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White Prison bitch

I’m a white guy that loves Black cock and this is the story of how I found that out. This is a true story and it is me that this happened to. So enjoy.
Me I was 18, just got outta school and got into trouble. And was sent to prison. Now up to this point I was straight or at least I thought so. I was very white with a small dick and a pretty nice sized ass. Well for the first 2 days I steered clear of the showers because of the stories I had heard. On the 3rd day I got up early and the was a huge shower room in a bay of 50 guys. There were only a few guys up at that time. So I went into the shower room.
I was all alone. A couple minutes later 3 black guys came in. And started taking a shower. When they took they’re towels off I was stunned. All 3 had huge cocks that hung at least half way down they’re thighs. At the time I didn’t understand it. But my little cock got hard. and I couldn’t take my eyes off these lovely huge black cocks. I started soaping my ass for some reason and kept bending over when I did so. And it was getting the proper response I was looking for because all of they’re cocks got bigger. They were so huge. he one guy smiled at me as he was soaping up his cock. he started stroking it and signaled for me to turn around and show him my ass again. And I did as I was told.
Then one of the other guys told me to spread my ass cheeks so he could see my hole. And I found myself obeying. When I did he said “damn thats some nice white ass”. and I swear I blushed. The first guy came over to me. The third guy went close to the shower room door and was looking out to see if anyone was coming. The first guy said. Ever suck a cock before. And I said no. He said well you can’t take your s eyes off it. Go ahead and touch it. And I did. It was so big and hard. I was in utter amazement.
He looked right at me and said now get on your knees and put it in your mouth. I didn’t even pause I did as I was told. I put the tip in my mouth and tasted the pre-cum. And it tasted so good. Next thing I knew I was sucking the shit outta that big black cock. And loving every minute of it. While I was sucking it I heard another voice telling me to get on my hands and knees. Now this scared the shit outta me. because when I looked around.
The guy behind me’s cock was at least 12 inches of rock hard cock. But I got on my hands and knees because he said he just wanted to rub it up and down my ass. He rub it up and down a couple times and then I felt the tip enter and I went to get up. I got slammed to the floor on my stomach. He had his full weight on me. And said. Now don’t move. the more you move the more it’s gonna hurt. I was so scared. but at the same time my tiny cock was rock hard. I felt the tip slide into my ass. God it hurt so bad. And then He slowly pushed it in it felt like my ass had riped apart I was in so much pain.
When I felt his balls smashed against my ass cheeks I knew he was balls deep inside my virgin ass. And he kept it there for what seemed like ever. After awhile he slowly pulled out some and then back in. The pain started going away. And it was at that point I knew my life would never be the same. He fucked my white tight virgin little ass for what seemed like ever and it got so hard inside my ass. With one last ram he shot a huge load of cum deep inside me. and I was in heaven. He said now My friends are gonna fuck you too. He was holding me down for the next guy and I told him he didn’t have to I would let them fuck me without a fight. And he said good little bitch. I got up on my hands and knees and the next guy got behind me. and stuffed that big beautiful black cock inside me. It felt so good. I looked up at the other and told him I wanted to suck his cock while his buddy fucked me. and he got down in front of me and I sucked his cock
like the starving little white fuck toy that I was. While his friend assaulted my sore asshole with his wonderful black cock. But the time I was done all three of them had fucked me and shot they’re loads deep in my asshole. And the first guy even came again in my mouth. I walked in that shower a Straight white guy that was 18. I walked out a white feminine black mans fuck toy. And knew that I had found what I had been missing all my life.
After that I couldn’t get enough black cock. And my new friends help supply many for me to have. When I got out I continued with my craving for Black cock. White men no matter what size they’re cocks are cannot fuck like a black man. Black men are dominant and sexy as fuck. And have made me realize that I may have a dick but I’m truly a women. My dick is just a large clit. And my ass and mouth were made to serve a black mans cock.
Any white man that feels he is lacking something in his life should find a black man to fuck him just one time. And I guarentee that Once you’ve been fucked by a big black cock you will feel complete and will want it again and again. You will not be able to get enough. And there are plenty of black men out there that like nothing more than a juicy white ass to fuck

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RD and Mon’s Rape

The following story is for the most part true. All names have changed. Most of my writings have been embellished to bolster the stories. However, no one portrayed in these stories is under the age of 18.

SLUT 4 U – Part I

Hi sexstories readers! I’ve been a long time lurker and fan, and this is the first part of what I hope to be a longer series. I would really appreciate any sort of feedback (criticism, requrests, etc.)

A BIRTHDAY TO REMEMBER

It started out like any other day I guess, if I really think about it. It wouldn’t end that way though. It was my 23rd birthday. I had been a full time slaveslut whore to my Master for almost four years. It had been quite a ride, and now that we were married, it guaranteed that ride would continue, or at least as much of a guarantee as you can get in today’s divorce happy society. I was born a nasty slut, and learned early, I love being used as a fucktoy with no say.
He has shown me depths of depravity I had never thought I could go to. Men and women have fucked me and I have willingly fucked them, in groups and as individuals.
He has required I stand and be used as a dog’s bitch and though that was unpleasant as an untried thought, I loved it as an actualized event, from the very first mount. Now the several dogs that live on our small farm in the country regularly take me, singularly and as a pack. I wear full sun-type dresses or ma kettle dresses as I call them. This fits with our country lifestyle and also works for Master, as he requires dresses with full flowing skirts and no panties underneath so he can take me without preamble of removing clothing. I am also ready to go to town and fit in if we need to.
After I fucked the dogs the first time. Master said they were my Masters, too, and that I must give myself to them anytime they show an interest and it is discrete to do so.
The dogs seem to know this, for anytime I venture outdoors, one of them, and usually all of them come running up if they aren’t kenneled, and at least one of them will nuzzle under my skirt to sniff my cunt and see if I am breedable. Since this is expressing an interest, I dutifully drop to all fours and throw my skirt onto my back, and take my mounting. Then in the peeking order of the pack they will all fuck me. One after another, the next in line taking up position in my cunt or ass, depending on what they find when they mount me, and the one just concluded fucking me moves around to my head for a sucking off. They seem to know I am required to suck clean the cock that fucks me. There are times I think it is the blowjob they are after. This is after all something I do for them no doggie bitch would.
I even have a Mistress who is submissive to Master, but Dominant to me. She is a real bitch, though don’t tell her I said so. Woman can be so abusive to other women, more so than any man could. She makes me feel so deliciously worthless when she uses and demeans me. Her humiliation of me is complete and total when I am between her legs licking her pussy or ass. I feel so worthless and so humiliated when she is training me. My Master never takes me to this extreme, at least not up until this day.
I awoke that morning in a good mood, because it was my birthday and I was in my Master’s collar.
I wear soft lens contact lenses. I hate glasses. This particular morning while I was cleaning one of my lenses before putting it in, it tears. It is Saturday, so I will have to wear my glasses until Monday, when the pharmacy in our Podunk town opens again.
It is my birthday and we have a celebration planned for that evening. Six couples, friends of ours, are coming over and they will likely use me as a slut and a whore for several hours. The perfect night for the birthday slut, er I mean girl. Now it’s going to be marred because I have to wear glasses. I was upset.
I went to the kitchen and Master was sitting at the table drinking coffee.
“Happy birthday mysti. How is my little kajira?”
I answered affirmatively, but there was attitude in my voice. I knew I had fucked up the minute I stopped speaking. Master had been warning me about my ‘pissy tone’, as he called it. Saying it was disrespectful at best, and served no purpose in the broad scheme of things.
He didn’t address my remark afterwards and that was what told me I had fucked up. Normally he would have a quip or words of advice or assurance of some kind if I was down or had something worrisome to me on my mind. But this morning he just rose and walked to the counter and put his cup in the sink. Then he walked to the alcove on the backdoor, where coats and etc., hang.
“kajira, over here, now!”
He spoke harshly in a tone that defied refusal. I jumped up from where I was sitting drinking orange juice and eating a toasted English muffin with cream cheese, and almost ran to where he stood.
“Yes, Master.”
He pulled a dog collar and leash off the coat rack and fit it around my neck.
“Take off your robe, slut.”
My robe landed in a heap in the floor where I stood a few seconds later. I stood nude before him. I slept nude and until I showered I usually just wore my robe around the house.
Master clipped the leash to the lead ring on the collar and turned to open the door.
He led me into the backyard to where a huge Oak tree stood as a bastion its shade providing respite against the summer heat. On the way he stopped at the tool shed and brought out another collar and a length of chain and three padlocks of varying sizes.
At the tree, he ran the length of chain around the base and padlocked it with the biggest lock. Next he put the collar around my neck and padlocked it on with the smallest lock. The end of the chain that went around the tree was then padlocked to the lead ring on the collar with the third lock.
“On your hands and knees slut.” he commanded me. I obediently went to all fours in the shaded grass under the tree.
“I warned you about your pissy tone with me, yet you persist with it. If you are going to act like a bitch I will treat you like one. You are to stay on your hands and knees and you will eat like a dog from a pan without the aid of your hands until I say otherwise.”
“But Master it’s my birthday.” I protested feebly.
His hand landed swiftly and with a loud resounding slap on my bare ass.
“Bitch dogs can’t talk, they only whimper or bark. Your birthday soiree for today is cancelled, you need discipline.”
With that he turned and went back to the house. I was in deep trouble already so I didn’t dare get up off the ground. I couldn’t get loose from the tree anyway.
After a while Master brought the rest of my English muffin and cream cheese in one stainless steel dog dish, my OJ in another and some water in a third. He didn’t speak. He just set them down scratched the top of my head as if I truly were a dog and went back into the house.
Mid-afternoon, he brought me out a dish with some lunch in it. It was vegetable beef soup, so I had to lap it with my tongue. It was slow going, but I finally licked the bowl clean. I looked for my Master as I finished lapping the last of the soup from the bowl, hoping he had been watching, and was pleased and would end this punishment. Other than his early morning “boner reducer” before I got up I hadn’t been fucked at all and I was getting horny. Master had usually fucked me or had me fucked at least four times by this time of the day.
Master had been watching, but also had Bill Caldwell, Master’s friend from the feed store in town, where he bought chow for the dogs. I don’t know how long he had been standing on the back porch with Master, but both were tossing back a beer and judging from the amount of tilt necessary to the can as they drank, they had been standing there drinking for a while. I was immediately humiliated.
Here I was, naked, chained in the yard and eating like a dog out of a bowl. I felt my cheeks flame beet red and then got the dread going as Master and Bill stepped off the porch and started across the yard toward me. Master approached and scratched my head like a pet doggie and spoke.
“Bill, this is my newest bitch. She is not purebred, so she won’t be bearing any litters for me. She is strictly for pet pleasure, but she has a bitchy streak I am going to need to train out of her.”
Bill wasn’t a professional dog breeder like Master, but he spoke as if he knew what he was saying.
“I have heard you can use limited doses of humiliation rather than corporal punishment to achieve the same end. The animal rights folks think it is a great idea, since you don’t have to inflict pain on the animal.”
“I have heard that, how does that work, do you know?” Master inquired, continuing the act the two were playing out.
“Something like this I have heard.” Bill offered, as he unzipped his pants and started to pull out his flaccid cock. The first stream of urine hit me square in the forehead.
I dropped my head, feeling humiliated and disgusted. His urine continued in my hair and down my back until after what seemed an eternity, he must have emptied his bladder, for his stream stopped. While it was happening, I never felt so humiliated in all my life.
Here I was an attractive 23 year old a real hottie by all accounts, on my birthday, chained to a tree, naked, forced to act like a dog, and being pissed on by a man who was little more than a stranger to me. At the same time that I felt utterly disgusted and demeaned, I felt an excitation start in my cunt.
My interior cunt muscles began to ripple and the juices started to run, to the point I felt them trickle down the insides of my thighs. Don’t ask me to explain it would be impossible. Chalk it up to the complexities of the human mind. I was getting sexual excited from being pissed on. There was no denying it. The ripples in my cunt were the first signs of an impending orgasm. My nipples began to stiffen almost immediately.
Once his urine flow stopped, Bill quickly dropped to his knees in front of me. Grabbing my urine soaked hair he forced his crotch into my face. Guiding his still flaccid cock across my lips, I dutifully opened my mouth and took his cock inside.
As I began to suck his flaccid member to life, knowing a good fucking was about to ensue, and needing it badly, I diligently sucked the awakening fuckstick. I felt Bill flex his muscles and the last squirt of his urine exited his cock and into my mouth and throat.
As I swallowed his golden stream, I felt the orgasm begin in my cunt and spread its delightful warmth throughout my crotch and belly. I was totally debased and feeling completely humiliated, at this point, yet I was having an orgasm for it.
What was wrong with me? Here I was, collared naked in the yard, being pissed on by a strange man and having an orgasm when he pissed in my mouth. I know I am a slut, and I love it. I know I am a whore and will take on all cummers if my Master requires it, but even this surprised me.
I sucked Bill to a raging hardon, and he used my cunt until he unloaded the contents of his balls. I dutifully sucked his cock clean, and he rejoined Master on the porch.
I was exhausted. I lay in the soft lush grass, and drifted off to sleep in the warm afternoon sun.
I was awakened when Master came out and rubbed mosquito repellant all over my body. There was West Nile virus in the mosquito population and the sun was moving toward setting and the mosquitoes would be seeking a blood meal soon, so I was appreciative of this caring gesture, not to mention his hands roaming all over my naked body. I was a good three to four fucks behind my daily average, and I was horny as hell. It was my birthday for crimminy’s sake. I should be getting the royal fucking I was expecting and not this bitch dog treatment. Yet, I couldn’t bring myself to be mad at Master. It was, after all, my undisciplined attitude that had gotten me here.
As he applied the Deet-based repellant, I heard noise coming from the direction of the porch. Looking that direction, I see several people on the back porch watching.
Master returned to the porch and the group assembled there are partying and having a good time drinking beer and throwing catcalls my way every so often. Master had left me a bowl of food. But I wouldn’t reduce myself to eat from the bowl in the presence of these strangers and acquaintances.
Full darkness descended before long and the revelry on the porch continued. I was feeling a bit upset that here it was my birthday and everyone but me was partying. Then the partygoers decided to include me.
One-by-one, they drifted out to where I was secured in the yard. I was fucked repeatedly. At one point there were more than one out with me, and no one waited. Each found a hole to fuck, even if the preferred hole was occupied. I was cunt fucked, and my ass found itself full on occasion, too.
Any cock that appeared in that end came around to the front to use my mouth. I guess they all knew I had to suck clean all the cocks that fucked me. Even the ones who fucked my ass.
I had grown used to ass-to-mouth with the training Master gave me, so this wasn’t too bad. At least I was getting my daily ration of fucks.
My Mistress came out later. A few minutes before she came I had seen Master fucking her on the porch. I was instantly jealous. Master usually fucked me four-to-five times a day. Today though other than his morning wood, he hadn’t touched me. Now my Mistress, his slave like me, was getting her cunt full of his overloaded balls.
A little while later, amid my own fucking as another of the porch guests used my cunt, I saw my Mistress getting hosed heartily by one of the large black men that was partying on the back porch. He had already used me once, and where they were standing, my Mistress bent over the porch rail I could see his big cock pounding into her.
I heard her moan loudly then ask permission to cum, amidst the slap, slap, slap rhythm of their bodies meeting as they fucked. Master granted it and my Mistress orgasm overtook her.
“Oh fuck me. Fuck me hard with your big black cock.”
I wasn’t aware the noises had stopped until Mistress set a small footstool down in front of me and sat down.
She scratched behind my ears and patted my head as if I truly were a dog, then pulled her skirt up, and spread her legs, drawing my face to her cunt. She spoke and her words made me feel the humiliation of what I was experiencing again.
“Lick my cunt clean, bitch.”
I began to do as I had been commanded. Her cunt was a messy swamp of her own cunt juice mixed with Master’s and the black man’s cum. I licked and sucked drawing the cum out of her in great gobs, dutifully swallowing each mouthful. Mistress enjoyed my efforts as much as I enjoyed performing them. She commended me after I got her off with my mouth.
“You suck pussy as good as you suck cock bitch. But then you do love both, and it isn’t that you do it because your collar requires it. It is because you love it, you nasty little whore.”
I wasn’t allowed to talk since I was a bitch dog, so I just kept lapping at her still oozing cunt. She was right I did love it so. I knew if I could get her off again, the contractions of her cunt muscles would push more of the gobs of man cum from her depths. I felt the muscles ripple across her belly and she released her stream of urine. I felt the warm stream enter my mouth and the slightly salty taste and I gulped it down, as the biggest orgasm I had ever had ripped through my own belly. I gulped and gulped not wanting to lose a single drop. I was a committed urolagnist now and would gladly drink from the fount of man, woman or beast, for the tremendous orgasm it would give me.
Master released the dogs after our guests left. They all took turns repeatedly mounting and fucking Master’s newest bitch. Dawn was streaking on the horizon when the last one dismounted and came around to my head for his clean up blowjob. Then he too lay down beside me and slept as the others had.
Master came out mid-morning and released me. The boys had all started mounting and fucking me again, earlier in the morning, and all had had me at least once. Duke, the Alpha male German Shepherd was pounding away at my cunt for the third time this morning when Master unlocked the chain from my collar.
“When the boys are through using you, you may return to the house.”
No longer a dog-bitch-in-training I replied, “Thank you Sir.”
I learned from that day and I have never talked ‘pissy’ to Master since. All-in-all it was a pretty good birthday though I didn’t think so at the time. Though it started out slowly, I was probably fucked more than my daily average and I was taken to a new level of submission and I learned a new depravity that I found pleasurable.
Thank you Master for loving me. I love you for your knowledge and wisdom.

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Vacation At The Nudist Beach

Two parents take their son on a vacation and go to a nude beach. The father goes for a walk on the beach and the son goes and plays in the water. The son comes running up to his mom and says “Mommy, I saw ladies with boobies a lot bigger than yours!”
The mom says, “The bigger they are, the dumber they are.”
So he goes back to play. Minutes later he runs back and says, “Mommy, I saw men with dingers a lot bigger than Daddy’s!”
The mom says, “The bigger they are, the dumber they are.”
So he goes back to play. Several minutes later he comes running back and says, “Mommy, I just saw Daddy talking to the dumbest lady I ever saw and the more and more he talked, the dumber and dumber he got!”

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Skinny dipping with my younger step-sister – 1

In the summer of 1981 when I was 16, I stayed with my dad, his 2nd wife and my 12yo step-sister, Sarah, for two weeks. Since my dad and step-mom worked, they asked me to keep an eye on Sarah. That wasn’t hard at all since she had changed a LOT since the last time I saw her six months before. Even though she was 12, she had already started to develop a very nice body. Her mom had a terrific build with huge boobs so I wasn’t surprised that Sarah had started along that same road early. She also had the cutest smile that showed off her new braces.
I had known Sarah since she was 7 and we got along pretty good. We’d watch movies and swim in the pool most of the time. Watching her run around in a wet bikini was driving me crazy though. A few times she’d climb out on the ladder and the bikini bottoms would slide down giving me a nice look at the top half of her cute little ass before she’d quickly pull it back up. I had to put a towel over my lap a few times to hide a developing hard-on. It didn’t help that her white swimsuit was made of thin material and slightly see through. I could see her nipples and even her patch of dark pubes. She’d walk over to me to talk after climbing out and it was so difficult not staring right at her transparent bikini.
Then one day something amazing happened. She did a high bounce dive off the board and when she hit the water her bikini top popped off. She came to the surface all embarrassed with her arms around her boobs telling me not to look. I was so tempted but I turned around the other way. I heard her swim to her floating top and then she started getting upset saying her top was broken. I asked what had happened and she said one of the straps had snapped right off and she couldn’t wear it. GREAT! I thought. I told her to just go inside and get another one. She said this was her only one because she had outgrown her other swimsuits. Then she said her mom always got home too late every day to take her to the department store for a new one which meant she couldn’t swim again until the weekend. Jokingly, I said it’s too bad you can’t just skinny dip, and then I chuckled.
She was quiet a moment then asked if I was serious. I paused and then asked what she meant. She asked if I really meant she could skinny dip. I just shrugged and said it was her pool; she could do what she wants. And all of a sudden my heart was beating very fast thinking of her stark naked in the pool. She was quiet again and then she said she peeked outside one night a couple of weeks before and had seen her mom and my dad swimming naked. She had watched them for 30 minutes swimming and walking around naked and thought that it looked like fun. Now my heart was beating so hard my legs were shaking. And then she asked if I would skinny dip, too. I almost passed out. She said she’d feel weird if it was just she, but if I did it too, she’d be able to do it.
Once I managed to control my suddenly heavy breathing, I said sure, I could do it too. I did sound like fun. Then she told me to go first. I said sure, but could I turn around first? She said okay so I did. She was pressed up against the side of the pool so I couldn’t see her body, and her broken bikini top was lying on the ground. I asked if she really wanted me to swim, too, and she just nodded. I said okay. I reached for my swimsuit, my heart racing even faster than ever. In just a moment I was about to be naked in front of my 12yo stepsister.
And then I paused as a thought occurred to me. Sarah had a knack for playing practical jokes. I suddenly wondered if she was doing this just to get me to drop my pants, and then laugh and back out of it. To be honest, that didn’t really bother me because I’d be more than happy to show off my body to her, but I really wanted to see her naked, too. And I mean REALLY wanted to see her naked. She asked why I was taking so long and I looked at her. Damn she looked so cute….and hot! I told her I thought she might be playing a joke on me just to get me naked and then not do it, too. She looked at me innocently and promised she wasn’t.
Then I told her that she had to pull off her bikini bottoms first and toss them on the side of the pool. She hesitated and said that she wanted me to go first so that she’d have the guts to do it, too. I said that if she took her bottoms off, I still couldn’t see her. Then I’d strip and she could see me first. That way, I’d know she wasn’t just kidding around. She hesitated again. Then she finally said she’d do it. I almost jumped up and yelled, “YES!” She slowly bent down and removed her bikini bottoms under the water. I wanted so bad to leap in and get a good look at that tight little body of her’s, but didn’t. I was hoping that I’d soon be able to anyway.
She lifted her wet little bikini bottoms out of the water, tossed them on the ground and said “There. Now it’s your turn.” I looked at the bottoms and wondered if she’d get upset if I put them in my mouth and chewed on them. Probably. I looked at her and knew that the time had come. I asked if she had ever seen a guy naked before. She smiled shyly and said that Rick Newly had showed her his thing when they were eight, but no one else. I smiled and said “Well, you’re about to, so get ready”. Her eyes were glue t me as I suddenly shoved down my swimsuit and kicked it off. I stood there stark naked as she stared at me. Her eyes were wide open. Not just because I was naked, but because I had a full blown boner. All the excitement and anticipation had gotten me so worked up my dick was at full mast.
“You have an erection?” she asked, amazed. I said yes because being naked made me excited. She stared at it some more and I made it bounce by flexing my ground muscles. She squealed at that. Then I said it was her turn to show me. I wanted her to swim to the shallow end and walk out of the pool so I could get a full look at her. Her face turned bright red and I thought for a moment that she actually would back out. But to my absolute delight, she said all right. She swam along the side to the stairs in the shallow edge and stopped. She asked if I was ready, and I said she had no idea how ready I was.
And then she stood up and slowly walked out of the pool.
End of Part 1

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Mom’s Cum Tribute

I have a very hot mother. My friend’s tell me that, but I never needed their approval. She used to model full time for a career but stopped for a while to be a mother. She worked her ass off getting back in shape and now models part-time. Nobody can guess her real age she looks that good. She has long dark brown hair, a fantastic figure with large natural tits.

Queen Yavara: Chapter 21

I feel obligated to say that there is disturbing content in this chapter, though you probably guessed that already if you read the last chapter. This one isn’t for the squeamish, but of course, you sick puppies already read about Leveria torture-raping her own mother before having her publicly executed, so maybe the warning’s unnecessary. Leave comments!

My Asian Treat

My Asian Treat
As an executive my work requires me to travel all over the world. And with the rigorous schedule I am usually out of the US for 300 days out of the year. So having a personal life is not very sustainable. But surprises come in many forms, and usually from where you least expect it.
My latest assignment took me to Japan where I was to meet with a new international client. I have always enjoyed the orient, but this trip was going to top the charts. In setting up my travel I arranged to stay with an old college buddy who lived just outside of Tokyo. With the close location to the business district, commuting would be as easy as a train ride and maybe a taxi from the station, and it would give me the chance to catch up with an old friend. So it was done.
Hirito met me at the airport on the day of my arrival. It was good to see him again. As we drove to his home we chatted about the events in our lives since we last saw each other 5 years earlier when we graduated from Stanford. It was going to be nice having a familiar face around, not to mention a guide, and a place to stay for free even though money was not a factor. As we pulled into his driveway after a 30 minute drive I was already envious. His house was beautiful. Sitting on what I guessed was about three quarters of an acre, his house and grounds looked like a picture postcard of what most Americans consider to be the traditional Japanese home. It had beautifully trimmed ornate trees, stone walkways, and a traditional dwelling with sweeping roof lines and carved accents. I was impressed. One day I hope to have something this nice.
After unloading from the car Hirito lead me to a smaller house located at the rear of the main house. “This is the guest house,” he said as he gestured toward the smaller building and bowing his head, “I hope it is acceptable.” My jaw dropped. It was equally as beautiful and ornate as the main house surrounded by an exquisite garden and a small pond with goldfish. “Hirito, my friend,” I said as I gave him a small pat on the shoulder, “You overwhelm me. This will be just fine,” and I returned his bow.
After removing our shoes at the front door we proceeded inside and Hirito gave me a quick tour. There was virtually no furniture at all. There were large pillows in a closet for sitting, and a rolled up mat for sleeping. There was, however, a desk and chair in the office which was equipped with a computer and printer, high speed internet, and a fax machine. And on the opposite wall was a big 50 inch plasma screen TV. Everything I needed. “We will have dinner at 5,” Hirito explained as we walked back toward the front door, “but for now I imagine you might want some rest.” He was right. If you have ever flown to the Far East than you know what the jet lag is like. And seeing as how it was my middle of the night, I was really suffering. With a bow, Hirito excused himself and headed off toward the main house.
The only down side to traveling is putting you stuff away when you get to your destination. After a 13 hour flight and customs, you simply don’t feel like messing with anything, you just want to lie down and slip into a coma for about 10 hours. But in the business world, if you want to succeed, you have to pay attention to details. So with a quick and steady pace I was done. My clothes were hung up, brief case on the desk, and a change into leisure clothes laid out on the sleeping mat. As I was finishing my task I heard a light shuffle near the door. I turned around and stood dumbfounded. There, at the door, was the most beautiful Japanese woman I had ever seen in my life. She was wearing a blood red kimono that was decorated with an embroidered peacock and bonsai trees. The waist was held together by a large white sachet tied in the back, and the edges of the garment in the front, and at the sleeves were trimmed with gold colored cloth. And on her feet were the traditional white house socks with the cut between the toes to allow for sandals. My god she was beautiful!
“I am Kayko,” she said with a bow, “Your bath is ready.” Her accent was very thick, but her English was very understandable. She turned to her left and gestured toward the hall giving me a nice view of her profile. She was small, maybe 5 foot 3, and I guess about 105 pounds. Her small breasts were just barely distinguishable beneath her kimono as well as a small hump of her ass, but her features were all very proportionate. Her long black hair was pulled back into one big thick pony tail which hung down to her ass, contrasting remarkably against the ornate kimono. And her soft round face shone like a gem bordered by the black hair and red garment. “Thank you,” was all I was able to choke out while I gazed at the 20 something year old beauty with a stiffy starting to develop in my slacks. If this young woman was a maid than I really need to rethink where I live!
Without even thinking I followed her lead down the hallway. At the end of the hall was another room which was obviously the bathhouse. Instead of a wood floor, like the rest of the house, it had a polished concrete floor. On the far side of the room was a short stool sitting directly over a floor drain, and to the right was a large pool of steaming hot water. Upon entering the room Kayko gestured to my left and said, “Undress here,” before continuing across the room into a smaller room. On the wall were several hooks for me to hang my clothes and a robe to the far right. While Kayko was out of sight I quickly undressed and hung my clothes before wrapping the robe around me. As I tied the robe shut Kayko came back into view carrying a metal bucket. But more notably was that the red kimono was now gone. It had been replaced by a large white towel which Kayko had tucked together under he left arm. And to think, I thought I had a stiffy before! Now I had a full on, full length raging hard on!! Kayko walked over to the stool and set the bucket down. Upon standing she gestured for me to come over and have a seat.
I am fully aware of the differences in cultures, and of the small nuances of everyday life, but I must admit to be taken back a little. I had not exactly planned on disrobing in front of someone else, much less a woman while I was sporting a huge erection. As I stepped across the floor she spoke again, “First we wash, then we bathe.” “WE”? What did she mean we? As I stopped next to the stool my question was answered. Kayko immediately pulled her towel off and draped it over a small clothes rod attached to the wall just in front of the stool. When she turned back around to face me in all of her beautiful nakedness a smile and a little laugh escaped from her lips. (my mouth was hanging open and my erection was sticking out through the two flaps of the robe)
“It’s ok,” she said softly as she reached out and began to untie my robe.
I just stood there like a deer in headlights as she pulled my robe off and hung it over the same clothes rod, my full 8 inch erection standing up proudly.
“Sit.” she said while gesturing to the stool and reaching for the bucket.
“I’m sorry,” I said to her while taking the seat. “I am not used to this.”
“It’s ok,” she replied while pulling a soapy sponge out of the bucket and began lathering my shoulders, “I’m not either.”
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Her small breasts looked solid and firm with small dark nickel sized areolas and hard eraser nipples at their centers. Her skin was a smooth caramel color enveloping her gentle curves and toned legs. Her arms were toned and graceful with long delicate fingers and manicured nails. And her patch was a neatly trimmed forest of that same coal black hair on her head. She was, in my opinion, the most exquisite vision of female beauty I had ever seen. I could only sit and watch as she moved gracefully around me, washing every last inch from the top of my head to the bottoms of my feet. On occasion our eyes would meet and she would smile at me, especially when she began the drawn out process of washing my dick. Kayko knelt in front of me and positioned herself between my legs. Holding my erection gently in her left hand she slowly lathered up my dick from top to bottom with the soapy sponge. When it was no longer visible, due to the suds, she placed the sponge back into the bucket and used both hands to stroke me from bottom to top. The feeling was indescribable! Her soft hands sliding up and down my shaft, which was more than adequately lubed with the soap, almost made me shoot my load all over the place. And she was very sure not to miss a spot. Stroking from top to bottom with a slow but firm stroke, she was quickly bringing me to the point of no return. When I started to tense up she stopped. Removing her hands from my engorged member.
Looking at me with a strange expression on her face Kayko then said, “Now we rinse.”
Kayko stood, raising the bucket over my head. As she stepped up to my side I could very distinctly smell her scent just before the remaining water was poured over me, washing all the suds onto the floor and toward the drain. It was a little cool, but it felt good. As I wiped the water from my eyes Kayko stepped back into the small room and almost instantly returned with another buck of water. I watched her raise the bucket again and closed my eyes. The water was warmer this time, but without the sweet smell of the soap. As it cascaded over my body I felt really clean.
“Now we bathe,” she said and gestured toward the pool of steaming water.
As my right foot entered the water I was almost shocked as to how hot it was, almost to the point of being painful. After just a few hesitant moments I was leaning back in the steaming hot water, relaxing with just my head and shoulders above the water. Kayko stepped back into the small room and returned with another bucket of water. Sitting on the stool she began to soap herself from head to toe. I was really enjoying the show as she lathered herself up, noting how hard her nipples got as she washed her round breasts. When she was finished she poured the remaining water over her head and washed off all of the suds. Again she retrieved another bucket and rinsed herself again before coming over to the hot pool.
“You like?” she asked while gliding slowly into the water
.
I honestly didn’t know what she was talking about. Did she mean do you like your bath? Or did she mean do you like what you see? Seeing as how she was looking at my raging hard on I guess she could tell I liked the view. I chose a universal answer and said “Yes. I like very much.”
She smiled as she waded across the pool to where I was sitting and said, “Good.” And then, without saying another word, she knelt on the bench, straddling me, and guided herself straight down onto my cast iron cock, engulfing my whole length down to my nuts inside her tight snatch. I could not help the small gasp that escaped from my mouth as her tight body held me firmly inside her. It felt like my dick was inside a silk vise. Closing her eyes she let out a soft moan as she came to rest on my base, undoubtedly completely full. I was in heaven! As she slowly opened her eyes she brought my hands up from under the water and placed them on her breasts. They were firm, and the little nipples poked into the palms of my hands like small spikes. I gently squeezed and got the surprise of my life. As I squeezed her breasts, Kayko would squeeze with her internal muscles and tighten her grip on my dick.
(Guys. This is the most fantastic thing you could ever have done to you. If your girl is into it, I strongly suggest you buy her a pair of big ben-wa balls and get her to practice daily.)
Kayko didn’t have to move an inch. With each squeeze of her breasts, Kayko would squeeze and release my dick, sending waves of glorious pleasure through me. I started to speak, but Kayko just leaned forward and kissed me deeply, covering my mouth with her sweet lips. I took my hands from her breasts and threw them around her back, hugging her tightly to me while we kissed passionately. Kaykos’ response was to begin squeezing and releasing my dick at a furious pace. It seemed like my dick was in a milking machine. It was fantastic! Her muscles would squeeze from the bottom to the top in what seems like a rippling effect. The sensations were just too much for me and my dick began to spasm, shooting 4 years worth of saved up load up into my beautiful Japanese bather. With the first pulse, Kayko clamped down with her muscles and forced her crotch down as far as it would go, locking herself into place by hooking her feet under the sides of my thighs. She then just froze in place and accepted all that I had to give her, moaning almost inaudibly.
As the throbbing in my dick began to subside, Kayko began squeezing and releasing my dick once again, prolonging the sensations of my orgasm. After several minutes my dick began to deflate. With one more extremely hard squeeze Kayko pulled herself off my dick and sat down next to me.
“Wow!” I said as I looked over at the young beauty sitting next to me, “That was incredible!”
“Thank you,” she answered with a slight bow, “But now you rest.”
Kayko waded out of the pool and retrieved two large towels. After wrapping one around herself she motioned for me to come out of the water, to which she dried me from head to toe. After putting the robe back on Kayko lead me back down the hall to the sleeping room and rolled the mat out for me. As I lay down I looked up at the beautiful girl.
“Who are you?” I asked while looking directly into her shining eyes.
“I am Kayko,” she replied with a bow, “Hiritos’ sister.”
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This is my first text and an account of some events from my life a few years ago. Please be nice. If the reviews are good I will post additional chapters and tell you what happened during the rest of that buisness trip.

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Harry Potter Christmases

Harry Potter Christmases
By WPL
December 24, 1981 Harry Potter the-boy-who-lived, was put into the cupboard-under-the-stairs earlier than normal. He could smell a delicious odor thru the grill vent in the door, the door open and he was handed a paper plate, with a few scraps of food, you could see where someone had bit most off. He ate his meager supper and laid down and sleep overtook him.
Next morning as He laid in his cupboard-under-the-stairs, wondering what the noise was. He heard his uncle, aunt and cousin in the living room. Maybe they were cleaning the room, there had been a tree covered in balls and ribbons and lights. With colored paper boxes. His uncle open the door, “Go to the loo and hurry up Boy” and then back in the cupboard, handed him a bowl with some egg and a half of strip of bacon and a three quart full jar of water “Back in the Cupboard, Boy”. Later the door opened and “Go loo Boy” afterwards back in the cupboard,
‘did I do something wrong’, he asked himself, and try to think what he had done as not to do it again, he couldn’t think of anything. He only been with his aunt and uncle a few months and had learned to keep quiet. Didn’t have any idea what was going on out side his room.(the Cupboard)
The next day he was allowed out of his Cupboard and headed for the loo straight away, after finishing he away had a drink of water before leaving the loo, he never knew when he might have another. He headed to the kitchen to do his chores as he passed the lounge, he did noticed the tree covered in balls and ribbons and lights was still there but all the colored boxes were gone.
The tree was gone a week later and every day life returned.
December 24, 1982, Harry locked in his cupboard, earlier than normal, he knew he was in trouble, not sure why. He only touched the tree in the lounge, the one covered with Colored balls, ribbons, little toy like dolls, candy canes and those beautiful twinkling lights. Which had been put up a few weeks before. It earned him a lashing with his uncles belt and shoved in to his cupboard “No supper!!” he could smell the pleasing odors of cake and ham, there were also smells he didn’t know, but they smell good, then his uncle closed the grill, but the odors were still lingering. He almost felt happy, until his stomach growled. That night he laid there, he heard a noise as someone walking around in the lounge, then nothing.
First thing next morning he was hushed to the loo and back into the cupboard and handed a stale piece of bread, he had his drink in the loo, but was handed a half jar of water, before the door closed and locked.
Later he heard his cousin yell, a happy yell and noise like tearing paper, the other noises he didn’t know. He heard music playing, he tried to listen to the words being sung but couldn’t. Later as he carried out the trash, more than normal, he found some wondrous toys, broken but wonderful in the bin, he took out a couple and carried them back into the house. His Uncle saw the toys in Harry hands and grabbed them from him and back-handed the boy. And then told him “Boy go put theses back in the bin, there to be thrown away and not to be brought back into this house again, STAY OUT of the rubbish BOY!!” handing them back to him. Harry did as he was told as his uncle watched him with glaring eyes. Back in the house, he was kicked into the Cupboard again and locked in “and no supper!”
Days later the pretty tree was gone.
December 24, 1983, Harry was locked in the cupboard earlier once again, after being sent to the loo. Uncle Vernon hadn’t closed the grill this night The beautiful tree was back up in the lounge, with a lots of colored boxes. He knew he hadn’t done anything wrong, but he was locked in again, however he did receive a plate, well part of a plate, the foods were kind of heaped on top of each other and not much of each, but they tasted great and he was given a whole jar of water, wow. He ate his meal, then pulled out the few hidden broken toys he had manage to rescue from the rubbish bin when uncle Vernon wasn’t looking. For Days Dudley seemed happy ever since the pretty tree had been put up.
Later He heard Uncle Vernon sister come in and her doling over Dudley as usual. That music started again and it sound sort of like a party, oh well. He played with his toys, the little soldiers, one missing an arm, another a hand, another a foot, the little car sort of crushed and missing two wheels and a couple of things he wasn‘t sure of what they were one white the other black. Finally the noise stopped and the Dursleys went upstairs to bed.
Later that night he heard a noise that woke him, it was very, very low, but Harry was a very light sleeper, he had to be to stay out of trouble. He looked thru the grill and saw something red looking go by, then heard a strange voice “Hum, plenty of toys here for a boy, there’s enough for ten at least, why do they keep stopping here”
Next morning he waited, he knew he was going to get a beating, someone broke into the house last night and he was in trouble. He couldn’t have done anything about it and if he cried for help, he would have gotten a beating for waking his uncle up. He sat and waited, finally the door open “Go loo boy and be quick about it” he glanced around everything looked ok, then he noticed some of the colored boxes were missing. However uncle Vernon didn’t seem upset.
Back to the cupboard, he was given a glass of milk, a small piece of bacon and a biscuit, the milk smelled odd but tasted ok. Again he heard the music and the sounds of tearing, he could make out some of the words this time, the grill was open. snow… high…Peter…a soul …merry… noel… it sounded lovely anyway.
That afternoon he was let out to do his chores, more trash that normal again, the tree was still there, but no boxes. As he cleaned of the table he managed to get a bite of something very a sweet and good off a plate, he wished there had been more… after he washed and put up the dishes, he asked if the could take a bath. Vernon grumbled “No.. have a shower, quickly then back in the cupboard, boy”
The tree was out a week later.
December 24, 1984, Harry was locked in the cupboard again just after dark. Uncle Vernon sister had arrived and he was locked away for the night. He did get a smidgen of pudding as he wash the dishes. He was very careful not to drop one. He did last month, it didn’t break but he got a beating and no supper. Again he heard that lovely music, he heard clearly “an apple , a pear, a plum, a cherry” then Dudley squeals then “One for Peter, two for Paul, three for Him who made us all” before Vernon sister complain the music was too loud. He strained to hear more, but not make out any more words, just the slight music. He knew it was something to do with cristmuss, what ever that was, he heard them talking and caught a few words from the telly. The tree and the colored boxes had something to do with it too. And Dudley suddenly had some new toys and clothes much like his birthday. It was good caused he got a few more hand-me-downs, only a few stayed on him though.
That night as he laid dozing, he was woken by the noise of feet walking, softly but loud enough for him, that voice again “Plenty of toys, silly Dasher”
Next morning quick to the loo and back in the cupboard, the sounds of that happy music, which made him feel good for a while and Dudley’s yells of enjoyment, the tearing sound, sound of paper being wadded up. Later the door open “Loo boy then chores”, the boxes were gone.
After he finished the dishes, his aunt gave him a pair of Dudley’s old trainers, ‘WOW’ there was a hole in the bottom and a shoe string was broken, but some pieces tape and part of an old box from the bin would fix the hole and he could use the bit of strings of his old ones tied together. They were a little large on his feet, but they didn’t hurt like the smaller ones and with a few strips of box they fit fine. Again more than normal rubbish ands a couple of more treasures pulled out of a bag, when no one looked.
The tree was taken down days later.
December 24, 1985, Harry Potter was send to the loo early and then his cupboard. That pretty tree had been up for days, and so many boxes, but he stayed out of the lounge, only when called in did he enter and stayed as far away as possible from it. There was that music he loved, playing again. Then he heard the front door and Vernon’s sister announced her arrival, the music was tuned down, he heard laughing and Dudley’s excitement. The door opened handed him a plate, the bits of food tasted wonderful, and for some reason he wasn’t locked in this time, but he knew not to leave the cupboard, he did once and hurt for days after his uncle taught him a lesson.
That night every one in bed, Harry woke, the sound of footsteps he placed his ear to the grill, the door open and he fell out, looking at a heavyset man dressed in red. He jumped Harry looked at him
The man said “Who are you and what are you doing hiding in the cupboard” in a whisper.”
“Huh my name is boy or freak, no boy I guess and I live here” pointing to the cupboard
The man “how long you been in there”
“Oh it’s my room, I’ve been there for ages I was one I think, my parents were killed in a auto crash and now I live here”
“Dudley”
“That’s my cousin, his rooms are up stairs, oh who are you sir“
“I‘m huh people call me Fath… er .. Cringle“ and he looked into Harry’s cupboard ‘I own Dasher an apology’ He thought.
”Hello Mr. Cringle, huh why are you in my aunts house”
“Oh I’m checking, just checking, nice talking with you huh boy, don’t tell anyone you saw me, only get you in trouble”
“Oh… bye”
And he was gone ’what’ where’d he go.
Harry crawled back in his bed and closed the door.
Next morning, he was sent to the loo and back in the cupboard again and locked. He heard the music and the other sounds. Only this time he heard his uncle having one of his fits. Mr. Cringle did something I’m gonna get it and tried to hide in the corner.
In the lounge Petunia Dursley was handing out presents and suddenly froze as she looked at the tag on this unknown package, Merry Christmas To the Boy who Lives in the Cupboard Under the Stairs. From C. Cringle. She handed it to Vernon who went bonkers, he threw it down on the floor and stomped it, picked it up and threw it into the fireplace. He bellowed for hours it seemed.
The door finally open late that evening, “Loo boy and hurry, no Lotty- gagging” he got kicked as he headed upstairs and then locked back in after being slapped a couple of times.
Two days later the tree was gone.
December 24, 1986, Harry was locked in the cupboard again. But now he knew what Christmas was, sort of about, he stated school this year, and when he said he had met Father Christmas at school, everyone, well almost everyone laughed at him, then a teacher explained the store Santa’s were there to promote the Christmas sprit and wasn‘t the real Father Christmas. Harry almost said he met the real one, but remember what Mr. Cringle had said he’d only get in trouble so he just said “Oh ok”. from the stories they read he knew Chris Cringle was Father Christmas real name.
That night he heard nothing after they went to bed.
But the next morning, as he cooked breakfast and his relatives were in the lounge opening presents. He heard Aunt Petunia gasp and Uncle Vernon puffing up again. The tag read Merry Christmas Harry, the boy who lives under the stairs, I know your name now Harry Merry Christmas Father Christmas.
“What kind of sick joke is this” Vernon raged as the present made the fireplace.
Harry spend the rest of the day in the cupboard after hearing his uncle rage for an hour or so. Harry had no idea why, but that never stopped him before, so he took his hits and went to his bed.” No supper tonight boy, blame your freaky friends” Harry didn’t dare ask what friends. Dudley makes sure no one will talk to him let alone be friends.
The tree was gone the next day.
December 24, 1987, Harry assist Aunt Petunia cook a lovely meal and sets the table, then she arrives Uncle Vernon’s sister, as he waits on them. They open their presents to each other. Harry received nothing as usual. Had enjoyed the music before she came. He cleans up the mess and washes the dishes, finding a few tasty morsels. Puts out the rubbish and adjourns to bed. The tree had been up for weeks and even seemed to be more boxes. He stay away from them.
Later that night as he lays there he hears the noise, he opens the cupboard door and there he is, the man he thought was Mr. Cringle, with a package in his hand. “You’re a thief” “No, no Harry this is for you I was going to place it under the tree for you. Didn’t you enjoy the fire brigade truck I gave you last year”
“What truck I didn’t get anything last year, I never get anything.”
“You didn’t” Shaking his head
“You got the soldiers the year before I left for you, I seen the broken ones”
“You left something under the tree for me” he noticed the boy looked shocked
Mr. Cringle looked surprised “yes the last two years, now I know you live here and I wish to apologies for not knowing you were here those first years.”
A tense moment later
“Oh… well.. don’t leave anything again, please sir”
“What!…Why not Harry”
“I don’t deserve anything”
“Nonsense I’ve watched you and you’re a good boy, even though your uncle thinks different”
“If you left me something the last two years sir, I never got them, and that explains why I received a couple of beatings for no reason. Last year uncle Vernon raved about my friends, freaky friends as he hit me. I don’t have any friends… Now don’t leave anything please sir and just go”
“huh…er …wh… Harry I’m.. I’m sorry I didn’t..”
“Please just go and don’t come back, sir” and turned and crawled into his bed.
Harry got up before everyone and checked to make sure there wasn’t anything under the tree for him, finding none then retuned to bed.
Father Christmas the most benevolent being alive was heartbroken to tears as he vanished. He never heard of such. If it hadn’t been for the reindeer he would have just sat in his sleight, without completing his deliveries.
He never stopped at 4 Privet Drive Little Winging, Surrey again.
Although he could never forget the look in the polite little boys sad eyes that ask never to given any presents again, as not to be beaten.
‘I’m Sorry Harry’ he thought to himself each time he flew over 4 Privet Drive.

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Bound & Blindfolded

BOUND & BLINDFOLDED
As I may have told you previously, my wife and I have had a
very honest relationship concerning sex. We discussed with each
other what we enjoyed and what we liked and didn’t like and most
of the choices were determined through experimentation. Our
fantasies, which were a major part of our love making, were used to
enhance our pleasure and to provide the degree of variety we
needed to keep our love fresh. We tried some light bondage and
submission with the full understanding and agreement that there
would be no severe pain. That was something that we both didn’t
like or enjoy. We would tie each other to the bed on different
occasions and sometimes we would be blindfolded, sometimes not.
Pleasure and titillation would be administered by the dominant
person.
On one particular Saturday afternoon, my wife had just finished
her shower and informed me that she was in the mood for some fun
and excitement. She asked me if I was in the mood for a tie-up
session. Of course I was always ready and she told me to get my
shower and come to the bedroom as soon as possible. When I
entered the bedroom, Mary was dressed in a black garter belt, black
panties and black fish-net hose and that’s all.. She was in full
command as she told me to lie on the bed and she tied my arms and
legs to the four corners of the bed with the special leather straps we
had purchased for such occasions. She then proceeded to blindfold
me. Being vulnerable like that and feeling the anticipation of not
knowing what she was going to do, caused my flaccid member to
stir and grow hard immediately.
Mary started to pump and stroke my hardening cock and
soon, I felt her warm mouth slide down over the mushroom crown
of my prick and she completely engulf me in her soft warm mouth.
Her hand was stroking and “jacking me” while her tongue circled
the head of my throbbing manhood when I heard the doorbell ring.
She let my member slip from her mouth with a plop and told me she
was slipping on her robe and would be back in a minute to finish
what she had started. I heard Mary open the front door and then
heard her talking to someone but I could not make out either the
conversation or the identify of the person she was talking to. There
was a pause of several minutes and I heard whispering when the
bedroom door opened. I could hear some muffled sounds and
giggling when I heard Mary say, “Don’t talk or say anything, he
doesn’t need to know who it is. We do this little bondage thing
every two or three months and today is my turn, kind of wild huh?
“What do you think of my captive?”
Well, I started yelling and telling Mary to get whoever it
was the hell out of there and she told me that it was alright, her
friend was just interested and wanted to see how this sort of sexual
bondage play really happened, so that she could do the same thing
with her husband sometime. Again, whispers and giggling and I
sensed that I was really being looked over from head to foot. My
cock was jumping all over the place and laughter every time it did
spring about.
Mary continued by saying, “You see, it has a mind of its
own, I was just getting him excited and ready when the doorbell
rang. He likes me to,…. you know, …. kiss and suck him for awhile
prior to getting down to some serious business. As you can see, he
could still use some attention before he’s really ready.
“Can I watch what you do, do you mind at all?” I heard the
woman ask. “You bet, I like the idea of someone watching me
suck my husband’s cock, that’s kind of kinky fun, I think.” I felt her
mouth slide down over my cock again as she wrapped her tongue
around the head and swirled it, coating my shaft with her saliva.
“He’s getting harder and bigger. isn’t he?” the woman guest
said in a whispered tone.
“Yes, It’s really exciting when I can feel his cock grow in
my mouth, I get sooo wet every time I do this.”
“I’m really wet too, just watching you.” the woman said
again. Then I heard her ask, “would you mind or let me touch
him?”
“Sure go ahead.” I felt a warm wet hand stroking my cock
up and down as the woman was giggling as she stroked me for
several minutes.
“Would you want to taste him too,” I heard my wife ask.
“I’m so hot and wet from watching you, Hell, yes I want a
taste!” and I felt her lips slid down over my cock. She worked
quickly, savoring the delicious morsel now lodged in her warm
mouth. After a few minutes of that she stopped. I then heard
shuffling and zippers and wondered what was happening, could,….
just maybe,…. yes, the mystery guest must be taking off her
clothing, when Mary said, “OH ,Yes, your so pretty and such lovely
titties. I’m getting wet too, just thinking about what the possibilities
could be here.”
I felt the bed move and soon I felt soft warm soft lips slid up
and down my shaft. “Jerry always likes that!” Mary said, “If fact,
let me help you!” They were actually taking turns wrapping their
lips around my twitching cock and enjoying themselves immensely
at my expense. I started yelling and Mary said “Hand me your wet
panties and I’ll stuff them in his mouth to keep him quiet, then we
won’t have to worry about the neighbors hearing him yelling.
“Mary, why don’t you straddle and ride him so I can see his
cock slide in and out of your pussy. I’ll guide his dick in as you
settle down on it…OK?”
Try as I might, I could not recognize that voice, but I knew
I’d heard it before! I could feel the juices boiling up inside me and I
was moving my hips up and down in order to meet those warm
attentive pussy lips when I felt someone straddle my hips and a
hand guided my prick into a soft and well lubricated pussy. After a
few short strokes I felt the walls of a pussy grip my cock like a
piece of clay. I was sure what I felt was Mary’s pussy gripping my
prick and the woman’s hand directing the operation. It was a
different feeling but what I do know is that it felt wonderful.
I heard the girl say, “God, I’ve never seen anything this wild
in all my life. Watching him sink his cock in your pussy..Oh!, it’s
just beautiful.” I could feel her hands massage my balls and grip my
cock as Mary would move where she was about to slip off my cock
and then she would plunge down, fully impaling herself on my rigid
member. After riding me awhile as she did, Mary lifted her body
and my cock slipped out of her cunt.
“Oh, look, It’s covered with your juices, let me ride him
Mary, do you mind?” I felt warm lips again on my cock licking up
the juices and letting my cock move deeply into a warm mouth.
“Suck him clean now, does it taste good with our mixed
juices on it?” Mary was giving orders to her as well.
Then, as she straddled my torso I felt my cock being guided
into yet another wet wonderfully tight pussy and she started to
grind away on my rigid prick.
Mary took the wet panties out of my mouth and made me
promise to be quiet and not yell anymore. There was more
movement on the bed as Mary, I think, was getting in to positioning
herself near my head and I suddenly felt a cleanly shaven pussy
brushing my face, rubbing up and down on my cheeks and lips. She
lowered her slit onto my waiting mouth.
Mary was talking as she moved over me, “He enjoys having
a pussy on his face. He really has a talented tongue you know, I
think you’d like his oral talents.”
I felt Mary reach down with her hands and spread her puffy
wet lips and although totally blindfolded, I could only envision the
tender pinkness of my sweetheart’s “shaved” pussy. The sexual
electricity was mind boggling and the sweet aroma of a woman’s
sex glued to my mouth, caused my seminal fluid to boil and I felt
the pressure in my balls grow with each moment. I used my tongue
like a blind man uses his fingers to read Braille. I found her
pleasure button and I gently pulled the clit between my lips and
flicked my tongue back and forth over her extended and excited
clitty.
“Oh Yes, eat me Honey,” It was the most exciting time of
my life to realize that it was my wife’s shaved pussy I was licking.
When I heard my wife yell that she couldn’t hold off any longer and
said, “Oh, Yes, I’m cumming!”, as she rubbed her “shaved” wet
slippery pussy harder against my lips and probing tongue.
“How do you like my shaved pussy Honey, did I surprise
you?” I said in between licks, “Oh, God, it’s wonderful, I love
it…so soft and tasty. “You really do know how to suck a pussy,”
she moaned.
To have my mouth clamped to a woman’s pussy at the
precise moment of her climax is the most intimate expression of
love and passion one can offer. The pure lust of the moment was
fantastic and I couldn’t hold off any longer and exploded a copious
amount of thick warm love cream deep into the gripping pussy
surrounding my cock..
Then I heard Mary ask the other girl, “Did he cum? I
wanted some of that too.”
Again, I didn’t recognize the voice but she said, “I think he
has filled me with his hot cum.” It was a very emotional moment
and her voice was probably distorted from the shear passion of the
moment as I still didn’t place or recognize the sound of her voice.
I felt the girl roll off of me, but still lying on the king sized
bed. She was apparently just satisfied to watch my tongue snake in
and out of my wife’s dripping cunt and licking her enlarged clit.
Knowing that she was probably watching the scene before her,
caused me to want to perform to perfection and I increased my
attention on Mary’s sensitive clit and alternated between thrusting
my tongue in as far as possible and then back to her sensitive clitty.
It didn’t take long and she pushed her bald cunt harder against my
wet slick mouth. “Oh, yes, Oh Yes, Honey, Ohhh my!, I’m
cumming again”, she exclaimed.
She collapsed, and I could feel the tension subside in her
body and from her shattering climax. We rested for several minutes
and I sensed that the girls were caressing each other titties as I
heard them moan and say how wonderful it had been.
Then I heard Mary say, “Do you remember what we girls
did some months ago at bridge party at your house? Listen, don’t
think badly of me but I’ve always had a fantasy about licking my
husband’s cum from another woman’s pussy, …..how would you
like to fulfil my fantasy?”
“Yes, Oh, yes, yes, yes you kinky girl” said the girl, “Do it,
hurry!”
The unknown girl moved next to me and I could feel them
getting together off to my right. It was obvious that Mary was
going to lick her girlfriend’s cum soaked pussy and unfortunately, I
wouldn’t be able to watch..damn! damn, damn!. I can remember
Mary telling me many times her favorite fantasy to taste my cum
from another woman…God, I never thought it would ever happen
and now it was happening right here…. right now and right next to
me. Listening to the licking, sucking and moans from these two
women was driving me crazy. I told them I wouldn’t tell..just let
me watch..Mary ignored me and the girl continued telling her just
where she needed her tongue to be. “Yes, there, right there …now
bite my clit gently with your teeth..Oh yes, God I’m cuummmming!,
I heard the woman say, “I’m cumming, still cumming …can you
taste his cream yet Darling. I can feel his cum sliding down inside
my pussy now….get ready so you get what you wanted?” I heard
Mary mumble what I thought was a “yes” and then I heard Mary
say, what I’m sure was meant for my pleasure and benefit, “There it
comes now, Oh! I can see it peeking between your pussy lips now.
Oh, how pretty!” The girl quickly added,
“Lick it quick, I can feel it sliding out of me, Yes, that’s it..,
now, cup your tongue like a spoon and catch his big wad of “sweet
love nectar.”
I heard Mary yell, “I’ve never seen so much cum… OH! so
sweet….I heard the sucking, slurping sounds of Mary as she tried to
get every bit of our mixed juices from this woman’s pussy.
Then I heard the girl say to me, “Jerry, she really is beautiful
when she is licking my pussy, you should see her pull those ribbons
of cum out my slit with her tongue, Oh my, that’s hot.”
When Mary had finished cleaning the girl’s wet, moist pussy,
they went giggling into the shower. I heard them laughing the
whole time. They talked in low voices and I could not hear what
they were saying but I got the impression they were working up a
reciprocal understanding for when Mary’s friend was going to tie up
her husband…Would Mary be invited to join in?
Now, that really excited me to think of Mary with another
man! Would she really do something like that with another man?
Well, that was my first experience licking a shaved pussy and for a
guy who loves oral sex, I knew that I wanted to have Mary keep
her shaved pussy. After all was said and done I must say that the
memory of that Saturday afternoon and the true identity of my
mystery sex partner would never be known to me. And that is the
way it is today, unknown!
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Wheels

The reason why this story is called ‘Wheels’ is the main male character is confined to a wheelchair. I accept I have taken a few artistic licences here and there but what I have described is perfectly possible and I hope I have not offended any mobility challenged people out there.

I Watched My Wife With An Older Man 5

It’s been almost a year now since I first watched old Walt trying to fuck my Anna on our living room couch. I wonder how different things would’ve been if I’d stepped in and stopped it right there. As I read back over my stories bringing things up to date, I can now see the slippery slope I traveled reaching my present situation. I’d never heard of the internet site you are now reading this on, until my friend and author Cleo said she thought by posting my stories, it might help me cope with all the misery my actions had caused. I read some of the other stories here and frankly I wouldn’t have believed them had this stuff not happened to me. In short, I was naïve because I didn’t know guys like Walt and Albert – and eventually Tia and Bear – even existed. They simply didn’t travel in my circles. Yes, at the time I was all hot to watch Walt fuck my wife, but I didn’t cause it – he did. It takes a certain type of person who has the gall, the lack of human feelings to just take what they want, like Walt. Or, like Albert, to advertise their sexual pictures on the NET. Tia and Bear who came into our lives and wrecked it at a later date, were in a different category altogether. I’m not judging, just stating how I felt. So, believe my story or not, it makes little difference. I’m doing this for me – to cope – nothing more.
With that said, I urge others who consider contacting sex partners on Ebay and Creigslist to beware. After Walt went back to the Middle East and there was small chance of his returning on a regular basis, Anna became withdrawn and depressed at times. Gone was the old carefree Anna I knew and loved. I had to do something, besides – I admit it – I couldn’t wait to see Anna impaled of another big cock. What started out as a simple sexual experiment has now become immensely complicated, and will possibly end up costing me everything. Yet, neither Anna nor I can stop this train from moving. It’s all water under the bridge now, I guess.
In any event, our lives are so changed from the upper in-come, suburban couple everyone envied a year ago. My beautiful proper wife now admits something she never knew about herself – that she’s a sex addict – and I guess if I’d admit it, I’m a pervert. Anna told me recently that she can’t pass a man on the street without looking at his crouch and wondering about the size of his cock. She said she even fantasizes about the delivery boy and our yard maintenance crew. It sounds sick, but when she told me that, I got a boner so hard she had to suck me off before I could go to work. I know she loves me but that she doesn’t particularly enjoy having sex with me – it doesn’t have the same forbidden excitement she experiences when she fucks other men. She also needs the control they exhibit over her, which I’ve tried giving her but have failed to provide. I now know something about her that I don’t think even she knows. Anna is a total sub. She lusts after the big, rough, less attractive guys who’ll use her mercilessly, wipe their cocks on her and leave. Proud and cool in public, she’ll now do anything some man demands of her, when she’s like that.
I came home a few days in a row to find her crying. She didn’t want to talk about it but after my repeated prodding she relented. She said she’d spoken to a shrink about her “problem,” just an initial consultation. She gave me his card and said he’d agreed to tell me what he’d revealed to her. I told her it was a bunch of crap, but called him the next day anyway. Doctor Meeks told me Anna was indeed a sex addict. It probably had been a latent condition, and that some recent event or experience had awakened it. I knew that “recent event or experience” had been a guy named Walt, and that it’d all been my fault. I didn’t tell him that though. His analysis was different than Anna’s. He said the size of the man’s penis was irrelevant, except that it probably offered her the necessary pain she needed to justify her pleasure. Also it had been the feeling that she’d had no control over -or blame for – what she was doing, and that it was the forbidden nature of the act itself that had affected Anna so profoundly. Mine and Anna’s sex life was probably routine and sometimes boring to both of us, he’d correctly stated. He surmised she’d obtained such an adrenaline high from that first forbidden act with Walt in our living room that she’d since been trying to replicate it OVER AND OVER, since. She would likely continue doing that until she received professional help. That wouldn’t come until later, he speculated. Because, like with most alcohol or drug addicts, the sexual releases she pursued were so intense that she wouldn’t want to change until she’d reached rock-bottom, and had no other choice. Also, like with other addicts, if she didn’t get her “fix” she might go into deep depressions, even become suicidal. He told me the signs to watch for, telling me to call him. I didn’t even ask him about why I got off so much by watching her. I was afraid of his answer, I guess.
As her depression grew worse, I knew I had to do something. I told myself it was for Anna, and I still believe it was. I looked at all the emails I’d received on this site and on others, concerning my stories about Anna. Many wanted to meet her. Several had even sent me photos of their cocks. One in particular I remembered. The guy’s cock was immense; thick and long, slightly curved to the left. He’d asked for a picture of her twice, and I’d finally weakened and sent him one of her in her bikini. I figured he’d just use it to jerk-off but then I started worrying it’d show up on the internet. I vowed I’d never do that again. Besides, he lived in California. Much too far away. I’d heard of Creigslist, but had never visited the site. I was surprised to find such things as men seeking women, men seeking men, etc. There were even picture of men’s erect cocks, advertising themselves. From what Doc Meeks had said, I knew Anna had an obsession with large dicks, so I weeded most out right up front. One jumped out though. It was a photo with the face cropped, of a rather fat guy naked from the waist down. His cock didn’t appear very much longer than mine – certainly not the length of Walt’s – but it was as thick as a beer can. He said he was in Dallas for two days and wanted some good pussy. No drama, just a good fuck. I sent one of those anonymous email replies and it was answered in less than an hour. It said to meet him in the hotel lounge where he stayed at 7:00 PM that evening, signing it “Albert.” My hands were shaking with excitement and my mouth was like cotton by this time. I called Anna an asked if she wanted to get out of the house for a drink with one of my clients. Sounding in better spirits, she said okay.
When I arrived home, Anna was dressed casually in a light pull-over sweater and white shorts. As usual, she looked devastating. In the car she asked who the client was, expecting someone from my office. I handed her Albert’s picture – the one from the neck down – his cock sticking straight out. She just stared silently at it for a few minutes as I watched from the corner of my eye. Holding it in her lap, she looked back out the window for a while, glancing down several times at Albert’s photo. By the time we reached the hotel, her face was slightly flushed. We never spoke a word as we pulled into the hotel parking lot, got out and went inside. Albert was easy to spot. He was the only one in the lounge, a rotund, balding man in an expensive sport jacket and no tie. He smiled and stood as we approached, sticking out his hand.
“Hi Folks. Call me Al.” He looked Anna up and down slowly, as her face colored. For whatever shortcomings he had in the looks department, Albert didn’t lack for self-confidence. We have a drink and Albert asked Anna to dance a slow song with him. She reluctantly accepted and they moved off, Albert’s pants tented in the front. When he pulled her close, I knew she could feel it. He was shorter than Anna, but he danced well and they stayed for a second dance. When they returned to the table, Anna’s face was more flushed and Albert’s pants protruded even further. After another drink, Albert suggested we go to his suite for a night cap. Anna didn’t look at either of us as she stood and went along.
Albert had a small suite with a large living/dining area and bar. Anna sat on the sofa and I sit on a large over-stuffed chair. Playing the gracious host, he fixed us a drink and sit by Anna. I could see by his pants that he still had a hard-on. I knew Anna could see it too. When there was a break in the conversation, Albert just unfastened his belt, pushed his pants and shorts down around his knees, and laid back, his cock standing straight up.
“Is this what you came to see?” he asked boldly.
No longer than mine, his cock was fully as thick as a beer can, with an even larger crown. Thick blue vanes stuck out all over it, making it appear even more formidable. He was gazing at Anna, who was staring at his cock as though awestruck. Albert took her limp hand and placed it on his dick, moving it slowly up and down. Anna’s gaze never wavered, but she was breathing raggedly through half-open lips.
“Why don’t you get down there and lick it, beautiful? We all know you’re going to, so just do it.” He pulled on her arm, helping her kneel on the carpet in front of him. Her eyes never left his cock.
He didn’t have to force her. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward and began licking it around that humongous knob. She opened her lips and slid them all over the bulbous head, leaving it wet, and then she licked his cock from top to bottom and back up. Albert groaned softly, my cock was aching so I loosened my belt, unzipped my pants and let it out from its confides. The hotel room air felt cool on it as it throbbed, growing harder.
Anna was trying to swallow that huge piece of meat without success. It was simply too thick to enter her throat. All she could manage was to get her working mouth around the head of it. I watched her cheeks collapse with the suction as she worked on it. My own dick throbbed urgently each time she swallowed. Her face pressed against Albert’s flab, his ass cheeks clinching tightly, his thighs straining with the effort. I could barely breathe and my heart was pounding wildly inside my chest. If I touched my dick I knew I would cum, so I waited. It would be a long night. Albert’s voice brought me back.
“You’ve got a beautiful wife here, partner. She looks particularly lovely trying to stuff my cock down her throat. I’m gonna fill-up her pretty little mouth with a hot load of cum in about a minute. It’s been a while for me.” His face screwed-up and he looked even uglier as he strained to keep from cumming. I could see he was fighting it, trying to prolong the experience of having the most beautiful woman he’d ever had sucking his cock. “Oh . . .” he growled, “I’m going to love stuffing my cock inside that sweet pussy.”
Anna, making love to his cockhead, seemed oblivious to his words, so focused was she on sucking that large cock down her milking throat. I believe she and that bloated cock were the only two things that existed for her at the moment. I watched as she ran her open lips up and down its length, sucking each of his hairy balls tenderly into her mouth, her eyes closed. Then back up the shaft to engulf it again. I almost shot my load at that. Albert had reached his limit too. Grunting loudly, holding her face on his cock, he shot a string of cum into her mouth and she swallowed convulsively. He must’ve stored up for a while because he shot string after string for a full minute. Her mouth was like a seal around his cockhead, not losing a drop, hungrily swallowing it all to pool in her soft belly. I unloaded so hard into my tissue that my prostrate ached. I sat with my head down for a few minutes, trying to stop shaking. Anna was still licking Albert’s cock like it was a lollipop as he slumped back against the sofa. After a while, he said, “Get up and strip.” His voice sounded raspy in the quiet room.
Anna obediently stood and pulled her sweater over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her breasts stood straight out in the cool room. I heard Albert gasp. “My god, your tits are perfect!”
Anna didn’t answer, didn’t even look at him as she pushed her shorts down and stepped free. Albert’s mouth was wide open now, his tongue practically hanging out. “You are the most beautiful fucking woman I have ever seen,” he whispered hoarsely. “Get on the bed.”
Anna crawled onto the bed and lay on her back, legs slightly apart. She was wet, a sliver of pink showing between her swollen pussy lips. In an instant, Albert was between her long tan legs with his face buried in those lips. Anna cried out, pressing her thighs against his face as her hands found the back of his head, pulling him closer. Her face contorted, the cords in her neck and shoulders standing out. She rode his face for several minutes, growing louder as she approached her climax. Albert must’ve had his tongue buried all the way to the navel as he lapped her cunt unmercifully. I watched as he sucked one pussy lip out, pulling it with his lips, then the other, as she moaned and wiggled against his face. There was something extremely nasty about seeing my beautiful wife squirming around on this fat little troll’s tongue, or sucking his bloated cock. I can’t deny that. Still, it hurt somewhere deep inside. Growing hard again, I watched with growing envy as he drove my Anna right out of her mind. How I longed for her to react to my love-making in this manner. Recalling Doc Meeks words, I realized the reason. I just wasn’t nasty enough for her. Doing it with me was – boring. She needed forbidden fruit, the adrenaline rush caused by doing something extremely vulgar and forbidden with a total stranger. I deceived myself into believing that by doing this, it might help her cope with depression. He’d said she could become suicidal, right? I figured I could live with her fucking some guy a couple times a month if it kept her from becoming so depressed. What I pushed to the back of my mind was him telling me she’s a sex addict, and that she’d continue to seek new ways to obtain her sex-high until she’d finally reached rock bottom. I realize now I was self-serving fool, but at the moment my cock was as hard as glass.
I saw Albert had pushed her legs up, sliding his tongue down her crack and eating her puckered asshole as she climbed his head. Anna seemed to be coming apart at the seams. She came so loudly and drawn-out, screaming with her release, that I was afraid other hotel guests might call hotel security. Her cries finally diminished into small whimpers, but Albert just kept licking, sucking and chewing for a long time until she began to moan and move her ass around again. Then he crawled up farther, holding her legs in the crooks of his arms, he positioned the head of his fat cock over her opening and pushed that bloated thing against her swollen pussy lips. It was a difficult entry but she didn’t fight it; to the contrary, she pushed back, lifting her ass, trying to help him get inside. Then I remembered how Walt had stretched and hurt her as he pushed that big horse cock of his into her. I figured if she’d accommodated that thing she could handle this one okay. Both Anna and Albert grunted as the head finally popped inside, followed by about half of his fat cock. Anna raised her knees to her chest and that did it, the entire thing disappeared until his balls pressed against her ass. The look on her face said it all. She was in total bliss.
Albert didn’t give her a chance to rest, hammering into her like a mad-man, without any warm-up. She didn’t pull away – instead, remaining still for just a moment until her vagina had adjusted to his girth. Then she began pushing her ass up to meet his thrusts. For the next fifteen minutes, the room was filled with their grunts and the wet sound of slapping flesh. They’d both taken the edge off earlier, so it seemed neither was in much of a hurry to reach their climax. Having also cum earlier, I was now at the point I could slowly stroke my cock in time with their thrusts. Albert’s fat little ass cheeks would quiver each time he plowed that thick cock inside her, jarring her slender body violently. She didn’t seem to mind. Whenever she seemed to draw close, he’d push all the way inside her, rest his flabby belly on her ass-cheeks and hold it there – just stopped moving as he watched her grunting and wriggling against his cock. I noticed him smiling at me.
“This is really some fine pussy,” he said. “Best looking woman I ever fucked, I’ll tell you that.”
Anna’s thighs were hugging him, her hands grasping his chubby ass to pull his cock even deeper inside her. She looked desperate. Albert suddenly lowered his face and swallowed her mouth, sticking his tongue down her throat. Moaning, she answered with her own tongue, kissing him back. Her arms slipped up and around his neck as she grinded her pussy against his cock. Seeing her kiss another man this way hurt more than watching him fuck her. I could see they were both close to cumming. They were making all kinds of noises, gyrating and humping frantically to reach their goal. Anna came first, howling into Albert’s open mouth as she licked his fat lips. Her first climax had only been a warm-up for this one. She came like a banshee, and it seemed to take forever. Then Albert couldn’t take it any longer either, his body arching backward stiffly, groaning like he was injured. Still, they sucked each other’s tongues as though it were a life-giving drink.
After an eternity, he rolled off her and tiredly pulled himself up to sit against the headboard. Anna, exhausted and appearing only semi-conscious, lie where he’d left her, legs apart, mouth open, eyes closed. Her pussy had been stretched to the limit and it remained open, its pink walls exposed and a river of cum running down the crack of her ass, dripping onto the bedspread. I was mesmerized by it. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen. I’d cum about the same time they had, but I felt blood rush into it again as I viewed the scene of their passion. Albert was smiling right at me again as he shook Anna’s shoulder. She looked up, a question on her face. His smile never leaving me, staring into my eyes, he pushed her face downward onto his cock, rubbing it against his slimy crotch.
“I’ve always wanted to do that to some pretty woman,” he said, moving her unresisting face around to clean himself up. “You need to leave now. I’ve got one more day before I have to fly out. It’ll be a long day tomorrow. I get off at five. If you want a repeat performance, come around ‘bout seven-ish, after dinner. That’ll give your little honey a chance to think about what I did to her and she’ll be climbing the walls by then.”
He watched as I pulled up my pants and retrieved a washcloth to clean Anna’s sticky face. I then searched around for her clothing and helped her dress. Cum ran down her long legs, so I wiped them clean as best I could, and fastened her shorts. Leaning on my shoulder for support, I assisted her to the door as Albert said softly, “Sure a fine-looking woman.”
I called Anna around 10:00 AM the following morning and she still sounded groggy. I asked if she wanted to go back to Albert’s hotel for a drink after work and she said emphatically, “No!”
I arrived home just before five, to find an outstanding meal ready. Afterward, we went out and sat by the pool, drinking wine. I saw Anna glance at her watch occasionally and suspected what that meant. As 7:00 o’clock drew closer, she became more restless, her words shorter, no eye contact. It was a twenty minute drive to the airport hotel. At 6: 30, I said, “You want to get out of the house for a drink before bedtime?”
She jumped up and grabbed her purse.
We pulled into the parking lot, neither saying a word as we rode the elevator to the fourth floor. I knocked on Albert’s door and he opened it wearing only his boxer-shorts. Stepping back, he was all smiles.
“My friends from last night! Come on in!”
He walked straight to the sofa, pulled off his shorts and sit down. “Let’s not pretend we don’t all know what we’re here for. Hurry over here and suck my cock until it’s hard. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
Anna was on her knees in a flash, like a starving person she took his half-softened cock nearly all the way down her throat, moaning in pleasure. Apparently she’d been thinking about this all day, too. As soon as it was hard enough, Albert pulled her up and positioned her over his stiff cock. She lowered her ass and rubbed the giant head through her vulva a couple times, grunting softly, sounding a little desperate. Then, she just sat down and impaled herself, crying out with pain and pleasure. I fumbled for my cock as I found the same chair I’d occupied the previous night. I had a bird’s eye view, watching as she eased herself up and down on his bloated cock. Albert said, “Take it easy baby, we got all night. I don’t have to leave until tomorrow afternoon. I plan to use every hole you have and to do it real slow. I may never find another woman like you and I plan to remember this.”
Albert fucked her slow, then fast, and then slow again, until they both reached a shuddering climax, screaming into each other’s mouth. That was the first of several for the night. He nailed her in every position possible. The old guy had remarkable stamina and could cum multiple times, unlike me. I was a two-fer at best. The finale came around midnight when he placed her on her knees, saying, “Now, I’m gonna fuck that puckered little asshole I’ve been licking for the past two days. You want me to stop, say so right now, otherwise keep your mouth shut.”
Anna silently lay her head down on the bedspread and closed her eyes. She didn’t utter a word. Albert produced a tube and spread some of it on his cock, then around and inside her asshole. He positioned his cock head against her puckered rim, pausing to grin at me. There was simply no way it would fit, I thought. Then I remembered Walt and his giant cock. It had finally fit but with a lot of pain. I hoped this wouldn’t be too painful for Anna. Albert grasped her hips and began shoving until the head finally popped inside her greased anus. Anna didn’t pull away. She pushed back against it as she fingered her vulva lips. Maybe she’d learned something from her experience, by Walt ass-fucking her that way. It looked painful to me and maybe she even enjoyed the pain, but Anna seemed to be oblivious, attempting to get Albert’s hunk of meat all the way inside. It wasn’t long before Albert’s grotesquely fat dick was buried in all the way to his hairy balls. It was an awesome sight, my cock lurched crazily just by watching from it.
Anna’s ass began making those little circles again as small sounds drifted back to me through her half-open mouth. I wondered if I’d spoil it for her if I went over and shoved my dick into her pretty mouth. I couldn’t take the chance so I just stroked it slowly. It wasn’t long before they were fucking like animals, the sound of their grunts and his thighs hitting her ass echoing in the room. “Tell me to fuck you,” he gasped.
“Oh . . . yes, fuck me,” she responded obediently.
“Tell me to fuck your ass,”
“Please . . . fuck my ass. Fuck it hard.”
I’d never heard Anna say anything like that during sex. Never.
“Are you a slut? Is my cock better than your husband’s” Albert shocked me by that.
“Oh god yes. I love your cock. I love your cock up my ass. It’s the best!”
Albert laughed wickedly. “I’m going to let you clean it off after we’re through,” he said. “You’ll do it, too you nasty slut.”
He kept talking dirty to her but Anna was too far gone to even answer. Her eyes were rolled up in her head and she was making little animal sounds through her open mouth, attempting to get even more of Albert’s thick cock inside her colon. I could see she was nearly ready to explode. So was I. Albert’s cock was having little difficulty sliding in and out of her anus now, stretched as she was, but Anna squirmed on it like a woman possessed. Albert suddenly arched his back and shot a load deep inside her bowels, yelling his pleasure. Anna was right behind him, sobbing and crying as she bit her forearm until it bled. I shot halfway across the room, leaving me weak enough to collapse against the chair back. I don’t know how long I stayed that way,
but Albert’s voice brought me back.
“Clean my cock, you nasty little slut. Lick it off.”
Groaning a small protest at having to move, Anna slid around and took his slimy cock in her mouth, sucking and slurping on it loudly. I felt sick at what might have been on it, but strangely excited too. I couldn’t have gotten another hard-on if my life depended on it. Apparently, neither could Albert.
“You two get out of here now so I can get some rest.” He smiled evilly. “I’ll give you a call if I get back up this way.” He was looking at Anna as though trying to burn her beauty on his memory.
I took Anna home, put her into a hot tub of bubble-bath and shampooed her lustrous hair. I wrapped her robe around her and led her to our bed, pulling the sheets up. She smiled weakly and was instantly asleep. The intensity of her orgasms had totally exhausted her. Shit, I was tired and I hadn’t been butt-fucked for an hour. I stared down at her angelic face, long lashes against soft unblemished cheeks, she looked clean and innocent. I brushed a wayward strand of hair from her forehead, caressing her with my eyes, just loving her. Disregarding her recent sexual proclivities, Anna’s still the most remarkable woman I’ve ever met. Her deep throaty voice draws people like flies, her beauty and intelligent keeps them around her. I briefly wondered what her classy friends would’ve said if they’d seen her just a few hours earlier. It was hard to imagine that less than an hour ago those full, beautiful lips had been wrapped tightly around another man’s cock, hungrily sucking loads of cum from it. A short time earlier this woman had lain in a hotel room bed, cum leaking from every orifice in her body as she cleaned the slime off the man’s cock who had just fucked her in the ass. Rationally I could separate that cum-soaked slut from the woman I now saw. That was how Doctor Meeks had said life with a sex-addict would be, so I knew we’d have about a month before she’d need to do it again and that was what I lived for. I loved this woman and I vowed I’d do anything it took to keep her. Our life was almost perfect for a full three weeks. Then Anna became depressed again.

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