly flushed up and completely taken by surprise, he tried to find an explanation .... "Oh that. Well, it's one I particularly love and I like to have a copy on me so's I can look at you when I'm away." He knew it sounded weak but it was the only thing he could think of. "Jake ..... you're lying, aren't you. I can tell." Kayla looked hard at him and as her face cleared, he realised she'd come to a decision on what it was really doing. "I think," she emphasised the 'I' and continued her deliberation in silence for a few seconds before, "I think you've showed it to someone else. You changed into clean jeans before Peter came around and I know it wasn't in the pocket then, so ........ 4998 2.15/512345CLINTON Mundohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03421224836567669130noreply@blogger.com1