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  • Plans

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    A man renting a room from a lesbian is included in their plans.

    Due to recent financial difficulties I’ve had to move into a small apartment over someone’s garage. I was in my early thirties and in decent shape for my age. The couple I was renting was a lesbian couple. Brittany was a tall athletic, brunette with small breasts. She recently encouraged me to work out with her. Meanwhile her lover Carol was about 5’ 2” curvy red head with D cup breasts. I often fantasized about them.
    Brittany was thirty-five and since her family disapproved of her lifestyle it discouraged her from having much to do with them. Her only real family was a twelve year old girl she adopted, named Bailey. I thought the girl was cute, but did my best to put any bad thoughts out of my mind. She was short with dark brown hair and a body that was barely there.
    Carol’s family didn’t mind she was gay. It was only when I came into their house when I heard the conversation that explained why.
    “She never even told us who the father was,” said Carol. She leaned back on the couch in Brittany’s arms. They were both ready for bed. Brittany wore a tight white muscle shirt while Carol wore a night gown.
    “Can you believe this her sister got pregnant when she was sixteen and wouldn’t tell anyone who the father was?” asked Brittany. She reached a hand into Carol’s nightgown and ran it up and down her boobs. I wondered what was going on so I paid attention.
    “Yes, now she needs a place to stay for a few months while she gets things settled,” said Carol. Eventually the conversation changed subject.
    “Didn’t you say your parents were disappointed you haven’t had a kid by now?” asked Brittany.
    “Yes, they wouldn’t mind as long as I let them meet the father,” said Carol. Brittany bent over and reached down Carol’s thighs. She grabbed the bottom of Carol’s nightgown and pulled up to her waist.
    “Here’s your chance,” she said. Brittany looked at me. Carol wasn’t wearing panties and I saw her smooth slit. A small playboy tattoo sat above her pussy.
    “Really. You won’t get jealous?” asked Carol.
    “As long as I get to watch,” said Brittany. I knew what to do. I took off my shirt. I gave Carol a chance to see my body as I stripped off my clothes. Because of the time spent with Brittany I was in better shape than I’ve ever been in. “Since we can tell you don’t have as much as we do I suggest you eat her out first.”
    My dick as already getting hard, but I didn’t need to be told twice. I licked and nibbled on Carol’s pussy lips. She moaned. I looked up briefly to see Brittany massaging her breasts. I kept eating and followed their suggestions of inserting a finger or two.
    “I’m ready,” said Carol. I stood up and lined my dick up with her pussy. Brittany got out from behind Carol and took off her clothes. She sat in the nearby chair and fingered herself.
    I began thrusting and eventually leaned over and fondled Carol’s large boobs. It was so hot I thought I was about to orgasm first when Carol and I heard Brittany loudly gasp. I soon came. All three of us rested when we realized what happened. Brittany got off by watching us fuck. The next few days continued like that. My first thing to do was to fuck Carol while Brittany fingered herself to orgasm.
    One day after I had fucked Carol we watched Brittany bring herself to orgasm. Carol smiled, sat and kissed Brittany. She kept kissing her as she pushed her to the bed. She rubbed Brittany’s thighs, before spreading them.
    “We need to experience what each other felt,” said Carol. Brittany looked at me. My dick was hard again. She kissed Carol again. I took that as a sign and thrust into Brittany. She was tighter than Carol and I tried to be gentle. I kissed her breasts and she moaned. Carol was playing with herself and moaning loudly. We wondered whether anyone would hear her. But soon I felt the need to speed up. I thrust harder and harder into her until we were about to orgasm. Carol beat us to it. We soon lay on the bed resting. We then heard quite footsteps moving away from the door.
    The next Carol’s sister, Corrine, arrived. She was short, barely over five feet tall with light skin and a thin frame and a red head like her sister. Her daughter, Brenda, was built the same way, actually looked younger than her age. Carol suspected they didn’t take care of themselves like they should.
    Bailey and Brenda was talking spening time together the next day. We could she was getting annoyed of the girl. She saw me staring at them. She smiled and then looked at her mother. Brenda was wearing a short t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants. Brittany nodded at Bailey.
    Bailey grabbed the girls pants and yanked them down. Brenda turned away and i saw he little ass. Carol accidently touched my cock and noticed my reaction. Carol took me and Brittany to their bedroom.
    “Is this wrong of me. I want to see them get fucked,” said Carol.
    “That would be so hot,” said Brittany.
    “Can I join in?” asked Bailey.
    “No, you’re too young,” said Brittany.
    “I know what sex is and i’ve been watching you three for the last two days,” said Baily. “Anyway. Brenda wants to be my friend and I think I can get her to do anything I want,” said the girl. We then began to hatch our plan.


  • My Big Sister Part 2_(0)

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    got some mixed comments from the first part, but a couple asked me to continue, so here we are. hope u like this

    Part 2

    “Oh Damn that feels good!” my sister cries as i suck on her left nipple whilst squeezing her right tit in my hand. she pulls me in close to her, grabs my left hand and squeezes tight. i swap tits, sucking on her right nipple and begin to lift my left hand up to play with her left tit when she pulls my hand back down so it rests on her belly button. she continues to moan and her breathing starts to quicken, and i feel my hand sliding down her stomach, coming to rest in between her thighs. she flips us over so she is again on top, and this time i take of my shirt to reveal my small double A breasts. she starts to suck and lick them, then gently bites on my left nipple and tug hard, causing a small amount of pain which is consumed by a vast amount of pleasure. “Ooohhhh Fuuucccckkkkk” i moan feeling incredible pleasure than i have ever thought possible. her hand snakes down my body without me even
    noticing, to wrapped up in my amount of pleasure. it lays in between my thighs, and i feel her starting to rub against the crotch of my tight blue leggings, and that just adds to my excitement “Fuuuucccckkkkkk!!!!!” i scream, my body shaking between her as i feel waves of pleasure coursing through my body, and an increasing wet patch forming on my leggings, darkening the crotch. “and that was just from one touch little Jessie; and look at your leggings, they are all wet. oh well we’ll have to take them off” she whispers, smirking at me and lowering her body so her head is resting in between my legs. she slides them off, and removes my soaked panties, and i instantly place my hands over my pee hole, going a bright shade of red. she takes my hands in hers, kisses them softly, then gently lays them down by my side. i close my eyes, scared of what will happen next. when i feel her hand starting to rub up and down against my pee hole, pleasure consumes me. i push her head into my crotch, screaming incoherent words as an endless wave of pleasure ripples through my body. then the world goes black.

    —— —— —— ——

    I stir from a pleasant dream, in which my sister was on top of me, touching me in all of the wrong areas. i get up, only to find it wasn’t a dream, and that I’m laying on the coach, stark-naked and with my nipples and pee hole extremely sore. i think back to what happened; me and my sister were both cold, so we slept together. nothing happened. this morning, i found out about nipples and my pee hole and all other womanly stuff from my sister. nothing happened. we then sat on the sofa for a chat and… oh no. as far as i know, we are not allowed as we are sisters. it was so wrong…. but it felt so good…. i don’t know what to do…. sore and exhausted, i let sleep claim me. I wake up to the smell of bacon, which is strange as we only have it on special occasions. i get up and redress, thinking I’ll ask Christie about the wet patch in a bit. i walk over to where she is standing and put my arms around her, pulling her body in close to me. “Welcome back to the land of the living, sis. want some bacon?” she asks, turning around to give me a quick kiss and a smile. “Of course i want bacon you know i love that stuff!” i shout, jumping up and down like a 4 year old in a candy store. “all right, all right, put your springs away and sit.” she says, laughing at my immature behaviour. we both sit down, eagerly digging into our bacon, then when its all eaten, we put some hot water in the tub and start to wash the plates, talking about random topics until we come across the one ive been waiting for; what we did today. i put the plate down and look at my sister; her rough, brown curly hair, soft complexion, hourglass shaped figure, toned legs and what got my attention the most was her breasts and butt. I’m not sure what size they are as I’m not quite into bra’s yet, but to me they looked fairly big. and her butt i feel was just right; big and round, but not so it was flappy and squishy, it looked nice and full, like a half moon shape. “Do you want to take a picture, Jessie? that way you can stare at my body all day.” she quips, smirking at my expression. “let me see, hmmmm… nope no camera. sorry Christie maybe next time ” i say, only to end us both up in fits of laughter. ” i wanted to ask Christie, just out of curiosity, what size bra’s you wear.” I’m a Double D why Jessie, you jealous?” she smirks, putting her hands on her hips and shaking her tits around so they bounce all over the place. As I’m about to complain on the fact that i would at least like to see my toes without having to look over to globes, she places a finger on my lips, and pulls me in close to her. i respond to her touch and trail my hands all over her body, leaving light kisses on her neck. thinking back to when she ‘went down on me’ and that i owe her a favour, i quickly drop to my knees and lull her tight leather trousers down to reveal a crimson thong. i place my hand on her crotch and start to rub my hand against it, trying to remember what she did to me; up and down, up and down, circles. she moans out load and grabs hold of the side for support as her legs begin to shake, and i see a dark patch form on her panties and a white liquid slide down her thighs. i pull her panties down and i am instantly hit by a strong aroma; sweet, but something ive never smelt before. i move my head in closer for a better smell, when my sister place both of her hands on the back of my head and pushes my head into her crotch, making me accidentally catch her pee hole with my tongue. “FUCK!!!” she screams, and slides onto the floor her body spasming as white liquid pours out of a spot just below of her pee hole. “Oh Yeah, lick my pussy” i hear her mumble, still pushing my head into her crotch. guessing this new found hole was her pussy, i placed my tongue on the edge and started to lick. “Oh Fuck Oh Fuck Oh FUCKKKKKK!!!!!!!!” she screams as more of the white stuff pours out of her pussy and floods my face. i start to rub it again with my hand, only to find its sopping wet. i place one finger on the edge, and, taking a big guess i push gently till my finger is knuckle deep in her pussy. “Oh Shit!” she moans, and grabs my head and pushes me into her tits. i latch onto her left tit and suck hard, whilst pushing my finger in her pussy. “Oh god, ur gonna.. ur gonna make me … make me… make me cuuummmmmmmm!!!!” she screams her body shaking as she cums on my finger. i pull my finger out and lift it up, smell it, and think if it smells sweet, it may taste sweet as well. coming to that conclusion, i lift my finger to my mouth and suck it dry, tasting the sweet liquid. “Damn that tastes nice” i say, then get back between her legs and start licking up the sweet honey juice still in her pussy, causing her to cum again on my face. “Oh Fuck” she says, then passes out on the floor. i go up to her and cuddle up with her, and lay my head on her, using her tits as pillows, and fall asleep.


  • My Daughter Lauren Part 2

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    The Start of Our Love

    “I’ m home, you motherfucker, get your ass downstairs we need to talk!” I hear as the front door shut behind my bitch of a wife. I was in my daughter’s room on the bed naked with Lauren. Anyways, I quickly got my clothes on and told Lauren that I would be right back and that she should get dressed as well. I hurried down the steps and saw my wife and her blonde 5’11 friend Marla and Marla’s 18 year old brunette daughter Sarah next to her. They all looked at me and Linda said “ You are a shitty husband, an excuse for an adult, and I am moving out on you and our excuse of a daughter. I am moving in with Marla and Sarah who by the way, I HAVE BEEN FUCKING FOR A YEAR!”I don’t want any more of a part in this family, and once I get my things, us 3 are going to move to California.”

    I watched her pack all of her things into her 3 Gucci suitcases over the course of 2 hours. She finally was done and went into Laurens room before leaving. She said to Lauren, who was in her bed crying after overhearing all of the feuding that had gone on this afternoon after our amazing love making, “ You will live with your father for the rest of your life, I’m not coming back, I was never a good mother to you and now I don’t have to be, goodbye and happy birthday.” And just like that Linda stormed off with Sarah and Marla. After they had left I went up to Laurens room to check up on her. I opened her door and saw my beautiful daughter on her bed naked and she said to me “ Its about time my wish came completely, true, its me and you daddy forever and ever.” With that I stripped naked and climbed on top of her and stuck my dick inside of her fucking gorgeous clit. I began going deeper and she began to yell in pain and then she told me “daddy, im no longer a virgin, im all yours.” I then began to ram my dick inside of her slowly, and kiss her passionately. We were kissing each other like 2 lovers that would never see each other again, yet we now will for the rest of our lives. I kept moving inside of her slowly while my tongue was all inside of her cute lips and mouth. I honestly looked at her as a soulmate now, she is so adorable and beautiful and mine, that I wanted everything to last forever.

    She then broke the kiss and said “ Daddy I love you, I want you to fuck me harder then book a flight for us 2 to any island, because daddy, we have a honeymoon ahead of us.” With that I began to ram her harder, and stop kissing her. I began to go deep and fast and she was screaming oh so loud. She was saying “ooooooooooh yeahhhhhh fuckkkkkkkkkk me daddddddddddy.” I then without warning came all inside and over her pussy, and she moaned and reached down to her pussy and put the cum dripping, on her hands and rubbed it all over her boobs. Once we had finished she hopped off the bed and decided to take out a white sundress, and black leggings, with no thong or bra. She put these on while I called up my travel agent and told him I need 2 seats on any plane to any island in the nicest hotel. He figured that out for me and told me we had a 2 oclock in the afternoon flight to Hawaii. I walked into Laurens room and told her the news and she said “ ill pack up later, but right now I want to go out for dinner, it is my birthday after all.” I laughed, got dressed and drove to her favorite Italian restaurant about 45 minutes away from our house. She hopped on the front seat and gave me a kiss and we began to drive.

    About 20 minutes into the car ride, she lifted up her sundress and removed her leggings. She then lifted her sundress over her head, and reclined the seat completely back. I said “Lauren what the fuck are you doing?!? She said “ Hush now sweety, and take those fingers of yours and put them in my pussy, ill love it daddy. I took control of the wheel with my left hand, and I was on a highway for another 10 minutes so no turns were nessecary. I moved my right hand across the dashboard, with my eyes on the road, and felt around until I found her pussy lips. As I felt around, I felt that her skin was so smooth and her legs were so nice. Anyways I got 2 fingers into her clit and began to go in slowly. I moved my fingers inside her soft pussy in nice slow strokes so I could hear her cute moans. As she laid down in my car naked, with my 2 fingers inside of her, a cop pulled aside of my car as I was admiring her body. I heard the sirens and I panicked. I thought oh no, im screwed for life, performing sexual acts on my own daughter. I pulled over and made Lauren put her leggings and sundress back on, and made her recline the seat up.
    A knock on my window, I opened, “ License and Registration.” “No Problem mam, I opened up my glovebox and gave it to the woman. This officer who stood beside me was black, about 6 feet tall, long black hair and dark brown eyes. She said “ who would you be young lady?” Lauren innocently responded “ My name is Lauren.” The officer then said “ Well Lauren, I just saw your daddy performing a sexual act on you, now I have the right to place your daddy in jail for a very long time, or you can let me do what your father just did to you.” “Excuse me mam?” says Lauren. I then say “ What are you talking about officer?” She then said “ Follow my car and you will see.”

    A silence between me and my daughter was in motion while we followed this police officers car to a house about 5 minutes away from where we were on the highway. She then pulled into her driveway, as did I. Me and Lauren exited our car as we followed this women into her house. When we got inside, she led us into her bedroom. She then directed me and my daughter to remove our clothes, which we uneasily did. She then handcuffed us both together and handcuffed us to the headboard of her bed. She then said “ I know this comes off in the weirdest way possible, but me and my daughter Meme once shared the type of love I saw you two have in the car today.” My husband left us when she was 10, and we started to fall/make love when she turned 12. As 2 years passed, I found out that my husband was secretly having an affair with her as well, and she left and moved away on me about 2 months ago.” I saw a cute teenage girl sharing that love with your father today and ive missed that so much, that im propositioning you both would you both make love with me?

    Me and Lauren looked at each other, whispered in each others ears and after a minute we decided that we would definitely fuck with this beautiful tall muscular big chested black women. Lauren then said “ Hey baby whats your name.” The officer then said “ Im officer Smith and you two are in big big trouble.”
    TO BE CONTINUED…

    (IF YOU WANT ME TO CONTINUE THIS SERIES PLEASE COMMENT BELOW…AND IF YOU HAVE JUST READ THIS, I ADVISE YOU ALL TO READ THE FIRST PART OF THE STORY)


  • SAPHIC PLEASURE PLUS.

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    I am Julie, I am blessed with a high sex drive. My man Charles and I are in our early forties, we are both bisexual and we enjoy an open relationship with an extra man or woman on a regular basis.

    I am currently away for a week or two staying with, Kaylene, one of my long-standing, bi-sex girlfriends in her lavish condo. She is just past forty, a very attractive size 12-14 long haired, brunette with a voluptuous body. She looked wonderful in her heels, skin tight white slacks and black silk blouse when she met me at the airport.

    On the Sunday one of the first questions she asked on the way from the airport was, “Do you still like being licked and teased?”

    “Yes I do, more than ever. Though I did promise my man I wouldn’t fuck any men while I was away this time. That still leaves some scope though,” I teased with a big smile. “He wants me to email him every few days to update him and tell him about you.”

    “Tell me about your current man and I will tell you about mine. I have arranged for you to meet him on Saturday,” Kaylene told me as we drove. Later in the week I emailed my man: ‘It was three in the afternoon when we arrived at Kaylene’s condo and had a bath together, never seen such a huge bath. We had our hands all over each other as we kissed like teenagers and slowly undressed each other. You would love her glorious big ass and 36C tits. Then exquisite lesbian sex after we oiled each others naked bodies.

    ‘I fantasized about you watching and masturbating as she licked my very erect nipples. Then she licked the insides of my thighs before she teased and edged my clit with the tip of her tongue. I must have cum six times before I did exactly the same to her as she kept repeating, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt. You know I love an exciting commentary as an extra turn on. And that was exciting, very exciting as she counted the orgasms I gave her with my tongue. I made a point of getting her off seven times, one more than me.

    ‘We made erotic lesbian love every which way each afternoon over the next three days. One afternoon she asked me if I had ever been spanked. Something you and I have often talked about, but never done. “And you I asked?”

    “Yes, often, a spanking before sex is a wonderful aphrodisiac,” she told me. I was hooked when she handed me a paddle and lay down over a pillow to highlight her naked ass for me.

    “Do it for me Julie. Don’t hold back. Then I will do it for you. She was really into it. I started softly, but after every stroke she told me, ‘harder, I love it. And I did enjoy doing it, a new sexual challenge off my bucket list. Now you Julie, she told me after ten strokes. Oh, wow, so exciting. All I could say was harder, I love it. Can I spank you baby? And you do it to me. That afternoon our love making had a whole new and magical dimension.

    ‘On the Thursday morning she showed me some video clips of Yana, one of her very attractive and exotic, dark skinned girlfriends. “I told her her all about you and I. She wants to seduce you while I watch and make up a three-some. Would later today be satisfactory?”

    ‘Yes, it would be I told her with my libido in overdrive. I decided I would make a real event of it and dressed in my black lingerie with a garter belt to hold my stockings up, no knickers or bra under a short black dress. Lots of sexual tension while we waited for Yana to arrive. Kaylene told me I was a very exciting woman as we lightly tongue kissed and teased to pass the time.

    ‘Instant sexual attraction when Yana arrived as we kissed passionately. A tall size 12 brunette with long legs and a slim body. Ten minutes later I was flat on my back on the bed, still with my stockings and garter belt, as Yana licked my cunt lips while Kaylene licked and sucked my nipples. So good baby!

    ‘Later, Yana asked me to stand behind her and hold her as Kaylene licked her cunt while she stood with her legs apart. Looked wonderful in the wall mirrors. Reminded me of the first time you licked me standing up and how I squirted for you.

    On the Friday my man emailed me. ‘Reading about your sex life with your girlfriends has really turned me on. So pleased you haven’t fucked another man. I am hanging out for sexual relief and I mean really hanging out for it.

    The next day I emailed him again. ’Just as Kaylene promised her man James arrived on Saturday. Earlier she told me she was his cougar, he is ten years younger than her and she had told him all about me. She asked if I would like to watch them fucking after he watched her licking my cunt. We could all have a bath together first, she told me.

    ‘And we did. Not sure if her man is bi, though he looked and behaved like a real stud. You will be pleased his erection was not as big as yours baby. I loved the way he masturbated while he watched Kaylene licking me. An absolute buzz watching a younger man I met just an hour ago masturbating while his cougar was fucking me with her tongue. I kept teasing him by asking him if he liked watching his lady licking my cunt.

    ‘Then I told him, Kaylene wants me to watch you fucking her when she is finished with me. Would you like that?, I asked.

    Always an absolute buzz for me watching another couple fucking. And these two were a huge buzz as we had a three-way conversation. The next day Kaylene asked him if he would like her to give him a blow job while he licked my cunt. That was before she asked me if I would like that. How could I say no baby?

    ‘He has always wanted to masturbate while two women watch, let’s give him some extra stimulation He oiled my naked body for me while his lady watched. Then I oiled her naked body while he watched. Then I oiled his naked body while his lady watched. By then he had raging hard on. Kaylene stood behind him and pressed her naked body against his as I oiled and edged his erection with two hands. Then one hand as I squeezed his balls with my other oily hand. I had him begging for more.’

    The next day I received an email from my man. ‘I am so very horny and hanging out for sexual relief after reading your emails baby. I loved reading how you pleasured two women and a man in just a week. I wish you and your friends could watch what I am about to do.

    ‘My pubic area is completely shaved apart from a small tuft above my member. In order to achieve a really good grade-one erection, like I do when you turn me on and edge me, I am wearing a skimpy crotch-less black male g-string, and using a vacuum pump, cock ring and baby oil.

    ‘I am sitting on a stool and flash open my dressing gown so I am almost naked with my feet barely touching the floor in front of a wall length mirror, thinking about and concentrating on your glorious ass. And some pics of you naked part from heels for extra stimulation.

    ‘I am teasing my nipples with ice blocks. Then ice blocks on my balls. I run an ice block along my erect shaft. Then tease and pleasure my cock with four oily fingertips and thumb placed over the head of my erection and further down. Feels wonderful on the rim of my cock head. Then tease the underside of my erection with just a fingertip. And tease some more.

    ‘Then oily thumb tip and fingertip of two hands along the full length of my erection, tease, tease, as the sides of my hands slap noisily against my torso just as my torso used to slap against your glorious ass cheeks.

    ‘I am fantasizing watching you and your two lesbian lovers. The veins in my cock are bulging.

    ‘I am breathing very heavily as my orgasm builds to a crescendo, I don’t want the sexual pleasure to end, though sexual release is so close.

    ‘Glorious relief as I cum and I make involuntary, uncontrollable, very loud noise repeating the f word as I shoot. And I almost pass out from the pleasure.

    My lover emailed back. ‘Do it again tomorrow on Zoom for Kaylene and I, and you can watch us in action.’


  • Thongs

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    Story: Thong Girls (1 of 14) →
    Thong Girls
    Chap­ter 1 — A Dirty Job
    No one knows where it first start­ed. Some peo­ple say they’re not sure how it will all end.

    It first came to my desk not quite three months ago. It was a slow news day which when you’re a re­porter like me is never a good thing. Any­way, I was sit­ting at my desk try­ing to think of some­thing pithy to say for the col­umn I was writ­ing when Mathil­da Gruff was brought to my desk.

    Now if the mere name Mathil­da Gruff con­jures up the image of a mid­dle-aged busy body who prob­a­bly hadn’t been laid in months, then you al­ready know what Mathil­da Gruff looks like. For those of you who didn’t get that image, let me say that Mathil­da Gruff was a mid­dle-aged busy body who hadn’t been laid in months.

    I mo­tioned for Mathil­da to take a seat for the very sim­ple rea­son that I didn’t want her to see the game of soli­taire that I had been play­ing on my com­put­er. “Can I help you,” I asked.

    “I want you to shut them down.”

    Quite rea­son­ably, I asked, “Shut who down?”

    “Them,” she said. “Those cof­fee hous­es. I want you to shut them down.”

    “What cof­fee hous­es?”

    Mathil­da Gruff’s sigh left lit­tle to my imag­i­na­tion. In her mind, I was un­doubt­ed­ly the stupi­dest man she’d ever met, or at least, I was the stupi­dest man she’d met in the last ten min­utes. “I want you to shut them down,” she said. “I want you to shut down the thong girl cof­fee hous­es.”

    There was an ob­vi­ous ques­tion and since it was an ob­vi­ous ques­tion and since I’m a re­porter who is paid to ask the ob­vi­ous ques­tions, I asked it. “What’s a thong girl cof­fee house?”

    Mathil­da Gruff looked at me as if I was so stupid and she gave me an­oth­er one of her sighs be­fore she fi­nal­ly an­swered. “The girls in the cof­fee shops are wear­ing thongs and … and other things. Re­vealling things. Dis­gust­ing things de­signed to tit­ti­late the cus­tomers.”

    I wasn’t sure if that, ex­act­ly, was what Mathil­da had in mind but she cer­tain­ly had my in­ter­est. “Tit­ti­late the cus­tomers,” I asked. “Which cof­fee shop did you say this was?”

    “It’s not just one cof­fee shop. It’s all of them. They’re all just a bunch of smut havens.”

    “Well, if it’s all of them, then it sounds like what you re­al­ly want is to shut down all cof­fee hous­es.”

    She gave me yet an­oth­er of her sighs that was de­signed to tell me just how stupid I was. “I don’t want them to be shut down. I just want them to stop ped­dling their smut.”

    “Smut, Mrs. Gruff. Re­al­ly?”

    “Yes, re­al­ly. Those girls are sluts, and the thongs were just the be­gin­ning.”

    “The be­gin­ning?”

    Mathil­da Gruff nod­ded em­phat­i­cal­ly. She was cer­tain­ly warm­ing to her task now. “The thongs were only the be­gin­ning. I think they’re com­pet­ing with one an­oth­er, try­ing to outdo the other and I’ve been see­ing those thong girls hav­ing S-E-X.”

    “I see. Would that be with each other or with the cus­tomers?”

    “Don’t you dis­miss me,” she told me. “I will not be tri­fled with.”

    “I un­der­stand, Mrs. Gruff, and I as­sure you, we will be look­ing into it.”

    She looked at me as if she were try­ing to as­sess just how like­ly I was to do what I said I was going to do and then she gave me a sniff and she got up. “I’ve got my eye on you, Mr. McAdams,” she said fi­nal­ly. “I ex­pect you to fol­low through.”

    I told her I would and I kept my face as straight as I could until I’d fi­nal­ly ush­ered her out of my of­fice, and it was only after I’d sat back down that I fi­nal­ly let my­self laugh. Ac­tu­al­ly, it was sad re­al­ly. Here was this woman that thought girls were hav­ing sex in cof­fee hous­es mere­ly be­cause of the type of un­der­wear they wore. Sad, I thought again, but hard­ly worth my time.

    And it might have ended there ex­cept that on my way home from work, I was stopped at a traf­fic light and in front of me on the right was a cof­fee house. I could have passed it by but Mathil­da Gruff was still fresh in my mind and on a whim, when the light changed green, I moved for­ward and pulled into the cof­fee shop’s park­ing lot.

    The first thing I no­ticed when I got there was the noise. There was music play­ing and some­one had turned it up loud­er than it should be. I’ve al­ways hated that and I made a men­tal note of it, al­most as if I were get­ting ready to write a re­view of the place.

    The place was crowd­ed, more crowd­ed than I would have thought it might be but as I took my place in line, I didn’t see a sin­gle thong.

    As the line moved for­ward, I looked around me. As far as I could tell, sex was not run­ning ram­pant among the pa­trons of this cof­fee house, at least.

    And then it was my turn at the front of the line. I freely admit that this re­search was high­ly non-sci­en­tif­ic but I put in my order. “Say,” I told the girl tak­ing the or­ders, “some­one told me you guys were wear­ing thongs in here.” Man, I felt stupid say­ing that.

    “You want to see my thong,” said the girl asked the counter.

    “Yes, I mean no, I mean, I was just ask­ing you know. I mean, I don’t want to cause any trou­ble, you know.”

    “It’s no trou­ble at all,” the girl said. She al­ready had her jeans opened and she was push­ing them down past her hips. “See,” she said. “Here it is.”

    I cer­tain­ly did see. The girl was wear­ing a lit­tle, yel­low thong.

    “I, um, I … thanks for show­ing that to me.”

    “It’s no trou­ble at all,” the girl said. “All you had to do was ask.”

    I couldn’t help but no­tice the look that the girl who was mak­ing my drink gave me when she fi­nal­ly hand­ed it over. If I didn’t know bet­ter, I would have said she looked hurt.

    I took my drink and found a place in the cor­ner to sit and think. To tell the truth, if I went to a cof­fee house at all, which was rare enough as it was, I would have taken my drink to go, but this was a fact find­ing trip so I took my drink and went and sat in the cor­ner.

    The crowd seemed to be dying down. I fig­ured I’d prob­a­bly caught the tail end of the after work crowd and it was too early for the night out crowd, and that was just fine with me.

    The girl be­hind the counter came up to me. “Can I sit here,” she asked.

    “Sure.”

    The girl slid into a seat. “I think Gina’s mad at you,” she said.

    “Gina,” I asked. “Who’s Gina?”

    “She’s the one who makes the drinks. Well, we both do, but she does it more than me.”

    I nod­ded. “So why is Gina mad at me.”

    “Gina’s wear­ing a G-string. She told me I should stop wear­ing jeans like she has. She said that’s the way to get my­self no­ticed, but you asked about my thong, in­stead. Did you like it, by the way?”

    “Like what?”

    “My thong. Did you like it?”

    “Yeah,” I said. “It looks great.”

    “I’m glad. I only bought it last week so I was hop­ing it looked good.”

    “It looks great,” I as­sured her.

    “I’m glad.”

    “So, um, so this might be a per­son­al ques­tion, but do all the girls here …”

    “Do all the girls wear thongs or g-strings?”

    “Oh no.”

    “No?”

    “Sure. Some girls wear noth­ing at all but I can’t do that?”

    I shook my head. I just wasn’t sure I’d heard what I thought I’d heard. “Can’t do what?”

    “You know. Wear noth­ing at all. I mean, we’re mak­ing cof­fee back there. What if some­thing splash­es out. That is one place I don’t want to get burned, but if you want to know what I mean, all you got to do is look at So­phie.”

    I couldn’t help my­self. “Who’s So­phie,” I asked.

    “Oh, she’s not here right now, but she’ll be in later but if you want to see her pussy, all you got to do is ask. Speak­ing of which …”

    It took me a sec­ond to re­al­ize what she was doing. “No wait,” I said.

    But she was al­ready lean­ing clos­er and her hand was al­ready be­tween my legs. “Come on,” she said. “We all know why guys like you come in here.”

    I want­ed to tell her no but she al­ready had her hand in my lap.

    “Oooh,” she purred. “What do we have in here?”

    I groaned. I knew I should tell her no, but I just couldn’t.

    I could feel her slid­ing my zip­per down and then she was push­ing her hand in­side my pants and she was wrap­ping her hand around my cock.

    “Do you want me to suck on this,” she asked.

    I knew I should have said no but I said noth­ing and I guess as far as the girl was con­cerned, that was as good as a yes be­cause that was all it took for her to haul my cock out into the light.

    Her hand stroked me and she looked up at me. “I’m re­al­ly going to like this,” she told me, and then as if to make sure I be­lieved what she said, she opened her mouth and she slid her­self down around my cock.

    Okay, I’ll admit it. I’d come in there to do a lit­tle re­search but al­most from the mo­ment she got her mouth down around my cock, from that mo­ment on, all I could think of was how good her mouth felt around my cock.

    And she wasn’t stop­ping, ei­ther. Slow and steady, that’s the way she was doing it, and it just felt so good.

    I sup­pose I should have been look­ing around, look­ing around and see­ing if any­one was watch­ing me but the truth was as soon as that girl had her mouth on my cock, I couldn’t think of any­thing else ex­cept for what her mouth felt like, and I knew I want­ed to do it. I knew I want­ed to cum in her mouth.

    And still, she kept on suck­ing.

    Oh God. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t hold back any­more. I knew I should have warned her what was com­ing, but I didn’t.

    She had to know what I was doing and yet she just kept suck­ing my cock even as I con­tin­ued to cum in her mouth. Fuck, that felt good.

    And the most amaz­ing thing was she just kept right on suck­ing even as I con­tin­ued to cum. I couldn’t be­lieve it. She wasn’t just suck­ing but she was swal­low­ing, too.

    She pulled her mouth up off of me and she flashed me a shy, lit­tle grin. “How was that,” she asked. “Did I do a good job?”

    Did she what? Was she se­ri­ous? She’d just given me the best blow job I’d ever got, (okay, the only blow job I’d ever got,) and yet here she was ask­ing me if she’d done a good job and yet just by look­ing at her, I could tell, she re­al­ly want­ed to know. “Yeah,” I told her. “Yeah. You did great.”

    I couldn’t help but no­tice that her hand hadn’t left my cock. She gave my cock a squeeze. “I’m glad,” she said. “I’ve only been work­ing here a cou­ple of weeks, but I’m re­al­ly glad to hear you say that.”

    “Do you want some­thing,” I asked.

    “Yeah,” she said.

    “What do you want?”

    Her hand squeezed my cock. “Well, I was won­der­ing …”

    “You were won­der­ing what?”

    “I was won­der­ing if you want­ed to do some­thing else.”

    Okay, I’m not dumb, but re­al­ly, I had no idea what she was talk­ing about. “Some­thing else,” I asked.

    Her hand squeezed my cock. “You know,” she said coyly. “Some­thing else. Some­thing … more.”

    I still didn’t get it. “Some­thing … wait a minute! You’re not say­ing what I think you’re say­ing.”

    Her hand con­tin­ued to stroke my cock. “I don’t know,” she said. “It all de­pends on what you think I’m ask­ing. What do you think I’m ask­ing?”

    What was I think­ing? Was she just toy­ing with me? Screw with the re­porter. Nah. She didn’t even know I was a re­porter. Maybe she was just screw­ing with me for no other rea­son than that was what she want­ed to do. The only thing I didn’t think she was play­ing me. I thought she re­al­ly meant it. “I think you’re telling me you want to have sex with me.”

    She didn’t stop. Her hand kept stroking my cock. “Then I guess we’re talk­ing about the same thing.”

    I couldn’t be­lieve I was say­ing this. “Where do you want to go,” I asked.

    “Go?”

    “Yeah. Where do you want to go?”

    “But I can’t go any­where. I’m still on duty.”

    “But I don’t … wait a minute. You mean you want to do it here?”

    Her hand had never stopped stroking my cock and she wasn’t stop­ping now. “Why not,” she asked.

    “Why not? This is a pub­lic place for one thing. Peo­ple might see.”

    “So?”

    “So this is a pub­lic place,” I re­peat­ed.

    Her hand con­tin­ued to stroke my cock. “So let me get this straight. It’s okay for you to let me suck your cock but it’s not okay for you to let me ride your cock.” Her hand squeezed my rigid mem­ber. “Come on,” she said. “It’s not like I don’t know what you want.” Her hand gave my cock an­oth­er squeeze. “I can tell what you want.”

    Okay, she had me there.

    “Come on,” she said. “It’ll be fun.”

    “I … I’m not going to do that.”

    “Come on,” she said. “It’ll be my first time, too.”

    “Your first time?”

    “I’ve only been work­ing here a cou­ple of weeks, you know, but I want you to be my first.”

    I couldn’t help won­der­ing if that was just a line that she told all the guys but I had to admit that if it was a line, she de­liv­ered it well.

    “Come on,” she said again and she punc­tu­at­ed that with an­oth­er squeeze of my cock, “I want to ride you. It’ll be fun.”

    I couldn’t be­lieve I was even con­sid­er­ing it but to my cred­it, I shook my head. “I can’t,” I said.

    The girl seemed gen­uine­ly hurt. “It’s be­cause you like Gina bet­ter, isn’t it? I’ll bet you’d let her come over here and suck your dick, wouldn’t you, and I’d bet you’d let her ride your dick, too.”

    Over the girl’s shoul­der, I could see Gina watch­ing her. “What, no,” I told her.

    “No? So you do want to fuck me?”

    Ac­tu­al­ly, yes, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.

    And she wasn’t about to let it drop ei­ther. “Well,” she asked as she stroked my cock. “Which is it? Do you want me to fuck you?”

    Still, I said noth­ing.

    Her hand was stroking me hard­er and she was look­ing me in the eyes. “You know you can’t get away with say­ing noth­ing,” she said. “You’re going to have to say some­thing.”

    I was find­ing it so hard to think with what her hand was doing to my cock.

    “Come on. Do you want me to fuck you?”

    “Yes.” I hadn’t even re­al­ized I’d said it. It just leaked out but sud­den­ly, there it was. Yes, I want­ed her to fuck me.

    If I’d ex­pect­ed any­thing to change with my ad­mis­sion, I was going to find out just how wrong I was be­cause at first, noth­ing changed. She was still there, stroking my cock and I was still there, moan­ing as she did it.

    She leaned in close and her mouth was al­most up against my ear but her hand never left my cock. “Is Gina still watch­ing,” she whis­pered.

    “Yes,” I whis­pered back.

    “Good, ‘cause she’s been teas­ing me long enough. I want her to see this.”

    She pulled back. “Let me take your pants off,” she said.

    It was my last chance. I could have stopped her if I want­ed to, but the truth was I didn’t want to. I let her take my pants off and I let her take my un­der­wear down.

    Her hand was back again on my cock. “Do you like it when I do this,” she asked.

    I’ll admit it. I pret­ty much wasn’t think­ing any­more, or if I was think­ing, the only thing I was think­ing about was her hand on my cock. “Yeah,” I told her. “I like it. I like it a lot.”

    “Do you want to see my pussy?”

    She al­ready knew what my an­swer was going to be even be­fore I said it. “Yeah,” I told her. “I want to see your pussy.”

    She hes­i­tat­ed for just a mo­ment and then she stood. I watched her take off her jeans and once more, I got an­oth­er look at her bright, yel­low thong, but it was only for a mo­ment, be­cause mo­ments later, her thong was on top of her jeans and she was climb­ing onto my lap.

    Her legs strad­dled mine and once more, she wrapped her fin­gers around my cock. “I re­al­ly want to feel this,” she mur­mured.

    She wasn’t wait­ing for a reply from me be­cause I could feel her pussy mov­ing into place. She still held my cock even as she moved the head of it be­tween my lips and then she fi­nal­ly re­lin­quished her hold on it even as she pushed her pussy down upon my shaft.

    “Oh fuck,” she groaned and to tell the truth, I had to agree with her. Oh fuck in­deed. Her pussy felt so good around my cock.

    She was work­ing her­self even deep­er onto my cock and there was some­thing that was just so hot about hav­ing a girl try and push her pussy down on my cock.

    She seemed to have got­ten as much as me as she could in­side her pussy and for a mo­ment, she just stayed where she was, al­most as if she were get­ting used to the feel of me in­side her pussy. Hell, for all I know, maybe that was ex­act­ly what was going through her mind.

    She start­ed slow­ly at first, pulling her pussy up and then thrust­ing her­self back down again but with every cycle of that pussy, she took me a lit­tle hard­er and a lit­tle faster.

    “How’s that,” she moaned. “How do you like that pussy?”

    “’T’s good,” I moaned back.

    “Yeah,” she moaned. “Yeah, it’s good.”

    I couldn’t agree with her more.

    “I love the feel of your cock. I love the feel of it be­tween my legs.”

    That made two of us, I thought.

    “Oh God,” she moaned. “Oh God. Grab my ass.”

    “W-what?”

    “You heard me,” she moaned. “Grab my ass. I want to feel it. I want to feel your hands on my ass.”

    I grabbed her ass.

    “Squeeze me,” she moaned. “Squeeze me.”

    “Huh.”

    “Squeeze me,” she said again. “Squeeze me. I want you to squeeze my ass.”

    The girl moaned as my hands squeezed her butt.

    “I want you to make me cum,” the girl moaned.

    That made two of us, I thought.

    “I want you to make me cum,” the girl moaned again even as she rode me hard­er.

    I didn’t know about her but I was pret­ty sure about me. The way her pussy was rid­ing my cock, I was sur­prised I hadn’t cum al­ready.

    “Make me cum,” she begged. “Make me cum.”

    I could feel it hap­pen­ing. I could feel the pres­sure build­ing up in­side of me. I couldn’t stop it and I knew I didn’t want to stop it.

    “Make me cum.”

    I could feel my cock surge. I could feel my­self cum­ming in­side that tight, lit­tle pussy. I couldn’t help my­self and to be hon­est, I didn’t want to hold back. I want­ed to feel what it felt like to cum in­side that tight, lit­tle pussy.

    “Oh God,” the girl moaned. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.” And that’s when I got it. Her pussy just wasn’t tight. Her pussy was even tighter than it had been be­fore. “Oh God,” the girl moaned yet again. “Oh God, that’s it. Make me cum. Make me cum. Make me … me … oh God, yeah, make me cum.”

    Re­al­ly, to be hon­est, I wasn’t doing much of any­thing. I sup­plied the dick but ev­ery­thing else, she’d done her­self, but then I wasn’t about to re­mind her of that.

    “Oh God,” she moaned yet again. “Oh God, that’s good. Make me cum. Make me cum.”

    She col­lapsed against me and I re­mem­ber think­ing that it would have been nice if she’d taken her shirt off first be­cause then I would have been able to see her tits.

    My cock was start­ing to lose some of its rigid­i­ty and she pulled back, try­ing to hold me in­side her pussy, but my cock wouldn’t stay put, and I could feel it as it slipped free from her pussy’s warm and wet em­brace. She leaned down and kissed me and then she kissed me again be­fore she fi­nal­ly pulled back. “That was fun,” she said.

    Fun was hard­ly the word for it, I thought.

    “And to think,” she went on, “not all that long ago, I wouldn’t have done this.”

    “Huh?”

    “I said not that long ago, I wouldn’t have done some­thing like this.”

    There was some­thing in that, some­thing that seemed to set off bells and whis­tles in my re­porter’s mind. “You wouldn’t have done it,” I said. “Then why are you doing it now?”

    “I don’t know. I just am.”

    That wasn’t a good enough an­swer. I knew it and I think she did, too. “Some­thing must have changed,” I said. “What changed?”

    “Huh?”

    “Some­thing had to have changed.”

    “I don’t know what you’re talk­ing about.”

    “Sure you do.”

    She was start­ing to get antsy and I could tell my ques­tions were up­set­ting her. To be hon­est, I don’t think she even knew the whole truth but I had to try to get it out of her. “What changed,” I asked again.

    “I don’t know.”

    “When did it hap­pen?”

    “When did what hap­pen?”

    “When did things start to change?”

    “When did what start to change?”

    “You said things changed. When did they change.”

    She shrugged. “I don’t know. About two weeks ago, I guess.”

    “About two weeks … you mean, about when you start­ed work­ing here, right?”

    “I guess.”

    That’s when it all start­ed to come to­geth­er. What Mathil­da Gruff had said. She wasn’t just some crazy, old woman. She was right. There was some­thing going on in the cof­fee hous­es. Some­thing that was turn­ing girls into sluts, and I was going to have to find out what it was, even if it meant I had to go to in­ves­ti­gate every sin­gle thong girl in every sin­gle cof­fee house.

    It was a dirty job, but some­one had to do it.
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  • MICHAEL’S FIRST WEEKS IN HIS NEW JOB.

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    “If you are free on Sunday afternoon Michael, I have two bi-sex women for you. Would that be suitable?,” my agent asked.

    I am Michael, in my late twenties, 72 inches tall, 168 pounds, a toned, fit body and genetically lucky to possess a large, thick cock – ten inches when erect. I live in Sydney, Australia and used to moonlight as a gigolo or male escort.

    That was before Ada asked me to work for her ‘exclusive agency’. “We have a wide ranging client list, males and females, and lots of constant work,” she told me as she auditioned me. “And we provide for some very kinky people with lots of sexual fetishes.”

    NOLENE AND HER FEMALE PARTNER. Ten-minutes after I arrived Nolene was sitting on a stool with me standing alongside, sucking my ten-inch erection as her younger partner licked her almost bald cunt lips. They were both very attractive bi-sexual, lesbians. They told me they wanted to stretch their boundaries with a hung man.

    TWO DAYS LATER the ten-year older lady client was very excited, just as I was, as she watched her naked, hairy chested, hunky man expertly blowing my ten-inch erection as she alternated tongue kissing me and sucking my nipples while I had a hand on her gorgeous naked ass. That was after he watched me fuck his lady every which way for thirty-minutes while he masturbated.

    CATRIONA and JOHN. When I arrived the forty-something lady was lying face down, on a massage table, completely naked apart from a black g-string with her attractive man in just a skimpy jock strap, massaging the insides of her thighs. “My man has wanted this for a long time, so have I,” she smiled.

    “A very long time,” she continued as they watched me undress. “He has always wanted to watch me blow a thick, really well hung man after he has oiled their cock.”

    I was surprised how much I enjoyed his soft, oily hands on my balls and my cock and how quickly he had me fully erect. And I did enjoy his lady watching as I ogled her ass, especially when she told me I was, “Magnificent, huge, ten-inches and thick, very thick,” as her man resumed massaging the insides of her thighs with his oily fingers.

    “My man has wanted this for a long time, so have I,” she repeated resting on her elbows as her man removed his jock strap and switched to massaging her generous ass cheeks as she took my erection between her lips. I had never had a blow job while watching the lady have her ass massaged by a naked man with an erection.

    “Turn me over,” she told her man after around five minutes as she lifted her ass so he could slide her g-string off.

    “Use me, we both want this,” she whispered as her head was now hanging over the massage table as I watched her man licking her engorged clit as he glanced at me sliding my erection between his ladies lips.

    “He wants to blow you while I watch,” Catriona told me after they watched me shower. “Standing or lying down? Your call,” she smiled.

    Without saying a word I sat on a high stool with my legs apart and barely touching the floor. His tongue on my balls while his lady licked and sucked my nipples was an absolute turn on as she kept repeating, “He wants to blow you while I watch.”

    Then after a a few minutes when they had me rock hard with a full ten-inch erection, “He really does want to blow you while I watch. Would you like that while I suck your nipples?”

    “Yes I would, very much.”

    “You are almost twice as big as my man,” she whispered in my ear so he couldn’t hear. “Though he is very good isn’t he?,” she smiled as he sucked my second erection for the session while his lady teased and sucked my nipples.

    “Soak up the pleasure.”

    And I did.

    THE LADY PUT HER PHONE ON SPEAKER just as I was about to penetrate her and told me she wanted her man back home to share our time together. She was in her mid-forties and had a magnificent size fourteen body with a gorgeous big ass to match.

    “Michael is about to fuck me honey. You know how horny I get when I am away. He is almost twenty years younger than me. And best of all he is huge, ten-inches and thick.

    “He loved my big ass as I posed naked on a stool for him, just like I do for you. And I loved him kissing it while I had my hand wrapped around his huge cock.

    “Right now I am naked apart from my heels, resting on my elbows bending over a table with my legs wide apart.”

    “Before you fuck my wife I want you to punish her for me Michael, that way I won’t feel so bad. Use your belt on her big ass. Do it hard so I can hear what you are doing.

    “She likes it doesn’t she?”

    “That is so good honey, he is stroking his thick, ten-inch erection at the same time with his other hand.”

    The commentary she provided for both me and her man as I fucked her was a huge turn on.

    “Michael is fucking me now honey. Right now I am naked apart from my heels, resting on my elbows bending over a table with my legs wide apart. And best of all he is huge, ten-inches and thick.

    “And he is fucking me hard, very hard, just as I like it. Can you hear him slapping into my ass?”

    TWO FIFTY-YEAR OLD WOMEN. The older, very glamorous woman, Rachel, who greeted me was immaculately dressed in expensive clothes and shoes.

    “My bi-sex friend Linda is fifty today. She has always fantasized about blowing and fucking a ten-inch erection while I watch, so you are my birthday present for her. And I have always fantasized about watching her blowing and fucking thick, a ten-inch erection. Are you comfortable with that? My girlfriend Linda and I are both very comfortable with that.”

    I was extremely comfortable with that when her very attractive, voluptuous blond friend Linda made an entrance with a big smile dressed in killer heels and the sexiest black lingerie I had ever seen. A long, billowing, diaphanous gown, open to show her black seamless stockings held up by a sexy garter belt with six, thin straps, no knickers and almost bald cunt lips.

    “Good tits for fifty,”she smiled as she she teased her large nipples with her fingertips, as her girlfriend Rachel helped her shrug the gown off. “And my ass, good for fifty? Forty two inches,” she smirked as she strutted around the room.

    I do love a good ass and ogling hers as it moved as she strutted, framed by her sexy garter belt with six, thin straps gave me an instant erection.

    I enjoyed their reaction as Rachel undressed me with Linda watching on. “He is huge, thick, hung and ten-inches Linda,” Rachel murmured with my raging erection in her hands as she ran her wet lips along the full length to it.

    “My birthday fantasy realized, enjoy while you watch,” Linda murmured as she sat on a chair with my cock in her hands. Then lick it, kiss it, before she wrapped her lips and tongue around it as her friend Rachel tongue kissed me.

    A huge turn on for me and Linda as Rachel knelt between Linda’s legs and licked her cunt lips, “Happy birthday honey, are you ready to fuck him now?,” Rachel teased as Linda had a deep orgasm with my erection between her lips.

    What a fuck it was as I fucked Linda from behind on the bed. My hands grasping her glorious big ass framed by her suspender belt as Rachel, her bi-sex lover, alternated tongue kissing her and licking and kissing her nipples as she kept repeating, “Ten inches for you honey, I love watching. Is he good?”


  • Party Guest – A Halloween Story

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    A party guest talks about John’s decade of exceptional Halloween parties.

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    John has the best Halloween parties ever. I attended the first one of his parties ten years ago. I’m not on the guest list, never have been, but no one knows that. There are always a lot of party crashers at John’s Halloween parties. Part of the thrill of John’s parties is that everyone is totally anonymous. Many years ago such masked parties were quite the rage, but modern costumes and disguises are so much better. In fact, reasonably-priced modern latex masks and stage makeup are so good that some guests can arrive, participate in hours of decadent pleasure, and then leave without anyone ever knowing who they are.

    It helps that John has a huge house way out in the country with an enormous backyard that can’t really be seen from the road. The pasture alongside becomes a parking lot for the evening with lighting, striped lanes and everything. There is also a pathway to the backyard which is always lit by real Jack O’Lanterns and guarded by skeletons standing practically shoulder to shoulder . Dozens of rental cars are carefully parked in the field before the guests walk over to the house for the party. No one ever brings their own car. Why spend a ton of money on exquisite costumes just to be recognized by the car you are driving. So if you have a designated driver or are not leaving until morning when you are sobered up, you rent a car, otherwise you arrange for a ride share company to come out and pick you up.

    Some guests are almost immediately known, however. Alistair’s costumes are unbelievable, but everyone knows it’s him. My favorite was when he came as a Fudgesicle. Only a man… or woman… with a full length prosthetic leg can pull that off. He has to hop around, so it is obvious that he is a one-legged man. But his prosthetic leg that straps to his body has such a strange way of moving that everyone would know who he is anyway. The woman who stays close to him all night is his wife, Victoria. Or at least it usually is. Sometimes a woman of similar height and build takes her place as Alistair’s escort while she circulates throughout the party doing all sorts of wicked, anonymous things.

    It is amazing what people will do when they think that no one knows it is them. Gloria, who has several very elaborate and very well-known tattoos, becomes an absolute slut. She is pretty much a slut anyway, but when no one knows it is her, she is even moreso. She has a professional makeup artist paint her skin to disguise the tattoos. Then she wears a costume that reveals almost everything. Only once has anyone come even close to recognizing her. Last year Frank, who ironically was wearing a rather elaborate Frankenstein costume said to her, “I wish I knew who you were. You suck cock almost as well as Gloria, and she is the best.” Gloria replied in the squeaky voice that she always uses for the party, “I try.” Then she laughed in that high-pitched air-head style of laughter that causes everyone else in the room to join in.

    I always wear the same costume to the party but no one knows who I am. Several have asked for the name of the costumer or shop who created my costume, but none have seen through it and guessed who I really am. That is all for the best. I don’t like to advertize who I am or that I am in the area. The original business that brought me to the party ten years ago should have only taken a few minutes, but when I saw what a wonderful party it was, I decided to stay. And then I decided to come back. I’ve been coming back every year now for ten years.

    I think my favorite party was two years ago. Eugene was in a drunken rage about how men rule the world. Everyone knew it was Eugene. There is no costume or disguise on earth that can conceal such an asshole. His assholeness bleeds through whatever costume he is wearing no matter how expensive it is or how well it is crafted. By about one in the morning everyone knows which ghoul or vampire or ghost or whatever is Eugene. Two years ago, the drunk Dracula asshole was definitely Eugene. He was even drunk enough… or dumb enough… to answer to his own name.

    Darlene was wearing a really elaborate witch’s costume. It wasn’t the black satin, sexy witch stuff you see at a lot of parties. It was cobwebs and filth and rags on an old hag stuff. Neither is actually what any witch– past or present– looks like, but that is another story. She pointed a green, crooked finger at Eugene and said in an almost croaky voice, “What makes you think that men rule the world? What about women?”

    “Women are weak cunt pussies,” Dracula Eugene slurred back. “No woman can withstand what a man has to put up with in this world.”

    “Wanna bet on that?” the old hag croaked back.

    “You’re on!” he shouted back. Then in a loud, but amazingly clear voice he asked, “How do you propose we settle this?”

    “Leather paddles at two paces,” someone in the crowd shouted. … OK, it wasn’t someone in the crowd, it was me.

    “How would that work?” the hag asked.

    “Simple,” I explained, “you each have a long, flexible leather paddle that just reaches around the other’s torso to smack their ass. You stand at two paces, or at just far enough away so that you each have to lean in to deliver the swats.” I gave a nervous laugh as I looked back and forth from Dracula to the witch, after which I said with a shrug. “Then you just take turns until one of you says, ‘Uncle.’ Simple as that.”

    Eugene drew himself up to his full height, wobbled slightly, and said dramatically, “Who knows what kind of padding she has under that witch’s outfit? It wouldn’t be a fair contest.”

    The witch dropped the old hag voice and said angrily, “Then we even the playing field.”

    She grabbed the front of the witch’s dress and pulled it up over her head. Beneath the dress she was wearing a rather substantial black brassier and thigh-high stockings with alternate bands of black and dark green on them. There were no panties. Directly above her slit, a porpoise was jumping across her pubic area.

    Someone… not me this time… said, “Oh, hi, Darlene.”

    A moment later Drunk Dracula Eugene’s outfit was in a neat pile next to him. He had been wearing underwear. The important words there are “had been.” Both Eugene and Darlene were now standing in John’s backyard basically completely naked except for their makeup. Eugene was still wearing his lift shoes and Darlene still had on her brassier and stockings. Actually she looked more naked with the bra and stockings that she would have completely naked.

    “Now all we need are some leather paddles,” Darlene said.

    “What about these two?” I replied pointing down at two very long, very black, very flexible leather paddles that just happened to be lying in the grass.

    John, who had come over to see what the fuss was all about picked them up and muttered, “Where did these come from?”

    Eugene grabbed them out of John’s hand and said loudly, “Now we will see how men rule the world!” He handed one of the paddles to Darlene and then stepped back just enough so that the long paddle would wrap around Darlene’s ass if he leaned slightly forward.

    “Who goes first?” he slurred out.

    “In a man’s world, it is always ladies first,” a woman in a Tinkerbell fairy costume said, almost laughing.

    “Yeah, right,” he said gesturing toward Darlene.

    She leaned slightly forward and swung with her paddle. I noted that she gave a hard twist of her wrist as her arm came around. The tip of the paddle arced slightly back as it swung through the air. It hit the left side of Eugene’s ass and then slammed around causing a loud “Thwack!” as the very tip struck directly on his right ass cheek.

    Eugene struggled for a moment, but didn’t yell or scream. Then he swung his paddle in a big roundhouse swing that caused it to hit Darlene’s left hip and wrap all the way around to her right side. It made a respectable “Thwap,” but it was nowhere near as loud or as sharp as Darlene’s paddle had been.

    Darlene breathed hard for a moment or two and then repeated her swing with the same results. The tip of the paddle hit Eugene’s right ass cheek with a loud “Thwack!” That “Thwack!” was immediately followed by a very high-pitched scream… and then a low-pitched laugh from Darlene.

    Eugene swung harder this time and forced a grunt out of Darlene, but she did not cry out or scream. She did, however, swing harder the next time, causing Eugene to scream and then cuss.

    This continued for seven complete rounds. When Darlene swung the eighth time, Eugene screamed and then started to blubber, “No more. No more.”

    Darlene’s ass was red and purple all over. Eugene had some reddening all over, but the one purple, bleeding bruise on his right ass cheek was what had caused him to admit defeat.

    “Accuracy dominates over force once again,” Darlene said softly as she pulled her witch’s hag dress back over her body.

    “What did you bet?” John asked her.

    She just smiled and said, “Some things a lady doesn’t tell.” Then she walked over to the bar tent for a well-deserved drink.

    This year was a pretty decent party, but nothing spectacular happened… until around eleven o’clock. One couple arrived dressed as a Roman Emperor and, I assume, his wife. They were accompanied by two scantily-clad female slaves. The Empress was only slightly more clothed.

    Almost as soon as they got there I could hear a loud argument between them and a rather pompous-sounding man who was dressed like the Monopoly rich guy. Pompousness also bleeds through a costume. It was Professor Anderson. He teaches western history at the local university and most of his students refer to him as Prof Prick or Prick Andy. There is a fine line between being pompous and being an asshole. Prick Andy somehow manages to be on both sides of that line at the same time.

    I got over there almost at the beginning of the argument. “Those costumes are all wrong,” he said, holding up his right hand with the index finger pointing toward the sky. “Roman Emperors didn’t wear such simple clothing and no woman of Roman nobility would wear anything that slutty and revealing.”

    He was right. The costume looked downright shabby and the Empress had many men’s… and women’s… tongues hanging out. Then the Emperor spoke. “I am Tiberius Claudius Caesar Augustus Germanicus,” he said in a rather regal-sounding voice. Then in a much more friendly tone he said, “And this is my consort, Empress Valeria Messalina.” He paused, looked around, and then said, “If you know your Roman history, you know that you may call me Claudius.” His voice seemed to harden as he said, “And you shall call her Slut.” He laughed and said in a much more normal voice, “Claudius really did dress this way, and the great slut Messalina dressed even worse than my current partner is dressed.”

    The Monopoly Prof pulled himself up to his normal pompous pose and said, “You may be right about your dress, but I doubt Messalina can fuck a thousand men tonight.” He snorted slightly through his nose and said, “There aren’t that many men here.”

    He chuckled and said, “I am, of course, referring to Messalina’s great night of debauchery where she held a contest with Scylla, the foremost whore in Rome, to see who could fuck the most men in one session. Scylla gave up with a very sore pussy just short of a thousand men. Messalina kept going until she had reached the big M. I doubt you can do that tonight.”

    “Then I’ll go for at least a dozen,” the Empress said with a laugh. “And I’ll satisfy a dozen women at the same time.” She paused and then almost yelled out, “Any takers for a double train? Men in the tunnel, women on the peak?”

    John seemed to appear out of the shadows and said, “Let’s use one of the tents for that.” He looked out toward the road and said, “I think it’s still a little early in the evening for something that… blatant.”

    I don’t know what he was worried about. Half of the guests were already naked and there were blowjobs and outright fucking happening all over the yard.

    “Show me to the tent,” Messalina said holding up her hand. John took her hand and walked with her to a scarlet tent set up in one corner of the yard.

    “It’s almost as if you expected me,” she said as he ushered her into the tent. She smiled as she saw large pile of cushions and called out loudly, “Let the fun begin.”

    The back side of the tent and the side of the tent not visible from the road were open so I wandered over the lawn to some chairs and tables to get a good view. I was not the only one sitting around one of the tables sipping wine and watching the action.

    Emperor Claudius acted as the conductor for the train with the two slaves assisting him. He handed each of the men a condom and personally inspected… and sniffed… each woman to make sure that they were clean. He rejected one woman because she didn’t smell like she was turned on. She said, “Give me a minute,” and then stood there rubbing herself. She passed the re-inspection.

    First in line for the men was Superman. He didn’t remove any of his costume except the red underwear. There was a rather large fly opening in the blue tights. And he had a rather large prick which stuck out at a really high angle once one of the half-naked slaves fluffed him. I knew that the slut Empress was going to enjoy herself.

    She did. So did Superman and the other eleven men. And so did the twelve women who sat on her face. One of the women staggered out of the tent and said to her companion, “I have no idea who she is, but she has to have a tongue that is at least seven inches long. I’ve had men who didn’t get that far inside me.” She took a deep breath and said, “And she knew where my G spot was and what a clit was for. If she had kept going I would be totally exhausted.”

    Several of the men also staggered out of the tent. They looked a little pale, but then a man always does when he fucks a succubus. Her real name is Drusilla. I sort of invited her but very firmly instructed her that she couldn’t milk anyone dry at the party. Her reply was that she would have to sip from many bottles rather than emptying just one. Something told me she was going to be in that tent for most of the party.

    I heard a loud round of applause and cheering so I wandered over to see what was going on. Gloria and a woman disguised as a fairy were having a bottle race. Gloria was totally naked, which she often is by this time. The fairy had the lower part of her costume off. Her mechanical wings were continuing to slowly fan the air.

    A very drunk hunchback of Notre Dame was explaining the rules. “The race lasts for four minutes,” he began. “The object of the race is to take as many of these bottles…” He pointed at two rows of empty long-neck beer bottles set up on the grass. “… take as many of these bottles down to the end of the yard as you can.” He laughed and then added, “… using only your cunt.”

    He waited for the hoots and cheers to quiet down and then continued, “Winner gets a one-hundred-dollar bill from me. Loser has to eat the winner right here in front of everybody.”

    Gloria turned to the fairy and said, “You know I have the best tongue here tonight.”

    The fairy looked like she was going to say something back but Quasimodo shouted out, “Begin!” and Gloria squatted and impaled herself on the first beer bottle.

    She stood up and then keeping her legs more or less together from the knees to the hips ran to the edge of the yard using just her lower legs. She beat the fairy to the line by several seconds. She turned and started running back but stopped for just a second as she passed the fairy. It was only a second or two, but Gloria managed to stick her substantial tongue out and wave it at the fairy.

    Gloria quickly squatted over a second bottle and started back toward the edge of the yard. Again, as she passed the fairy, she stuck her tongue out and waggled it. This continued for two more bottles. Both had four bottles in place and time was running out. Gloria squatted down for her fifth bottle just as the fairy got back. Again Gloria waggled her tongue before she started off.

    “Looks like this could be a tie,” Quasimodo said loudly. “Both could end up with five bottles.”

    But that was not to be. When the fairy squatted to pick up her fifth bottle, she couldn’t do it. No matter how hard she tried to squeeze her muscles, the bottle just slid right out.

    When the timer on Quasimodo’s phone went off, Gloria was already back at the start line. She stood laughing at the fairy who looked almost like she wanted to cry. Then she said, “You should have kept your mind on the contest, not the prize. Once you started thinking about what you could win, you lost.”

    Gloria took the hundred from the hunchback and then said to the fairy, “I have a feeling that those wings don’t come off very easily, so you are going to have to be on top.” She lay down on the grass and said, “And you can’t do a really good job unless you are coming in from the top side.”

    The fairy arranged herself so that she was on all fours over Gloria. She started out rather tentatively, but when Gloria moaned out, “You’ve got a pretty good tongue yourself,” she seemed to really get into it.

    It wasn’t clear whether it was Gloria who pulled the fairy’s slit down to her mouth or if the fairy just lowered herself, but in either case they were soon engaged in a very torrid 69 session. The fairy’s high-pitched keening wail provided the descant to Gloria’s much deeper moans up until the point where they both climaxed together. Then it was almost impossible to distinguish between their shrill cries of passion.

    They both lay panting on the ground for several minutes. Then Gloria stood and offered her hand to help the fairy to her feet. “Thank you for not crushing my wings,” the fairy said, looking down at the ground.

    Gloria used her fingers to tilt the fairy’s head up so they could look into each other’s eyes. “So it’s not a costume?” Gloria asked.

    The fairy blushed slightly and gave a very crooked smile. “It sort of is,” she said weakly. “I used an enlarging charm.”

    “I won’t tell anyone if you won’t,” Gloria said softly. Then she said much louder, “Maybe we can do that again next Halloween.”

    The fairy smiled and replied, “I will be here. I might even bring some of my friends.”

    “Consider that an invitation,” Gloria said with a smile. Then she added, “See you next year.”

    The party was winding down when I went over to talk to John. “This is a very elaborate Halloween party,” I said as a way of starting the conversation. “Why do you put so much effort into it?”

    He smiled at me and said, “Ten years ago I had stage four cancer of the liver. The doctors gave me only a few months, so I decided that I was going to treat myself to the best Halloween party ever.” He shrugged and continued, “But I didn’t die. So the next year I did it again, and then again, and then again. I’ve kept that up for ten years now. My doctors don’t understand it… me still being around. The cancer is gone and no one can explain it.”

    I laughed and said, “Maybe death came to your party, but enjoyed himself so much that he wanted to come back for another year.”

    John laughed and I laughed. Then John said, “See you again next year.”

    “I’ll be here,” I replied. Then I walked to the back edge of the yard and disappeared into the darkness.

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  • Slave Of A Sith Chapter- 4

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    Slave Of A Sith Chapter 4

    Hello everybody this is the fourth chapter of my series “Slave Of A Sith” In this chapter I make some progress with the storyline as I was recommended to do. And I also try to add more detail. Make sure to let me know what you think!

    I woke up the next morning. Master must have been already up. Rose out of bed and made my way to the showers. I arrived at the showers, there were no signs of master “I wonder where she is?” I thought. I finished my shower and went to my room where there was a fresh pair of robes and slutty clothes for me to ware. I made sure I had my butt plug inserted. I went to the kitchens where there was food waiting for me in my bowl I ate it up quickly and decided to go practice some meditating.

    I had been meditating for a few hours when my collar zapped me and I made my way down to the training room. I found master waiting there for me “Good morning slave. Today I will be sending you one your first mission. A recruitment mission. You will be traveling to Genoisis and kidnapping Jedi apprentice Barris offee. She will become your personal slave. This does not mean you will stop being my slave but you will have your own slave to follow your orders. You will knock her out and bring her back to your ship where you will penetrate her in her ass hole and pussy multiple times. Then bring her back to here. Do you understand?” She explained, “Yes. Thank you very much master”

    Before I left Master Gave me two new light sabers of the color red. I was not a true sith apprentice. I found my ship and set the cords for Genosis. I had a multiple hour ride ahead of me with a wet pussy. I took one of my sabers and started urging it inside of my soaking twat. “ummmmmmmm” I moaned. I started moving the saber around my pussy enjoying the sensations. I took my other saber and prodded my ass with it. I stuck my second saber up deep in my ass. I leaned over on the ground and started moving both the sabers in and out of my twat and ass hole. I felt an orgasm building up deep inside me. I started thrusting as hard as I could. Moaning very loudly. “AHHHHH!!!” I yelled as I experienced a major orgasm. I passed out of pure pleasure.

    I woke up multiple hours later as I approached my destination. I removed the two sabers out of my hole and attached them back to my belt. I soon landed on top of a big mountain. Master had taught me about clones and everything there is to know about them. I was looking for a type of machine that moved on wheels. That was the command base. I took out my binoculars and peered through them. I spotted the machine about five clicks north of where I currently am. I had brought a speeder along with me to travel a long distance if I had to. Master had warned me that I should not be seen by anyone by Barris. I was still masters secret weapon. I approached the rolling machine quickly and within 5 minutes I was only a few hundred meters away. I got off my speeder and walked the rest of the way.

    No one was guarding the entrance of the machine so I just walked right in. I looked around no one was seen. I began my search for my soon to be slave. I found Barris meditating in the room over. As I walked in she opened her eyes “Ah…Ahsok….Ahshoka?” that was the only words she could get out of her mouth before she was down on the ground passed out from a whack in the head from the hilt of my saber. I carried her out of the machine still totally unseen and back to my speeder. I loaded her up on the speeder right behind me. I rode my speeder all the way back to my ship. I loaded Barris onto my ship and tied her up hanging from the wall, and put a gag into her mouth. I set my cords for back home and took off. Once we were out of the atmosphere I brought the meanness out of me and slapped barris hard across the face to wake her up. She slowly became aware of her surroundings “Wake up bitch. Guess what you get to be for the rest of your life? You get to be my new personal slave!” I ripped her clothes off and started rubbing her clit. She was screaming and yelling behind her gag “Shut up bitch you’re a racquet” Before I continued rubbing her wetting cunt I attached the collar master had given me. The same one I had on. I went back to fingering and rubbing her cunt. While I was doing so I explained what was going to happen to her. “You are going to become my personal sex slave and serve under me and my master Assji Ventress. You will call me mistress, and I will call you whore” I took her saber and without no warning and shoved it up her pussy. She freaked and continued yelling and screaming behind her gag. “You are soon going to be mine you will do everything I say and love it” In record speed I shoved my own saber right up her ass and she passed out with juices flowing down her legs. All of this sexual torture had turned me on. I untied Barris and let her fall to the ground. I started grinding on her pussy and rubbing my cunt on hers. It made me feel so hot and sexy Next I started scissoring her and humping her cunt. Continued repeating until I reached another orgasm.

    We had returned to the mansion and I had brought Barris to Master. She had done a secret Sith trick to clear her memory of being part of the bright side. Master had given me the next few days off to begin slave training with Barris. Unlike Master my whore would be with me all the time always under pain or being used sexually by either a toy or something real. She woke up to me sticking my tongue down her throat and tasting her juices. “Good morning whore. Let my explain. You have forgotten the rest of your life you server my master and I from now on. You will call me mistress and I will call you whore. You will keep this butt plug stuck up your tight little ass you bitch for as long as I tell you to. You will never leave my side and do every single thing I tell you to. Do you understand?” Barris nodded “Ok whore we will start with basic training” I Went and retrieved rope and dildos. I came back and tied her arms and legs to the bed posts I hoped on her and started grinding her. I stuck one of the dildos in her mouth and made her start to suck it without me helping. Then I started work on her wet cunt. “mmmm” I’m going to love this. I attacked her pussy like a dog digging a hole. I sucked, licked, fingered and everything to her pussy as she went through many orgasms. Before I stopped sexually pleasing her. I did the same thing my master did to me. I started to slip two fingers in her pussy and attempted to widen her hole so I could fit a third. I squeezed my third finger in and began moving my fingers around to attempt to fit a fourth. I now had all of my fingers but my thumb finger fucking her soaking wet pussy. At this time my whore was barely awake so I gave her a hard slap on her ass to bring her back. With my other free hand I took the dildo she had been sucking out of her mouth and moved it towards her ass. Using the force I began fucking her ass with the dildo. ”AHHHH!” barris screamed as both of her whole were filled. I had finally fit all my fingers into her gaping whole. I began thrashing my hand in and out with all the force I could manage. She was now being fisted and fucked. I leaned up towards her mouth and started exploring her mouth with my tongue while still fucking her other two holes. “You look like you really love being a true whore. Get used to it this will be very often” I said as I pulled away from her mouth. I continued on for a little while longer. But she couldn’t take any more. She had passed out. I take my hand and the dildo out of her pussy and ass and fall asleep laying on top of her.
    I woke up. It was later in the evening now and Barris was still asleep. I untied her form the posts and went to find master. I found her eating dinner in the hall all alone. I went to my bowl and started eating next to her. “Ahh hello slut. How goes training with your little cunt?” Master asked. “Very good. I put her through a test to she how long she could last without passing out. The results were not the greatest but I will work on that. She will wear a large butt plug for a while to stretch out her little rosebud” I replied. “Slut while your hear stop eating and put on a show for me. There are some toys for you to play with over there” Master ordered. I followed her directions, went and retrieved a few toys, climbed up on the table, and began swaying my hips side to side. I slowly slipped off my robe, and tube shirt, With a pair of short shorts still on I slipped off my panties under them. I then removed my bra and started massaging my petit breasts. I moved my head down to them and started licking my breasts. I Began the slow process of removing my panties and as hotly as I could. Once all my clothes were off I asked for permission to removed my butt plug. Master gave me permission to. I spread my self out on the table facing my master and began to massage the outer lips of my pussy. I Stuck two of my fingers into my pussy then took them out and inserted them into my mouth. “Wow I taste so good!” I thought to my self as my juices ran around my mouth. I had brought two toys with me. I fucking machine, which I had never used before. It was a machine that was basically a mechanical dick that moved very fast in and out of my pussy. And a ball gag to muffle my screams. I strap the ball gag around my mouth and hand the machine controller over to master. She starts the machine and a slow pace and I feel a dick start to move in and out of me “Ohhhh fuck” I say behind my gag as I start to massage my breasts. I could feel the twelve-inch mechanical dick penetrating me deeper and deeper each time. Causing a beautiful feeling to build up deep inside me. Master began to make the machine move faster. I now have juices flowing out of my pussy at a fast rate. Master stopped the machine. She told me to position it towards my asshole. I move it away from my used cunt and to my small rosebud. With no warning she turns the machine to the fastest possible speed. I am screaming and moaning behind my ball gag. Master begins to climb up on the table and starts rubbing my clit extremely fast. She continues doing that and with the force of the machine in my ass it causes me to squirt juices all over her face. She was not pleased at all with juices on her face. She stands up over me and while I’m still being fucked. She begins pissing on my body around my boobs and my stomach. “This is what you get bitch for squirting on me” Master sneered. She emptied the rest of her piss on me then walked off as I was continued to be fucked in the ass by the machine.

    As the machine continued fucking me I decided I would try and enjoy it and started fingering my clit again and massaging my boobs. I went thorough many more orgasms before master finally came back and unhooked me from the machine. “That should teach you not to squirt on my face slut” She smacked me across the face and I went back to my room. Barris had woken up but still looked exhausted. “Whore come here and lick the piss off my body. Make sure to get it all” I ordered as a got down on the ground. Barris climbed over me and started with licking around my face, then down to my neck, where she began to make me feel horny. Then she went down to around my boobs and belly. And finally reached my now very horny pussy. She began to lick right around the lips and my patch of hair right above. “Mmmm” I said as a let out a moan. She began lightly poking her tongue with my pussy, which made me release another moan. “Stick I finger in my ass while your doing this slut” I ordered. She did as I told her to. The feeling was much better than just being licked. “I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, AHHHH” I yelled as I reached my climax and released what was left of my juices onto Barris mouth. It had been a good first day with my new slave. I sent her off to eat and sat back in bed ready to fall asleep.

    That is the end of chapter four. I hope you all enjoyed. Next chapter you are in for a great suprisde. Feedback is appreciated!


  • EMMA AND BRAD PAY US A VISIT

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    “Emma wants to have sex with me next Sunday. Is that fine by you? Would you like to watch?,” my lady Sarah asked ever so sweetly in the afterglow of a wonderful sex session. I had lost count of the number of orgasms she had before we had tremendous simultaneous orgasms.

    “I would love to watch. You know I get a buzz watching another woman giving you sexual pleasure. It was me who organized your first lesbian experience for you. You were hesitant at first, but now you thrive on bi-sex experiences,” I told her, intrigued at the thought of watching my lady having a new sexual experience with Emma. I had met Emma socially a few times. My first impressions were a most attractive woman, early-forties, around the same age as us and perhaps gender fluid, something Sarah has just confirmed.

    While we were still in afterglow mode, Sarah phoned Emma with the phone on speaker. “I just told Roger you want to have sex with me next Sunday. Fine by me he said. Though he did have a caveat. Before Emma has you I want you to give me blow job while she watches, preferably naked.”

    “How exciting, I have heard lots of good things about your man, he is reputed to be very well hung. Is that true Sarah?”

    “Fifteen minutes ago he really was, nine-inches and thick, very thick, as he was fucking me long and hard.”

    On the Sunday Sarah and I decided less was more, we are both exhibitionists and love flaunting our naked bodies for our sexual partners. That morning I trimmed Sarah’s black pubic hair (a wonderful contrast to her blond hairdo) in the style favored by Helmut Newton’s models – a trimmed triangle with a gap at the sides. A recently new look for Sarah after a few others, a Mohawk, just a tuft, even completely bald.

    Minutes after Emma arrived I was naked in our sex chair facing a wall length mirror with a deliberately flaccid cock. I always enjoy flaunting my erection for a new sexual partner, even though Emma was to be Sarah’s partner. I wanted Emma to watch me achieve a full, thick, nine-inch erection for Sarah to work on and suck me to orgasm.

    “You know I want to tongue fuck your lady Roger. Sarah told me before I have her, you want me to watch her give you blow job, preferably naked. Let’s do it,” she smiled full of confidence as Sarah helped her undress while they were kissing passionately.

    A huge extra turn on ogling Emma’s feminine body as Sarah excelled with her blow job skills. Lick and suck my nipples first, while she teased my cock with her fingertips. In less than a minute I had a full on erection as I ogled Emma’s naked body for extra stimulation.

    Sarah took great delight in demonstrating her refined blow job skills to a naked woman watching on. After what must have been seven or eight minutes she edged and teased me as she had a low key conversation with Emma, as she teased my erection with a fingertip.

    “Swallow or hand?,” Sarah asked another eight or nine minutes later as we had Emma’s full attention.

    “Hand,” I replied as I enjoyed masturbating for two naked women.

    I always enjoy watching another woman tongue fucking my lady. A slightly different, though still exciting vibe after a tremendous blow job from Sarah. Emma and Sarah were tongue kissing like teenagers, before she licked and sucked Sarah’s nipples.

    It became apparent why Emma had asked for a low stool as she placed it near the wall and sat on it. She motioned for Sarah to stand in front of her and turn around, legs spread. “Your magnificent ass is legendary, and those legs and heels embellish the legend,” Emma told her as she licked and kissed her ass cheeks.

    “You are a very exciting woman,” Emma told her as she turned Sarah around again and grasped her ass cheeks. “I have wanted to tongue fuck you since the moment I set eyes on you,” she whispered as the tip of her tongue found Sarah’s clit.

    I was impressed with Emma’s cunnilingus skills. So was Sarah. “So good, so fucking good, I love it, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt,” she was moaning after a few minutes, just before her first orgasm. Then her second, third and fourth in quick succession.

    “Have we turned you on,” Sarah asked rhetorically as she watched me teasing my second erection for the session.

    “Can I visit you again next Sunday with a friend?,” Emma asked as she showed us some pics of a well built, younger, chocolate skinned, man on her phone. “He is gender fluid, you both might enjoy his company,” she told us as she flicked through some pics of him. Fully dressed in business attire, then naked from the waist up, his torso smeared with oil. In the next pic he was naked with a huge erection poking out at ninety-degrees. The next pic showed a naked woman sucking the tip of his erection.

    “Oh wow, fuck,” Sarah gasped, impressed. “He is huge, obviously you in the pic with him. Who took the pics?”

    “His name is Brad. And he is huge, twelve-inches. Can I visit you again next Sunday with Brad?,” Emma asked again with a self satisfied smirk.

    “Okay by me, how about you Roger?,” Sarah asked with a wicked smile knowing we would both enjoy reciprocal sexual pleasured with him and I would acquiesce.

    Huge sexual tension in the lead up to their visit as we looked at the pics of Brad again after Emma emailed them. I gave Sarah a tongue fuck three times during the week while she looked at the pics on the computer screen, followed every time by her sucking my cock to a throbbing erection before we fucked long and slow. “What are you fantasizing about,” I teased every time as she watched the screen intently while I glanced long and hard at the screen.

    “You know exactly what I am fantasizing about, exactly the same as you.”

    “What are your plans Sarah?, I asked before Emma and Brad arrived as she oiled my naked torso with special attention to my nipples.

    “Perhaps play it by ear and see what evolves, though I do want to have my big ass worshiped by him.”

    When Emma and Brad arrived I was bare foot, wearing low cut, tight fitting jeans as I usually do when Sarah and I are going to have new sexual partners. Sarah was wearing killer heels, tight fitting black leather slacks and a short matching shirt that barely covered her ass with all the buttons undone.

    When Emma and Brad arrived they were both dressed to impress. Emma in a very short, tight black dress to highlight her body and legs. Brad in expensive, tight fitting designer jeans, his large cock obvious, and a tight fitting white t-shirt.

    Emma kissed Sarah like old friends do before she kissed me. “You must be Sarah,” Brad told her as he kissed and licked her hand. “I have heard you have some very appealing fetishes. Very, very appealing,” he whispered as Emma and Sarah were tongue kissing while Brad and I watched on.

    “Take my shirt off for me Brad, I have something for you,” Sarah whispered excited, as we could see her glorious naked ass poking out of her back-less leather slacks

    “All those rumors don’t do your magnificent ass justice, just fucking magnificent,” Brad told her as he licked and kissed her ass cheeks while Sarah watched, legs spread, hands behind her head, in the wall mirrors.

    “Do you like watching Brad worshiping your lady’s wonderful naked ass?,” Emma whispered as she tongue kissed me and ran a hand over my almost fully erect cock under my jeans.

    “Yes I do, and she she loves me watching.”

    “Undress Brad for us while he is worshiping your lady’s ass,” Emma told me. A new turn on for me as I removed his shirt, dragging my fingertips over his erect nipples as I admired his taut, six-pack body. He stopped licking Sarah’s ass to help me slide his jeans down to his ankles while Sarah watched.

    “Oh fuck, he is huge,” Sarah and I muttered in unison, as Emma smiled, pleased at our reaction to his hairless body.

    “I told you, twelve inches and very thick,” Emma told us she motioned for me to remove my jeans and expose my roaring nine-inch erection.

    All week long both of us had both been fantasizing about taking and or receiving sexual pleasure from Brad.

    “Tongue fuck me to orgasm Brad, then I will give you a blow job,” Sarah told him as she stood with her back to the wall, legs spread. Brad had his hands grasping Sarah’s ass as he flicked her cunt lips with the tip of his tongue. “I love it, just love it, fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt,” Sarah was moaning, very aroused, as she always does when receiving and enjoying cunnilingus, her body arching forward to maximize her pleasure.

    “If you stand with your back to the wall Roger, I will suck your cock while you watch my man tongue fucking your lady,” Emma told me.

    “I promised you a blow job Brad and I always keep my promises,” Sarah told him as she settled him in our sex chair facing a full length wall mirror. “Would you like my man to stand behind you and tease your nipples while he watches me give you a blow job?”

    “Yes, I would Sarah,” he smiled. In all the sexual liaisons we have had, I have never teased another man’s nipples while watching my lady giving him a blow job. “Oh wow,” he moaned as I teased his nipples just after Sarah commenced sucking his cock.

    Sarah and I love to stretch our sexual boundaries with new experiences. I have watched her give another man a blow job many times. However, I have never teased another man’s nipples while she was blowing him. Even more exciting for me, his taut, six-pack body and twelve-inch erection were wonderful eye candy.

    I was surprised how comfortable I felt teasing his nipples with my fingertips after I licked them to make them wet. I had a gloriously full on erection as I rubbed the tip of it over his nipples, while I glanced at his erection between my lady’s pursed lips.

    “Do want to suck his cock while Sarah is giving you a blow job?,” Emma asked Brad, with a tremor in her voice.

    “You know I do,” Brad told her as he helped me slide my erection between his pursed lips.

    Almost indescribable sexual pleasure having my cock expertly sucked by an attractive man while watching my lady blowing his twelve-inch erection.

    In the afterglow we watched each other shower in our large, sit down, twin-head shower room and enjoyed flaunting our naked bodies for each other. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Brad’s cock, even flaccid he was huge, as he teased it with a fingertip as he smiled seductively at me while Sarah and Emma watched.

    “Sarah and I would like to watch you two boys entertain us,” Emma told us with a wicked smile. “Is there any thing special you would like from Brad?,” she teased, knowing exactly what I had wanted for days as she handed Brad and I a bottle of expensive oil.

    At any time I enjoy a woman oiling my naked body. A completely different vibe, oiling another man’s naked body, teasing him, as he oiled mine, teasing me, at the same time. Back, torso, ass as we both ogled each others semi-erections while the women watched.

    Our eyes were locked together as simultaneously he stroked my instantly fully erect cock and I did the same to him. “Oh wow,” I could hear the two women exclaim, their gaze focused on our erect cocks, turned on by watching two men pleasure each other with their hands and fingers.

    In the past Sarah and I have compared my erection with another man’s, with Sarah using her hands to place our erections together. That day Sarah watched on in awe as Emma positioned Brad and I so she could use two hands to place our erections together. The first time ever with an erection larger than mine.

    Sarah has long been aware of my desire to suck a cock bigger than mine while she watches and enjoys. “Do it for me baby, don’t hold back,” Sarah whispered, very aroused, as I licked his cock. Any doubts I had about going any further were put to rest by my throbbing, rock hard erection.

    One of Sarah’s fantasies has been to watch me giving a blow job to a man with an erection bigger than mine. “You enjoy a challenge baby, I can see and feel your vibe. Do it for us.”

    The two women could feel my vibe as I knelt between Brad’s legs and teased his nipples with a finger tip, then licked and sucked them. The four of us could feel the sexual tension as I licked my way down his torso with my hand on his now huge, very erect cock.

    “Oh wow, how exciting,” the two women whispered as I wrapped my pursed lips around the tip of his erection.

    “That will be a very hard act to follow, very hard, no pun intended,” Sarah told me that night as we showered together. “Perhaps back to basics, a plain, simple missionary fuck, in three days time. With lots of teasing in between.”


  • MORGANA AND JILLY

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    Sunday afternoon has long been a favourite time for sex for me, Morgana, and my man Roger. My man and me are are both gender fluid and we both enjoy a sexual challenge. We have had countless variations of sexual relations on Sunday afternoons. Three-ways with men, women, teenage girls and boys, Four-ways even. And we do enjoy others watching us having sex – performing, fucking for an audience.

    I am Morgana, I have a high sex drive and I thrive on sexual excitement. I am in my late thirties, an attractive business professional, sexually sophisticated, and gender fluid, bi-sexual.

    My body, good legs and hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused, attracts attention from both sexes. My best feature, to modestly paraphrase people of both sexes who have licked and kissed it, is my beautiful pussy: my man likes to tell me the way I have it waxed for him is so sexy, a beautiful, black triangle for him.

    I love the excitement of flaunting my naked body for both sexes, the reaction of men and women licking and kissing it as foreplay. Even better if their partner is watching or tongue kissing me.

    I am to please and be pleased sexually. The size of a man’s cock is important for me and I love being licked, teased and edged by both sexes, and I really do enjoy having sex with an audience watching. And I really do enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension.

    I was twenty years old when a man licked me to orgasm for the first time. And I was hooked. Since then I make a point of telling any potential lovers, “I love having my pussy licked and teased.” Though it was almost seven-years later before a female licked me to my first bi-sexual climax, orgasm.

    I am still unsure how our first three-way came about, though when Robert introduced me to a gorgeous young man, not much more than a boy really, I couldn’t help myself.

    The reason for his introduction to the boy became apparent after Robert watched the boy have me. Robert was standing naked with his back to a wall, legs spread, his hands behind his head, his magnificent, thick erection parallel to the floor. The first time I had watched a man give another man a head job. Robert and me kissing with our tongues while I watched the boy bring him to orgasm.

    Wow. That was a tipping point for me, I had my first lesbian experience two-weeks later, confirming I was gender fluid. After that my sex life, our sex life. progressed at a rapid rate, living out my long held fantasies with men, women, teenage boys and girls.

    I soon realised sex was a constant challenge for me, and a very exciting one. My sexual challenge this Sunday afternoon was to seduce a beautiful teenage girl, a size-10, nineteen-year old. One of my girlfriends introduced Jilly to me a few weeks ago and I have been grooming her ever since. Meetings for coffee two or three times a week, holding hands with her. Kissing her every time we met and said goodbye.

    Shopping trips to purchase for new lingerie for Jilly and me. Flaunting my almost naked body for her while I tried on clothes. Jilly doing the same for me, teasing me. Taking her to a waxing salon for the first time in her life. Watching her being waxed, telling the woman doing the waxing how I wanted her pubes to look. Then Jilly watching me being waxed, an identical triangle to hers. The woman doing the waxing suspecting I was grooming Jilly, obviously liking the idea, as I glanced at the envious, lustful look on her face.

    My man was aware I was grooming Jilly. Keeping him in the loop, while he encouraged me. On the Thursday night before Jilly was due, he was giving me cunnilingus, fucking me with his tongue, something he does beautifully. Talking to me while he licked my cunt lips, with a wet finger in me. “You are an incredibly exciting woman Morgana. The thought of watching you seduce Jilly, that beautiful teenage girl, just nineteen-years old on Sunday while I watch is already an exciting thought for me.

    “You have the most beautiful pussy honey, the way you have it waxed for me is so sexy, a beautiful, black triangle for me. I live to pleasure you, lick you to a long slow climax. Sometimes two or three times in a row before I fuck you. You are such a horny babe.

    “I love the hold I have over your naked body when you are about to climax for me, with your hand pressing on the back of my head, increasing the pressure of my lips and tongue on your cunt lips. Urging me to, Fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt. Pressing so hard on the back of my head, I can barely breath before your body shudders and you climax for me.”

    We had hardly regained our breath when he grasped my ass, lifting me off the bed, the way he licked me was exquisite, his tongue on my clit, expertly arousing me all over again. Talking to me while he licked my cunt lips. Flattering me when he whispered, “You are my dream lady, a gourmet in the kitchen and a bi-sexual whore in the bedroom. And an absolutely magnificent fuck.”

    On the Sunday before Jilly arrived I was naked when I asked Robert what I should wear for my planned seduction of Jilly. “Less is more, I want you to look like a lipstick lesbian, not a dyke. Some of the sexy black lingerie you wear for me. This cup-less bra and g-string underneath your short, black dress with killer heels. Yes, just like that. Wow, you always look so fuckable honey, I am envious already,” he told me. And I did feel excited and fuckable.

    It was two-thirty in the afternoon when Jilly and me were sitting close together on our sofa, my man Robert sitting opposite watching. Earlier when she arrived Robert opened the door for her, she was aware he would be present. I had asked him to make an impression on Jilly. which he was determined to do for me and his own sexual pleasure. He was topless, wearing his skin tight jeans, his torso gleaming with oil I had applied.

    Jilly looked incredible wearing one of the outfits I had purchased for her, heels and a flattering, above the knee black dress. She was distracted, glancing at Robert’s naked, oily torso as I held her hand as I told her, “Relax. Go with the flow. Ignore Robert, or perhaps he can be eye candy for you? Let your inner feelings guide you?

    “You are a gorgeous looking, beautiful, young girl, a baby doll. I want to take you to places you have never been before,” I whispered as I kissed her softly, running my tongue along her lips.

    “Relax completely. Go with the flow, let me guide you Jilly,” I whispered again as she relaxed some more and my tongue found hers. “You know I have been grooming you for weeks, letting you tease me. Wanting to make love to you, lick your naked body like an ice cream. Lick your nipples, suck your beautiful tits, lick your clitoris, lick your cunt.

    “Bring your gorgeous, beautiful, young, naked body to a climax with my tongue and fingers. Would you like me to make love to you like that? A bi-sexual woman twice your age to give you cunnilingus, fuck you with my tongue? Tell me yes?”

    “Yes Morgana, yes. Is your man Robert going to watch us? He is rumoured to have a very large cock.”

    “Would you like him to watch me making love to your beautiful, naked body?”

    “Yes, I would like that,” she smiled seductively at Robert, his cue to show Jilly his very large cock.

    It was also my cue to tell Jilly, “I want you naked apart from your heels for me.” as Roger watched me remove her dress. So pleased the sexy, black lingerie I chose for Jilly looked so good on her.

    Jilly was returning my kisses, kissing with our tongues. Her nipples were so hard for me as I licked and sucked them, with my hands all over her gorgeous ass. Kissing with our tongues as I led her to our day bed. Positioning Jilly, placing a pillow under her ass, looking at herself in the ceiling mirror.

    An extra turn on for me when she whispered, “Tell me what you are going to do to me Morgana?”

    “You know you are a challenge for me Jilly. I am a bi-sexual woman twice your age who wants to make love to you. Give you cunnilingus, fuck you with my tongue. I want to lick your adorable naked body like an ice cream. Lick your nipples, suck your beautiful tits, lick your clitoris, lick your cunt. Bring you to a climax for my sexual pleasure and yours.”

    Jilly wasn’t my first bisexual lover, though she was the youngest and a very exciting one. A huge boost to my libido and ego, a teenage girl wanting me to make love to her. Encouraging me, urging me. Whispering, “You are so good Morgana, I love it, lick my cunt, fuck my cunt, fuck my cunt. Don’t stop. Put a finger in me. Tell me what else you are going to do to me.”

    “I want to bring your gorgeous, beautiful, young, naked body to a climax with my tongue and fingers. Not yet though. I want to tease and edge you some more.”

    I loved the hold I had over Jilly’s naked body while she was about to climax for me, with her hand pressing on the back of my head, increasing the pressure of my lips and tongue on her cunt lips. Urging me to, “Fuck my cunt, fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt. Pressing so hard on the back of my head, I could barely breath before her body shuddered and she climaxed for me. Then a few minutes later, a second climax. Oh wow! Then a third climax for me, drawing this one out, edging her. So pleased with myself as she urged me to, “Fuckamycunt, fuckamycunt, Morgana.

    Jilly was so relaxed while we had a bath together. Our hands all over each other. Kissing with our tongues, teasing each other. Taking my breath away when she asked, “Would you like me to make love to you Morgana?”

    “You know I would like you to make love to me Jilly. Very much.”

    The thought of a nineteen-year old girl making love to me, giving me sexual pleasure was a very exciting one, again a huge boost to my libido and ego. It was even more exciting with Robert watching.

    Jilly wasn’t as sexually naive as I thought. Telling me to stand with my back to the wall, legs spread, naked apart from my heels. Softly raking he nails along my big ass. How did she know how much I like that? A huge turn on for me as she ran her pointy tongue over my cunt lips. Her tongue finding my clit. Expertly teasing and licking my clit. Teasing and edging my clit. Both of us glancing at Robert’s naked body and his huge erection while he masturbated his oil smeared cock for us. All of us enjoy ing the visuals.

    “You are so good Jilly, How old are you really?”

    “Nineteen two months ago.”

    Asking me, “Are you are a Gooner Morgana?”

    Realising I probably was a Gooner, a sexual pleasure-seeker, always looking for extreme excitement with an obsession in sexual contexts. Someone who enjoys a prolonged edging session.

    The way Jilly, a nineteen-year old girl, was teasing and edging me with her tongue was exquisite. I wanted her bring me to a huge climax, to share my climax with her, my first with a nineteen-year old girl.

    Realising how much I love being edged, by males or females, while I control my orgasm, delay it or prevent it. I often practice it alone, though edging is far more exciting with a partner, maintaining a high level of sexual arousal for an extended period without reaching a climax. Exactly what I was doing with Jilly. Or was it Jilly doing it with me? My exciting teenage lover, while my man was watching, masturbating for Jilly and me. Wonderful eye candy.

    In my current, sexual state of bliss recalling how I have had so many methods of sexual stimulation used on me to experience a controlled orgasm. Though nothing or nobody like Jilly, my teenage lover, my youngest ever female lover.

    Talking to Jilly, telling her, “I love my erotic sexual pleasure, my climax, to be in denial when my partner is in control of my climax, my orgasm, prolonging my orgasm to allow for an increased level of sexual tension. Right now you are fully in control. Keep going. I love it.”

    Trying to control my orgasm at that moment involved Jilly, my young bi-sexual partner being in control of my orgasm, her tongue and fingers were exquisite on my clit and sopping wet cunt lips, while trying to delay my climax, my orgasm while Roger masturbated for us.

    When Jilly finally provided enough extra stimulation to bring me to my climax, to achieve my orgasm, it was so much stronger than usual due to the increased tension, arousal and build up during the extended stimulation. I had been grooming her for weeks, time well spent.

    I couldn’t help myself, Jilly had full control of my naked body, exquisite pain and pleasure as she raked her fingernails along my ass cheeks. Moaning, so wet, losing myself in the moment, unable to hold back any longer “You are so good Jilly. Fuck my cunt. Fuckamycunt. Fuckamycunt. Fuckamycunt. Fuckamycunt. Yes, yes, yes. Now, now, right now,” before I climaxed for her. Then again and again as her tongue did wonderful things to my pussy. Making me squirt for her.

    “Would you like to see me again Jilly? Next time I could give you some tie and tease, deny you your climax, your orgasm some tease and denial.”

    “Of course Jilly. When and where?”