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This is a love/life story of me part 2

The love/sex life story of me 2

Hello, my name’s Heather and this will be a part 2 update of my love and sex life over the last few years. I’m no writer so if I hint at a story and go off on a tangent about a different story, it’s because this is stream-of-thought brain-to-mouth unfiltered stuff. This will not be as turbulent as part 1, which was only a period of 5 years or so and involved alot more group activities! I’m now a divorced party girl enjoying very early retirement in my own home. I have a few friends and regular romantic interests in my life but I still feel isolated all the time. Someone will have to explain it to me. I get along with guys better than girls but guys don’t want girls in their club all the time, it’s hard to be in their orbit platonically. Or maybe my promiscuous behavior deters long-term relationships.

When Mark and I separated it was amicable, he even gave me $5M kind of as a “settlement” even though I didn’t ask or push for anything, it was just to take care of myself in the future. We just weren’t together often enough and he felt obligated to come home across the whole PLANET more often than he needed just to see me, and it was making work difficult. It’s not because I was overly needy lol

I’ve been living in my wholly owned home a couple years, it’s 2 stories with a basement, an inset pool, jacuzzi and a wooden stilted back patio balcony… I have not taken care of the property like I should be lol but pushing a mower through 4 foot weeds on a 40 degree slope isn’t my idea of fun for example, and I’m cheap so I’m not going to hire regular staff. Besides I want to live simply and those other things mean employment, management and tax stuff apparently. Regular pool maintenance isn’t something I’ve ever thought about either, so awhile after I moved in it was all leafy with a bunch of dirt at the bottom. This summer I’ve been putting ads online for people to come do some yard work with the promise of “not necessarily monetary” reward. They kept getting taken down! But eventually through random meetings and conversation I did get a couple guys to come do yard work, pulling weeds, wacking, ect and they’re even willing to do it butt naked (not the weedwacking part) when I ask nicely. So as to not get their clothes dirty of course! And who wants to put on clean clothes while they’re dirty, so they’re naturally welcome to the shower if I get to watch… I have not done anything sexual with either of them because they’re married and not willing to go further. It would sound creepy to people if I were a guy but they’re not reluctant, they do it eagerly and love coming by. That’s just as far as they’re willing to go. I probably seem like the batshit crazy rich lady to them.

Now I have a pool boy to fulfill the cliche. He’s a “sleek” ladykilling athletic highschooler with curly hair hanging just past his ears. Very heart-throb. He does other peoples’ pools in the area and knows his stuff so he made a list of stuff I needed, the bottom cleaning robots, pH stuff, chlorine and distributers ect, and gave me an estimate so I pay him in cash and let him revamp my pool. It’s nice and clean NOW that it’s too rainy and cold to swim, but it’s covered for the time being and has the little robots on the bottom toiling unseen and unappreciated in darkness. I’ll test it out on the first day it’s warm enough. After hanging out and talking, and a little flirting, he kept coming around on the days he worked other houses even though he wasn’t needed here 🙂 and one time while we were in my hot tub he was telling me about school, his girlfriend, somehow slipping into how she won’t try anal, and him making extra $ doing pool work. Another time while having dirty thoughts on my mind after our talks, I asked him to bleach clean my bathrooms and then I took a shower and let him watch. He had his dick out playing with it and was clearly not thinking of his gf then. I told him to strip and come help wash my back, which he happily did and he soon moved on to my my ass and between my legs all on his own. I crouched and washed his teen cock thoroughly giving it little kisses and looking up at him wet and then told him I’d give him what his girlfriend wouldn’t. There’s no better place for anal than the shower, even though I always clean up before a man comes around just in case. Not that he’s quite a man yet… I baby-oiled his dick and he did the same to my asshole before he buttfucked me there kneeling on the steps. I kept looking back at him, he was gorgeous with water streaming down his naked body and hair laying it down over his face, thrusting into my ass like that. He came inside me after just a few minutes, but since then we’ve been practiced a few times, especially in public places and different positions to improve his sustainability. There’s a real possibility of being caught some of the places where we do it which would get me in some serious trouble…

I dated a BBC Army officer for a few months. He was boring! He did not appreciate my history or skills at all, wanted me to be monogamous and settle down again too fast. By skills I mean he was never interested in anything that was too much fun. Just ride/suck. Never any variation or anything even approaching taboo. I never knew understood why girls didn’t like “controlling” guys because I thought I’d always liked that, but I realize how much freedom I’ve actually had and what they must have given up to be with me over the years. I’ve always liked dominant guys who make decisions about what we’re going to do this day or that; how I have to try this (food) because he knows I’ll like it, “no I already had plans today and they’re a surprise you’ll love them”, aggressively claiming me with PDA in public when others would look at me. I’ve been into Dom bedroom stuff forever obviously, but when I wanted to prowl around they would always allow it even if they didn’t like it. I guess I always surrendered control rather than them taking it. But Army Major (AM) didn’t let me do or get away with ANYTHING. R used to tell me about her husband embarrassing her in public by grabbing her arm and not letting her go, screaming at her and everything turning into a fight like if she wanted to have friends over, ect. Total control. He was kind of like that, telling me I couldn’t hang out with people he didn’t approve of and guilted me with “it wouldn’t be respectful if I did ___ to you, would it…” ect. He wasn’t afraid to chastise me in public either and not in a fun playful way. Like an adult screaming at a child who wasn’t getting what they wanted. We would just be having a conversation about what to get for dinner as an example, and he would blow up in the middle of the grocery store because it was mentioned offhand a week ago about something we made plans to have this or that for dinner early this week. Then he would embarrass me like “Did we or did we not have this conversation? Ooohhhh. Yes we did.” and in a condescending way. I was clear about who I am at the start but wouldn’t have cheated if he wasn’t ok with me seeing other people. To sum him up he was a no-fun, stick in the mud, missionary and marriage, God and country type. Marines are alot trashier and more fun. Sorry if you’re a marine :p

I am now seeing a couple fwbs, one cutie who speaks only in sarcasm and smartassery I really “like” who I met through friends and I’m opening up to freaky shit like trans threesomes, pegging, BDSM, public dogging ect, and he’s opening me up to guns… Lots of guns. And maybe some dynamite… And the other FWB is a cop! I just added this at the tail end of this paragraph because of the next story.

It’s 11/17/19 and I have to get last night (Saturday) down before I forget details. I had been out clubbing and drinking with my regular fwb (gunguy). When I was ready to go he wouldn’t let me take my car because I’d had a fair amount to drink. Eventually I convinced him with the help of some of his friends that I’d be fine… “I didn’t drink much/it’s been plenty of time/I’ve been chugging water/I know how to manage my drinking” ect. and wore him down into allowing me to leave. Well just 10 minutes from home and right as I was about to get off freeway I got pulled over for SPEEDING. Not swerving or anything related to drinking, just being stupid. I was freaking out because I thought I might blow a sobriety test. It was almost midnight and I’m on the side of the offramp when Officer N walks up. He’s pretty hot, probably 30ish around my age, probably military at some point cause he’s ripped and has that head stubble, all smiles and “yes ma’am, no ma’am.” I’m wearing a blue cocktail dress made to party, when he saw me he was all chatty and nervous which calmed me down and of course I was being a smart-ass. “Guess how fast you were going? Not fast enough clearly! Have you had anything to drink tonight? I’m down if you are!” we carried on for a little bit and I got my papers out for him, he went back to his truck and I saw he has another guy in there with him. When he came back he wanted me to do a field sobriety test and pass a breathalyzer, so I had to get out of the car and do the head pat belly rub stuff, admit I never learned my abc’s backwards, ask him if HE could stand on 1 foot in heels, the whole time were both laughing and messing around. When it came time to do the breathalyzer I flirtingly ignored it, put one hand on his chest and got right in his face, breathing hard and staring at his lips, rubbing against him, and asked him how he liked my breath. It sounds like an asshole thing to do but it was super hot and I clearly wasn’t the only one who thought so, I could feel his hard on against my hips. We’re there face to face both breathing hard, our lips brushing against each other with my hand on his chest and me pinned between him and my car. Sooo being kinda buzzed and confident I suggested he search me while he had a chance, remember while wearing a hide-nothing tiny dress so obviously I have bad intentions. It’s like 45 degrees out and I didn’t notice cause I was so hot and wet, also with some degree of blood in my alcohol… But at the suggestion, N said that’s the kind of thing he’d get in trouble for. So I asked him if his partner Officer P (whom I’d originally labeled P for partner because I forgot his name, but his name happens to start with P) would ruin it. He walked back to his window to talk to P in which he said I was “code something I didn’t remember at the time.” (I later learned it was code 8-18 blue, which is a locker room thing that every dept supposedly has and it’s different for all of them. It sounds officious and isn’t as blatant as “code 69” or something. 8 is for “section 8” or “crazy chick,” 18 means legal, and “blue” for blue balls which is the officer asking if he can levee sexual favors from a willing detainee or bragging about it discreetly in front of people depending on the situation.) Anyway the partner said to go for it and he came back to get me and put me in the back of their SUV… Where he fucked me senseless for like 45 minutes while his partner watched. No handcuffs were involved or anything and the car got pretty hot and uncomfortable with the heat on but it was awesome, especially with his pretty blonde partner there. I never even took off my dress, just lifted the hem above my hips to ride comfortably, pulled my panties to the side and dropped the straps off my shoulders to show off my tits to the other guy. If there weren’t a cage P probably would have been playing with them while I was riding his partner. After that familiar stiffening and slowing he was done and they said I STILL had to have someone pick me up, refusing to listen when I said I was only 10 minutes away and fine to drive. Since I was so close though N resigned to drive my car and they’d take me home. I had to ride in the SUV but they said I could sit up front at least. Before we even got back on the road P and I were talking about how I put on a good show and how he felt left out. I sat sideways in the seat looking at him, dramatically held my hands out in front of me and closed one eye like I was judging the distance between his belly and the steering wheel… Cuz that’s what I was doing and letting him know that. Before we made the first turn off that road his pants were clean off and on the floorboard. I teased and edged him for a little bit and stepped up my game making him cum in my mouth when he said we were turning onto my street, swallowing so there was no mess or explanations, and the whole time he had one hand squeezing, smacking and kneading my ass. I don’t think he wanted to finger me after watching me get fucked by his partner so he stayed away from my pussy and just played with my butt all the way home, but it was still nice… When we got there they hung out and talked to me for like half an hour before I had to go in because it was freezing, but I got N’s number. It turns out P is happily married :O At the end of the night I had gone drinking and dancing with friends, had an adventure getting pulled over, was involved in different sexual interactions with 2 strange men in a position of authority over me, and made a new fwb who I can’t wait to see again soon. My Saturday was fucking awesome

A couple weeks later I went out with gunguy, a single friend of his and another couple. We went bar hopping, then to a nice hotel buffet and at the end of the night I thought I was just going home with my date. Well he actually ended up leaving me with these strangers, the couple whom I didn’t like because they didn’t think much of me and they made it clear they weren’t interested in seeing me hang out with their group. The feeling was mutual. Ew. They also volunteered that they don’t want to have sex with me out of nowhere, unprompted and I had been behaving myself since I met them. So either they sniffed me out or heard some things. Gunguy’s friend thought that was hilarious and rude that they just said that out of nowhere. He was OK, and after we left there we met with a buddy of his and went and played bar games, pool, arcades ect. We had lots of fun and garlic fries for the next few hours. Then the boys took me home. Not MY home, the friend’s house, where we all took turns making out before they DP’d me. I haven’t seen men kissing before irl but that was interesting too. It was kind of a ratty apt with the matress on the floor, total bachelor pad. Coolfriend took me into his bedroom that I assumed he shared with his buddy, but I learned later they didn’t. I was making out with him while Buddy took my dress off, and I thanked him by getting his dick to full attention with my lips. Once he was good and sloppy and begging me to stop before he came early, he pulled away to set up his phone on the desk while coolguy who was sitting on the bed pulled me back into his lap. I gave him kind if a lap wiggle letting his wet head lube wherever it touched before he fucked me, he was super interested in rubbing it against my asshole. They had never shared a girl before or tried much at all, so they didn’t have much variety. Even the making out with each other was spontaneous! Neither were virgins though. It was a night of firsts so while the buddy let me finish what I started with my mouth Coolguy took me in the ass. It was kind of a chore, and the guy who was supposed to be enjoying a blowjob kept stepping away to his phone on the table, or he’d just had it out the whole time. He couldn’t let it do its thing, he had to keep fussing with it. After a half hour it was over and while it was fun, I didn’t get to orgasm myself. When I asked what the night’s plan was, Buddy said he had to get home so I asked for a ride. He said no because I was on the other side of town and his wife was expecting him home a couple hours ago… Whups! And Notsocoolguy said I couldn’t stay either because he has a roommate and he’s not supposed to have people over, and was also unwilling to give me a ride. I didn’t see another bedroom, so I wonder if he is actually married or has a girlfriend or something too. Even though at the beginning of the night he and Gunguy both at some point mentioned him being single. So I was given the boot and kept trying to call for a ride at 2:30am and nobody was answering. I had to shame walk home in 39 degree weather wearing a minidress, stockings and heels, with a very good possibility of being picked up for prostitution. Or something worse happening, like someone offering me a ride and nobody hears from me again. I got through to officer N who wasn’t available because he was out of town, but he called his partner on patrol who came to pick me up. The also-married guy I had given road head the last time I got in trouble. Once I was in the car we were talking about the situation. He mentioned how this didn’t look good for me and it made me seem hookery, I told him my story about how I used to be one, but this time I was just getting tossed out after partying and debauchery. He was on the overnight shift called dogwatch where he randomly patrols the best places he thinks he can catch drunk drivers, saying the only people out that late are cops and drunks so it’s a quota filler with some free time. Once he got me home I offered him the chance to come in, but he said he gets sleep-checked every 30 minutes by radio. I managed to convince him that his patrol was random anyway and his radio could stay in easy reach, on a pile of clothes on the floor, which he though that was sound logic. So we made love on my couch. By that I mean it was SUUUPER nice and sweet. We didn’t end up even taking our clothes off, I had hiked up my skirt and he pulled his dick from the front of his pants and I rode him face to face. He gripped handfuls of my ass, throwing me down on his dick just past gently. I was whimpering with his tongue in my mouth, holding his face in my hands, his hands on my back holding me against him, when we came together HARD. I originally judged him as the creepy, kinky half between him and his partner but I haven’t been with such a gentleman in awhile, he saved my whole night. At some point I had fallen asleep straddling him like that, with my face buried in and my arms around his neck. He woke me up with neck kisses and carried me to bed where he undressed me and tucked me in, then gave me another long tongue kiss before leaving. He hit me in the feels and I’ll have to hit him up again if he’s interested. It didn’t seem like just taking advantage of the situation, bending me over and just having his way with me like alot of guys would.

So I noticed that my creativity and sociability seems to be linked to my sexual activity. Normally I’m kind of a lonely hermit who’s days consist of staying at home playing games, reading, sunning, ect. I screen my friends messages and calls kind of wanting to avoid people until I work up some sexual frustration masturbating for days or months before seeking human contact again. There are times I don’t leave the house for like a month even to do errands. Then after a few days of strange porn binges I call friends to hang out, go places, get laid, write some of this stuff and chat with people online. All to excess. I seem to vacation from my sense of normalcy by going out and doing things others consider normal. I’m sure I’m a bad friend only making myself available after a long period of hibernation.

I have been out with P a few times now, risky since he’s married and we’re kind of dating in public. He’s super sweet and non-judgemental. Obviously, he’d have to be picking me up from a DP, taking me home and being brave enough to kiss me. Gunguy- whom I was kind of dating before until he left me at a restaurant with his intolerable friends- was kind of upset that I’m seeing other people, but I let him know who I was before we ever started fooling around and it hasn’t stopped him coming around… Also P’s partner N pretty much the same story, we went out a couple times then I started hooking up with his friend, but one was there for me and the other was unavailable, and while he complains about the split attention he still sniffs around for attention. Anyway P likes hearing all my stories and telling me dirty cop ones. I’m not the first girl to whore her way out of trouble, especially with him. He and his wife aren’t terribly happy because she’s kind of a prude and he wants my help to liven things up with her. He originally suggested I kind of stalk and seduce her without his involvement to open her up to couple activities, but that seems weird. So we’re not sure how to go about it yet. She looks sexy as fuck- green-eyed, bubble butt athletic, voluminous jet-black hair, pouty thick lips, but apparently she’s not very adventurous and the most taboo thing he’s ever gotten out of her is a drunken slip about being attracted to girls. My suggestion was like his but softer. Befriend and loosen up, so I’m going to start by hanging out somewhere she is or something and being like “oh hey” when we keep seeing each other. Whenever he texts me and tells me she’s going to be at ___ at ___o’clock I’ll find an excuse to be there. Let her know about this festival or that farmers market ect and make a new friend. Then when we’re more comfortable pry a little bit, tease and make some suggestions. The plan is to eventually introduce me to her husband, after which I’ll talk him up and try to get her to try new things, preferably involving me. She just has to be buttered right. I’m excited because she’s probably the hottest girl I’ve had a chance with! And now that I reread this it sounds just like his plan, just with nicer wording. We’ll see how it goes.

Oh how good I am at prying out others’ secrets… Or something about me just makes people offer them out of nowhere! So P’s wife whom I’ll call J from now on, told me on only our second run-in about how she’s cheating on him. During the “oh hey I saw you at…” part at Michael’s, she volunteered with no prodding from me that she was getting stuff to make something for her man. I was thinking “oh maybe they’re closer than I-” but no before I could finish the thought she said “my side guy”, which I doubted was a joke. She confirmed it when she said “well one of them anyway!” I gave her a high five for keeping more than 1 pet before saying bye. I’m not sure if I’ll tell P yet I don’t know how he’ll react or feel. I think it’s only fair because he’s doing the same thing. If they were honest with each other they could be having some real fun right now. So the next time I happen to “run into her” I’ll ask how it went and jokingly suggest she share, maybe ask how she met them because being curious about someone life is how you make friends.

Gunguy apologized to me finally after leaving me with his friends, and he knows about what I got up to with Notsocoolguy and Buddy after he left. Apparently one of his exes was threatening suicide unless he came to talk her down, I’ll never understand people like that. To make it up to me I told him he could come over and beg me to forgive him. So he came, and he tried so hard but it’s easy to confuse what he’s saying with my toes in his mouth and a belt around his neck. I’m don’t normally top but he was so grovelly on the phone I thought I’d have a little fun. Well, not so little… After I spanked his ass nice and red I loosened it up with a fat black rumpy strapon, the kind with the big round fist-sized knot near the bottom. I don’t even use that one on myself! I put a little glass flower plug in my butt and when I was ready to cum myself I took the rumpy stud off, leaving it inside him while I rode his dick. We both had pretty strong orgasms with our asses full of toys, I know he loved it because we ended up a slippery mess. All’s forgiven for now…

It turns out J is kind of a whore, which I don’t disapprove of. IF she’s to be believed she does the full “masked housewife interracial gangbang” cliche amateur pornstars do. Usually the husband is in on that kind of thing though, but when subtly probed about it P doesn’t seem to know. I now have his wife’s number and we’ve traded naughty stories at a couple chance meetings and met up intentionally at Subway. She’s a storyteller, and from the way she complains it makes it sound like her husband doesn’t appreciate, isn’t attracted to and is no longer interested in her. It’s kind of sad that they can’t be themselves around each other because they want the same thing and are each afraid to tell the other one. During her many tales she mentioned to me flirtingly that she’s never had an experience with a girl and it’s on her bucket list, she’s doing my job for me. It kicked off when I commented on her nail color, which was a not-so-special nude gloss and I used the moment to continue holding her fingers in the palm of my hand for awhile… She saw right through me but it also shook her confidence, the rest of the time being quiet with terrified looks on her gorgeous face. But she never pulled away and even made a hook with her fingers, we stayed holding hands that way for awhile and I let her catch me staring thirstily, smiling at her when she looked. When we left I suggested we hang out again soon and she nervously agreed. Repeatedly and enthusiastically without actually saying “hell yes!” She seems like a crushing teenager for someone who had such dirty stories earlier

I was laying on my recliner under my rain window naked, sunning indoors while it’s freezing cold outside as I often do, when poolboy heartthrob came by to check on stuff. I didn’t let him in or know he was coming by, I just looked out and saw him in back with a friend. He knows he can just drop by and maintain, and where everything’s at. When he saw me I waved, he pointed for his friend and we all waved at each other. The friend waving dramatically like he was shocked but it was smartass sitcom behavior so I knew he knew what to expect and Poolboy had probably told stories his friend hadn’t believed until he’d seen me naked. They left after a few uneventful minutes, if I ever see the friend and the stories come up I’ll back up Poolboy and maybe make a new young friend myself…

This affair with P&J is going well. Kinda. I really like him and want him for myself openly but don’t want to hurt his wife who I’m also becoming friends with. I told him about Subway while making love, which is exactly what it was by the way. Palms together, fingers intertwined overhead, slow missionary, legs wrapped around his waist and making out, which I cum harder than I do even when it’s a whole-team effort… Anyway I’m not sure if I’m trying to hook us all up or save his marriage at this point. If she found out about her husband and I, how I kept running into her because it was organized, his cheating even though she claims to be doing the same, she’d be devastated and now I like her I really don’t want that to happen. I go back and forth about whether or not I should just carry on with them both independently while keeping him in the know like we’ve been doing, or go through with the plan and bring us all together. Oh so I was telling him about Subway while he was inside me, and the image of his wife and I holding hands and flirting did wonders for us both. It turned me on obviously but he started breathing harder in my neck and loaded me up with cum a minute after I told him. Laying there afterward I was fantasizing a scenario where he hides a camera in his house because he suspects his wife of cheating, sees us lezzing out, confronts her about it pretending not to know, and tells her it’s ok and basically completes the original mission. I don’t want to risk it going badly for them so I didn’t mention it. I guess that means I’m dedicated to making sure they stay together. The conflict comes in because injecting gf myself into that relationship is what I want, but I’m scared to risk putting us all together and having it go all wrong if she finds out all about what’s going on, or they don’t really want to be together. They both blame the other and claim they still want it to work out. But P knows about everything his wife and I talk about, including how she feels because she tells me and I tell him. So he could probably fix the whole thing with an act of contrition and just making the move himself based on what he knows, but he’s scared too. Part of me hopes he doesn’t want to do that because he wants me more, which makes me feel terrible about J cuz I like her. Love sucks, sluttiness is easier.

I did something ethically icky. I’ll say it at the end, it’s a rebranding of a couple previous bad ideas, my fantasy and a joking suggestion… J called and asked me if I wanted to hang out, which was weird because we had so far communicated by casual text. She sounded nervous so I suspected what was up, she asked me if I’d like to come over for coffee… You know! On the way I got a different text from P about how his wife was SUPPOSED to be shopping at the outlets for a few hours and I should stage a run-in. Suspicious, stories not matching up! So I thought maybe she wanted to have coffee before shopping but I kinda suspected not. I told him that she invited me over, never having been to their house before. He said if we hooked up to get pics! I knew he was joking but wouldn’t object. Anyway I gauged her intention right, I got there and we had coffee but she wanted to reenact the hand-holding moment. I kept reassuring her not to be scared and I wasn’t trying to push her into anything because she looked terrified. She told me that her hookups with groups of men were her fantasies and she hadn’t been with anyone else, which I suspected because she was pretty nervous to be getting attention just from me. I had usually listened when she was telling me these stories and just kind of smiled and nodded, alluding that I had “tried some stuff” responding to her relevant stories. I took then to tell her diplomatically what kind of person I was, saying basically “I’m experienced in the things you fantasize about” which SHE kind of suspected. She was still kind of teary and emotional, so we hugged and were laughing about it, she felt embarrassed about playing herself up. The hug was held awhile, with me rubbing her lower back and holding my hands on her hips, her arms around my neck with her face on my shoulder. When we pulled back I rested my forehead on hers, hands still on her hips, hers on the back of my neck and I gave her a little kiss. Just a peck to see how she’d react, I asked her if that was ok and she chuckled and nodded. I kept making sure she was ok every step of the way, including mentioning her husband to make sure she didn’t have doubts, to which she made a joke about how if he knew he’d want pics… They’re perfect for each other and it’s simultaneously cute and infuriating, I’m not sure which one I’m jealous of. I took the reins for this first-timer and went a little further, giving a full kiss with little licks of her lips until we were wrapped around each other making out in the kitchen. After a few minutes of that she let me pull her with me by her belt loop to her living room, where I gradually sat her on the couch between breaths. I went back in the kitchen for a drink… When I got back I leaned over her kissing her, then kneeled in front of her kissing her, then pushed her backward kissing her all the way down her fucking sexy athletic belly… She was loving it and hyperventilating. When I pulled away for a second to tie my hair back she hiked her hips up and practically ripped her pants off underwear and all. We were laughing and I helped her untangle them from her feet because she still had boots on, I never took them off the whole time which was kind of hot… Then I traced my fingernails up her thighs and started kissing my way up her smooth soccer-player legs up to her hairless pubis, never breaking eye-contact and listening to her practically dying. I could see how aroused and wet her pussy was before I ever got to it, she was engorged, light red and glistening, and I licked that clit clean until she was screaming and crying again. Apparently she’d never been eaten out before. That’s not true but at the moment it seemed like it to me! After she’d cum and I made sure she wasn’t going to leave a trail in her panties when she put them back on, I pulled her up and had her show me her bedroom cuz it was my turn. We were making out again, then she helped me out of my leggings and pushed me onto her bed. It turns out she has a suitcase under her bed full of toys! Don’t we all? She hauled it out and asked me which one I liked. There was one she hasn’t tried because she wasn’t brave enough so I decided to show off and picked up that one. I tilted my head back and repeatedly lubricated the entire length of it at, looking at her out of the corner of my eye. She was clearly enjoying the sight and helped me too, sliding her thumb between my slick pussy lips as she pulled her slobbery 10-inch green rubber cock out of my throat and put it where it belongs. She didn’t let me touch it the whole time until she’d made me cum. At one point she held the base of it against her hip and simulated fucking me with it, which was fun. I mentioned to her that I have actual strapons and we should try them next time. She enthusiastically agreed, the operative wording being “next time” meaning there will be one. So about that drink of water earlier–nervous drymouth is a thing, and you don’t want to be dry while you’re eating pussy. Not that I’d be nervous, it’s not my first or 10th time. I took the opportunity to take somebody’s advice and prop my phone up against the microwave pointing at the couch. Unfortunately it got about 30 minutes of only empty living room and some muffled moaning and screaming at the end, but I’m sure P will enjoy watching me make his wife cum…

…which he did. I told him about what happened when I left wondering if there would be any consequences or he would freak out because reality is more tangible than fantasizing. It may have sounded good in theory to him until it actually happened, I didn’t know. But no, he was excited and I told him I got a little video for him. It was a couple days before I could see him again, now I had both he and his wife blowing up my phone, competing for whos face I should sit on. He came over as soon as he could, and I was sitting in his lap on my couch showing him the video on my phone. It’s weird seeing yourself on video because on one hand you remember something from one perspective while seeing it from a different one. Anyway I was getting wet watching it, I had to put a pillow under me so I didn’t get a spot on his uniform pants, which was cool cause he was rock hard and jabbing me with his dick anyway. I noticed some things watching I didn’t see before either, like J pulling her own hair while I was kissing her clit. She would lay her head back, run her fingers through her hair and make a fist before bucking her hips and whimpering… It was beautiful and she was making her husband and I very horny watching. I suggested helping ease our respective conditions but he wanted to keep watching which made me strangely jealous, because I was IN the video. So then I suggested casting it to the TV so we could do both. He didn’t want to get undressed or messy and I was wet enough to beg, so I did just that and he compromised by letting me give him head while he fingered me. It wasn’t very romantic, but it was alot like that first night in his cruiser. I was on hands and knees naked on my couch while he was fully clothed, just his dick sticking out of his pants. He came in my mouth listening to his wife laughing. In the video, we were in her bedroom at that point. I finished a minute later and he put out his wet finger in my mouth for me to lick off. He probably thought it was hot or thought that I would, but it was too clinical and basically just felt like it was to clean his finger before he immediately left. I got a text a couple hours later from J telling me about how her husband came home and out of nowhere just fucked her up against the water heater door! I was pretty upset and confused because I can see he’s attracted to his wife above anyone else and loves her to the detriment of everything else, which should be a good thing, but he left me hanging and lost interest when he saw her. I should have realized it a couple days before when we were together, and my Subway story was getting him off. I just thought it was a teasing story but he was thinking about her which is actually what got him going… Its hard for me because I want both, and the one I thought I had in the bag is slipping away and I’m helping it along.

Somehow Notsocoolguy got my number and has been blowing up my phone. I answered the first time not knowing who it was. He’s persistent, calling from other numbers or blocked ones groveling to get together. I told him the first time that when he booted me out I had to walk home in that weather and got blisters because of my heels. Lies but he doesn’t need to know that, he has no chance.

J and I have been hanging out alot, like a few days a week. Any chance her husband isn’t home we hang out there to Netflix & chill. We don’t even have sex all the time but we are intimate- kissing when we meet, holding hands, cuddling on their couch, ect. It’s just nice. P is cooling down, when I tell him how we’re hanging out to just watch a movie and we cuddled he’d just say “aww! Ok have fun.” He’s accepting that I’m wanting to hang out with her for it’s own sake and not for him, I don’t know at this point if she can ever find out about the plan. It would be so much of a betrayal, I let him know that and he agrees if we ever all hang out, he and I should start fresh like we’re just meeting.

Someone else called me recently, the friend who pool boy heartthrob brought by. His name starts with B and he had an interesting story. Naturally Poolboy isn’t going to give his friend the number of the woman he gets to fuck, also naturally he’s going to brag about it, so B knows plenty about me by now. Taking that into consideration, B got into his phone when he had a minute alone with it and stole my number. He was pretty contrite and asked me not to tell his friend, also saying he knew it was a risk to call and I could be pissed and report him, ect but he had to take a chance and made his case. He was trying to be confident and cool but kept repeating himself and laughing too much, obviously super nervous. He finally got around to asking me out and I told him it wouldn’t be appropriate to be seen dating, but we could hang out. I told him I’d get a pizza if he came over and we could Netflix and chill, which he gladly jumped on. When he got there I was waiting in my comfy outfit, the one I usually wear at home; nada. He knocked, I said come in and he was treated to a view of me sitting on my couch, legs crossed, hands in my lap, hair around my shoulders and wearing just a smile. Yes I kind of planned it. I asked him to come make himself comfortable, and he sat with me talking and stroking my leg. We talked about his friends and his thievery, I told him about me while we were waiting on pizza. I let his hands wander where they wanted and could tell he was testing to see how far he could get away with, by the time the pizza guy got there he had one arm around me and was squeezing my tits with the other. The pizza guy was appreciative of my attire when I answered the door too. We joked about how he couldn’t “return the tip” and I shoo’d him away because I had company to entertain. Since the food was there it was eating time, I had to slap hands away a couple times to get him to focus and eat while we put on Witcher since we were both watching it. We took our time and finished a couple episodes since we had no places to be and he had never been with a girl. I’d dealt with that before so I managed his expectations and kept him calm, telling him that he was probably already super wet or already came in his pants, which was normal and guaranteed he still had more in him. By the time the 3rd episode was on in the background I was straddling and grinding on him while we were making out and he was squeezing my boobs. I scooted down to the floor and pulled his pants off, confirming that he was a mess. I promised to wash them before he left and threw them on the floor, then got to work cleaning up his cock and warming up the cold mess with my warm mouth. When he was fairly clean I crawled back into onto his lap and guided his dick inside me. He brought condoms but I told him not to worry and he left it at that, I didn’t even have to give a reason. After about 10 minutes he blew his load in my pussy and I made a show of it for him, biting my lip, not breaking eye contact and giggling/whimpering while he finished. It wasn’t the greatest with him being inexperienced but it was nice seeing him like putty beneath me, I’m confident he’ll get better with practice… Also we had hours of foreplay so it was good regardless. I took that boy’s virginity and after throwing his clothes in the washer we cuddled on the couch naked for a few more hours, it was a good day. His dick never dropped after he came, it just rested hard against my butt until he left. Now he’s got my number I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of each other, but poolboy can’t know so now I have to keep secrets from another guy which I don’t like.

J was texting me being dramatic about something bad she did, which turned out to be telling her husband about us. She said he was jokey and flirty about it l which made her happy, she was terrified of a bad reaction. He of course texted me and told me the same thing. We already agreed to not tell her about how we knew each other. So she asked me to have dinner with them both to introduce us, which means she’s obviously planning a 3some. I say that because she told her husband about her gf and then invited her over to meet him. Also he texted me and said she’s been talking about 3somes, so yeah. 🙂 I’ll add this part to this same story, yeah 3some! A few days later they had a day off together and J invited me to hang out and have dinner. When I got there they P was home too, I got in the door and she greeted me with a gf’s kiss. Not a peck like a friend, with her arms around the back of my neck and head tilted with a bit of tongue… While P stood behind her waving and rubbing his crotch making dirty faces. I laughed and told J her husband was being a perv, and she joked about him ruining the “surprise” because that was the point of the night. There was no dinner or food to be had. The only eating that happened while I was there was of the pussy. We were making out by the front door and P jumped in, prioritizing his wife of course. He should too I admit otherwise he might get in trouble for showing too much interest in the “new girl” and ruin this 3 way relationship. We all worked our way slowly to their room undressing a little bit as we went, all shirts off. When we got there she pushed me onto their bed and pulled my pants off, so I’m in front of the both of them naked. P undressed J from behind while kissing her neck, then pushed her down onto me so we were making out again. It was obvious when he penetrated her because she made cute happy face and started rocking on top of me, so I put my hand between her legs and held her lips apart while her husband fucked Her. It was more of a struggle than it should have been, her being so wet but I made it work and it was still awesome. I soon flipped around and 69’ed her from beneath while she was doggy fucked, I could barely reach her clit with my tongue or risk keep getting hit in the face by his thrusts. At times he slowed down to keep from cumming, that’s when she’d regain her concentration and remember she was supposed to be pleasing me, and I took the chance to slip his dick out of her and throat it for fluff, but I had to be careful. I was kind of the 3rd wheel of the afternoon and he never ended up penetrating me. I focused on her, and to be fair she did seem more interested in me, which wouldn’t be an issue. I’m not sure if it’s P’s debotion or he’s being smart and not showing too much interest in me to turn her off to “us.” To finish, we agreed I should get some male cum attention but that it belonged to J. In a reverse of how we started, she was lying on her back while he fucked her, I was straddling her face getting my clit kissed and he pulled out of her to cum on her tight belly and pubis. I deepthroated P a couple times to clean his dick before licking up the mess on her and turning around to share. He layed on his side next to us, watching while I layed on top of his wife, kissing her with a full load in my mouth while we tickled each others’ pussy. She was making alot of noise and shaking, practically crying when she tightened her legs around me and came, and I relaxed on top of her with my face in her neck and almost fell asleep. P went to take a shower while we just layed like that for awhile, fingertips touching each other all over and gently kissing, talking about the experience.

I was curious to see where I lied in the relationship triangle. I’ve been texting P to see if he can come spend some time alone with me like we were doing. He comes up with reasons that would be a bad idea, or “excuses” as I call them. No matter the promise of depravity or suggestive pic, he says he’d like to but he can’t get away with it at the moment l. I even suggested asking his wife since we’re tight now and he says he’s worried about the response if he asks for time alone with me, which does make sense… But I’m almost sure he’s just not interested anymore now that J’s putting out for him. I wouldn’t want to bother with me either if I had her, she’s ridiculous out-of-our-league hot. Also super sweet and attentive. She calls me just to talk, wants to hang out platonically alot, and the last couple times we hooked up it was still all sensitive and slow. We spend more time cuddling nose to nose talking about how they met, my history, stuff we’d like to do, ect than we do bumping uglies lol! Not that I would ever call her smooth pink mound ugly. She also wants me to meet her friends and parents, go out and basically date. It’s nice being wanted, I was doing that with P though I’m surprised we stopped. Aside from the sex things aren’t any different for them from what she tells me. They don’t do stuff together otherwise, and he did seem to want to go out with me. Oh well it seems like I’m kind if getting a girlfriend. I hope she won’t mind my side activities, knowing more about me now and considering she was doing the same. Maybe I’ll introduce her to other things that don’t involve her husband either.

Gunguy and Officer N are blowing up my phone. I’m kind of “eh” on Gunguy which I feel bad for cuz I kind of left him hanging, but he did do the same to me which sucked. Even though he made up for it and I do like eating out and blowing shit up with him. And the occasional pegging femboy stuff. But mostly it was all burgers and FPSRussia type stuff when we were hanging out so I’ll try to get back into it with him cuz I know it’ll be fun once I just do it. Maybe I’ll introduce him to J for some experimentation. N on the other hand is getting annoying. We had such chemistry but he doesn’t like to share and he’s getting mean. I was clear about myself when we started hooking up. He doesn’t even know about The Triangle yet because he and his partner don’t talk about private stuff really. I figured they were closer like friends but I guess not.

The day before yesterday was scary and I’m still shaken up about it. After reading this there might be judgment of me but I want how I feel to be understood, in my opinion this was a scary fight and nothing “more”. Officer N showed up at my house unexpectedly for a booty call. I wasn’t doing anything and the arrival of a hot man in uniform at my door does things to me. So we were talking flirty and being handsy but things took a bad turn. Somehow we ended up fighting about my hookups and how I don’t have a bf, I’m being a slut, ect. I tried to make my case about how I’m not against bfs or anything, I’m just young and desirable and don’t want to limit myself to one person if something else I want comes along. He started getting really nasty throwing around stuff about “lying with niggers and spics, fagboys” things like that and I was screaming that he could get the fuck out if I’m no good, which he didn’t take well. He slapped me, I tried to hit him back with the balls of my hands but he grabbed me by the wrists and pushed me down to the floor, landing on me. He was screaming all kinds of racist shit in my face and had crazy wide eyes like actually pissed so I just kind of laid there in a kind of “hands up” pose with them on the side of my head. He took his pants off and rough missionary fucked me on the floor, and it wasn’t fun. I’ve always liked rough sex; facefucking, being spit on, degraded, choked, spanked, slapped, ect but it was always pornstar-like decadence which was just for fun. Like being really handcuffed, but with someone you trust isn’t going to skin you. But this was like that tense feeling when you’re confronted before you get in a fistfight you don’t want to be in and know you’re going to lose. I couldn’t see a way out. It felt like I was about to get my ass kicked. The whole time he was calling me nigger-loving whore and trash, things like that, and he’d switch off between one fist in my hair, with one on my throat and the other pinning my arms over my head, covering my mouth, and even grabbed me by the hair and smacked my head on the floor a few times. This is an angry COP. Again the whole time when I could I just kept my hands by my head and took it, I’d been through worse punishment just for fun, but not today. After 20 minutes he was done and relaxed on top of me, kissing me and saying how much he needed that. We’ve talked before about how I liked rough stuff so I figure he genuinally started off pissed with the slap and grabbing but thought I was playing dirty once we were on the floor, which wasn’t the case at all. After he left I really wanted to talk to J but I stopped myself because I couldn’t explain how I knew N! So I texted her husband instead and told him to call me asap. To his credit he didn’t assume it was about his side piece wanting to hook up and called me back pretty quick asking if I was ok. I knew he was a sweetie. I felt completely fine and just really pissed by the time he called me, but getting a ways into the story I was wailing so bad he couldn’t understand me alot of the time. After talking awhile and calming me down he said he’d handle it and be by later. I called my friend Holly, one of Dillan’s exes and she came over to hang out and I told her the whole story. About midnight that night the boys showed up to talk to me and N was super apologetic while P was super pissed and acted like a moderator. I got to scream and cry at N and when he started repeating himself or tried explaining something and it sounded like too much of an excuse, P would be my tag-team hype-man and tell him to shut the fuck up because I could decide how things would go for him next if he wasn’t careful… N said the slap was real and he regretted it instantly but overcorrected and tried to play it off as rough sex stuff. Unprompted, that sounded like what I thought at the time. He said he WAS pissed at me for being “so open” with others and was jealous because the thought we might become a thing and lost it for a second while we were fighting. After that it was him “giving me what I like” and trying to conflate the slap as the following rough sex, but he did start off being legit mad. So basically he was jealous, pissed, really slapped me, went “oh shit I fucked up”, then tried to make it seem like the start of rough makeup sex to cover up the slap. I thought it sounded like bullshit but he was almost crying by the end, always saying”baby” and answering me with “ma’am” me the whole time, and he confirmed does not have a history of violence becuaue he and P have been friends for years. He said he was sorry he scared me and understands if I don’t want to see him again but hopes I just need time because he wants to be with me and make it up to me, and the things he was SAYING during the fight were just the worst things he could think to say because he was mad. I don’t know if I’ll see him again but I was polite just to get them out and told him I definitely need “time off” for now!

My NEW GF J asked me about my neck and wrist bruises. I told her a rando hookup got rough, and they were good marks and she should try it. A little lie because how I got them I don’t want to happen to her but if she gets them the right way, like with me, that would be different… 😀

Today was scary for a different and cool reason. I was laying under my sun window in my reclining chair, naked as always watching the rain above me. Then I heard a distant rumble. Soon it was pouring so hard I would have had to yell to be heard over it if anyone were here. Then came the flashes, soon after the visual lightning, and I could see the water jump off the window when it shook from how loud it was. The lightning looked weird though, not being a crooked streak like you’d expect. It was like Z and G shapes. It occurred to me from the angle I was laying looking up that those must have been right above me. I tried called B and texted him to ask if he wanted to come lay under me and be ridden in a thunderstorm, he texted back saying he’d love to but he was in class and couldn’t answer the phone, which I always forget about. He could see and hear it from there though. We traded naughty talk and I sent him a pic, and I told him about how I was masturbating right under the lightning, curious about if someone in the next room would even be able to hear us if he were here. He told me he was hard & messy right there among his classmates. It was a really hot and fun day despite the cold rainy weather

Mark called me this week to ask if he could use my house to host an event for his business partners. As I didn’t have any plans I said yeah and he had to send some kind of Rep over to ready it for guests. She was a nice older lady who brought a team over Friday to move stuff around, make changes and bring in rented furniture, ect. It was like getting the house ready for a wedding. My yard got groomed, the pool and hot tub checked and she was impressed those were in appealing condition. I didn’t have to be there but there was a dress code if I was, so I had to wear my fancy black dress. Saturday morning caterers, serving staff and security all showed up and finished prep, I had to go through a briefing if I was going to attend, stick by the side of “Mrs. A” if I didn’t bring a classy date, and basically don’t cause any kind of debacle. I considered not going but didn’t trust 100 strangers in my house having a fancy party without me. Also I was eager to mingle, eat and drink nice food without footing the bill for the event. I had hoped I’d see my ex there but he wasn’t even in the country which is why Mrs. A was hosting. She works for him. I did regognize a few of the guests from my wedding, not immediately because I’d only met them once a few years ago. And they were wearing clothes tonight. I opted to wave as opposed to saying hi to them because I don’t speak German and they don’t speak English well from what I remember. Just after dark one of the German Gents I recognized came and put his hand on the small of my back and gestured to the other room. When we got there he gestured to my front door. I thought he wanted to take me outside for who knows what, but I hoped not because it was freezing and windy. But before we got there he guided me to the stairs. The party was not upstairs at all, just 2 bedrooms and a bathroom… So I was right on the what but not the where. I thought I knew what to expect but I guess not. As we neared the bathroom there was a big guy outside guarding it, my gent leaned past him and opened the door… And there was a couple guests fucking inside. A middle-aged blonde lady was on her knees on my toilet lid, leaning over the tank with her dress hiked up taking it in the ass. I assume anyway, because Germans… I thought we were bound for this party but no. Gent said something to him I didn’t understand and waved, then took me to a bedroom. When I opened the door there were 7 people on my bed, 2 middle-aged but not unattractive women and 5 older guys having an orgy. Gent pushed by me, taking my hand and leading me to a chair where he pulled me into his lap. He stroked his fingers along my thighs and soon found his way up my dress to the wet spot in my panties. We watched the guys group-fuck these women while he stroked me through my panties until I came in them. He just liked to watch because when I tried playing with his dick over his pants he’d kiss my hand and put it back on his shoulder. The room cleared out eventually, everybody thanking and touching me on the way out, and Gent kissed my hand and rejoined the party. It was like I was a celebrity and the show was for me. After that I wandered to the back where there was a spread of awesome food on a clothed table by some cool verticle fire lamps. Everyone was suited and it was too cold for the pool so it was neglected. I relaxed on a patio chair, had grilled duck on some lime rice SERVED to me and watched some very young bikini-clad Latin ladies enjoying my hot tub. They liked my attention and were making out and groping each other while they kept looking over and talking about me. They were clearly the youngest people at the party followed by myself, everyone else between 40-70. Nothing happened after the show, their dates came and collected them and brought them inside. When I asked Mrs A if they were wives/gf’s she said they were short-notice dates retained for a couple guests. Barely-legal (questionable) escorts, I approved. I felt kind of lonely for a long period, just floating around drinking lightly and sampling food and wishing I’d invited a certain PO to be my date. The now-clothed girls then tracked me down sitting on a windowseat. They thought I was working like them and just wanted to chill with someone closer to their own age because their dates were occupied. I told them this was my house and my ex’s business party. They had no idea the things that had happened in the bathroom and bedroom earlier and thought it was scandalous, and were surprised that they weren’t asked to be in on it. They told me they had never been to such a nice event, liked my house and hot tub, the food, and told me they were getting $4,500 each to be dates for the night. They’re professionals working for one of those Grey-area agencies and are paid for their time and attendance, not sex. But if course that’s “how it works” and they can choose to have consensual sex with dates off the clock, but they still get harassed by PO often. They weren’t called on the rest of the night, and we hung out drinking and laughing until everyone else had left. Mrs A took care of their ride home and said the event staff would clean up the next day. Since the food was technically mine I got to keep the leftovers and let the hoes leave with plates of steak and shrimp, they made my night and deserved it. I’ll never see them again probably. It turned out to be a nice day! The nexd day mark called to ask how it’s going, I told him about events during the party and he was surprised it was so light. I reminded him it was light involving ME and that his guests got up to alot. But it was nice to talk to him for the first time in awhile and he said we could hook up when he was able to come stateside again, current events prohibiting travel of course. The guests were already here and not going home anytime soon I guess.

I’m loving having J as a friend, she’s surprisingly innocent. That 3some was her first and she’d never really been promiscuous. When we’re talking about it even alone she gets hushed and looks around before using naughty language, like she’s afraid of being caught by her parents or something. We haven’t had sex since that night at her house with P and we’re hanging out less, she’s kind of into “social distancing” right now but wishes we could hang out butt naked. I told her about the party at my house and how not-distant the guests were getting and she was shocked. I don’t know why, I’ve told her about the debauchery I get up to but I’m glad she accepts me. It’s not usually women who do.

Come to think of it nobody’s really coming around. Not even my school/pool boys. I know school’s out but they said they can’t go out and do stuff right now when I hit them up. P&J are staying in as much as possible, except he does have to work, and gunguy also took time off and is having a staycation. So lonely house for me for the immediate future. Going to be online more maybe.

So I haven’t seen anybody in awhile. I talk to J on the phone almost every night, sometimes for over an hour. We were talking about the event at my house and about how Mrs. A ran things, and I’m kind of swaying into the territory of hiring like a butler. I don’t know if anyone would meet my ridiculous criteria of being somewhat good-looking, former military, restaurant-quality cook who likes to clean and put up with advances and eccentricities. But after this “social vacation” is over I’m going to at least look and maybe interview. Oh it would be nice to have a driver and errand boy too, so just someone to handle all my shit. I’m going to need a nicer car to be driven around in though… But yeah we talk about how cool it would be to have a good looking bruiser in a suit opening doors for me and just being imposing to strangers, getting the car door for me and the like. It goes into fantasy territory when we’re giggling about it at 2 am on the phone but…

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Steve had come here many times before and just because he was getting married he didn’t expect to stop.

Vampire Hookers
It was a mesmerising flicker reflected from Steve’s hard cock pounding Sapphire’s willing pussy. This flicker didn’t distract him from the building orgasm within, nor the taste of Sapphire’s juices drying on his lips, nor the smell of her floral perfume lingering in the air. Sapphire laid angled across the brothel bed, her Greek Goddess body calling with the power of any siren. Steve couldn’t resist any further. His hand glided over her trained flat stomach, over her accented ribs, cupping her water soft breast, finally pinching her stiff brown nipple. Steve launched into a convulsive orgasm, pushing Sapphire past her boiling point. The two finalised with moans, collapsing breathlessly beside each other.
The tormented bed creaked as Steve slid off and walked over to his clothes on the side dresser. Sapphire rolled supporting her delicate head with her arm, “I hear you are getting married? I hope this will not affect our usual meetings?”
“Yep and nope,” Steve replied smugly already stepping into his jeans. “I will not see you as often, but I cannot say no to you forever. You are the best fuck I have ever had and the bareback thing just makes it all the better. Besides you still look and feel like a teenager. It’s like you don’t age.”
Sapphire giggled, “Flattery will get you far, but money gets you all the way.” Steve gave her a wink and placed a bundle of notes onto the dresser before slipping out the door. Sapphire covered herself, collected the money and made her way downstairs to pass it onto the brothel Madam.
After a respectful knock Sapphire entered the Madam’s office. Lilith sat on the wall side of a large oak desk. Her tall slender physique fitted well inside the clingy black dress, the low cut revealing Lilith’s ample cleavage. A tattoo of a bat silhouetted against the full moon on her left breast completed the seductive picture.
Sapphire dropped the money on the formidable desk. “Another happy customer,” she smiled. Lilith screwed her face in disinterest, “Did you feed from him.”
With a widening smile Sapphire replied, “He always satisfies my hunger, but he did mention my age again.” Lilith stopped counting the money for the third time and looked up.
“How long has he been with you?” she enquired.
“A few years, I’m not sure,” Sapphire shook her head unknowingly. “He is very strong. I get as much from him as two others.”
Resembling a traffic cop, Lilith held up her hand. Sapphire dare not continue and fell silent.
“I already understand his importance to you,” Lilith remarked coldly. “It will be dawn soon, lets sleep on it.” She waved Sapphire away and returned to counting the money again.
Steve wasn’t sure when he’d been with Sapphire last. He had a yearning to feel her small delicate body beneath him and on top of him and beside him. Steve smiled as he dialled the well memorised number.
Shocked, he stood by the now silent phone, “a life time ban”. The conversation echoed in his head, “a life time ban”. Why? “I’m a good customer,” he reasoned with himself out loud. “I don’t ask for credit. I am always prompt and I’ve never caused a ruckus. Until now!”
The entire drive to the Brothel, Steve was on auto pilot stewing over the injustices that had been heaved upon him. It was late afternoon when he thumped on the heavy brothel door. Charles the doorman, not yet in his uniform opened the door. Steve barged past the old man demanding to speak with the Brothel Madam. The angry voice brought the bouncer running into the room. Cliff, whose name aptly described the sheer size of the man, had a way of bringing calm to any situation. With Steve quietened Charles explained that Lilith only works after dark.
“What she some sort of vampire,” Steve stated the obvious. He never seen Cliff’s punch coming, he didn’t even really feel it at the time. He simply woke up in a prison like room, dazed not knowing what had happened.
Lilith was looking at Steve’s personal affects pondering what to do with the prisoner, when the mobile phone vibrated to life.
“Good evening,” Lilith answered with all the elegance and class a voice could convey.
A feeble umm was the best that Louise could muster for a few seconds. “Who is this and how did you get Steve’s phone?” She finally enquired.
“My name is Lilith. I am the manager of the Happy House on Alexandra. Steve started a fight earlier today and was knocked unconscious by the bouncer. He is presently sleeping it off in one of the back rooms. If you come and get him and he promises not to come back, I will not involve the Police.”
Louise snorted, then sighed, “Sure why not. This isn’t the first time and I would rather get him from a brothel than a Cop Shop.” Though this was the first time from a brothel and he would pay for this. She was still imaging all the horrors Steve would endure when she turned into Alexandra Street and into the brothel car park.
Lilith timed her entrance into the front foyer perfectly, she watched as the thirty something year old woman walked in through the main entrance. The two shared a look of recognition and Lilith waved in the direction of a “Staff Only” door. They discreetly vanished behind the door and in to a hallway. There was a row of doors on the right and windows opening to the gardens and the car park beyond.
Lilith melted the ice with a warming voice, “I appreciate you coming to get Steve, he is lucky to have a fiancée that is so understanding.” Before Louise could answer they drew level to one of the doors, Lilith launched forward slamming Louise through it and into the bedroom beyond. Lilith’s strength surprised Louise, her struggle seemed childlike as she was pushed onto the single bed. Louise screamed and thrashed while Lilith shackled her hands against the wrought iron bed frame.
Louise’s frantic resistance faded after her flimsy sundress was torn open revealing her milky white breasts. Louise’s breathing fell into a heavy rhythm, she could feel the fear and the excitement rise within her. The rise and fall of her chest shuddered her breasts, hardening her pink nipples. Lilith dragged the back of her fingers down the length of Louise’s uncovered torso until hooking the elastic of the cotton briefs. The anticipation scented the air and Lilith took a deep breath through her nostrils extracting every molecule.
The briefs cut in when Lilith finally ripped them from Louise’s body. The crop of blonde hair on the sexy mound drew Lilith from her standing position. She settled down on her victim and scratched at the hairy outcrop, her smile widening uncontrollably.
The bony fingers glided between the soft fleshy folds breaking them open spilling the wild exotic juices from within. Louise schizoed into a willing participant and opened her legs as wide as the restraints would allow.
“Hmm, I guess you’re a fun girl?” Lilith whispered. She pushed her fingers deep inside while still rubbing the outside folds with her thumb. A moan of unbridled pleasure snuck from Louise. This signalled Lilith, she dropped her head and flicked the swollen clit with her tongue. Louise moaned shamelessly and strained against her shackles as her body gave way to sex’s pleasurable goal. The orgasm draining Louise of her consciousness driving her to an unnaturally deep sleep.
Exposing a set of long white fangs, Lilith bit deep into Louise’s thigh piercing the Femoral Artery. Her fingers arched and dug into the bed with pleasure as she drained her newest girl. Louise will wake a different person and as a member of the Brood she will be able to control Steve.
Steve sat defeated on the bed, he had pounded his fists raw and yelled himself hoarse for hours. He felt confused and abandoned by the time Lilith open the well pounded door. Steve made a rush for freedom, but Lilith’s grip around his throat ended that bid. She lifted him the full extent of her arm well clear of the floor. Her strength already betrayed, she exposed her long white fangs drawing Steve’s focus and attention.
From his hung position Steve stared at the wild eyed creature below. Rhythmic fear pounded in his chest where his heart once beat. The colour in his faced faded and he struggled to get air to his lungs.
“Look at me,” Lilith shook him slightly to ensure compliance. Steve stared at the fiery red eyes, still helplessly clawing at her rock like grip.
“I can be a nightmare or a valued ally, the choice is yours,” Lilith paused her hissing voice for strategic advantage. “But before you decide, I have something to show you.”
Still carrying Steve by her one handed throat grip, she marched down the hallway a couple of doors and shot putted Steve into the room. As he slid to a stop in the corner he could see Louise still shackled to the wrought iron bed. He jumped to his fiancée’s side, but was surprised by the happy smile she greeted him with. Louise looked content, happy to be restrained in this manner.
“What have you done to her,” Steve looked up for the first time since entering the room. Sapphire stood in the doorway. She wore her usual see through white cotton business shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows and a red heart shaped thong. Louise softly whistled her approval, further confusing Steve.
Louise gave Steve a cheeky wink, “If this is the one you’ve been seeing, I forgive you.” Sapphire approached the pair with the shackle key in her small hand. Lilith and Cliff followed behind her for back up, but Steve was beaten beyond fighting back. Turns out he has been screwing a vampire for years, knocked out, held captive, the fiancé turned to a vampire, blackmailed by another vampire who had almost choked him. He sat on the edge of the bed defeated while Sapphire and Cliff unshackled Louise and helped her from the room.
Lilith sat beside Steve with her hands on her thighs. “Now where were we? Ah that’s right, nightmare or ally? Do you remember?
Steve nodded his recollection to Lilith from his hunched position.
“You’re right,” Lilith continued,” We are vampires, aren’t you the smartie, but unlike the movies we don’t live on blood. Blood lust is only to convert female humans to vampires. We need living sperm to survive, either orally ingested or by absorption through the vaginal wall. In other words, we fuck to live. Now I have a job for you, you can replace the old doorman that you successful brushed past yesterday. He will be working in the gardens a better pace for his age. I will leave you here alone to get your head around that.” Lilith stood and walked out the door locking it after her.
Steve was fairly lost in confusion until Louise’s familiar touch brought back a few senses. He looked at her pretty round face and they embraced. “What have I got us into?” he whispered. “An adventure far greater than a life on the factory floor,” she whispered back. Steve held her shoulders at arm’s length, a confused frown wrinkling his brow.
“You’re a frigging vampire,” Steve exclaimed
Louise smiled, her face brighter than he’d ever seen before. She stood and held her hand towards the door. Sapphire walked in, squeezed Louise’s hand and continued through to Steve on the bed. She pushed him flat to his back and skilfully pulled his jeans to his knees. Steve lost sight of Sapphire as Louise, having pulled up her short plaid skirt, stepped over Steve’s face. Her pussy wet and swollen begged a silent plea for Steve’s tongue. He placed his mouth over her cunt and sucked in the fleshy folds. With his mouth full he jammed his tongue inside Louise. She hummed her approval and pushed down onto his face.
Sapphire had coaxed Steve hard and suggested that Louise ride his throbbing cock. The engorged head and hardened shaft were swallowed as Louise pushed herself down hard onto Steve’s groin. Steve was halfway through a groan of pleasure when Sapphire placed her brown nipples in his open mouth. There in that moment, lost in the simple pleasures of sex, Steve could see the adventures within the Happy House on Alexandra.

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Two Vietnamese families want the same apartment

The Apartment

Mai unrolled the wad of notes and peeled off $1200 in $100 notes.

“Four weeks rent at $150 and a month’s bond of $600. Just what my daughter Yen wants. Only a 100 metre walk to Uni and its furnished. She’s got 99.98 in her VCE and got into medicine. This means she will be so close to Uni and can study real hard”.

I nodded at the 35 year old Vietnamese women and her 18 year old daughter and 51 year old grandmother Binh. Mai was about 5 foot one, a little overweight with fullish breasts for a Vietnamese and although she made every effort to dress stylishly in her black slack suit and high heels they were definitely discount store and well used. A jade Buddha hang from her neck and my eyes picked up the fact she wore a gold bracelet but no wedding ring. Binh, her mother, was a very well preserved 51 and like her daughter Mai short and solid and was wearing traditional Ao Dai top and black slacks. Yen the daughter was taller and far slimmer than her mother and her tight designer hipster jeans and halter neck top emphasized this and showed the shape of her very small rounded tits. It all added up to a single mother going without herself to bring up and to give her daughter everything. I smiled to myself. Single divorced Viet women if they hadn’t left the marriage to move to another relationship had very little chance of remarrying. Maybe the flat would give me more than just income.

A few casual questions filled in the missing pieces. Yes, all three lived together, yes, she did sewing at home to bring up her daughter and look after her mother, she was country not city bred and therefore uneducated but wanted to make her English better, and she had been divorced for 14 years. I could feel my cock rising in anticipation and inwardly gave it 3 months before I fucked her, and her mother didn’t look too bad either. I fantasised about about the 2 of them together or even a Vietnamese sexfight between the 2 because at their age it was at least a 50% chance they had contested against another Viet women. It was a pity that the young generation raised in Australia had become westernized and no longer settled arguments or disputes in the traditional Vietnamese way.

“I have had an earlier verbal offer”, I ventured, thinking of the gratitude factor and reducing the time from 3 to 2 months, “but they haven’t turned up so it looks like the flat is yourrrrrrrrrrr”.

My voice tailed off as the flat door was flung open and 3 Viet women burst in.

“I’m Sang, and I spoke to you about the flat for my daughter Diep”.

Sang as my limited Vietnamese knew translated as “looking or behaving like upper class”, and she was perfectly named. 41 years old 5 ft 6 tall, fantastic face with a soft perm with golden streaks in her black hair, western nose job and eyes, firm subtlety enhanced 34C breasts, flat 22 inch stomach and rock hard 32 arse. Unlike most Vietnamese who, except for going out at night, prefer slacks, she had a calf length expensive black skirt about 28 inches around her hips (it was more than board tight) split on the right front to 10 inches above the knee. Again, unlike most Viet who use a hard padded Asian bra, hers was soft and her hard nipples pushed at her silk cross over top that cradled her large, for her slim frame, tits with a gold crucifix dangling between and left her shoulders and the top of her back uncovered.

The daughter Diep was a clone of Mai’s daughter. Apart from their faces most Viet teenagers look like they come off an assembly line. Slim, fashion conscious and proud of their beauty. The grandmother Van despite being 59 wore a tight mini, high heels and more jewellery than most families buy in two generations, and she too had been back to Vietnam for cosmetic surgery.

“Whatever they’re paying we’ll pay $50 a week more. My daughter needs this for her Medical studies”.

“No way bitch. You missed out. There’s the money on the table.” Replied Mai.

“Wrong peasant, I phoned earlier, it’s ours. You’re daughter is back out on the street where she belongs”.

“She got 99.98 entrance score. What did your slut get? I bet you bought her place.” Mai was referring to the contentious set up in Victoria whereby 80% of Uni places went on ability, the remaining 20% to those with lower marks who were willing to pay 3 times the standard Uni fee.

The bickering went back and forth before Van interrupted, “We’ve bought our Diep up the traditional way. Let your slut compete against her.”

Mai smiled. “You’ll regret it whore. Yen sleeps with me and I’ve taught her how to compete. I’ll eat your bitch for 15 minutes and the Doctor’s practice toy here can eat my Yen for 15. The girl who doesn’t cum wins the flat.”

Diep practically tore her tight hipster jeans off and a tiny yellow thong quickly followed as she glared hatred at Yen. She was completely shaven with a coiled snake tattoo above her mound. Lying on the bed she spread her legs wide and said to Mai

“Do your best, you fat ugly slug”.

Mai knelt and lowered her face into the 18 year old’s shaven pussy spreading it apart with her fingers before unleashing her tongue onto the proffered cunt. And what a tongue. I have never seen a longer one on a man or woman. Eve Gene Simmons of Kiss could not compare. Mai raked the whole length of Diep’s slit with the speed of a machine gun, quickly starting the teenager’s juices flowing and hardening her clit. Then she placed her thumbs inside Diep’s clit opening her tunnel and curling her tongue into a long U shaped tube she fucked her with her tongue. As Diep writhed Mai took her clit between her thumb and forefinger and rapidly diddled it as she continued her tongue fucking. It took 3 and a half minutes before Diep threw back her head and screamed

“I’m cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmming”.

Mai looked up triumphantly her face covered with Diep’s juices. But instead of stopping she leant forward and ripped off Diep’s top and undid her bra and tossed it aside.

“You won’t learn this at Uni, slut, and its free”.

Then she went to work using her curled tongue to fuck Diep, her right hand to manipulate and control her clit and her left on her exposed breasts and nipples. After 3 more orgasms Diep tried to squirm off the bed but the 51 year old grandmother held her down for the remaining 7 minutes which enabled Mai to wring another 9 orgasms from the twitching, out of control screaming teenager. Mai stepped out of her black slacks and lowered her black lace panties. A prominent mound, though not in the same class as a prime Filipina (I’m convinced that just as blacks have fuller cup sized tits and Asians disproportionately large thick nipples (perhaps because up to a few years ago families of over 8 were common) most Filipinas have cunts that sit out with their lips open displaying the oyster inside and a top example in a bikini is like half a grapefruit in their crotch.) was complemented by long straight fine hair instead of the usual curlies. She straddled the naked Diep and said,

“Play with the big girls and take the consequences”.

The smiling directly at Sang, squatted and pisssed over the teenager’s face, grunting with pleasure as she hosed her in the traditional Vietnamese woman’s victory celebration.

Gloating at the prostrate Diep, and encouraged by her mother and grandmother, Yen replaced her on the bed. She removed her thong which consisted of fine black silk front triangle and thong piece between her legs joined together by gold chains at the side. Like I said she was spoilt by her mother. Just like the other teenager Diep she had used the razor and her dark cunt lips were completely bare. Sang had Yen kneel on the bed and went to work on her from behind with her long fingers and soon we could see juices seeping out of Yen staining the bed cover. Soon she had four fingers in her stretched cunt while her thumb nail brushed, flicked and diddled Yen’s clit. Then she started on her exposed arsehole and worked two long fingers in. Rhythmically and ruthlessly she fucked Yen and after 3 minutes the teenager had tears in eyes as she drummed her feet on the bed and dug her fingers into the mattress straining not to cum. 15 seconds later she moaned

“I’m gonnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaa cuuuuuuuuu”.

Her orgasm was cut off before it happened by a shriek of pain as Sang had dug her filed thumbnail and index finger nail deep into her aroused clit. In the next 6 minutes Sang repeated the same thing 4 times: each time cutting off Yen’s orgasm with the pain of her nails on her clit as well as forcing more of her fingers into Yen’s arse. For the next four minutes she toyed with the teenager taking her over and over to the point of climax before stopping just short. All the time she kept looking at Mai and asking Yen if she wanted to cum. and each time the teenager moaned yes a tear formed in Mai’s eye. Finally Sang demanded Yen beg her to allow her to cum. All self respect gone Yen whimpered and managed to get out the words in a coherent manner

“Gotta cum, please, please pleeeeeeeeeease make me cum”

Triumphantly Sang fisted Yen’s arse and rapidly used her other hand to bring a prolonged quavering moan of orgasm from Yen before she pulled her fist from her and allowed Yen to collapse on the bed. Unbuttoning her incredibly tight skirt I could see why there was no panty or even thong line. She wore nothing underneath and her fuzz was shaved into a long thin strip pointed to her pierced clit which had 3 different length gold chains with diamonds at the end hanging from it. Standing a good metre from Yen she opened her thighs pushed her cunt forward and directed a long steady stream of piss at the exhausted, miserable and drained Yen and expertly traced a line of piss from the top of her head to her feet, the yellow stream bouncing off her body like rain in a thunder storm

Arguing broke out again until again Van said,

“It’s obvious. There are 3 of you and 3 of us. One on one. Two wins gets the flat”

However the flat was now secondary. It was rich v poor, city v country, Catholic v Buddhist. The two families couldn’t be more dissimilar or more united in their hatred of what the others stood for.

Yen and Diep faced each other. Diep naked except for her high heels, Yen still with her skimpy top on as well as her heels.

“This flat is mine, I’m going to fuck you silly.”

“Yeah, after I fuck you, I’ll fuck your boyfriend at the next Asia night at The Throb Disco”.

“At your private Catholic school all you did was fuck nuns, you wouldn’t know how to fuck a man.”

“Strip and we’ll start or do you want me to take it off you”.

Yen took off her top and padded bra to reveal her small tits still with their puffy nipples.

Diep laughed and taunted her, “Training bra, training bra, she’s hasn’t got a woman’s nipple yet”, she chanted fondling her own erect stubs.

Yen slapped Diep’s face “You fucking bitch, you want to catfight not sexfight”, Yen screamed.

“You’re on slut, that way I hurt then fuck you”

Incredible the change in generations. Most older Vietnamese valued their looks too much to catfight preferring to settle disputes by sexfighting, outdressing the other woman in public or seducing their man.

They circled each other, hands outstretched and ready to go. The two girls touched hands and interlocked their fingers, coming to grips in a test of strength. They moved in close and raised their hands up over their heads, glaring into each others’ eyes. Diep and Yen strained and struggled against each other in this hand lock, attempting to force each other’s hand back. Diep gave way a little and Yen moved forward forcing their breasts together, and their faces cheek to cheek. Yet Diep held firm and battled her opponent to a point where they were forced to bring their arms downward and to their sides, still locked at the fingers.

Toe to toe, they stood motionless in the room until Sang bellowed for her daughter Diep to kick. Diep took the advice and sent her high heeled shoe directly into Yen’ shin and raked it downwards causing Yen to scream like a wounded pig. Yen attempted to break free of the finger interlock, but Diep held her tight lashing out with her feet until Yen launched a vicious knee to Diep’ thigh, causing her to release her hold and stagger back a few steps. Yen limped away as Diep stalked her. With nowhere to flee, Yen stopped dead in her tracks and let Diep catch up to her. When she did, they began to fight in a hair pulling frenzy. Now since their hair was so long and straight they both grabbed two handfuls and fought at close quarters, moving in a slow motion dance towards the wall. Diep got Yen against the wall and rammed her head into it. Yen cried out in agony as her head met the hard wall. In a last quick effort to get free before her head was crashed into the wall again, she kneed her opponent in the cunt, and Diep, caught off guard fell moaning to the floor. Yen, exploded with a string of profanity as she pulled the fallen Diep to her feet ready to inflict some payback. But just as Yen grabbed hold of her hair to drive her into the wall Diep managed to get her finger nails into Yen’s cheeks and raked her viciously leaving four bloody trails down her face.

Howling “My face, my face”, Yen rushed to the mirror to examine the damage and Diep screaming like a banshee tackled her from behind knocking her to the ground belly up. Immediately she sat on Yen immobilizing her with her weight on her belly, and pinned her arms with her knees. Then she repeatedly slapped her bleeding face triumphantly yelling, “The whole of Med school and The Big Throb nightclub will hear this and see your scars and know its for real, bitch”, before methodically squeezing her tits and puffy nipples till the tearful medical student cried for mercy.

Diep reversed her position and mounted the defeated Yen’s facing her feet and lowered her spread cunt onto Yen’s face rubbing and pleasuring herself to orgasm. Between her moans and shudders as the approaching orgasm hit her she managed to use her mobile to take photos of her victory.

One victory to the Do family. Next up were the two grandmothers. The older Van was already taunting Binh as she quickly undressed. She was what we in Australia call mutton done up as lamb (ie the butcher selling old tough meat as young tender lamb) and had tried everything to reverse the aging process.

“While you were riding water buffalo and knee deep in the paddies I was studying at the Sorbonne in Paris. This is just like old times when I used to fuck the peasant servants for fun”.

Like most Catholic Vietnamese the Do family had been close to the French and the Catholic regime the USA propped up to combat Communism and were usually wealthy. The Chinese minority shopkeepers were next in line and the bulk of the population- the Buddhists the poorest.

As Binh struggled to get her Ao Dai top off Van struck grabbing her from behind and tore open her slacks, before sliding her hand down her panties and slipping two eager fingers inside her now totally open, naked pussy. They filled Binh up and soon she was groaning as the 59 year Van pumped wildly, her arm a blur. The heat and thickness between her legs flowed over her belly and chest and she was nearly exploding, her upper body trapped and her sopping pussy under Van’s control. Next Van used her other hand to cup Binh’s breasts, still encased in their white cotton bra, release the bra clasp and push the cups up and off, turn Binh around and lean down with her full, red lips parted and take the already hardening tip of her right breast into her mouth. Van pulled the sagging breast into her mouth and her tongue lashed the now stiff, growing nipple.

Binh moaned and Van felt her hand covered by her juices. Binh was nearly cumming and Van switched tits and Binh’s belly jumped as the electric sparks set her pussy on fire. Desperately Binh leapt in the air and jumped back, anything to break free of Van’s control. They both hit the floor with a thud and separated. Binh tore off her top that had been covering her face and rolled on top of Van.

Binh quickly hooked her right leg over and worked it between Van’s legs. Van tried to work her arms under Binh’s, but Binh had raised herself up partway and her upper body added to the weight. Plus, she had worked her other hand down between her legs. Binh moved her own leg out of the way, just enough for her strong fingers to suddenly start rubbing Van’s pussy with strong, knowing strokes. Van squirmed around and tried to get away, but Binh’s strong arm and legs held her fast. She was helpless for the moment, but she twisted around as much as she was able until she was able to get her left hand over to Binh’s hair and she started to pull.

Binh turned her head to ease the pressure, but she kept up her relentless poking and rubbing of Van’s cunt and managed to work one sharp-nailed index finger into her cunt channel, and Van felt Binh’s thumb slide along her hairy vulva. Then, to her horror, Binh’s thumb found her clit. She couldn’t help herself. Pinned like this, her own hands ineffectual, she found that Binh’s handwork was getting a total response. She felt her pussy moisten, the labial lips start to swell and soften. The sheath of her clitoris started to lengthen under Binh’s expert handiwork and her juices were flowing freely. Only the continual pulling of Binh’s hair caused the younger grandmother to break off and roll away.

But Binh still had the advantage and quickly swept the lighter older Van’s feet from under her knocking her onto her back. Binh went quickly on hands and knees to Van’s legs, and shoved them apart. Van tried to rise, but Binh pushed her back down with a strong hand between her breasts. Binh spread Van’s legs apart in wide split. Van’s engorged labia separated, and the hard wet erect clit was framed by the lips. Binh spread her own legs and positioned her pussy above Van’s. She held Van’s shoulders down with arms as she lowered her dark-haired cunt onto Van’s.

Van was helpless. She felt Binh start to hump her in a ruthless methodical fashion. She tried to push her off, to no avail. She was completely pinned.

Binh said, “Feel it, whore. That’s my pussy. Feel that clit? Do you feel it? Oh, you are so fucking gonna cum and cum when I want it.”

Their breasts were mashed together. Binh rubbed her upper body against Van as they continued their tribadistic dance. Van whimpered as she felt Binh’s erect nipples slide along her tender breasts. Van gambled on one last effort. She raised her hands to Binh’s face and brought it down to a passionate open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues wrestled together with sensuous urgency. Van’s hips pressed upward to meet the descending beat of Binh’s, their pussies meeting in wet squelching slaps.

Binh raised her upper body from Van’s as she slammed her crotch down. Their faces were twisted into lustful masks, their eyes closed shut as they concentrated on the feeling of their cunts coming together. Suddenly the 59 year old Van arched her back and came. She cried out in a high-pitched voice that filled the room.

“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gooooooooooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhd Noooooooooooooooooo”

Her juices spat out of her pussy and spotted the carpet. Binh yelled seconds later as her orgasm exploded from her cunt, spurting her sex fluids onto Van’s already sodden mound.

Their hips bucked against each other as the powerful climax shook them. They wrapped their arms around each other, heads tight against the other’s shoulders, as their sex dams burst. But Binh kept fucking and shouting incoherent obscenities as Van writhed quivered and screamed her second and third orgasms.

For some moments they lay still, Binh resting limply on top of Van, her hips still between Van’s thighs. Then the dark-haired woman groaned, and slid off. She crawled to Van’s face and swung a solid thigh across Van and sunk her cunt over Van’s face. Then she methodically arranged her cunt so it covered Van’s open mouth as she gasped for air. Then her gut muscles contracted and a smile split her face as the first flow of her golden juice started. Van coughed and spluttered as Binh’s piss filled her mouth and tried to wrench her face away but the 51 year old held her face still and forced her mouth open and continued to piss and piss and piss, holding Van’s nose so she had to swallow to breathe.

The Nguyen family was victorious so the score was one each as Mai and Sang agreed the final battle would be to the finish . The winner to be the one who was able to take the key from the table and unlock the door.

Mai clamped her lips to Sang’s and they frenched each other hotly, hands running over each other’s bodies. But Mai’s tongue was an incredible weapon and it pushed Sang’s aside and forced its way partly down her throat. Gagging Sang pulled her head way exposing her firm tits and Mai moved down and kissed her neck, moved down further and then sucked on Sang’s stiff nipples, holding the bent backwards Sang’s wrists so she could not retaliate. She worked on each tit in turn forcing Sang backwards to a chair, parting her legs and burying her head between her legs. She sucked and licked at her Sang’s cunt, working her prehensile tongue into her moist interior, working her over just like she did earlier with Sang’s daughter Diep

Mai slowly used her hot tongue to run up and down the now very swollen outer lips. Sang gasped at the touch of the hot wet tongue and groaned loudly. Mai continued to lick. Sang was now dripping as she got hotter and hotter. Mai drove her tongue deep inside Sang’s now fully inflamed box. As she did, she ran a hand up down her belly to her own opening and pushed three fingers in as deep as they would go. Her groan was muffled deep in Sang’s cunt. Sang’s legs were wrapped over the arms of the chair and she levered her pelvis up again and again to meet the thrusting tongue. Her arms gripped the chair in spastic clenches as Mai’s tongue lapped out the copious lubrication now pouring from Sang’s pussy.

Sang’s face was a continuous motion of lust driven contortions as her sex drive kicked into overtime and she began to build rapidly to an orgasm. Even in her own rapid climb to orgasm. Mai sensed the pending explosion and began to flick Sang’s clit with her tongue each time she came up for air. And then Sang gave a grunt, the breath was driven from her by a massive release as her orgasm took her by storm. Her pelvis mashed her pussy tight against Mai’s eager mouth and a wild groan announced her rapidly approaching orgasm to the world. Mai continued to suck on the swollen clit and Sang immediately released again.

“Oh yeah,” Sang panted, “Oh my, that’s hot. Suck my cunt. Lick it, uuuh. Shit that’s good!”

Mai slurped noisily, reaching round and clenching Sang’s firm buttocks, licking hungrily and delighting in the way Sang’s legs and belly quivered as she climaxed.

“Fuck, I’m cumming,” Sang moaned, quietly, “I’m cumming with this slut’s tongue in my cunt. Shit that’s hot, oh fuck oh fuck. Uuuuh!”

Mai came up for breath and gloated. “You’re as easy as your daughter. Money doesn’t make you a woman here one on one”

With her short black hair disheveled and cunt juice slathered on her lower jaw the 35 year old looked a winner as she again spread Sang’s legs and got on her knees and elbows between the 41 year old’s thighs. She ate out her cunt thoroughly, curling and driving her tireless tongue into her cunt, making wet smacking and sucking noises. Four more orgasms came with Sang’s firm belly rippling as her orgasms spasmed through her body. Her proud beautiful face was lolling from side to side, mouth open as saliva dribbled from it. But Mai became overconfident and went rigid as a telegraph pole when Sang drove a long middle up her arse hole as she ventured too close. Sang the used her large diamond ring to quickly scrape Mai’s nipples and clit. She quickly followed up by wrapping a leg scissors round Sang’s waist who tried to raise herself up on her arms. This caused her cunt to scrape along the front of Mai’s who then used her short shaven stubble to repeatedly rake Mai’s cunt.

Sang brought her upper body down sharply. Her breasts slammed down onto Mai’s large full tits, and Mai gasped in shock. Sang felt a small hot needle of triumph. She raised her body again, and pushed it down, again trying to pound Mai’s large heavy breasts with her own smaller but firmer tits. Her nipples were also larger stiffer and harder and Mai made several gasping whoops as Sang drilled her tits up and down into Mai’s. Still on top she reached behind her and found Mai’s cunt.

Mai’s breath was tight and her belly was tightening as Sang’s fingers found all her hot spots. Sang’s expert manipulation had every nerve in her pussy and belly screaming. She was on fire. Mai’s eyes closed and she sighed and groaned a bit.

“Should I stop?” Sang demanded, her fingers still busy, sensing Mai’s need to be finished off.

Mai knew she should say no because she was in a contest in front of her family. But it felt so fucking good. And her pussy was clearly in charge at the moment. She was too far gone to just stop.

“UUuuuuuuuuuuhnnnnnnnnn oooooooooooooo” Sang responded to Mai’s reply by now sliding two of her long fingers and carefully polished and buffed red nails deep into the inflamed cunt. Very slowly, she pumped and watched the strong emotions of lust flicker across Mai’s face in reaction. Sang loved to watch her rival’s face as she fucked them and her own belly tightened in response to Mai’s now uninhibited display. The feeling of power over Mai was overwhelming and she was tingling. The heat of the pussy gripping her fingers in spasms was another immense turn on.

“AAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Mai’s orgasm tailed off, but with Sang controlling her cunt and arse with her fingers, her tits with her mouth as she held her immobile in her leg scissors she was helpless and responded and came again and again in the next 40 minutes.

Sang stopped and released her scissors and stood up stretching like a panther over Mai who lay curled in a fetal position whimpering to herself. Sang pulled Mai’s arse in the air towards the foot of the bed. Mai’s cunt was hot and wet, hanging between her legs and under her spread arse, winking up at Sang. Taking the rod of the vacuum cleaner, Sang got onto the end of the bed, directly behind Mai. Sang bent down and ate out Mai’s cunt from behind, licking that moist slit deeply whilst stroking her own clit triumphantly. Eventually Sang knelt up and placed one hand on her Mai’s arse whilst the other hand gripped the shaft of the aluminum rod. She teased Mai by rubbing the head of the big tube over her wet cunt lips. Then she entered her, gliding the first few inches into her and feeling her body tense before her. Gripping Mai’s hips firmly Sang pushed the as much of the cleaning rod in, sinking at least nine-inches in to her. Sang was delighted. She shook with lust, humping herself against Mai’s leg whilst driving the rod up into Mai’s cunt even further.

“I’m cumming,” Mai panted, as Sang pulled on her nipples, “Ouch I’m gonna cum…yeah…fuck…” as she collapsed barely able to watch as Sang took the key from the table and unlocked the door.

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I am fortunate. I have a great house, a high paying job and a sexy woman who loves me. My lover is absolutely to die for. She’s five foot eight; 145 pounds and a fiery redhead, not to mention stacked and has all the curves in the right places. She stays at home and operates her websites. They range from free sites to a cam site, featuring her of course.

I came home from work late one evening and she had cooked dinner. I felt absolutely awful that I missed it. I could tell she was upset as well. As I munched on the leftovers I thought of a way to repay her. The light bulb went off. “Baby, I’m going to be in the bathroom for a bit, my tummy isn’t feeling well.” All right, not romantic, but she won’t bother me in there either. I hurried into our room and made for the master bath.

I poured some vanilla scented bubble bath into our sunken garden tub. I was careful not to make too much noise, and eased the faucet open, first the hot water then the cold. I kept the bath water running at what sounded like the sink running. I didn’t want her getting any ideas. I searched for the lighter, gathered the candles in the bedroom, and brought them back to the bathroom. All right, 12 candles in all. If only I had some flowers. I remembered the roses I bought for her the other day, but they were in the dining room.

I peaked out of the bedroom and looked into the long hall. She wasn’t there. With any luck she was in her office. I made my way to the dining room and grabbed the vase. Once back in the bathroom I turned up the water. It wasn’t filling fast enough. I positioned all the candles around the tub and sprinkled the rose petals around the candles, on the floor and in the bubbly water. As soon as the water level was deep enough I turned off the flow and dimmed the lights.

“Baby?” I hollered down the hallway. “I need your help with something.” I knew she’d be right there, so I stripped down completely, poised myself among the lit candles, and rose petals. As she rounded the corner and saw me, she gasped. “Oh lover, is this for me?” I simply nodded. I got up from the perch along the tub and walked over to her, my breasts gently swayed with every step. I began to undress her as I placed a soft kiss against her cheek. “I’m so sorry I was late, baby. Can you forgive me?” She grinned a wicked little grin. “Only if you can prove that you’re sorry, lover.”

She drove me crazy when she did that. I felt my blood race through my body as I continued to undress her. Her wicked grin still in my head. Once she was naked I helped her into the warm bubbly water and followed right behind her. As the water slowly covered my body, the scent of the candles and rose petals filled the air. We sat facing each other. There was plenty of room in here for both of us to stretch out. I slid my foot up the inside of her calf slowly reaching higher to her thigh, finally reaching her wet bush and lightly wiggled my big toe against her lips.

I reached over to the side of the tub and grabbed the sponge. I had her turn her back to me while I added soap to the sponge. Once lathered and completely soapy, I let the sponge glide across her back leaving a trail of soap bubbles behind. She brought her arm up to hold her hair up off her neck. Slowly I worked the sponge along her back and neck making sure not to miss a spot and carefully guided the sponge along her side and around to her breasts.

I pressed my breasts against her soapy back as I worked the sponge around, over and in between her perfect tits with one hand and with the other I lightly rolled her nipple between my fingers. Her light moans were like music to my ears, begging me to go further. I let my free hand wander and found her mound. I slowly slipped my index finger in between her lips and heard her gasp. I grinned to myself as I continued further. I gently began to stroke her clit with my index finger as my middle finger found her tight hole. I quickly penetrated her. I felt her squeeze against my finger, her warm walls surrounding my finger. She reached back, laid her palm flat against my mound, and began to rub, her middle finger rubbing along the length of my clit.

I moaned lightly into her ear as I gently nibbled her neck and earlobe. It felt so good; our bodies pressed against each other, stroking each other’s clits. As I quickened the pace with my finger she increases hers. Before too long both of us were grinding against each other’s hands. Our moans blended together as we brought each other closer and closer to climaxing. The water in the tub splashed around as we grinded faster and rubbed harder, the floor was soaked.

She was the first to peak. I felt her body tense up and her pussy spasmed around my finger. She arched her back, pressing her shoulders back into my breasts as my fingers continued to work her clit. As her climax began to subside her fingers came alive again and began to stroke feverishly along my clit, rolling it in between her fingers. I leaned back against the slant of the tub and she quickly turned to face me, never once letting her fingers leave my throbbing clit. She plunged her middle finger deep into my hole and rubbed my entire clit with the heel of her palm.

I felt my climax build again. She leaned forward and kissed me deeply, our tongues mingling in my mouth, her breasts lightly rubbing against mine. She broke off our kiss and put her cheek to mine. She softly whispered, “I wanna hear you cum, lover. Cum for me.”

She knew that drove me nuts and she used it often. In and out of my hole went her middle finger; my swollen clit couldn’t take much more. My moans grew louder and more desperate as I reached my climax. My body shivered, causing the water to ripple, as my climax washed over my body. She slowed her pace as she worked me down from my high.

She leaned forward to kiss me again and giggled. “You can be late any time you want to lover. Especially if this is what I get in return!”

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Master Rocky parties with his old & young submissives at Denise’s house

Denise was on her knees in her living room , dressed in black thong panties & see thru bra with short heeled slippers giving her Master Rocky head , Rocky was watching the four ladies on the other sofa . Who were currently french-kissing & necking , all of them were dressed in thong bikinis & short 3inch heels , all also were wearing their slut dog-collars with no leash . It was Saturday afternoon&Bill , Denise’s cuckold hubby was at the golf course. So while he got a bj from the female owner of the house . Rocky was getting super stiff as he watched his wife Cindy & her mom lovingly kiss in their taboo embrace, that went double for Juanita who was making out with her mother Esperanza. Rocky now wanted to wack off , so Dee started licking his ball sack & asshole. She had a gifted tongue . The ladies were still making out when Rocky decided to cum all over Denise’s face. Covered in her master’s jism , Cindy , Juanita , Nina & Esperanza shared in the man dessert by licking Denise’s face & french kissing the old slut . After they were done Rocky told them to take a quick shower & join him the bedroom.All were told to bring their leashes & undress but still wear their heels& dog collars.

Chapter 1 – In the BEDROOM

Cindy was collared & leashed, as was her bff Juanita . Cindy was licking her husband’s ass while Juanita blew Master Rocky’s big meat stick. Denise was hogtied & Rocky had put her in the closet , Nina & Esperanza were leashed,ballgagged & hogtied to each other in the other bedroom . As Rocky got stiffer from Juanita’s bj he decided he was gonna fuck both young ladies up the ass , usually he fucked the old bitches anally , but today these 20something bitches were gonna be nailed in their butt holes before he sent the two whores to the mall to do some shopping . For a few seconds , Cindy stopped asslicking , & Juanita stopped cocksucking while he went & got Denise out of the closet , he untied the dumb whore & immediately he told her to lick his wife & Juanita’s assholes. Once their shitpipes were lubed with Dee’s spit , Master Rocky fucked Cindy’s ass first & then Juanita’s alternating back & forth , he also had Dee shove her big tits in his mouth every once in awhile for even more excitement . Instead of jizzing in Cindy or Juanita’s asspipe he creamed all over Cindy’s ass & had Denise lick his cock cream off his wife’s butt. Master Rocky told Cindy to go do some grocery shopping & take Juanita with her , As for Denise it was her house & he had more plans for her . Cindy & Juanita washed up & put on their civilian clothes & went to the store.Denise also took a shower & Rocky told her to join him ( nude ) in the other bedroom.

Chapter 2- The Mothers are in The Other Bedroom

Nina was ballgagged , collared , leashed & wearing heels , she had been hogtied for 1.5 hrs &now had been untied , but was watching Denise lick Rocky’s rear end while Esperanza sucked her Master’s monster dong . Her pussy was so wet Nina thought . She really wanted her son-in-law / master to fuck her hard . She could see that Rocky was now hard , so it was a relief to her when Rocky told Denise to take off her ballgag & her son-in-law started skullfucking her roughly without any mercy . While she could now see that Dee & Esperanza were now in a lezzie 69 with the older & shorter Denise on top . Nina hoped Rocky would fuck her pussy or even her ass today , she was so fucking horny . So when he withdrew his prick from her oral cavity she was slightly disappointed until she realized that Esperanza was now licking her butthole . While Denise was being a fluffer & giving Rocky more head to make sure he was super stiff when he shoved his penis up her anal canal . Esperanza lubed up Nina’s asspipe & Rocky shoved his meat stick up his mother-in-law’s butt. Stuffed like a xxx goose , Nina squealed like a pig , after all Rocky laughed that was what she was a FuckPig as were Denise & Esperanza . After about 15minutes of furious ass drilling , Master Rocky ,withdrew & turned Nina over &sprayed her face with his man gunk . Denise , Esperanza & Nina shared the man dessert by licking & tasting each other’s tongues (with some very taboo& nasty french kissing ) Once they were finished , all three were dragged by their leashes into the nearby bathroom where Master Rocky proceeded to douse them all with piss , covered in their master’s urine from head to toe , the once respectable married housewives , thanked their Master (like they had done many times before) , for humiliating them & making them orgasm.

Chapter 3

Sheila opened her mouth & Rocky urinated down her throat , Sheila swallowed & thanked her son / master for her drink . Rocky had dropped by for breakfast & was drinking a morning coffee while he pissed in her mouth . Rocky told Sheila to get off her knees , she was topless , was wearing a pair of mom jeans with running shoes( not very sexy but Rocky didnt care ) Rocky decided he’d first suck on Sheila’s slightly saggy matronly breasts for awhile ,& then he’d titfuck his mom (until he decided what he’d do for the rest of the day). Maybe he’d bring Sheila with him he thought & they’d go to the mall & pick up some slutty 20year old bitch & Sheila could eat her cunt.

Hey READERS what would you like to happen next in Chapter 21 ??? Any suggestions leave them with your comments ???

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A uniquely set story of two women who find love in tough circumstances and overcome surprising odds

Chapter 1
fifteen year old Lecretia Della Rizzi lay huddled for warmth. She was half delirious, soaked from the rain and chilled down to her core. But she preferred this to what was waiting for her back home.

Suddenly she felt two hands wrap gently around her shoulders. She knew without a doubt that they weren’t the rough hands of a man, but the soft hands of a woman. Even in her exhaustion their touch seemed to stir up some mysterious desire in her flesh. They were warm and soothing on her bare skin. Maybe she had just imagined them, but they made her feel safe, and she could conjure no strength do anything but put all of her trust in them. Suddenly she heard a silky voice whispering in her ear and opened her eyes to see a woman’s face.

“Hello. It’s going to be all right. I’m Mesalina.” Lecretia had been running all night and was so exhausted she could only nod her head feebly. “You nearly died of the cold. I found you huddled behind the barn.” She was now dry and wrapped in a blanket. “You have nowhere to go?” She shook her head listlessly. Mesalina’s hands were still soothing Lecretia’s trembling skin. Even in this state, the attention that this woman was giving her made her briefly aware of a fluttering in her stomach, and a brief tingling between her thighs. It only lasted for a split second. She hoped it would pass. It was like when she saw a pretty girl at the market. She couldn’t explain it, and it troubled her. “I think I might be able to help you.” Lecretia let her head drop weakly into Mesalina’s lap. She had no choice but to trust her. She needed help. She surrendered. She didn’t care what happened anymore. Anything was better than what was waiting for her back home.

Since Lecretia was little her father worked her to the bone as a milkmaid, and he sold the milk, butter and cheese at the market.
She went to mass every Sunday. She loved the incense, the choir, the windows, and the arched vaulting in the ceiling. She seldom listened to the priest and didn’t like the way he shouted. The cathedral stood in the center of the village of Muro di Pietra, with a steeple for all to see and bells for all to hear. All of the other buildings were sagging, and dismal, but the cathedral was the people’s pride. Lecretia felt honored to be in its presence.

What she loved most of all was a painting in the center of the altar. It was of a bloodied man nailed to two beams of wood being carried down a crowded road. She hadn’t listed to the priest enough to know with certainty, who the man was, but for some reason she couldn’t take her eyes off of it. She felt immediately sorry for him and was transfixed by the paint strokes. They were as luminous as the stained glass. His bloody naked body was so vivid and life-like it was made beautiful. It seemed there was some innate feeling in her that was so stirred by the painting it made her insides ache. She couldn’t explain it. She would sit in her pew and dream of being an artist as great as whoever painted the altarpiece.

Her mother had died when she was a small child and her father, Jacopo della Rizzi said it was because of the falling sickness; she perished of epileptic fits. There was no further need for explanation because she could still remember them; her mother collapsing and going rigid, her limbs trembling and her body writhing, and the incoherent mumbling afterwards.
Father Bellicci at first concluded that the fits were brought on by demons. After several unsuccessful attempts to cast them out, he moved onto other remedies.

“This,” said father Bellicci, giving Jocopo a ring “is made of iron and carries the blessing of St. valentine. It cures falling sickness.” Jacopo sought remedy after remedy until his wife finally went into a fit on the floor and writhed until her face turned blue and her body went cold and still for good.

From that day on they never went to mass again. Jacopo began to beat Lecretia, and forced her to milk and tend the cows from sunup to sundown. He drank away their wages and left Lecretia cold and hungry.
She thought of the painting at the altar. The man’s ribs were protruding and gnarled like dead branches and in them she saw her own hunger. His eyes were rolled back in pain and in the man’s eyes she saw her own suffering.

“Why don’t we go to mass again?” She asked Jacopo timidly. Jacopo’s eyes suddenly brimmed with hatred, but he kept his composure.

“You’re dumb aren’t you, little whelp? Do you even know what Father Bellicci preaches about every Sunday?” Lecretia looked down, her face red, and shyly dug her toe into the dirt. She didn’t want to be called dumb and longed to prove her father wrong, but realized that she had no idea what father Bellicci preached about, since she never listened. “He preaches about giving to the poor! Why then, does he try to build the grandest cathedral in all of Italy while the peasants go hungry?” Lecretia didn’t know.
“He’s a damn liar!”

“The choir boys, they have the voices of angels, no? Why do their voices never change? Their voices never get deeper as they age. Why?” Lecretia didn’t know. “Because they’ve been castrated like steers.” He paused for a moment to relish the horror on Lecretias face. “Father Bellicci preaches about chastity while he fucks the altar boys. What do you think he’d do to your cunt if he got the chance?” Lecretia said nothing. She never asked about mass again.

Lecretia was now fifteen years old. She was thin from hunger, but her eyes were large and bright and her hair almost black. She still thought of the altarpiece and dreamed of the day she could meet the artist and praise him for his subtle brilliance.

She once traced the form of the dying man onto a scrap of wood using a piece of lead. She was concentrating on capturing the curves of his form and the expression on his face from memory when her father walked into the barn.
Jacopo was accompanied by his neighbor, Giovanni D’antonio. Their lips were stained purple with wine.

“You never told me you were an artist, little whelp. Why, this could be a gift for the Medici! Fit for the popes ceiling!” he said with a smirk. With that, he snapped it in half over his knee then, threw the pieces into manure.

“You should send her to Florence to apprentice the great Michelangelo!” Giovanni slurred drunkenly.
Jacopo flung her into the stall of his tired old mare and threw a shovel at her knocking her backwards into the filth. “Make yourself of use! No more of this silly scribbling!”

Later that day as always, she met her father at the market to bring home the leftover milk that hadn’t been sold. The jug was just as heavy as always, and it took all the strength she could conjure just to keep her body upright. Her head slumped in effort, she glanced absent-mindedly at a pair of feet in polished leather boots that stopped in front of her.

“Hello Lecretia.” She looked up and what she saw bewildered her. It was Marco santacelli; the richest man in Muro Di Pietra, and he had addressed her by name. She dropped her head.
“H-hello.” She stammered meekly.
“Does your father have any cheese left to sell?”
“N-no. He sold it all” and he nodded
“Ah. That’s a shame. I’ll ask him tomorrow.” She didn’t respond. She stared dumbly as he walked away trying to make sense of the encounter. Why did he know her name? When she had recovered from the bewilderment her eyes happened to glimpse the waist length blonde hair of Mia Liberto. Her stomach fluttered. She barely knew Mia and these feelings perplexed and troubled her.

Still disoriented, her eyes fell upon Filippa Materazzi and her brother Sandro. She Froze. Hopefully they hadn’t seen her. Maybe if she walked away fast enough they wouldn’t notice. Their father Dante Materazzi was one of the richest men in the village and whenever they saw her, they taunted her mercilessly. Suddenly the milk jug was snatched from her shoulder and when Lecretia reached for it she was knocked off of her feet onto her back, producing a startled yelp.
“Squeals like a rat!” remarked Sandro.

Filippa was older than Lecretia. She looked about eighteen and was easily twice her size.
“Hello, little Lecretia!” she beamed mockingly. “Coming from the market? Did you make enough money to eat today? I noticed you talking to Marco Santachelli. Do you really think He’d want a poor milkmaid?” Lectretia stared, not quite comprehending her question. “We have a dim little peasant girl here, haven’t we? rumor has it, little Lecretia, that he’s looking for a wife. Don’t waste your breath, little peasant. He’ll take a rich girl.” She got timidly to her feet and raised the milk jug back to her shoulder.

“H-he wanted to buy cheese.” Filippa smirked, and Lecretia prayed they would let her leave in peace but Filippa continued to follow her.
“Haven’t seen you at mass in a while, little Lecretia. Why’s that?” When she didn’t answer she was deliberately tripped and her face landed in the mud and the milk sloshed all over her. They howled with mirth. “Just trying to keep you virtuous, little milkmaid!”

Lecretia dreaded returning home with the empty milk jug, but what she saw froze her where she stood. Marco Santacelli was seated facing Jacopo, and from what she could tell they’d been discussing a serious matter. When their eyes fell on her she scurried out of the room.
“How old is she?” Marco asked
“fifteen,”
“Has she bled yet?”
“yes.”
She listened in a cold panic. Suddenly Filippa’s words ran through her head; “He’ll take a rich girl,” and they gave her some comfort.
“Was her mother healthy? Was she fertile?”

“She was at first very fertile. She became pregnant within two weeks of marriage. She was very healthy too. She developed fits from the falling sickness, but that was all my doing. I swear she didn’t pass on any bad blood to Lecretia. You see, I had hoped so much for a son. I had waited all those months. When I was handed a daughter it so angered me. I pushed her mother down the stairs. I hadn’t meant to knock her down a whole flight, but I didn’t know my own strength. She hit her temple and was out cold for the rest of the day. That’s when the fits started. It was caused by the fall. Before that she had been healthy.”

Lecretia had never been told this and it turned her stomach. To her further horror, Marco gave a snort of amusement. “I always say women are to be used like chamber pots! Hidden away once a man has pissed in them!” They both erupted into roaring laughter.

“Whenever her mother she had a fit, she had a miscarriage. I took her to the priest because that lying old jackass said he could cure her falling sickness. I took her to mass every Sunday! Really all I wanted was a son.”

“very well! Where is she?” They found her huddled on the floor where she’d sat listening.

“Lecretia,” said Jacopo bending over. “Marco santacelli has asked for your hand in marriage.” She stared numbly.

“I don’t need a rich girl,” said Marco. “I’ve been watching you for a while at the market, and you’ve caught my eye. I’ve married and buried several well-connected girls. Two died in childbirth, and one died of a fever. I’ve made enough alliances for the time being. I have plenty of money and a rich man should have a pretty wife. I don’t need a large dowry. “

“From now on,” brayed Jacopo, “It will be nothing but silver, gold and pearls for you, little milkmaid! Feather beds! Crystal glasses! Ambergris! And a house fit to entertain the Medici!”

“Now Jacopo, if you don’t mind I’d like to get a look at her.” At those words, Jacopo left them alone together. Marco studied her appraisingly. She looked at him furtively. He was twice her age, His teeth were yellowed with a blackened crust in the gaps. An enormous hairy gut spilled over the top of his trousers, which he never bothered to cover with his shirt. She couldn’t help but feel repulsed. At last he spoke.

“You’re very pretty, Lecretia.” He began to tug at her clothes, loosening her dress. She tried to pull away, but he held her still. He ignored her whimpers and continued to undress her.
“Your father says you’ve bled?” She nodded.
“You’re fertile?”
“I-I don’t know!” She whimpered.
“As soon as we’re wedded we’ll find out, I have no sons either.” Finally she stood trembling and naked, squirming under his gaze. Then he started to run his hands over her body.

“First, lets make sure you’re a virgin!” One hand clutched her young breast and the other went between her thighs and prodded where she was most tender. She felt a panic welling up.
He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to her knees. He held her by the hair. He unbuttoned his trousers. He pressed her face closer to him.

“Don’t worry. This doesn’t spoil your virginity, my little peasant. You’ll still have some worth.”
He smelled rotten. Her mind was reeling. Her limbs flailed outwards in shock. She had launched herself away from him and she bolted clumsily out of the room and down the hall. Jacopo simply gaped in astonishment but he was standing between her and the door. She seized a wine bottle and hurled it through the window, and launched herself through the shattering glass.
She looked down in a frenzy to discover she was still naked. She savagely tore a curtain from the window and ran. She ran past the market. Faces gaped in amazement, but she ran past them.

“What have we here? Little lecretia!” a familiar voice gloated.
“Stop her!” roared Jacopo.

She was suddenly thrown to the ground. She squirmed frantically and finally freed herself from the grasp of Filippa Materazzi. She wrestled the curtain from Filippa’s hands as she bellowed with pitiless amusement.

She ran past the cathedral and straight out of Muro di Pietra. Her legs began to ache, then they went numb. Every time she thought of stopping she heard shouting and saw a dim glimmer of torches. The clatter of hooves. Cold rain stung her body. She did not know how long she had been running but she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. She ran as fast as she could past sundown and all through the night, refusing to let her body collapse, while the icy rain chilled her blood and numbed her to the core.

She looked up to see a dark shape looming in front of her. She was stiff and weak. Her vision was clouding over. Her mind was foggy. Her hand met splintered wood. There was a triangular roof. A door. If she knocked might someone come for her? Might someone help her? If she just knocked…

There was hay. There came a soft neigh from inside. A horse? It was a barn… It shielded her from the razor-sharp wind, and the rain. She would rest here for a little while. Just for a little while…

Chapter 2
It was Mesalina Pompeo who found Lecretia. Who brought her inside the barn and wrapped her in a blanket to rest.
Suddenly the blanket was pulled off of her and the cold prickled her skin.
“You found her behind the barn, Mesalina? Why doesn’t she have any clothes?”
“I don’t know. That’s how I found her.”
“I don’t want her. She’s skin and bones. She looks like she could barely lift a candlestick. Send her back outside.”

Lecretia listened lethargically to the two speakers not quite comprehending that they were talking about her. She vaguely remembered Mesalina, and her soothing hands, and dimly recalled that Mesalina had promised to help her somehow… She hoped she would…

“It won’t be hard to fatten her up. What’s your name?” She was gently nudged, and realized that she’d been asked a question.
“Lecretia Della Rizzi.” She murmured softly.

“This is Severina Sacci,” she said indicating an older woman next to her. “She’s looking for a maid. Are you willing to work? She has an extra bed in the servant’s quarters.” She nodded. She would do anything to get out of this cold…

“I told you she’s too thin. I don’t want her,” said Severina. “Help me get her back outside. You can’t stay here, girl. I don’t give to charity. I won’t take in just any peasant child off the street.” Lecretia’s mind was reeling as Severina began to drag her and was rapidly beginning to comprehend what was happening. She didn’t want to go back outside. She managed to muster the last of her strength and resist Severina with new-found urgency. She would do anything…

“I’ll work for free!” she heard herself cry. Severina released her limp body and she fell like deadweight to the ground. “I’ll do anything you ask.”
“Anything? Well…” said Severina begrudgingly. “Lets get her inside and let Lorenzo look her over and decide.”
“No harm in that.”

They wrapped the blanket around her shoulders and each took an arm, when she was brought inside she fell onto a polished wooded floor. Severina wrenched the blanket out of her grasp, and she looked her over. Lecretia looked down, unable to meet their gaze.

“She’s skin and bones. She looks like a corpse.”
“She’ll be easy to fatten up. She looks like she knows a hard days work.”

“Well Mesalina, you’d better wash her before showing her to Lorenzo. She’s filthy.” She stared numbly. Mesalina was going to wash her? She realized fretfully that she was in fact too weak to wash herself. She appreciated Mesalina’s efforts to defend her, but at the same time she was on the verge of tears. She felt almost as vulnerable as Marco had made her feel. It had something to do with the way Severina was talking about her like she wasn’t there. Like everyone else that day, they made her feel like her body wasn’t hers. She didn’t ask for any of this; to be grabbed, prodded, appraised, and handled. Now her body was stripped bare and was going to be washed by a stranger’s hands? She didn’t ask for this.

She uneasily allowed herself to be led to the tub. To her rapid astonishment the water wasn’t cold like every other bath she’d taken. Mesalina had heated the water for her… Why? She tried to wrap her head around the kindness in that gesture, but it was too much. Why did Mesalina think she deserved this?

“How old are you, Lecretia?”
“Sixteen,” she mumbled softly.
“Can you tell me where you’re from?” She shook her head.

Mesalina was older than her and looked to be about twenty, but she couldn’t help but notice how pretty Mesalina was. Her blue eyes were bright and youthful, and her jet-black hair reached fully down her back. She was helped into the tub and remembered with sudden apprehension that Mesalina was touching her bare skin. She hoped her body wouldn’t react to her touch like before. She hoped she could hide it. Mesalina ran a soapy hand across her back. Electric waves of sensation shot through her. She heard herself gasp. Was Severina going to watch? Why did her body betray her like this? What was it about Mesalina’s touch?

“I’ll come later to check. If she’s going to stay in my house she’d better be spotless, Mesalina.” Seeing Severina leave relaxed her slightly. Mesalina rubbed the soap against Lecretia’s scalp and began to wash her hair.

“This is the house of Lorenzo and Severina Sacci. That was their barn you were in. I’m their cook…” She was only dimly aware of Mesalina speaking. All she could think about was Mesalina’s hands running along her body. They were tender. Never had anyone paid her such special attention. She had never been worth the time to anyone. Never had anyone touched her like this. Lecretia realized with sudden embarrassment that she had been doing very little to hide her reactions. Her body trembled and was moving with the strokes of Mesalina’s hands. Mesalina moved a soapy cloth over Lecretia’s body while the other hand scrubbed. As Mesalina’s hands moved across her belly she felt it flutter. She felt Mesalina’s touch with every nerve in her body. To her further embarrassment, her touching seemed to excite the flesh between her thighs. She fought against the pulsating tingling. She felt ashamed. What would Mesalina think if she knew? With a great effort she willed her body to stay still. Mesalina washed her back, her arms, her belly, her feet, and her legs, while Lecretia resisted squirming.

“You’re almost clean. Just one more thing.” She was nudged and encouraged to stand. The soapy cloth traveled along her body. It moved below her belly button and circled up and down. Very gently. Slowly the cloth traveled downwards. The place between her thighs, tingled and throbbed. She was overwhelmed. She wanted to sit back down but Mesalina gently held her in place. Finally the cloth touched her between the legs. Mesalina applied a gentle pressure and moved the cloth slowly back and forth. Lecretia heard herself gasp and yelp. Mesalina rinsed and re-soaped the cloth and continued to wash her. She washed on either sides of her lips. She washed the insides of her thighs, but she kept returning pressure to the place between her thighs where she felt a warm tingling. Lecretia suddenly came to realize that her hips seemed to be responding to the cloth. They returned the pressure and moved against the gentle friction. She couldn’t seem to will them to stop.

“All clean.” Mesalina wrapped her back in her blanket, while Lecretia struggled to recover. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. When Lecretia had collected herself she was mortified. She prayed that Mesalina hadn’t noticed. All Mesalina had done was wash her because she couldn’t wash herself. It seemed innocent enough. She just wanted to help. Yet it made her want to be touched in all the wrong places. She avoided Mesalina’s eyes. What would she think? She’d be disgusted with her if she knew. How disastrous that would be… If she disgusted Mesalina. As she thought of Mesalina’s bright brilliant eyes, and her kindness, she realized with great perplexity how much she wanted Mesalina to like her… To approve of her… She just wanted to please her. Lecretia looked up shyly and saw no judgment in her eyes. Her hands and her face were reassuring. But to her slight apprehension something in her smile seemed knowing.

“Well at least you scrubbed the manure off.” Said Severina approvingly as she approached. “It’s up to my husband if you can stay. I’ve told him you were here and he wants to see you now.” They supported her as she walked and led her to a man sprawled out in an embroidered armchair. There were several empty wine bottles scattered around the floor. He smelled like liquor and sweat. His face glistened with snot. His swollen eyes were closed, and he breathed in a rumbling snore. His shirt was open around his barrel shaped chest. She suppressed an appalled gasp to discover that his trousers were unbuttoned and he lay carelessly exposed. She couldn’t quite hold back her disgust. To her he seemed entirely comatose. Suddenly he opened his mouth and a curt voice startled her.

“Bring her closer,” he barked. She stepped anxiously nearer.
“Lecretia, this is Lorenzo Sacci,” said Mesalina. “He’s a painter.”
“One of the greatest painters in Italy!” said Severina straightening herself with dignified pride.
Mesalina snorted sardonically and remarked under her breath, “He’s no Titian, but he’s good enough for Muro Di Pietra’s cathedral.”

Lorenzo seemed not to notice either of them but Mesalina’s remark had hit her like lead. She felt like the breath had been knocked out of her. She struggled to wrap her head around this new revelation:

This was the man who painted the altarpiece. Lorenzo Sacci. Was her childhood hero.

She now looked avidly into his bloodshot half closed eyes. His mouth opened. He was about to speak. She listened earnestly. She thought excitedly of the altarpiece and keenly searched his snot-covered face for a trace of It’s genius. Instead purple vomit bubbled down his chin and he began to snore again.

“I don’t want her.” He said at last. “This one’s too scrawny. “She looks like a prostitute’s whelp. And obviously the litter’s runt. She’s not good enough to be my servant.”

Not good enough? Had she heard him right? Lorenzo’s words fell on her like a hammer and felt like a lead weight on her insides. Of course she’d been called worse things. But coming from the man she’d worshipped for so long… This unknown artist had felt like her only friend for her entire childhood. She felt her lip tremble and her eyes beginning to burn with tears.

“What?” remarked Lorenzo, “It weeps! Fancy that!”

“She says she’ll work for free.” Said Mesalina. “Do you think it’s wise to look a gift horse in the mouth, Lorenzo? Let’s just give her a chance. You can send her on her way if she doesn’t please you.”

“Alright,” he slurred carelessly. “I’ll see how I like her after a few days.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Little gutter-whore’s bastard,” he murmured groggily to himself, and continued to snore.

“Come on, little one. I’ll take you to the servants quarters.” Mesalina wrapped an arm around her shoulder and gently led her. She obediently followed, oblivious to her surroundings, her breath quickening, her lip quivering, and her eye’s watering.
Once the door had been shut behind her she abandoned all attempts to suppress her grief. A howl of anguish escaped her. She collapsed and Mesalina caught her in her arms. Rather than lead her to her own bed, Mesalina squeezed Lecretia in her embrace and laid her down beside her. Lecretia surrendered her trust. She didn’t care. She pressed her body into Mesalina’s as tightly as she could, finding reassurance in its warmth. She wanted to be sheltered by it. She wanted to be comforted by it. She wanted to disappear into Mesalina for the night, and not have to worry about Lecretia. She nestled into the warmth. She pressed her face into Mesalina and sobbed into her chest while she held her and comfortingly stroked hair. Spasms of Sorrow possessed her body.

She wept for the end of her childhood, the loss of her hero, the loss of her cathedral… The loss of her mother… The loss of everything she had known.

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Dan and Becky watch Rachel take on five boys

Dan’s XXX Dream Part Three
Same day, later
At home with Rachel, Becky and some guests
It was now mid afternoon and Dan was hungry. He asked Becky if she could stay for something to eat, she answered that she was free all day and would love to stay. Dan called for pizza.
In less than an hour the doorbell rang and Dan told Rachel to answer it; she held out her hand for the money but received none. Dan told her to handle it anyway she wanted and she smiled a wicked smile. While they had been waiting for the pizza to arrive Dan had put on a pair of shorts and Becky had dawned her bra and panties, only Rachel had remained nude. Peering thru the peephole she recognized the delivery boy who, it seemed, was anxious to make another delivery to this address…little did he know what she was planning for him.
She opened the door fully and posed for her audience; he was dumbstruck and almost dropped the pizza boxes before Rachel pulled him inside and closed the door. Taking the boxes she placing them on the coffee table then turned back to the lad and asked him how much she owed him for the pizza. He finally snapped out of his trance and quoted her $37.50 including tax. Acting surprised she looked like she was hunting for a pocket that would contain some money. Then she said that she didn’t have anything on her to pay him, could he just trust her for it until she could find the money. He couldn’t answer for a minute while his eyes bounced from her full tits to her shaven pussy and back to her full lips; finally he shrugged and mumbled that it was OK and started to leave.
Touching his arm as he started to turn away Rachel succeeded in stopped him in his tracks. She said he was sweet but she couldn’t just take his pizza without giving him something in return, dropping to her knees she quickly unfastened his pants, let them fall away, and fished his cock out of his boxers. Pulling him forward she sucked his dick all the way into her mouth and began bobbing back and forth.
He had just begun to get hard when he fired his load into Rachel’s surprised mouth; swallowing it all she maintained her grip on his cock when he tried again to leave, his face red with shame. Pulling his cock back toward her face she reassured him that he had nothing to be ashamed of and as a matter of fact she took it as a compliment. All the while she had been stroking his member and he was recovering nicely, regaining a respectable six inch length.
As soon as he was fully hard she sucked him back into her mouth; her hands moving back to his ass as they got into a steady rhythm. His thrusts quickly became more urgent just before he grabbed the back of her head, yelled and made one last shove as he emptied his balls. Rachel managed to swallow and keep him in her mouth sucking gently until he shriveled back to his normal size and slipped out. Looking up at his smiling face she wiped her lips with the back of her hand before she stood and kissed him on the cheek.
The boy almost jumped out of his skin when Becky and Dan began to applaud. Only having his pants around his ankles kept him from beating Dan to the door; it took Dan a while to calm him down, reassure him that he was not in trouble. Walking him out to his delivery truck Dan was still reassuring him until they were out of earshot of Rachel. Stuffing a fifty in the boy’s hand he asked him if he might have some friends who would like to have a shot at Rachel too.
The boy starred at Dan looking confused. Dan explained that he wanted Rachel to experience more than he could provide her physically, and he could use some help bringing her along, you know, sexually. So… did he have say four friends who were inexperienced like he was that might like some of what he had enjoyed…?
The fog cleared for the boy finally understanding just what Dan was getting at…sure he had some friends and they were not going to believe what he was going to tell them, but when… where… how…?
Dan laid it out plain and simple; if he could bring his friends around say 8 o’clock this evening Dan would make sure Rachel was available for a party. He would supply all the necessities, music, booze… and Rachel. All they would have to do is help him out with the expenses. Twenty dollars apiece would do. The pizza boy agreed quickly and raced off in his truck.
Returning inside he found that the girls were already finishing their second pieces of pizza; he explained that it took a lot to calm the boy down. He assured Rachel that her fears that the police would come knocking to arrest her for raping a young boy were unfounded he enjoyed himself so much that he wouldn’t tell a soul. Once the pizza was gone Rachel began to clear away the mess, when she disappeared into the kitchen Dan filled Becky in on his plan and asked her if she wanted to stay and watch the action.
Becky agreed tilling him that it would be “Bloody hot” watching all those eager boys with Rachel.
They all relaxed and Rachel even retired to her bedroom for a nap alone leaving Dan free to show Becky the media center that would allow them to watch and record the evenings events without intruding. Dan could not resist switching over to watch Rachel as she slept; he rubbed his cock against Becky’s ass as they watched the unsuspecting girl sleep.
Introductions
The doorbell chimed at 7:55, the boys were a little anxious, Dan sent Becky in to wake Rachel and get her ready for her big entrance before he answered the door. The boys were just what he had hoped for, though they seemed a little put off that an old man stood in the doorway instead of the beauty their friend had told them about.
Earlier Dan had decided that he didn’t need to know their names so he just made up names so that he could tell them apart. The pizza boy Dan called Adam, because he was the first. Then there was Ben, shorter and younger with glasses and pimples on his face. Dan remembered that he had better card all the boys to make sure they were neither too young or to old. The third young man was black, average in height but heavy set, almost round in the middle; he got the name Charlie. Number four was tall and skinny with big hands and feet; at six and a half feet he couldn’t have weighed more than 150 lbs. He got the name Donnie. The last boy was six foot tall and had an olive complexion, glasses and black wavy hair; Dan called him Eddie, he would be a lady killer when he grew up but for now he was as geeky as the rest.
Dan smiled and welcomed them into the apartment; they stayed bunched up and ready to run if they sensed anything wrong. Smiling, Dan reassured them that the story they were told was true, there is a beautiful young woman ready and waiting for them and they would be able to see and enjoy her very soon. He noted that there were rules about such things and they would have to follow the rules or they would be kicked out.
Rule one: No means no. If Rachel said no that was it, period.
Rule two: They were to respect their friends and share everything.
Rule three: They had one shot; they would not be coming back for more. If they wanted to do anything do it now for once they left here it was over.
Rule four: Respect their surroundings; that meant that they could not tear up the place or make an unreasonable mess.
Dan then asked them to produce some ID to prove that they were at least eighteen but not older than nineteen; they all pulled out their driver’s licenses and Dan checked them carefully. Ben was just eighteen by a couple of days and Eddie was the oldest but just a month older than nineteen, everyone was good to go.
Dan then went over his house rules; they had the run of the living room, kitchen and the hall bathroom, the rest of the apartment was off limits. There was some beer in the frig but not so much that they could get sloppy drunk; besides, Dan warned them, booze inhibits performance and they would not want that. Condoms were not required because they were all virgins and Rachel was clean and on the pill.
“Any questions” Dan asked.
Hearing nothing from the anxious boys he called for Rachel. The light in the hallway came on just before she appeared looking like a vision from a teenagers wet dream; her hair was done up and the light behind her gave it a golden glow, there was a little glitter in her hair and on her skin making her sparkle as she moved, she wore a white lace baby doll outfit with small white panties and shear white thigh high stockings. One little secret that only she knew was that her panties were crotchless; that fact made her feel just a little more wicked and slutty. On her feet she wore what looked like glass slippers with low two inch heels.
Two steps into the room she stopped and posed for the boys; an audible moan came from all the males in the room and it took Dan several moments to clear his head enough to continue. The girl certainly knew how to make an entrance! He asked the boys to pay up their share and they responded rapidly each one digging into his pockets for the cash. Dan made a big show of taking the money but he did not let Rachel know how much they were forking over for the privilege of her company. One last command from Dan was for them to strip down to their underwear and line up for the introductions.
Each boy began slipping his clothes off and as directed throwing them in separate piles against the wall near the front door, all except Donnie. He removed his shirt like the others but hesitated after he unzipped his pants; Dan moved quickly to his side and asked if there was a problem.
Donnie blushed as he told Dan that when he was getting ready for the party he thought it would be better if he didn’t wear any skivvies so… he would be naked if he took of his pants. The other boys snickered at his predicament but Dan just smiled and encouraged him to continue undressing.
With his hands covering his privets he allowed Dan to pull him toward the center of the room here Dan loudly announced that initiative here was to be rewarded; then he stopped Donnie and directed the others to lineup in order to the left of the naked boy, putting Adam last with the comment that he had already had some time with Rachel. Dan knew that the order really made no difference but he wanted the boys to think for themselves.
Rachel stepped forward as Dan stepped away leaving her in front of Donnie; she stopped well within his personal space, got up on her tiptoes and tipped her face up for a kiss. He bent his neck slightly and their lips touched in a soft and tender kiss that Rachel held as she slipped her hands behind his seeking his cock. Her first touch was in the hair that surrounded its base, continuing her caress downward she sought the tip, her hand traveled a long way down and finally she broke the kiss looking down not able to believe that she hadn’t found the end of his cock. He stood like a tall tree, his hands at his side as she finally took hold of his long, thin member and tipped it up so that when she moved forward to kiss him again it was trapped against her body with the tip resting near her breasts.
“Oh, my God” was all that she could manage to say as the kiss ended and she returned to stand flat footed before him.
Taking a good side step she stood looking eye to eye with Ben who was shaking with every breath he took. His tighty-whighties had a good size bulge growing as Rachel used just her fingertips to caress him while she leaned in for a kiss. Ben’s arms came up to her face and he softly held her cheeks as their kiss deepened; Rachel got her first tongue tussle from the youngest member of the crew. Stepping away a little she struggled to maintain her focus and remove his shorts exposing his rock hard cock before she moved on to the next boy.
Charlie was sort of dancing in place, shifting his weight back and forth while he waited his turn, once Rachel stepped before him he drew in a big breath and froze as she put both hands on his chest to play with his sparse but tightly wound chest hair. The texture intrigued her and she spent a long time just letting her fingers roam until he began to breathe again; she dipped her hand into his shorts finding more kinky hair and what she could only think of as a warm, flesh covered coke can in her hand. Pulling down his shorts she revealed his black, thick, uncut cock and two balls the size and weight of eight balls from a pool table. He was rapidly getting hard and his cock stuck straight out between his round belly and his balls.
Rachel kissed his lips sweetly, patted his dick and moved on to Eddie; he had a smirk on his face until she reached into his boxers to give him a couple of strokes. His hard cock immediately spit out its contents wetting the front of his underwear, withdrawing her hand she began licking her fingers right before his eyes, showing such relish that his wounded ego and cock both began to rise.
Moving on to Adam she threw her arms around his neck and pressing her firm tits onto his chest she whispered a sweet thank you for bringing her all his charming friends. Automatically his arms went around her body returning her hug. A step back and a sharp tug and his underwear joined all the others on the ground.
Rachel moved back to more or less the center of horny boys as Dan excused himself wishing them a fun evening and disappeared down the hallway. She untied the satin ribbons that held her baby doll together and let it fall away from her body. She next stepped out of her slippers and removed her panties revealing her shaved pussy to the boys who now formed a tight circle around her. Leaving her thigh highs on she caressed her body as she slowly turned around allowing all of them to see all of her.
Ben was the first to reach out and caress her firm ass, then Donnie touched her breasts, soon she was the center of attention as ten hands leapt forward to touch and explore every inch of her soft flesh. Rachel raised her hands high over her head as she danced and whirled in the center of the carnal storm; she had never experienced such overwhelming sensuality, her whole body was consumed by her passion, she was totally turned on…she seemed to lose control of her movements as the hands took total control…then she fainted.
Dan almost panicked as he watched Rachel collapse to the floor at the center of the excited boys; it was only Becky’s calm voice and the vice like grip on his arm that prevented him from rushing to her side. She reassured him that Rachel was more than alright pointing out that the boys had seen to her comfort even as their faces registered their fear; fear for her safety and fear that their night of passion might be over before it began. Dan finally regained his composure when he saw the girl open her eyes and smile at the young men who surrounded her.
It was Ben who recognized the need for some organization to their orgy; directing Donnie to pick her up and deliver her to the couch he suggested that they begin by taking turns with Rachel. Ben told them that Donnie would go first, and then he would take over, then Charlie, Eddie and finally Adam. After that they could follow Rachel’s lead for more fun. Amazingly all the guys agreed to the plan leaving Rachel in Donnie’s care. Eddie went to the kitchen and brought back beer for all the guys that didn’t have their hands busy with Rachel.
Dan was pleased that the guys sipped at the bottles like they had never tasted the stuff, at least until they discovered that it didn’t taste half bad. Then they settled in to watch Rachel seduce their friend, Charley taking the time to turn on some music before he too settled in.
Donnie
Donnie was sitting on the edge of the couch where he had deposited Rachel unsure of how to proceed. Rachel, however, knew exactly what she wanted and opening her arms she beckoned him to approach and kiss her. Donnie’s lips touched Rachel’s at the same time her nipples made contact with his smooth hairless chest; pressing forward he became more aggressive with his kiss as he reveled in the sensual delight her breasts caused as they were crushed against him. He tangled his fingers in her hair to pull her lips fiercely against his own, his mouth opened as her tongue darted forward.
Rachel remembered well the beauty of her first moments of intimacy with Dan and how wonderful that time had been so she was absolutely bound and determined to give these young men the same sort of initiation into the world of love. To that end she would try to remain in control of her own passion so that she could give more to the boys.
She broke the kiss, pushing Donnie back but before he could complain she guided his hands to her breasts and showed him how she liked to be caressed, learning quickly he soon added some moves of his own, pinching her nipples just a little and sucking on her tits with his soft lips. Rachel moaned her approval, encouraging him to continue his sucking and kissing further down her body.
She tangled her fingers in his sandy hair and guided his face across her body to her belly button and beyond. He had to reposition himself back further on the couch, when he did she moved one foot from behind him to the floor giving him complete access to her crotch. She let him look at her pussy as it opened like a flower then she placed his hand on her vulva helping him to begin a soft exploration of the new cunt-try he had discovered. Rachel soon discovered that his inexperienced hands brought her unexpected pleasure.
Between her moans of approval and some guidance from her fingers he quickly brought her to a nice climax. All the other young men groaned with Donnie when she experienced her first orgasm of the night. They all had been following the couple’s progress, vicariously enjoying every move and moan. When she came Eddie and Adam even stopped stroking their cocks, their eyeballs bulging out in amazement. When Rachel recovered from her experience she smiled up at Donnie and reached for his prick that was now hard and trying to reach the floor; repositioning him up onto the couch she held him in her hands, one above the other, and licked the tip that extended inches beyond her soft grip.
She began to stroke his meat while she sucked the head into her mouth; Donnie winced, groaned and unleashed his pearly load into her mouth. Applying suction to the end of his cock she extracted as much goo as she could before she made a show of opening her mouth to reveal its contents before she swallowed it all, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before she drove back on his sword in an attempt to hasten its recovery. More groans came from the audience.
Dan and Becky were engaged in mutual masturbation as they watched the show on his big flat screen TV at the foot of his bed; they too moaned as Rachel demonstrated her sexual skills. Becky asked for the millionth time if the video machine was set to record as Dan’s fingers brought her off right after Donnie unloaded.
Rachel managed to get Donnie hard in a matter of minutes, and then he was ready to go again. She lounged back on the couch with her legs spread lewdly and rubbed her pussy until he got up and hovered above her, grabbing his prick she rubbed the soft end up and down her slit wetting it and sending waves of pleasure up into her brain. Donnie showed remarkable restraint as he pushed himself into her boiling cum hole; three inches in, one out, three more in, one out, three more in and Rachel purred, two inches out and push…he was all the way in.
Their audience roared with Don as he began to root around in her soggy cunt; he built a head of steam and was soon sliding in and out with abandon, Rachel banging her cunt up at him in unison. She clung to his back as her body again found release while that long pole slid along her clit over and over; Donnie pushed in one last time then released his swimmers directly onto her cervix. The tension in the apartment was unbelievable but soon dropped when everyone began to breathe more normally.
Becky licked Dan’s cum off her hand and his cock while she kept an eye on the screen not wanting to miss a second of the action.
Ben
Donnie rolled off Rachel and onto the floor his wet dick shriveling back to an almost normal size. Ben was there on Rachel as Donnie hit the floor, his dick hard and red with a purple head. He couldn’t help himself as he dove head first into her sodden cunt, his prick rubbing her cheek. Rachel had just enough presence of mind to remind herself that Don was only the first of five horny guys that she had to deal with before she sucked Ben’s cock all the way into her mouth.
Slurping around her pussy he plunged his tongue into her hole to retrieve every savory drop of gooey liquid, his mind reeling as he fulfilled a lifelong fantasy; he was having sloppy seconds from a beautiful woman’s cunt. Rachel could not concentrate on his cock because he kept hitting all her sensitive spots sending her rocketing again and again into orgasmic bliss; finally after a particularly good one she managed to disengage him from her puss and move him around to where she could hug and kiss him.
She tasted her own flavor mixed with Donnie’s cum and had to admit that she tasted pretty good. They kissed and played for a while as she slowed the frantic kid down directing his hands to her tits, ass and pussy. He kept trying too hard and she had to impress upon him that harder was not better by squeezing his balls a little too hard. That got his attention and his touches became far more gentle and pleasing.
Donnie had recovered sufficiently to accept a beer from his friends and a couple of high fives too; he then found a spot where he could watch as he sipped away at the chilled bottle.
Rachel soothed Ben’s balls by sucking each one into her mouth and tenderly rolling them around with her tongue; that and a couple of soft strokes sent his cum rocketing past her head where it landed on his chest almost at the base of his neck. Rachel smiled as she sucked out the last of his sweet sperm; the guys cheered as if he just scored a goal. Some more strokes and a lick and Rachel had Ben ready to go again; God how she loved these young studs!
Climbing up his body she paused with her cunt just touching the end of his dick savoring the moment just before she would be filled again, then she settled slowly and steadily down onto his shaft… the crowd went OOOOOOOOOOO until she stopped, her lips touching his curly brown bush. The young men all went AHHHHHHHHHH with Ben as he experienced his dick settling all the way into his first cunt.
Becky almost pulled Dan’s dick off by the root as she watched Rachel’s face when Ben bottomed out; Dan crying out in pain until she released him. She made it all better when she got up and sat on his cock in a reverse cowgirl. They had to scoot around a little to let Dan watch the TV while she rode him slowly.
Ben had taken the smooth and soft lesson to heart and now he applied it to Rachel’s tits as she ground up and down, back and forth, on his hard cock. She looked like she was riding a mechanical bull in slow motion; the crowd went wild cheering her on as Ben thrust up and twisted around while she kept her cunt centered on his cock. Moving his hands to her butt he changed his rhythm to a fast rabbet fuck; she steadied herself with her hands on his shoulders and rode out a terrific orgasm, her head thrown back as she howled at the moon.
Ben arched his back more as he continued to rabbit punch her pussy until he surrendered to his passion, pumped her full of his cum and slumped back onto the couch. Rachel bent forward resting her head on his chest while she caught her breath.
Climbing off Ben she allowed him to retreat while she stood and asked if someone could get her a drink. Cum was running down along the inside of her thighs when Eddie brought her a bottle of beer and a wet rag from the kitchen both of which she gladly accepted. Chugging the beer, she wiped her pussy clean from her clit to her asshole; then she threw the towel in Ben’s face.
Charlie
Charlie took the empty bottle from her hand and set it down on the end table, rubbing his hard, oversized cock against her ass. Rachel pushed her ass back against him and purred as they began to dance to the music. It was a bump and grind kind of rock and roll, the music had a solid beat and Charlie could move.
Rachel kept some part of her body always in contact with his cock while his hands caressed her tits, ass, back and arms. Hoots of joy and cheers rang out from the youthful male audience as the two moved erotically to the music. Rachel loved the attention and found herself soaring as she performed for them. The music changed and a love ballad began; Rachel found herself in Charlie’s arms snuggling her head into his shoulder as he held her ass with both hands. His chest hair caressed her nipples as his cock ground away on her clit.
Dan watched in amazement as the couple moved together. Charlie’s black hands stood out clearly against the white of her ass; Rachel’s slight white body pressed so firmly against his oversized black frame. Dan pulled Becky back against his chest and mauled her tits, she moaned; he couldn’t tell if he had caused her reaction or it was the erotic seen before them, he didn’t care, he had his dick buried deep in a cunt and that was good enough for him right now.
When the music changed again Rachel slipped down to her knees while she maintained maximum contact with as much of Charlie’s black body as she could until his hard, black monster appeared before her eyes. She grabbed him with both hands and stretched his prick out as much as she could before her lips made contact; it was a good thing that his cock tapered to a blunt point because otherwise she couldn’t have gotten any of it in her mouth. As it was she slobbered on the last inch or so trying to find a way to get more of his fat monster in.
He threaded his fingers in her hair to control her head, sometimes to pull her away from the sensitive head when she applied to much suction, sometimes to force as much of his cock into her mouth as he could.
Rachel’s hands were busy cuddling his balls as they hung in their oversize sack; at last she got the suction just right making his balls retract up next to his prick. Charlie quivered as his cum was unleashed, the volume overwhelming Rachel’s mouth; streams of cum ran from the corners onto her breasts then continued flowing to her belly. Her eyes fluttered as she tried to swallow the creamy substance as fast as she could; she ended up holding onto his butt with both hands as she finally found a way to breathe again. Charlie fell back onto the couch with Rachel still attached to the end of his cock sucking away.
Their audience was silent, all the boys holding their breath waiting to see how fast the couple would recover. At last Rachel raised her head and smiled in triumph at Charlie; she then rose to her feet using his cock as a hand hold and began to stroke the black monster. Standing with her legs spread, knees locked, she bent at the waist and went to work both hands pulling the dark skin back and forth trying to bring back some life. Her audience got a great view of her ass and pussy while she worked; the vaginal lips were still wet. Swinging her hips slightly back and forth she made her dimpled ass dance before their eyes.
Like the young men before Charlie’s cock quickly recovered its full glory so Rachel climbed onto his lap facing him, spread her pussy and began to force the black meat into her cunt. At first she just rubbed the head back and forth enjoying its warm texture and getting it as wet as she could with the juices that were dripping out of her hole, then centering it up she pushed her hips down engaging his cock to her hole. In the mean time he had been caressing her tits but as she pushed down he pinched her nipples… everybody groaned.
Dan had repositioned Becky and lubed his cock; as Rachel struggle to shove Charlie’s dick into her pussy Becky struggled to work Dan’s cock into her ass. Both girls were making slow but steady progress.
Rachel wiggled, rotated and bounced her cunt on Charlie’s big dick; his loose skin helped as the mass of his prick slowly entered her hole. Every now and then she would rise off his pole trying to relax before she dropped down to try again. At last she worked herself all the way down onto his cock and she sat back with a huge grin, her insides adjusting to the massive intruder.
Becky too, sat in triumph with Dan’s dick fully engaged in her butt.
With the suspense over everyone took a deep breath and tried to relax. The scent of pussy, cum and sweat permeated the air keeping the sexual tension high as Rachel began to move ever so gently up and down bracing herself against Charlie’s hands as they cupped her tits.
“Full, I feel so full… full, I feel so full” became her mantra as she found a rhythm that brought her to an earth shaking orgasm.
Her movements shuttered to a stop as his began, his hands had shifted to her hips, now he could lever her up and down on his cock; he increased his movements slowly but steadily building to a peak that would take him over the edge.
Rachel felt like a rag doll with a telephone pole jammed in her cunt as Charlie really began to fuck her. Knowing that he was not going to quit until he could cum again she allowed the sensations in her cunt to overwhelm her body; she tried as hard as she could to grip his cock and pump his cum into her hole. Leaning down she forced her tongue into his mouth as she gripped his shoulders and fucked him back. They came together, she whimpering into his shoulder, he roaring as loudly as a jet engine and then they were quiet.
Dan was brought to his climax by watching the kids screw and that brought Becky along as she too finished, her heart racing, cunt twitching.
Eddie
This time it was Rachel that slid down to the floor after Charlie’s cock softened enough to allow her to slide off. Eddie showed some compassion by just rolling her onto her back and tucking a throw pillow under her head; he knelt at her side and began sweeping his hands over her body helping her to relax as a great river of cum ran out of her gaping hole onto the carpet. He started to kiss her but not on the lips or tits but her shoulders and arms; gently he lifted her hands to his mouth so that he could bathe each finger with his tongue. His hands caressed her breasts but did not linger there any longer than any other part of her body; they traveled to her tummy where he tickled her belly button then on past her hips to her legs and feet.
She lay sweetly near sleep as she relaxed looking for all the world like sleeping beauty. He awakened her with a gentle kiss on her cum encrusted lips; her eyes opened and she smiled as he gathered her up into his arms and lifted her back onto the now well used couch. Charlie had managed to get up and disappear into the bathroom before he shuffled into the kitchen for another round of beer.
On his knees at the couch Eddie now centered his attention on Rachel’s tits, caressing and kissing each one as if it were a precious gem, all the while watching her face for clues to her recovery. He moved up to make out with her a little, kissing her lips and nibbling her ears and neck, at last she giggled as his tongue snaked its way into her ear. While looking into her eyes his hand found its way down to her ravaged pussy finding a sloppy mess and her clit hard, red and extended from its hood.
Begging her forgiveness he rose and disappeared into the bathroom quickly returning with a wet wash cloth. Kneeling, he began to bathe her pussy, gently rubbing away the accumulated goo. He lifted her legs and wiped her down all the way past her asshole; he wiped the drying cum from her thighs then he cleaned up her belly and tits where Charlie had spilt his cream.
Tossing the rag over his head he climbed over her body and assumed the classic sixty nine position; touching her clit with just the tip of his tongue. He pulled her inner lips apart the better to examine her womanly parts but he kept kissing her too. His tongue would lap a little then he would retreat to watch her reaction.
He rolled her hips up and spread the cheeks of her ass to examine her crinkled hole then he licked her all over and pushed the tip of his tongue on the pink star making her gasp in pleasure. Back to her clit he kissed it and sucked it into his mouth; she gasped again and wiggled her hips. Rachel had started to suck his dick but his adventures kept distracting her so beyond making him hard she made little headway.
He concentrated his lapping on her cunt and clit making her cum on his tongue; she rewarded him with a wash of fresh girl cum. Flipping her around he settled in between her legs stroking his cock up and down across her clit making her moan and purr. She tasted her sweet juices on his lips before she finally got his cock into position and with a roll of her hips he entered her.
He had expected her to be all stretched out and/or sore but he was pleasantly surprised as she gripped him with her inner muscles as he slipped all the way in. He bent her legs up to where they rested on her chest and began a steady in and out pump with his hips. He groaned with each thrust feeling her velvet pussy grab his meat each time; his cock had never felt so big.
Dan and Becky were lying back on the bed holding one another in a golden zone after fucking so intensely; he caressed her shoulder as she held his warm soft dick. The sight before them was still better than any porn they had ever watched and even though they could have dozed off there was no way that they were going to miss a minute. The nerds had turned out not to be so nerdy after all.
Still with surprising gentleness Eddie began fucking Rachel, pulling most of the way out before slipping back into her. She wrapped her legs back around his hips and was pulling him in as they came together. A soft murmur rose from the audience in approval. Adam had to tap Eddie on the shoulder to remind him that his turn was over; he rose out of Rachel’s arms reluctantly.
Adam
Rachel set up welcoming Adam with open arms. Jumping in with both feet so to speak he leapt onto the couch attacking Rachel with his kisses and hands. He had no technique, he just wanted to fuck. Rachel was a little overwhelmed at first but most of what Adam did tickled and as she got him in a bear hug she giggled and tickled him back, once she broke his concentration she forced him to retreat a little.
Catching his eyes she smiled as she took control; grabbing his wrists she guided his hands to her tits and showed him what she liked. With his hands busy she grabbed his face and kissed him with a lot of movement, sliding her lips all over his face she licked him until he licked her back. She let his sloppy kisses extend down her neck and over her tits.
He finally found his technique grabbing her hips he ravished her mound then flipping her over he pushed his face into her ass and slobbered his way around finally pulling her hips up to where he could lick down to her pussy. He jumped up and grabbed her tits at the same time his raging cock entered her pussy; humping her fast and hard like a dog on a bitch.
Rachel found her voice and loudly encouraged him to fuck her harder, harder! Harder! She cut loose with a groan and a growl; she moved her ass around as Adam kept on fucking her. She let him pull her up to more or less sit on his lap with his dick impaled in her hole. She managed to get her feet in front of her and pushed them over backward until Adam had to break his hold; turning around in a flash she pulled at him again, this time she was on her back with him on top.
Ramming his dick back into her pussy he kept on fucking her hard and fast. She raked her fingernails across his back as she had a surprise orgasm. They were both panting as they thrust their hips together. His thrusts became a shutter as he unleashed a torrent of cum. Calming down his movements became slower and slower but he did not stop until Rachel unlocked her legs and began to gently rub his scared back. Up on one knee he extracted his cock from her cunt reluctantly. His friends began to breathe again having found themselves holding their collective breath while watching the wild man perform.
Becky
Rachel stayed on the couch breathing hard but with smile on her angelic face as Adam retreated to the bathroom; reappearing a few minutes later on his way to the kitchen. All the young men were watching Rachel for a clue as to the next phase in their night; all their cocks were hard and ready to have another go at her body. Rachel sat up and was looking more and more like a frightened deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming truck; she had taken on five young men and had enjoyed each one but she was unsure of what she wanted to do now. The wolves looked hungry.
The spell was broken when a nude woman entered the room carrying a tub of warm water, some wash cloths and hand towels. Becky walked straight to Rachel and set the tub on the floor, going straight to work she wiped the younger girl’s face and hands clean before she handed her a towel for her to dry off. Continuing to give Rachel a thorough cleaning she gave the boys quite a show; caressing her tits and pussy to the point Rachel gave a soft moan. Rachel was reinvigorated by Becky’s treatment; her eyes bright and her skin glowing.
Grabbing a fresh wash cloth Rachel moved to the nearest guy and began to give him the same treatment. Becky followed her example moving to Charlie and began to caress his dark skin with the cloth and her fingers. Ben laid back on the floor as Rachel moved the warm cloth across his face then down his body to his hard cock and balls. Once the water had done its job she continued to administer caresses with her talented fingers causing Ben to groan with pleasure. Charlie started to caress Becky’s ass but gave up as she pumped his cock and caressed his balls; he too fell back on to his backside as the lady pleasured his body. Before the guys could cum the girls moved on choosing other victims at random.
Rachel brought her newly refreshed cloth to Donnie beginning on his smooth chest then his face. Becky started on a smiling Eddie who managed to endure her caresses while he slipped his fingers into her pussy. She finished her washing quickly and sucked his cock into her talented mouth as he wiggled his fingers against her G spot. Rachel soon had Donnie’s long cock standing straight up as she slid her hands up and down its length.
Rachel broke away from her victim moving on to Adam after she changed washcloths giving him a fresh rubdown. Beginning with his face she washed him thoroughly; ending up on his raging cock she wiped him down quickly then sucked his cock into the back of her throat. Becky, having kept her cool, released Eddie and slipped under Rachel’s hips pulling the hot box down onto her tongue. That was enough to trigger the melee.
Charlie jumped right on Becky jamming his tongue into her open box. Donnie attacked Becky too sucking one tit into his mouth and wrapping his hand around the other. Ben and Eddie were a little slower but arranged themselves on either side of the girls and got Becky to grab their cocks while they played with Rachel’s butt and tits.
Dan watched as the pile of bodies wiggled and giggled around on his monitor, stroking his hard cock wishing that Becky was with him. He had not encouraged her to join the kids but he was powerless to stop her once she decided to go. He did have to admit her presence had acted as the needed catalyst for this last group grope.
Rachel was the first to cum, Becky’s talented tongue proved to be too much for her to resist. After she screamed she rose to her knees and moved up impaling Adam’s cock in her cunt; grabbing her hips he began his rapid fucking of her willing hole. Ben and Eddie rearranged themselves to face Rachel and attacked her tits as she grabbed their pricks finally forcing Ben up to where she could get him into her mouth. Five strokes in her mouth and she switched to Eddie’s cock to give him five strokes, then back to Ben.
In the mean time Charlie had moved up to slam his monster into Becky’s slippery hole managing to drive it into her in one motion: Becky let out a howl as he completely filled her. While her mouth was open Donnie slipped his cock into her mouth all the way down to the point that his pubic hair tickled her nose. Both boys began to fuck her holes viciously. Becky was immediately rocked with a massive orgasm that continued for minutes. Donnie exploded next nearly drowning the woman as his jism went down her throat and backed up into her mouth.
Charlie kept up his pounding far longer sending Becky through a series of orgasms until he could no longer hold out and he exploded. Adam came when Becky howled in her first big O on Charlie’s dick; Rachel leapt off him to tackle Ben and drove his cock into her now sodden hole. Eddie reinserted his dick in her mouth and the two fucked her in unison.
Eddie had his hands tangled in her hair holding her head as still as possible while she bounced up and down on Ben, fucking her face as hard as he could. Rachel stopped her movements letting the two young men use her while her pussy reverberated with continuous organisms. They both brought their plunder of her body to an end at the same time unloading their balls in a furry. Everyone collapsed onto the floor totally spent.
Dan wiped the last of his cum off his hand before he pulled up his shorts and wandered down the hallway to his living room, it smelled of cum, pussy juice and sweat and looked like a disaster movie set; unmoving bodies lay in tangled heaps; a sad moan came from somewhere in the mess. Stepping gingerly over limbs and bodies he finally reached his Becky; helping her untangle and rise from the floor he sent her to his bathroom for a shower. As each young man began to stir he helped them to a spot on the couch or one of the chairs in the room. At last Rachel tried to get up and he helped her to the ottoman where she slumped down half conscious. Recovering most of the washcloths he handed them out to the guys encouraging them to wash their bodies.
Breaking from the crowed he went to the kitchen bringing back the last of the beer; gratefully they all chugged down the golden liquid and began to look alive again. Even Rachel perked up and massaged her tits as she surveyed the other survivors; as she caught the eye of each boy she smiled. They in turn smiled and slowly became more animated.
Dan didn’t have to encourage them to leave they each knew that it was time to go. Their energy spent, their libidos intact, they dressed, each one returning to Rachel’s side to thank her for an unforgettable time. Rachel walked them to the door and wouldn’t let them leave until she had given them a proper hug and kiss.
Dan helped Rachel return to her room and made her take a shower before she tumbled into her bed. Returning to his own bed he snuggled down beside Becky who was already fast asleep.

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Sarah and me had just finished making love and fucking exquisitely when we started talking about our unfulfilled sexual fantasies. Over time we have worked through many of our sexual fantasies, though we still have a list of unfulfilled sexual fantasies we would like to explore. We were also in agreement a new sexual fantasy is always more exciting with at least one extra person in the mix, preferably a same sex person.

We agreed we wanted each other to watch us living out a new sexual fantasy with some basic rules, no fucking, and it had to be a turn on for the other person. Further agreeing each of us would have to organise their own sexual fantasy without telling each other what we had organised. We also agreed we would write the story, the narrative of each other’s fantasy.

It was a Sunday morning when Sarah answered the phone. “I am looking forward to seeing you. I will be ready for you. Two-thirty, our condo.” Confirming to me she had organised her fantasy for that afternoon. A little after two she was naked preparing for her fantasy when I asked what she had organised, she smiled and told me, “You will be the first to know.

“Does my ass look big?,” she asked as I watched her dressing for her fantasy lover, after asking me to clip her sexy, high waisted thong in place, kissing me as I did. I couldn’t help running the tip of my tongue over her nipples after I clipped her cup-less bra in place.

“You know your big ass looks sensational,” I told her while she covered her almost naked body with a short, tight black dress, while admiring her big ass, though envious and excited that a new lover was going to enjoy her body shortly while I watched.

When I opened the door for her mysterious fantasy lover I wasn’t at all surprised when I greeted two women, one in her early forties, our age, and a much younger woman, not much more than a girl. Both of them incredibly attractive to me, and for Sarah obviously, her choice of two women to live out another of her sexual fantasies while I watch.

As the two women settled inside our condo I couldn’t help musing if they were lipstick lesbians, bi-sexual women or sexual trophies for Sarah. Recalling her appetite for lipstick lesbians and trophy, bi-sexual women, and how she likes to tease me and turn me on while watching her with other women.

Sarah didn’t disappoint the women or me while I watched. The older woman took the initiative as Sarah returned her tongue kisses while undressing her. The young girl and me were watching in awe as the older women was giving Sarah cunnilingus, tongue fucking her, expertly fucking her with her tongue. She was good, very good. Sarah confirming how good the was when she started moaning, “I love it, fuck my cunt, so good, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt.”

That was a cue for the young girl to kiss Sarah, kissing with their tongues while she teased Sarah’s nipples with her fingertips. Then licking and sucking her nipples.

I know Sarah so well, aware she was about to climax, xxx teasing and edging her, edging her like I never had, hovering on the edge, edging with her tongue, lips, a finger, two fingers. “Yes, yes, don’t stop. Fuck me some more.”

Two Sunday mornings later when Roger answered the phone, I heard him say. “I am looking forward to seeing you. I will be ready for you. Two-thirty, our condo.” Confirming to me Roger had organised his fantasy for that afternoon. Just after two he was naked preparing for his fantasy, when I asked what he had organised, he smiled and told me, “You will be the first to know,” before he gave me a bottle of our favourite oil and asked me to smear it all over his naked body.

I was talking to him while I oiled his naked body, with special attention to his gorgeous ass, his chest and nipples and his large cock. I was trying to second guess what he had arranged for his sexual pleasure when I told him, “I think I can guess what you have organised for your sexual fantasy. If I am correct you know it will be very exciting for me.”

He had the phone on speaker when it rang just before two-thirty, a male voice telling him and me, “We are three minutes away.”

That was a cue for me to use my hands to turn his already slightly engorged cock into a raging, rock hard erection, before I expertly fitted his cock ring around his balls before I asked how tight he wanted it as I fastened it around his balls. So tight the vein along his erection was bulging.

It was also a cue for him to tell me, “I showed Quentin your pics. He told me you are a doll. He told me your ass is to die for. He asked me is she going to watch us?” My reaction confirming I wanted to watch Quentin with my man Roger.

Roger could hear me greeting Quentin and his teenage girl at the door, before I led them inside, the three of us looking closely at each other. Despite or perhaps because of Quentin’s reputation I did find him sexually attractive.

Roger’s exhibitionist side loves flaunting his thick, nine-inch erection for a new lover or sexual partner. A new bi-sexual partner is always an extra dimension for him, and an extra turn on for me, especially when my man’s cock is bigger than the new man. I knew Roger had met Quentin on an ‘exploratory’ visit to a gay bar with one of his buddies.

Roger was aware of Quentin’s reputation with men and young girls, just as I was. His buddy told me later there was immediate chemistry between the two men before Roger handed him his business card with a brief hand written message. ‘Thk & 9” 4U soon?’ His hand on Roger’s crotch when he asked, “How soon?”

I learnt later the two men made arrangements on the phone the next day for this Sunday afternoon. Roger had carefully explained to Quentin the fantasies he and me were working through. I was pleased and flattered when I learnt Roger had texted Quentin some pics of my naked body to raise Quentin’s interest further. So pleased with Quentin’s response when Roger told me what Quentin had said, “Your lady is a doll. Her ass is to die for. Is she going to watch us?”

Roger told me he enjoyed teasing Quentin when he asked, “Would you like Sarah to watch us while you are sucking my big cock, giving me a blow job?”

“Yes. I am hard for you and your lady already.”

“So am I for you Quentin.”

When I led Quentin and his teenage girl into the room Roger was waiting in, I took great delight in letting the towel his erection was supporting fall to the floor, his rock hard boner fully exposed for the three of us, all of us enjoying the optics of Roger’s erection poking out of his tiny, crotchless, black male g-string. Quentin’s teenage girl was a wonderful surprise for me as I looked at her admiring my man’s erection.

“Oh wow, your man is impressive Sarah, hung and thick,” Quentin told me as he teased Roger’s erection with a fingertip, before he told me “I was impressed with your pics Sarah. You are a doll. Your ass is to die for.”

“Really, I am flattered,” I told him, enjoying the flattery from a man I knew by reputation with men and young girls.

Just as I had hoped Quentin asked me, “Will you undress me for your man Sarah?” I enjoyed flirting with Quentin while I undressed him while my man Robert watched, teasing his erection with a fingertip for Quentin and me.

I had Quentin naked from the waist down after I slid his tiny, black jock strap to his ankles. The look of lust on Roger’s face was one I had never seen before as Quentin flaunted his erection for him and me, He was huge, even bigger than Roger. The reason for his awesome reputation now apparent. A turn on for me.

“You really are a doll Sarah,” the teenage girl told me as we kissed with our tongues. Undressing each other as we continued kissing, Quentin was teasing Roger’s erection with a fingertip as he watched us two women.

I was naked apart from my heels and a skimpy black thong, my ‘wonderful big ass’ bulging out of it for Quentin. “Your ass is to die for Sarah,” Quentin told me as he ran a hand over it, his other hand teasing Roger’s erection.

While the teenage girl was licking and sucking my nipples, it was far more than my fantasies had imagined. Quentin was sucking Roger’s rock hard cock, one hand teasing his balls with his other hand on my ass cheeks. A new turn on for me, so good.

Our afternoon got even better when I tongue kissed Roger while Quentin was sucking his cock with his hand on my ass. So tactile. Our afternoon became even better when the teenage girl slid my thong over my ankles. Exposing my beautiful, closely shaved pussy for Quentin.

Instant sexual chemistry between me and the girl. One of my constant fantasies, a young bi-sexual girl seducing me while I watch a talented man giving my man a head job. Even more exciting for me if the other man is well hung.

Quentin was really well hung, wonderful eye candy for all of us. And very talented. So pleased at that moment Roger and me are gender fluid, while watching hm soaking up the sexual pleasure of his head job. His hands behind his head to maximise his pleasure. Sexual pleasure far beyond the wonderful fuck with him a few nights ago.

His knees were shaking as he fought to hold back his orgasm. I wanted to be part of it. Licking and sucking his nipples, pinching them and kissing him passionately as he gushed, mouthing profanities as he did.

Two weeks later it was Sarah’s turn to live out another of her fantasies. This time she told me upfront what she had organised for her sexual pleasure. A teenage boy with a huge cock and his girlfriend.

The boy did have a huge cock. So did his girlfriend, a gorgeous, blond, feminine tranny. Sarah made a point of having the boy worship her big ass, licking and kissing it as she stroked his cock with a hand while his girlfriend and me watched. He was huge, far bigger than my nine-inches, I couldn’t keep my eyes off his erection. Asking myself how did my lady Sarah meet him? Knowing she has a thing about talented young boys.

The boy confirming he was extremely talented while I watched him giving Sarah cunnilingus, tongue fucking her to a long, exciting climax, then a second one, talking to him all the time. Urging him to, “Fuck may cunt, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt,”

“You are a big boy, a really big boy,” Sarah told him as she commenced sucking his erection. Licking it, teasing it, kissing it before she set about giving the boy a head job he will long remember.

I hadn’t even realised I was naked teasing my erection while I watched before the boy’s girlfriend sat alongside me, placing her hand over mine while I masturbated.

“My boy is huge isn’t he? He is only half your age. Do you like watching your lady sucking his cock. Giving a boy half her age a head job? Yes?”

“Yes I do,” I told her as she stood and let her dress fall to the floor. She was a gorgeous blond tranny with a wonderful feminine body, a gorgeous ass, a slim waist, flat stomach, good hips, firm tits to die for and an amazing big erect, cock.

I was so horny after watching my lady Sarah being tongue fucked by a young boy with a huge cock, then continuing to watch Sarah give the boy an expert head job. I was envious, but aware of our arrangements and understanding in these situations.

Knowing Sarah had set this up for me for my carnal pleasure. A whole new kinky situation and fantasy me and for her. Setting me up so she could watch me give a gorgeous, much younger blond tranny a head job, sucking her beautiful cock while glancing at my lady giving her boy a simultaneous head job. The size of his erection a turn on for all of us. All of us sexually satiated with Sarah’s wonderful fantasies.

Another two weeks later it was my turn for me to organise my new sexual fantasy without telling Sarah what I had organised. Thinking through the options to maximise my sexual pleasure for days, as well as Sarah’s sexual pleasure: a woman, two women, a young girl, two young girls, a man, two men, a boy, two boys. Why not another woman with Sarah watching? A mutual turn on?

My choice was made easy when a woman with an ass even better than Sarah’s crossed our paths. Or did Sarah set it up for me, for us? Sarah knows she has given me an ass fetish. Ever since the first time I saw it full on in the flesh, I still can’t have enough of it, admiring it and worshiping it every chance I get.

A simple fantasy can be so exciting, Nora a new woman fifty- years old, with an exciting voluptuous body, exuding sex appeal, slowly undressing for me with Sarah watching and helping. Sarah kissing her as she removed her dress, sliding the long zipper at the back of it down, then letting it fall to her ankles. Naked apart from her heels and a black, cup-less bra. Nora had a magnificent, big firm ass to die for bulging out of her skimpy black thong. So good. My ass fetish had to worship her awesome ass.

Sarah undressing me to encourage me, absolutely rock hard for Nora and Sarah. Flattered when Sarah told Nora, “I told you he was big and thick.”

it was so exciting, worshiping a new woman’s big ass, kissing and licking it as my lady Sarah watched while I had my hand on her ass, unperturbed another woman had giving me a raging hard on, an absolute boner. The two women tongue kissing at the same time.

Another of my sexual fantasies playing out. My ass fetish. The women kissing with their tongues, a hand on each other’s magnificent, big asses while they watched me masturbate for them. Clenching their ass cheeks for me as I stopped masturbating in order to run a hand over each of their asses, then my hands over their hands, the tactile feel of two magnificent asses at the same time so good.

The afternoon got even better when Sarah gave me a hand job with my hand on Nora’s ass and hers, doubling my tactile pleasure while they kissed with their tongues.

“That will be a hard act to follow baby,” Sarah told me later that night while we were in the bath together. “Though I am sure we will. Any suggestions?”

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It was around three on a Saturday afternoon when Helen, one of my girlfriends called in unexpectedly for an afternoon coffee. Or was it? After some small chat over coffee with Helen and my man James the conversation became risqué.

James took the initiative when he reminded Helen, “I think you know we usually shave each other’s pubes on a Saturday afternoon. And you already know we are both exhibitionists and voyeurs. Would you like to stay and watch Helen?,” he asked before he took my hand and led me to the bathroom.

James had me naked on our bathroom chair, Helen sitting on another chair, after she watched James undressing me for my shave. We always shave each other naked so we can shower afterwards. I enjoyed Helen watching James prep me for my shave, her eyes drinking in my naked body. James opening my legs, still with my heels on, softening my pubes with a hot, wet towel before he sprayed his wonderful, aromic male shaving cream between my legs.

Asking me, “Which look do want this week baby?,” as he fitted a new blade to his male shaver, before he expertly trimmed me with his shaver, the almost bald look, leaving me with just a neat black triangle.

Them my turn to shave James, holding Helen’s gaze as he undressed for her and me. His shirt first, letting his slacks fall to his ankles, turning to show Helen and me his naked ass in his skimpy, sexy white jock strap. Turning again before he undid the clip at the side of his jack strap, letting it fall to his ankles. “Oh wow, far bigger than my man,” Helen muttered, just as I had hoped.

James already had his legs open for me as I softened his pubes with a hot, wet towel before I sprayed his male shaving cream over his pubes. I enjoyed Helen watching me shave my man. My hands and fingers ‘accidently’ touching his cock, far larger now than when I commenced shaving it.

Helen standing while she watched us showering together, each of us using the hand held shower head to wash away any surplus pubic hair. I was so pleased when James reacted to the pulse jet of the shower head on his cock. So was Helen, as James flaunted his erection for her. Turning her and me on as he used his fingers and hands to achieve a full, thick ten-inch erection.

The point of no return for me, I had to have, must have his erection while Helen watched. I had teased her a number of times by telling her how big James was when we had sex, though never sure if she believed me. Telling her about my blow job technique, that afternoon the perfect opportunity to demonstrate my blow job technique for her.

James was standing with his back against the wall, his erection horizontal when I teased Helen and Roger by asking, “Do you mind if Helen watches me give you a head job?”

James didn’t mind as I knelt in front of him, our exhibitionist streaks in full play, while my voyeur girlfriend watched. Helen moving so she could watch us from side on. “Oh wow, so big, so thick, much bigger than my man,” Helen muttered, a verbal buzz for James and me.

“Oh wow, wow, wow, that is so good,” Helen whispered as she watched me giving my man a blow job. “Do you mind if I take some pics to show my man?” At that moment we didn’t mind at all as Helen tool a number of pics on her phone, anticipating looking at them afterwards. Flattered, but wondering why she wanted to take pics for her man. A few days later we learnt why she wanted pics for her man.

I had the phone on speaker when I motioned for James to come closer and listen in to Helen. “I have never told you before Veronica, my msn Josef has a penis fetish. He has a thing about hung men, giving men fellatio, a head job, sucking their erections to orgasm. And I must admit I do enjoy watching, as you learnt last week.

“Josef has asked me to sound out the possibility of having your man James. He told me a man with a huge cock like James has, was very challenging for him, he would be the biggest man he has ever had.”

I felt like telling Helen, yes, as I looked at James for his reaction before he took the phone. “Hi Helen. your proposition is very tempting for me. Can you tempt Veronica and me some more, do you have some pics of Josef you can text us?”

A few minutes later we scrolled through Josef’s pics together. Josef was an attractive, though slightly effeminate looking man in his mid-thirties, younger than us. James and me could understand Helen’s attraction to him as we looked at his toned, six pack gym body. His erection average at best, though his enthusiasm in the pics giving hung, macho men fellatio, a head job and the looks of sexual pleasure on their faces had me and James hooked.

“Does next Saturday night work for you and Josef, Helen?” I asked over the phone.

I am Veronica in my early forties, my man James is in his late thirties. I am a little taller than average, with shoulder length blond hair. James likes to tell me I have attractive facial features, and a wonderful body, legs, ass, hips and tits. We fucked on our first date when I told him, “I thought you would be well hung, and thick, you are huge, I do like a man who shaves his cock so it looks even bigger .Your erection must be close to ten-inches and so thick.”

After a few weeks we quickly discovered we were both sexual voyeurs and exhibitionists, sexual deviates even, when I commenced introducing James to some of my friends. Initially female friends, from early twenties to fifty. I loved showing them how big James was when erect and telling them, “I promised you he was almost ten-inches,” before they had me and I had them while he watched. Even better when he joined in and it became obvious to me James was bisexual with a strong sexual appetite. Then I started introducing him to some of my male friends.

The first time I watched another man giving James a blow job was a tipping point for both of us. The previous week he had watched a man tongue fuck me while I watched his lady partner gave him a blow job. Both of us always eager to make our sex lives even more erotic. “You are a pornographer’s delight, always an event, Veronica,” James takes delight in telling me almost every time we have sex.

The following Friday night we were almost naked standing opposite each other, legs spread, our backs to a wall. Me in heels, black stockings and a garter belt. He in a crotchless black jockstrap with a full on erection. We had walked into the room holding hands dressed in short, matching black, silk dressing gowns, no belts before two young boys, early-twenties, removed them for us.

“I promised both of you he was almost ten-inches,” I told the boys as he posed hands on hips for them. So exciting for both of us, after all our sexual combinations James had never watched me being sexually pleasured by another male while I watched another male blow him. Afterwards he told me, the sensation on his erection was exquisite while he watched another boy tongue fucking me while I watched another boy sucking his cock to orgasm.

Helen phoned on the Friday to confirm our arrangements for the Saturday night. Shortly before, I had promised James I would give him a hand job so he would last longer for his head job from Josef. Why not give him a hand job while I was on the phone? Why not tell Helen I was going to give James a hand job while I was on the phone? And the reason why? Why not get James to tell her over the phone?

“Hi Helen, I am so looking forward to meeting your man. Right now I have I have an absolute boner just thinking about it. Veronica promised she would give me a hand job so I would last longer for my head job from Josef,” James told Helen over the phone.

I never did learn if Josef listened in on that phone call while I gave James a hand job like no other with the phone on speaker. Reminding him why I was milking him as I heard Helen asking for details.

On the Saturday James was in his element as we both prepared for Josef and Helen’s visit, knowing he was the main attraction for a new man while two women watch. Standing naked in front of a wall length mirror while asking me to help him decide what to wear for Josef.

My suggestion while I helped him try on several g-strings, was to wear a sexy male, white g-string under his white jacket, a contrast with his all over tanned body when he made his entrance for Josef. Reminding him not to overlook Helen and me wanted to enjoy and be turned on by James flaunting his almost naked body for her man Josef.

James was out of sight when Helen asked me to undress Josef. His pics failed to do him justice, in the flesh he was confident and attractive, though a slightly effeminate man five or six years younger than James and me. I could understand Helen’s attraction to him as we looked at his toned, six pack gym body. His erection average at best.

James really was the centre of attention when he strutted into the room in his white jacket and white g-string, his naked ass cheeks on show below the jacket. Standing arms akimbo in front of Josef, his nipples and ass gleaming with the oil I had rubbed over them minutes earlier.

“I told you James was impressive baby,” Helen smiled at her man Josef as she removed my man’s jacket. Helen and me watched fascinated as Josef licked and sucked James’ nipples, his cock responding under his g-string, then bulging out of it.

Josef was so self confident, telling James and me, “The best blow job is one you really want to receive. What do you like? What don’t you like? My head jobs are a marathon, not a race, my focus is bringing you to orgasm, but not before you are ready. Be patient, and allow yourself to embrace all the pleasurable experiences I want to give you, without expectations. Do you you really want to receive my blow job?”

Helen holding my hand as we watched her man Josef preparing my man James for his head job. He was obviously very experienced and extremely talented. Flattering James as he compared his erection with his forearm. Teasing his cock with his fingertips. All of us watching it grow. Pushing his cock back against his stomach, licking the underside of it, the full length of it. Licking and sucking his balls. James groaning in pleasure as he swallowed them, one a time.

Flattering James even more when Josef told him, “Size is everything, you must be almost ten-inches for me. your big, thick cock is by far the biggest I have ever had,” while James slid his rubber cock ring along his erection, before he fastened it around his balls. His erection did look impressive,

Helen and me had our fingertips well inside each others thighs while we watched our men. For two voyeur women, was there a better way to spend a Saturday night than this?

James was standing, legs spread, with his back against a wall – standing is always the best way to enjoy sex to the max, he keeps reminding me. Josef placing a hand around James’ shaft, simultaneously moving his hand and mouth up and down his erection. Enhancing the motion, twisting his wrist back and forth as he moved up and down. Using his other hand to gently massage his balls.

Josef was so enthusiastic, telling James, “I wanted to do this to your cock the moment Helen told me how big you were.” Asking James “Do you like how this feels? Or this?” Looking up every so often to make eye contact, indicating he was enjoying herself.

Teasing and edging James. Using his tongue to stimulate the head of his erection even further. Applying soft pressure with his tongue against his erection, moving his mouth up and down James’ rock hard shaft.

Changing the pace, focusing his tongue on the head of his erection and the frenulum, the sensitive band of skin on the underside of the head of his erection. Gripping his lower shaft with his hand, edging him, using the tip of his tongue to lightly lick the top of the head of his erection in a slow circular motion.

Deep throating James, taking as much of his erection into his mouth so it reached his throat. Repeating the process moving his erection back and forth in his mouth.

Josef stimulating his other erogenous zones. Making it a full-body experience for James licking, sucking and chewing his nipples. While his mouth pleasured his erection, massaging his balls, licking his inner thighs, stroking his perineum, scratching his ass.

Constantly teasing and edging James, touching and running his tongue up and down his erection, slowly, as well as kissing and stroking his body.

“The best blow job is one you really want to receive James. Do you really want to receive my blow job? How badly do you want it?,” Josef whispered and teased as he squeezed James balls, softly at first, then progressively harder, licking and sucking the tip of his erection as the two men looked toward Helen and me. Both of us naked now, our hands all over each other, waiting for James to orgasm for Josef before we make love.

“How badly do you want it James? Tell me, on a scale of one to ten?,” Josef repeated, knowing he had James right on the edge, as his body was shaking for him.

“Eleven, I want it bad, really bad,” James moaned as he fought to hold back and heighten his orgasm.

“Do you want me to swallow James? Do you? I need to know?”

“Yes, yes, yes, oh fuck yes, so good, so fucking good,” James moaned.

Oh wow, watching that was awesome for me. Etched in my mind forever!

After the men watched Helen and me making wonderful lesbian love, it gave us time to reflect.

James and me were very impressed the way Josef had gone about showing us how he was such a talented bi-sexual lover. Perhaps looking forward to having swaps wth them one day soon? Surely a man with fellatio skills of the order Josef had shown us, would be good at cunnilingus?

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Holly is a LEZZIE FEMDOM

It was like any other day for Sonia , her daughter Holly had hypnotized her last year & currently she was being fucked in both her holes with giant english cucumbers . Sonia was a short haired brunette divorcee 52 years of age, 5ft 9 who towered over her ginger haired daughter who had just turned 19 . She was petite only 5ft 1. As Sonia moaned & groaned Holly kept screwing her old lady slave . Sonia was wearing a dog collar that said slave on it as Holly continued her vegetable fun. Holly loved dominating older women & her mom wasn’t the only one she used for her pleasure. Last night mom had eaten her cunt , so today she was getting rewarded with a a cucumber screwing , who knows she thought maybe later she’d bring some male friends over & have them gangbang her mommy . As Sonia reached her peak of orgasmic bliss. Holly had her lick both fake penises before she threw them in the trash . She told Sonia to go take a shower , she ‘d be up later to strap on fuck her.

Chapter 2 – the next day

Collared, leashed & wearing 5inch spiked heels lesbian sex slave & mom Sonia , answered the door . 5ft6 raven haired Nina Jones was escorted by her husband Melvin , who was now a shill of a man , who was now just a butler to Nina , who mostly adhered to Holly’s desires. Collared & leashed & wearing hooker boots the mother of two. kissed Sonia on the lips in a lesbian French kiss before they both went to Holly’s suite where they found the 19 yr old slut playing with her pussy & waiting for their submissive tongues . Nina stared by licking Holly’s clit as Sonia licked Holly’s nipples . It was their duty to make their mistress cum .Then both old sluts would be fucked by giant strap on cocks by the perverted teenager. As Holly had a giant orgasm from their delicious tongues 50 year old Nina kept licking nonstop until Holly told her to quit .

Chapter 3- Nina

Nina was an old high school teacher of Holly’s , she always had a crush on her now she was fucking her ass with a 10inch strap on dildo as her mom/slave licked her pussy and asshole. Both the ladies were now strictly her submissives & she loved it . As she fucked Nina doggy style and slapped her , she grabbed Sonia by the hair & shoved her tongue deep in her asshole. For Sonia her daughter ass tasted like ice cream .Both wenches loved pleasing their mistress as NINA orgasmed. Holly needed to pee , grabbing both much older ladies by their leashes , she had them crawl like dogs to the washroom where she proceeded to piss all over their faces & hair. When she was done , she went to take a nap while she told her slaves to get the mop and clean up .

Chapter 4 – As mistress sleeps, ITS COFFEE& CHAT TIME FOR THE SEX SLAVES

Your daughter’s pussy is delicious exclaimed the 50 year old Nina , yeah i know says Sonia , i can never get enough of it , sometimes she has me eat her 3 or 4 tines a day exclaimed Sonia. She really had to piss today exclaimed Nina. Last time she was at my house we both pissed on my husband continued Nina , Melvin is such a cuckold wimp. Last time Holly fisted me & all he did was watch , before i ate her out in the kitchen & she told Melvin to fuck off. That sounds like my daughter said Sonia smiling .Usually in the morning , while I’m on my knees licking her cunt , she has her coffee & breakfast. If she is horny i even lick her ass. If she goes out she usually tells me to go upstairs &play with my pussy for an hour while i watch a kinky lesbian movie she left in the dvd player mostly women in their 20s ( femdoms) with sub women over 50.Next , she says she wants me to get my tits pierced. continued Sonia . Did she ever mention the fact that she’d like to bring male friends over to gangbang you asked Nina . Of course said Sonia , said but i never thought she was serious? Yeah she said maybe or 5-10 guys , & Melvin would bartend the event at my place &as i (Nina) got fucked in all my holes, (Nina’s pussy was wet as she began playing with her cunt as she thought of the scenario that Holly would have her do ).OH WOW! Exclaimed Sonia who loved cock more than pussy , yes my daughter would love to see me stretched & gaped by real cock . She has mentioned the guys would pay me for the evening & i would be nothing but a hooker , a worthless piece of fuck meat,as one cock after another would penetrate by mouth, cunt & ass .Like Nina she was now playing with her pussy as both ladies now French kissed & headed for the bedroom.

69ing mom & Nina were loud , & surprised when their mistress woke up early to find them in a taboo embrace. Cuz they did not have permission , Holly untangled them , & began fisting their assholes . Using the lube from their wet pussies Holly made sure both rear ends gaped before she put first Nina over knee & spanked her & then followed up with (Sonia ) aka mom and did the same thing . Holly looked at them both , they both enjoyed their punishment and she was sure it would advantageous in the future , that her whores would be gangbanged for cash . Holly couldn’t wait & neither could , Sonia or Nina

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