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Winslow Arizona

My name is Tommy, and I want to tell you the story of how i became bi-sexual. first, let me tell you that it is 2005 right now and i’m finaly 18 years old. i’m a typical white surfer kid from santa monica california, long hair and slim body, and very ripe for a perverted old man to sexualy play with. my bi-sexuality started two years ago when i was 16 years old.
i had a girlfriend that i very much liked being with. when she moved away to colorado, i had decided to run away from home and hitch-hike out there to be with her. at that time, i had no idea that there were so many sexual preditor’s out on this country’s roads looking for a young white boy like me to fulfill thier sexual fantasies. but it didn’t take long for me to find that out.
the first few rides went well without any problems. folks out there seemed at ease with giving me a ride. however, it was in arizona that i met my first perverted old man. i was riding with an old man around 60 years old or so when he pulled over in a rest area. he told me he liked my butt and asked me if he could butt-fuck me. i said, “NO WAY!” and got out of the car. i went to go look for another ride when he came up to me and told me he would still give me a ride and that he wouldn’t bring that subject up again. he was sincere so i got back into the car with him.
as we drove down the highway, he asked me if i had any money or food, i told him “no”. he then told me that he would give me $20.00 if i jacked him off while he drove. i did not want to, but i was hungry, so i aggreed. i scooted over next to him and pulled his dick out and jacked him off until he shot cum all over my hand. i didn’t like doing that, but it didn’t bother me eather. it was worth $20.00. i mean, it was only my hand. after i was done, he handed me the money and told me that if i wanted to earn more money later when i need it, that i should go to a truck stop and talk to some trucker’s and offer to suck thier dick’s in exchange for some cash. he said that since they were on the road all the time and probably horny, that i wouldn’t have any trouble making money. i told him that i don’t do that stuff and the hand job i just gave him was the first time i even touched another man’s dick. i explained i was on my way to be with my girlfriend. he told me it was just a sujestion.
it was night when he dropped me off somewhere in arizona. i was cold and hungry so i went to a denny’s that was nearby and stayed there all night and spent all my money. that next morning i caught a ride with this family that was heading east towards the way i was going. about mid-day i was feeling hungry and i notice a sign advertising a truck stop comming up in a couple of miles. i started thinking about what the old man told me and even though i didn’t want to do that, i wanted money. so nervisly, i asked them to drop me off at that truck stop. when they drop me off, i found that i was at the “Flying J” truck stop in Winslow Arizona, and there were alot of truck’s there.
i was scared to ask but i was walking around just the same looking for a trucker that i felt comforable enough with to ask. but i found out that i wasn’t going to feel comforable with anyone. i never did that before and i still didn’t want to do it. finaly i saw these two good ole boy’s somewhere in thier early 40’s i would guess, walking out to thier truck. i proceeded to walk up to them and i said to the one walking behind the other one, “excuse me mister. can i speak to you alone for a minute”? he said, “sure”. i explained, “i haven’t eating in a day and i have no money for food. i was wondering, would you give me $20.00 if i sucked your dick?” he looked at his partner standing nearby and said to me, “how old are you boy?’ “16” i responded. he said, “do you swallow?” I said, “what do you mean?” he said, “i mean, if you suck my dick, are you going to swallow the cum that im going to squirt into your mouth?” i said, “i don’t know?” i never realy relized that there would be cum at the end of a dick sucking session. but oviously it made since that there would be.
he said, “if you want to suck my dick, your going to have to swallow my cum. thats how it works.” i said, “ok. i’ll swallow it.” he yelled at his friend to come over to us and then he said to me, “i tell you what boy, you suck my dick and swallow, then you suck his dick and swallow, and i’ll give you $10.00.”
“Ten Dollars! for both of you!” i said. he said, “thats all i’m going to give you. take or leave it boy.” before i could say anything, they started walking off. i probably should have let them keep walking, but instead i ran up to them and said, “ok! i’ll do it.”
they took me over to thier truck and the first guy hopped back into the sleeper and took his pants and underwear off exposing his large circumsized dick and tight round balls. he opened his legs and with a huge hard-on, he said, “come here boy! get between my legs and lick my balls.” i did what i was told and got between his legs and buried my face in his balls and began to lick and suck on them.
at first, i wasn’t sure what to think. but after a little while of doing that, it didn’t realy seem to bother me any. i licked and sucked on his balls for a bit when he told me to start sucking his cock. i grabbed his dick with my hand and he was hard as a rock. pre-cum was ozzing out of his dick hole and he told me to lick it up. when i did, it was sweet tasting. i liked it. i began to suck his cock and right away he said, “is this the first dick you’ve sucked?” I answered him with, “yes.” he then proceeded to tell me how he liked it done. after awhile, i began to get good at it and found myself enjoying it somewhat. i even had a hard on from the excitement of it.
about 30 minutes past and i was realy into sucking that cock. by that time, i found myself loving it and wanting to never stop. at that point, he held my head nice and tight and began to guide it up and down on his dick as i continued to suck. then he held my head tight in place and began to thrust his hips up and down pushing his dick in and out of my mouth faster and faster as he began to moan more and more as he moved closer to an orgasim. then without warning, he let out a loud yell and i felt a whole lot of hot liquid hitting the back of my throat and sliding down it as he continued the slide his cock deep in and out of my mouth.. i swallowed half of it before i even knew he came. as he kept pumping his cock in my mouth, i kept swallowing his cum. i thought it would taste like the pre-cum, but it didn’t. it was more salty than the pre-cum. but i loved the taste of it anyway, and the texter was great too. there was something about eating cum that was realy exciting for me. i sucked all the cum i could get out of his dick and wished i had more.
he got dressed and moved out into the cab and the other guy climbed in the sleeper and took his clothes off. i was in between his legs kissing and licking his balls when i relized that i loved being a dick sucker. having a man’s cock fucking my face and being able to bring it to an orgasim with just my mouth and tounge was the most exciting and turn on thing in my life. very erotic.
his dick was also nice and big with tight balls and he too was circumsized, but his cock was a bit fatter than his buddies dick, and i had to stretch my mouth open as far as i could stretch it open just to fit his cock inside. i began sucking that man’s dick with all the passion i had. i was addicted to sucking dick. i can’t remember how long i was sucking his cock before i heard his buddy fire up the truck and started driving off. he said to me, “you got a new job boy. from here on out, you suck dick whenever your told.” i just shook my head yes as i sucked off his buddy. i sucked his dick for a long time before he finaly came in my mouth. and when he did, he came so much that i choked on it trying to swallow it all.
he told me to continue to suck his dick until he came again. so for the next hour or so, i sucked his cock while his buddy drove and talked about me to someone on the C.B. radio. i didn’t care, all i wanted was to keep sucking dick until i ate his second load. sometime later that day, he pulled off at the “Dancing Eagle Casino” off I-40. when he parked, a native american indian man in his 20’s with long hair and wearing a cowboy hat walked up to the truck and gave the driver some money. the driver looked at me and said, “go with him and do what he says. he’ll bring you back to the truck when your done”. i figured i was off to suck his dick which i was up for anyway.
i got out and went with the indian man to a pick up truck. we got in and he drove me to some little house in the middle of nowhere. when we walked inside, the room was filled with smoke and the smell of booze and there were about 7 or 8 native american men in the room partying it up. as soon as i walked into the room, i was whistled at by a couple of them and then i was told to get down on my knee’s and open my mouth. i did as i was told and while one of them was shoving his cock in my mouth, i glanced over and noticed the C.B. radio on the table. it was clear that i was pimped off to these guys by the red neck truck drivers.
i have no idea how much time passed before i sucked them all off. but i had fun listening to them talk in thier native tounge as they took turns fucking my mouth. they all had nice dicks and i loved sucking them. but i was tired and i had an upset stomuch from all the cum i swallowed. i asked if he could take me back to the casino but nobody talked to me. they just acted like i wasn’t there. then i heard someone talking indian on the C.B. all of a sudden, i heard a car pull up and everybody walked outside. then this realy big muscle bound native american covered in tattoo’s walked in. he looked realy mean. i was a bit scared. he just looked at me as he began to take all his clothes off. i stood there watching until i saw his cock. it was huge, like a horses dick. i knew i couldn’t fit that into my mouth. i said, “i don’t think i can suck that. it’s to big.” he didn’t say anything. he just kept looking at me as he finished getting naked.
then he walked up to me and grabbed me by the throat, squeezed, and said, “take your fucking clothes off you little white bitch! and then bend over that table. i’m going to tear your asshole apart.” i totaly didn’t want to get butt-fucked. exspecialy by a house dick like his. but i knew he ment business. he had the look of death in his eye’s. i was realy scared because i knew i couldn’t say “no” to him. i froze up, but when he yelled, “NOW BITCH!” i took my clothes off in a hurry and bent over that table sticking my butt out at him.
he then got up behing me, spit on his hand and rubbed his cock with it and without sensativity, he shoved his huge cock all the way in my tight little butthole in one hard and fast thrust ripping my asshole open. i screamed at the top of my lungs as i felt the pain shoot through my anus as he stretched my butthole wide open. then he put his hand on the back of my neck and held me down as he began to fuck my asshole realy deep, fast, and hard. he was realy pounding my butthole as i cried and yelled. he realy seemed to enjoy the power of my pain because he kept fucking my butthole harder and harder the more i cried and yelled.
he fucked my asshole hard for a very long time as he just kept saying over and over, “you like that you little bitch?” after awhile, my asshole became numb. then he pulled out real quick and grabbed me by the hair and brought me down in front of him and shot cum all over my face. then he threw me back over the table and shoved his cock up my asshole again and fucked it hard and long for another half hour or so before he shot his second load up my ass.
when he was done, i had blood and cum running down my inner thigh and i couldn’t walk.the guy who brought me down there came and carried me to his truck and put me in the back and drove me back to the casino and gave me back to the truck drivers. it took me a week to heal but that didn’t stop them from having me suck dick. after that, i got fucked in the ass all the time and ended up liking it. i stayed with those guys sucking dick’s and getting my asshole fucked from truck stop to truck stop for about 6 months before a cop caught me and took me to jail where they shipped me back home. i never did get to see my girlfriend that i had started out to go see in the first place.
now i don’t mess around like that. i was hungry for it back then and pleasured alot of dick’s, but i’m realy lucky i never caught anything. i have a girlfriend now and i don’t do anal sex anymore, but i still like to go suck a dick or two whenever i can. i’m always going to be addicted to that. i love to suck dick.

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True Story

the Bus

There is one night of my life that I will NEVER forget. I had just broken up with my boyfriend because he had wrecked my car and was not willing to pay for any of it. I was riding the bus home to my apartment, and the bus was completely empty except this one guy, and the bus driver. I must have been crying because out of nowhere the guy comes over and says, “Why are you crying? What’s wrong?” “Nothing, nothing, I just broke up with a guy and I don’t know, I guess I feel kind of lonely,” I replied, “I probably look so horrible, oh gosh. You’re probably thinking, ‘hah look at this loser, damn she’s ugly’.” “Actually,” he said, “Women crying, I think, is just the sexiest thing in the world.” “Oh, bullshit.” Just then he started to move in closer. His lips touched mine once, and then twice, then his tongue slipped out of his mouth into mine. Surprisingly my tongue followed his and was caressing his mouth over and over again. “Whoa… whoa… whoa,” I said as I pulled back. “Oh what am I doing, damn I feel stupid, I’m mike.” “I’m Katie,” I said to him, utterly confused. He started kissing me again, my mind was trying to get away, but my body just clamped onto his and went with the flow. His lips traced down my neck and his hands unbuttoned my shirt. His lips quickly moved down onto my left tit. My shirt was taken off, and my bra was undone exposing my nipples. My nipples were so hard and cold; his mouth was like a fire to them. It felt so good for him to suck my nipple. He massaged my other tit so gently, yet so intensely. My pussy instantly got wet. I pulled up his head from my tit so I cold kiss him more. I reached my hand lower and lower on his body to feel his bulge. I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It must have been 8 or 9 inches. I slowly moved my hand up and down his large shaft and massaged the head. He moaned; I got wet. I moved my mouth from his and licked his cock. Then I engulfed his entire cock and sucked on it until I felt his cock spasm then fill my mouth with hot, white, salty cum. It suddenly occurred to me that we were on THE BUS!!.. What the fuck was I doing? God only knew what the bus driver was thinking. I put his resisting, hard penis back into his pants and zipped them up. “What are you doing?” mike questioned me. “My apartment is coming up in a few blocks.. We’ll continue then.”
When my block came I had the driver pull over and we both got off the bus. We made out going up the stairs and finally reached my door on the 3rd floor. I unlocked the door and we busted inside. We were like animals as we ripped off all of our clothes. Every time he would squeeze my tits, my pussy got wetter and wetter. I dragged him over to my couch and laid down. He followed me and spread my legs. He slowly pulled off my thong and put my legs over his shoulders. With one lick I almost had an orgasm. He massaged my clit with his strong tongue, then moved it down and entered my twat hole. He pushed it in and out, in and out, harder and harder. I screamed so loud, my toes curled, and I came. I reached over to the side table and grabbed a ribbed Trojan condom and rolled it onto his dick. The second it was on he pounded my pussy just like he did with his tongue, only this time it was more intense and I came within minutes. I screamed so loud when I had my orgasm he had to cover my mouth with his hand. After my orgasm he still pounded my box because he didn’t cum. His climax was building; I could feel his dick spasm. I couldn’t stop rocking my hips and rubbing my clit. We both came in unison. When he took his cock out of my pussy I rolled the condom off of his shaft and licked it clean…

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Reflections – Joanne, a dream

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— Room 431— [REM]
Phil is a master at BBQ’ and we all loved his annual feast; every August he and Margi indulged us.
This time round there were some extras. A few big wigs were in town; potential customers. A BIG-BIG deal was in the works… so these potential clients were brought to Phil’s BBQ…, a definite feather in Phil’ cap.
The meal was the usual, delicious. The booze flowed as usual… NO shortage of piss-tanks working for Brwoen-Grund Engineering and Development.
The number two man in Development is Joanne’ husband Lester. He is to be bumped up the ladder and take lead if this deal goes thru… Apparently it’s close. I was talked to but nothing more…
I guess I can take solace in being considered though. Truth be known I am happy for Lester, for one I have been thinking of leaving Brwoen-Grund… BUT, I digress.
There were three guys here from ‘B-F-H’ Corp. All of whom attended Phil’ BBQ…and all unaccompanied middle aged men.
It must have been about 11PM when things turned…from my perspective. By this time of night about half the people had gone home…the drunks stayed on.
There were people on the deck enjoying this beautiful summer night. The rest, six of us including me were inside… Margi was in the kitchen, which left Joanne with me and the other four-men in the living room… Margi returned to the living room. I was about to leave but she asked me to stay;
“There is going to be something special happening and you will like it”.
“What”? I asked… she just winked and left for more drinks.
I looked about; Lester was there, shit faced to be sure. One of the three special guests was there. I knew the other two had gone back to their hotel… Business they said. Phil, Margi and myself… Joanne was sitting in a chair quiet.
My mouth dropped when Jo got up, moved in front of this Big Wig from ‘B-F-H’ and undid his zipper. Dropping to her knees she pulled out his cock and began sucking on it.
I turned and walked out of the living room. This was Phil and Margi’s place and I couldn’t believe they would let this happen in their home. I joined the crowd gathered outside…There must have been 15 or 16 people on the deck.
I threw-back-a- fuckin-beer…, chug a lugged the hole fucking thing.
I was fuckin mad…I liked Joanne…always wanted to fuck Lester’s wife. That’s the kind of guy I am.
Lester’ wife is lovely woman and I had a thing for her.
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Joanne…I usually call her Jo;
Jo is in her early forty’s; she’ maybe 5’4”…somewhat heavy set, not unpleasant to look at…her legs are heavy with corresponding hips and ass. She wears her dark brown hair short, combed back on the sides.
Jo has ‘B’ tits for sure. I saw one of her bra’s one time when we were at their home, and being me I checked it out. BUT; other than some leg, nothing from Jo; she’s a conservative dresser and always acts the lady.
Her blue grey eyes are kind…even loving, if eyes can be described that way.
Other than her personality the thing, or should I say things I liked best about Jo are her ass and her front. Her pubic bone and stomach muscle protrude in such a way that any tight clothing she wears shows her dominate pubic bulge. I’ve only seen Jo in slacks once, and wow, does she have a nice box.
If that was all, fine, I would have left it at that. BUT Jo is a very beautiful human being and that intrigues me… I want to feel my cock in her…I want to make her cum…I want to dirty Jo. [I have a slutty rep and it’s well deserved]
So I had a thing for another man’s wife, who doesn’t. I had built this up in my mind though and when I saw Jo on her knees in front of this pot bellied fucker I got upset. My fantasy was broken. ………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
Eventually I got into a conversation with some of the people outside.
I guess it might have been a half hour or so when Margi came by asking me to come inside. By now almost everyone had left.
The aftermath;
Lester had to be poured into bed. Phil was in the process of closing up. That left a handful of people including Margi, Jo and myself. Jo wasn’t much better off that her husband Lester.
A hell of fucking way to get a contract I thought, I was pissed at Lester, and everyone else who had anything to do with my dream being smashed.
I heard Margi and turned;
“Bob, I need help with Joanne … I am going to put her in the bedroom downstairs…She deserves the best”.
Tis true. The downstairs bedroom was the best in-the house, the newest anyway. I’d spent a couple of nights in that room sleeping one off myself.
Phil had renovated a few years back. His basement Reno-was my first contract job in construction, helping old Phil as I called him. We hit if off pretty good and have been friends ever since.
I loved contracting and that is why I am considering leaving Brwoen-Grund.
Phil’s about 10 years older than his wife, Margi… Jeez, that is nothing considering both Margi and Jo are more than 20 years older than I. But I love fucking woman. It’s the quality of the woman that gives her – her worth, not her age, in my opinion.
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Joanne and my history;
About two years back I was feeling pretty good and acting the pig at the same time. As the night wore on I got horny, Jo was the object of my lust. I more or less ask her if I could fuck her. She slapped my face, and deservedly so…
She came to me about a half hour later and apologizes for hitting me, that’s the kind of woman she is… Ever since that apology I have had an intense desire to fuck her, orally, vaginally and anally…I even thought of raping her. She is something in my view.
I treated her with a hell of allot more respect after that but I was seducing her every time I had a chance. A contradiction, maybe; but I want her.
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Now, here I am helping her drunken soul to a room downstairs in the basement. Just me and a drunken woman… doh! Every fuckin man takes some advantage of that scenario.
“Can you handle her Bob”, Margi ask me.
“I think so”, I said.
“I’ll be down to check-on ya in a bit, gotta help Phil first”. Margi says, with a wink. “Oh Bob, leave some for me… I’ll be bringing my strap-on”.
With that she turned and left to help her husband.
I was stunned, and did not know whether she was serious, giving me a warning or the go ahead to fuck her long time friend. I didn’t know if any of the afore mentioned were true; I knew my dream or fantasy of getting to know more about Jo was going to happen in about five minutes.
Jo handled herself quite well for a woman that was in-the-bag. Better than I’d thought she would, or had hoped. But then again women usually do don’t they.
I lent her my hand whilst she traversed the stairs. After that she was more or less on her own. I followed at close quarters in case she fell.
Jo was wearing open toe-d heels, strap-less. I thought for sure she would take a tumble. NOPE. I can’t walk in those fuckin things sober; she did it pissed to the gills. ‘Chicks, they got some shit going’.
She made her way to the bedroom unceremoniously and entered, with me right behind her. I got a hard-on just watching her walk. She turned to shut the door and I walked right into the bedroom. Turning I closed the door.
Jo looked at me through her drunken haze and said something… I assumed NO. Had she said anything at all before tonight I would have left.
It was different now, and the tilt of her head told me she knew it. I had more of a right to fuck her after she given head to that pot bellied fucker than before when her reputation was flawless.
She stood there in that bedroom presenting her case and doing a damn fine job of it. Her slurring had miraculously disappeared. I stood there teetering on leaving when I decided that I would never have better chance.
I took one, two steps towards her. She’d taken a step back by the time I had my hands on hers; pulling her to me. She pushed back but I was not letting her go. She was drunk so her struggling wasn’t what it should have been.
I held her close to me hugging Jo for the first time; she was not one to give out hugs to people. Or maybe it was just me because I’d asked for a fuck. Whatever the case she felt very comfortable in my arms, a good fit. I let out a sigh, a moan…It just happened.
She looked at me without struggling;
“Why do you like me so much Bob”?
“Your a good woman Jo, sexy, loving…kind of hot…I love your ass”.
“But I am so much older than you Bobby”.
“A fine wine Jo…, tastes better with age”.
I had been holding her thru this conversation and getting quite used to it. She seemed resigned to being in my arms.
“Maybe vinegar Bob”…, A pause from Jo; then came a smile; “Gin tonight anyway”
With the hand I had on her upper back I moved the wide strap of her dress off her right shoulder, baring her from shoulder to neck. My mouth kissed her shoulder and lower neck before she had time to push the strap back-in-place.
She’ an older woman but her skin looked delicious and my lips danced across her as they tasted Jo’s body for the first time.
“Don’t Bobby, please”.
I spun Jo around; my right hand taking hold of her throat. My arm crossed her chest, mostly going between her tits, and holding her tight to me. Her wide soft ass pressing into me… God it felt good.
“You destroyed my fantasy tonight Jo”. I said, still bitter.
“I’m sorry”, she said…Offering no further explanation.
“I want compensation for my broken dreams”. I said being flippant. “The least you can do is let me feel you tits”.
“Don’t Bobby, please don’t”, she said.
My left arm slipped about her waist so my left hand could grab he right hip bone. Pulling her ass tight to me I pressured her throat forcing Jo up on her toes…lifting her ass higher. I ground my hard cock into that ass of hers, both of us fully dressed.
Jo never did a thing; Jo never said a thing. I rubbed my hard cock against her ass for half a minute, more or less.
—-the softness and the feeling of my cock rubbing in her crack…those cheeks felt fuckin fantastic.
“UGGH… Fuck you’re so hot I wanna rape you”. [Booze talking mostly]
Her hands grabbed my arm crossing her chest, pulling at it trying to free her throat. I humped her for a few seconds more then let her down. She gasped for air, but never said a thing.
My left hand moved the strap off her left shoulder; trying the same maneuver on that shoulder. Jo was too quick for me this time and had her dress strap back-up before I could kiss her.
Her right hand was trapped by my hug. But her left hand was free to interfere with my seduction of her.
Making room, I took Jo’ left arm forcing it behind her back. I placed her hand on my crotch, pressing it against my erection. I heard a sound come from her mouth, and it didn’t start out with, “Bob don’t”…
Jo’ fingers squeeze my erection.
I waited a few seconds as she felt my cock before slipping her dress strap off her shoulder again. This time there was no interference.
— Her dress had a semi -‘V’ style neckline so the dress sagged without the strap holding it in place.
Looking down I saw the upper swell of her breast. Her skin looked perfect from this angle. I liked what I saw… allot, mmmm!
— Forbidden fruit!
I heard a slight giggle and wondered if Jo was giggling over the feel of my cock or my delight at the sight of her breast. In either case I slipped a finger under her bra strap and moved it off her shoulder. Jo flinched at this move but nothing more…down the strap went. I pulled at it slightly moving the cup away from her breast.
—- AND there stood her nipple, erect and light brown in color, with a shadow of pink were it connected to her areola.
—- I looked at her nipple, studying it, loving its beauty. I was about to move my hand to it when Jo turned around. She spoke not at word but the expression on her face said it load and clear;
‘Undo your zipper for me please’?
—- I undid my zipper and watched her drop to her knees…taking my cock in her hand she toyed with it for a while, she played with it…staring at it as she did so.
—- I watched my cock disappear into her mouth…she sampled the tip…then more…
—-I watched her take the entire length of it into her mouth…working it in deep and out…licking the tip…the sides…touching my balls…
She got more and more excited…her head moving faster, her passion increasing.
Jo loves my young cock…her head bobbing…twisting…moving about…sucking my cock in every possible way she can in her loving mouth.
She pulls back and looks up at me… Her eyes filled with lust;
“Don’t go yet bobby, I don’t want to stop…God you taste good”.
I don’t know how I managed but I held on for a bit longer.
—- She could tell I was struggling. Jo looked at me with those beautiful lust filled eyes; my cock buried deep in that warm wet opening below her nose. She nodded and closed her eyes, sucking harder…caving her cheeks.
She moaned when I started to fill her mouth; lips sealing any gaps keeping all the white creamy liquid in.
My head tipped back… I fuckin spas-‘d … shaking all over…my thrusts were short jabs inside her mouth…her beautiful warm wet mouth. I held JO’s head tight …jerking as each shot of cum found her waiting mouth.
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… Room 431…
—- Bob awoke to the sound of the phone. Looking at phone the thru sleepy eyes Bob noticed the buttons labeled in French.
Ah…, Bouton-poussoir;
“Mr. Smythe, this is your morning wakeup call”, a recorded voice said.
Lying in bed he thought of how things change. As a younger man he never needed wake-up calls.
Bob knew he should get up and shower, 10AM was not that far off and he had important business matters to attend to this day.
—- Resting his head Bob thought about the dream he’d had, and was rudely awakened from by the phone…
JOANNE! The dream seemed so real.
One night they had, and yet he never ever forgot that bj…or her box for that matter.
His cock had never received such passionate attention before or since that night, and Bob had had allot of bj’s over the years.
AND Jo’ box…remembering how much he enjoyed eating her. Bob knew he’d made a big deal about Joanne and that added to the thrill. What a night it was to have a dream come true.
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Bob Smythe looked in the mirror at his reflection…, straightening his tie. Reflecting upon a time in his youth when few things made an impact on him. Bob had become a bit cold-hearted by the time he was 20 …, but that night with Jo was one that did impact him.
Bob smiled; she had slipped away in the night. For years Bob had thought it was so she wouldn’t be caught by her husband.
Bob maintained contact with Phi, Margi, Lester and Jo over the years. Even as his staggering wealth grew Bob never forgot his friends, any of them. It must have been over a decade later when Jo explained her motive for sneaking away in the night; highly flattering to himself it was.
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Bob finished checking out and walked over to the front entry of the hotel. He stood patiently waiting for his limo.
Joanne, he thought. His mind going back to a particular visit he’d had with her.
—- They’d been coffee-ing for over an hour. Bob an Jo had allot to catch up; it had been awhile since their last visit.
—- “Bobby, remember our special night “? Jo said.
—-“Yes Jo, of course I do”.
—-“Did you ever wonder why I snuck out on you during the night”?
—-“I presumed so you wouldn’t get caught by Lester”.
—-“Well that was a side benefit I suppose. No Bob the real reason was you”.
He remembered how she dragged it-out taking time to sip her coffee. She had fun with Bob Smythe that day he mused; that wicked smile gave that away.
She continued;
“I was a middle-age woman in love with a beautiful young man…, whose cock I’d just sucked, and loved sucking more than anything else I had done”.
She paused again, sipping her coffee…, and then smiled before continuing;
“NO Bobby”, she said…”I had been in love with you for a long time and I knew that if I stayed with you all night, as I wanted to do so desperately…in the morning all you would’ve had to do was ask me to go with you and I would have”.
She paused again but now there was a tear in her eyes;
“I never wanted anything so badly in my life Bob. And I suppose I was equally afraid you would not ask me to run away with you”.
Jo whipped her eyes;
—“That is why I left during the night. It took every ounce of strength I had Bob to leave that bed. I cried all the way upstairs’… It broke my heart to go Bobby”.
Another pause;
“There was many a night I lay awake in bed wishing you would have woken and pulled me back into that BED; so many times Bobby”.
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Bob stepped into the Limo and gave the driver instructions. AS the vehicle moved along the though-fare he thought about Joanne again;
—- After her revelation Bob recalled his reply;
“It’s been ten years Jo; I’m a different man now. [Pause]
In answering your un-asked question Jo…, you mean allot to me. Knowing how I felt about you at that time, when I was 20”.
[My turn to pause, not to tease her but to choose my words]
“Had I known how you felt about me Jo, I would have run off with you. Hell, I probably would have kidnapped you”.
Jo sat in her chair with tears in her eyes.
Jo was in her mid-fifties at the time of the visit. She had gained weight, not allot. Lester was past his fucking years so Jo was left alone sexually. [This I picked up from our conversation]
After some teasing I walked to her side of the table and dropped my drawers’. Her reaction was priceless; and so was the sucking. Ten years after and she could give good head.
Jo’ enthusiasm for sucking cocks is unmatched in my experience. I stood watching this woman whom meant so much to me work my cock with her mouth.
AS she tired I took her hand and hauled her off to bed. She was too embarrassed to have her top taken off, weight issues. BUT Jo’s pussy was exactly the same marvel it had been years earlier. I just had to fuck it.
After the excitement of penetration and her shyness…we slow fucked. This was only the second time in her life she was with a man other that her husband; even though it was the same man.
I encouraged her to go slow and get everything she could out of it. I intended to do the same. Our bodies worked together, moving to extract the most we could from one another.
I know she enjoyed herself. She told me afterward that it was the best sex she’d had since our last time together. I felt pretty good inside.
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Bob thought; Jo’ pussy was pretty-much the same as any other pussy’ he’d fucked over the years. The difference is that it was Jo’… in this way and this way only Bob could touch Jo most intimately. The way only her husband could, and no other man. He loved bringing her to a peak…feeling her body thrust beneath him…her gasps…her moans… and her OMG’s…but mostly HER loss of control.
AND yes, her pussy. Jo [Joanne] just felt like the perfect fuck. The way Jo moved her ass…such a strong need in her when they’d fucked.
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Bob smiled as he thought about Jo’ pussy. He couldn’t count the number of times he’d be fucking some woman and compared her pussy to Joanne’s.
THE limo stopped. Bob looked out and saw a middle aged woman walking. He liked the way she walked. Some women have that intriguing sway to their gait, most do not. He watched her as she walked and had a strong urge to fuck her.
‘With my money I could easily corrupt her Bob said to himself’.
He was feeling very evil today…all this Joanne stuff had opened a gate for a demon long caged in a dark recess of his mind.
Bob was just about to instruct the driver to turn so he could go on foot and approach that woman when his Blackberry chimed. ‘
Answering; “Hello Sally…, long time honey”.
“Too long I think. I’ll be there in 4 hours Bob”.
“I don’t need you for the meeting to Sally”.
“I know, it’s you I’m coming to see Bob. I’m in the mood for a spanking Robert”.
Bob laughed;
“I didn’t know you were into that Sally; kind of a daddy thing is it”?
“NO! More of a mother thing Bob… See you in four”…
Bob looked at his hand held device…, she’d disconnected; wtf…how the hell did she know. Her intuitiveness is uncanny to say the least he thought; downright frightening at times.
Bob spoke aloud without thinking;
‘Jesus, she must have a direct line to a higher up’.
Bob laughed quietly to himself; I will have to tell her that, she’ll get a charge out of it…
Sally… Bob though…it’s been months since I’ve seen her. Now there is a woman with an incomparable body; and her ass…my God Bob thought. She’ sheer perfection from head to toe. God I miss that woman.

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Molested by my cousin while asleep

I guess I should start off by saying this is all true, at least to the best of my memory and happened 31 years ago .This experience first happened when I was 12 years old. I’m married to a beautiful woman, have been for more than 20 years, with two grown children.
I had a cousin I will call Jim that was 3 years older than me. He and I didn’t get along very well back then and seemed to fight all the time. I always won the fights even though I was much smaller and younger than him, but he was always starting crap with me for some reason. I had to stay the weekend with him and my aunt and uncle for reasons unknown to me. We didn’t talk much the whole first day, just watched a lot of television. My aunt came in the living room and told us it was time for bed. Her bedroom was on the opposite end of the house from his. I was told I would have to sleep in his room witch totally pissed me off. I walk into his room and there is only his small bed and a chair. I asked him where the hell am I supposed to sleep in the chair. He says no the bed but, you have to sleep against the wall. I tell him whatever and strip down to my tightey whiteys and crawl into bed. He strips down to his underwear too and I can’t help but notice to bulge he has. It looked ridiculous like he had rolled up a tube sock and stuffed it into his underwear. I pretend not to notice and roll over facing the wall and try to fall asleep as fast as possible. I fell asleep pretty fast thank goodness.
Sometime during the night I was woken up. I was a little confused and didn’t move at first. I then realized he was pushing down on my chin with his thumb and forcing his huge dick in and out of my mouth. I would guess it to be7or 8inches and as big around as my wrist. It was way bigger than what I had. He removed his thumb and very slow and easy fucked my mouth. I was in total shock and didn’t know what to do, so I just let it happen for a couple of minutes. I couldn’t believe he was doing this to me but ,even more so I couldn’t believe I was enjoying it and had a hard on. He started to breath heavy and started moaning slightly. I panicked and rolled over and pretended to sleep. I guess nothing else happened that night.
The next morning we woke up, he just smiled at me and we went and ate breakfast. Nothing was said the rest of the day about it, but he treated me like I was his best friend. We ended up playing together the rest of the day till dinner. We went in ate then it was shower time. I went in first and showered. I had just turned the water off and he just barged in the bathroom. I asked him what the hell he was doing. He said it’s no big deal, he needed to hurry and shower so he could watch a t.v. show that started soon. He then stripped down. I was drying off and stepped out of the shower when he pulled his underwear off. I stared in shock. I couldn’t believe how big his dick was. Then I thought I can’t believe that thing fit in my mouth. He wasn’t even hard and it was 3 times the size of mine. I got dressed in a hurry not wanting him to see me get a hard on. He just smiled as he rushed past me to shower.
We watched some t.v until I got tired and said I was going to bed. He said yeah he was tired too. I stripped down to my underwear as he came into the room and stripped down. I crawled into bed, turned to face the wall and tried to fell asleep as fast as I could. All I could think about was how big his dick was and how he had put that monster into my mouth the night before. I finally fell asleep with a hard on but, not really understanding the feelings I was having. I was only 12 and had no sexual experience at all until this happened. Sometime during the night I was woken up but didn’t move. I was facing the wall and he was doing something to my butt. It took me a second to realize he was fingering me. It hurt at first but soon started feeling good. He just kept fingering me and moving his finger all around inside of me. I was really getting turned on. He would hit a spot inside me I would later learn was my prostrate. Every time he would touch that spot it made me feel like I was going to pee the bed. He started going faster and harder but, I never moved a muscle. I couldn’t believe it but, I was really starting to like what he was doing, then he stopped. I was disappointed until I felt him move in the bed getting closer to me. Then I felt something else moving around my butt. That’s when I got scared. He was trying to push that monster of his into me. He was able to line it up just right and the head of his dick started to push into me spreading my hole open and was really hurting. Thank goodness he didn’t know about lubing it up first because, it wouldn’t go in any further. If it would have gone all the way in it would have really messed my ass up. He tried for a couple of minutes pushing really hard then stopped. I must have made a sound or something because he whispered my name and asked if I was awake. I didn’t respond so he lightly grabbed my shoulder and rolled me over facing him then slid me down in the bed some. I didn’t understand why at first, but it didn’t take me long too. He pushed my chin down and slid that fence post into my mouth. It had a bitter tasted at first but wasn’t all that bad. He started going really slow and easy at first. As he was doing this I had started to lightly suck on it, then he got forceful, pushing more and more into my mouth until he made me gag. As soon as I gagged he froze but stupid me, didn’t realize he was going to stop so fast and I was still lightly sucking on it. This really turned him on and he started pushing again and moaning. I panicked and pulled my head back and his dick came out of my mouth.
He froze for a moment then asked if I was awake. I didn’t respond. Instead of putting it back in my mouth he started to jerk himself off. It was only a few seconds and he really started to moan and something spurted onto my chin and all over my chest. He froze for a second then carefully slid just the head back into my mouth. There was something running out of him and into my mouth. I wasn’t sure what it was but, it was warm and salty and I sort of liked it. After that he rolled over and went to sleep.
I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to clean whatever that was off of me. It was white and thick and there was a lot of it. I crawled back into bed and it was soaked with the stuff. I had to sleep in what I would later find out was his cum. We got up the next morning and acted like nothing happened and I got picked up by my grandparents, who I lived with due to some terrible circumstances that aren’t worth mentioning. Like I said neither of ever said a word about it. Around a year or so later he came to stay the night with me and my grandparents. As that year had passed I had figured out about masturbation and was a pro at getting myself off. We had two couches and choose to sleep on them so we could watch t.v in the living room. We eventually got tired and turned off the t.v. I waited for ever hoping he was going to try something again but he didn’t. I decided I was going to do something. I whispered his name and shook him but he didn’t respond. I pulled my underwear down and slid my dick in his mouth. I pumped his mouth until I was ready to come then pulled out. I came all over the carpet then smeared then remaining cum on his lips and then slid back into his mouth to let him get a taste of it. He never moved so I pulled his covers back and he had a hard on that was sticking out of the top of his underwear and only about half of it was showing . Hell he had more poking out of his underwear than I had total. It looked like it had grown more over the last year. I went to bed and the next day he went back home with nothing being said about it.
We didn’t talk or see each other except the once a year family reunions until 4 years later. By this time I had a steady girlfriend was getting laid sort of regular and had no thoughts about what we had done in the past. He calls me out of the blue and wants to know if I want to go see a movie with him. I say ok. We go see a movie and everything seems normal. After the movie he wants to know if I want to go hang out at his place. It was a small trailer but was nice enough. He had a porn collection and we started to watch some movies. I was getting really horny and all those thoughts about what we had done came crashing back to me. I decide I should get going because it’s late. He says sense it’s so late I should just stay the night. I had to be up fairly early the next day and I really didn’t think it was a good idea but said ok.
He says he’s tired so he’s going to shower. I say me first. I shower and then crawl into his bed with just my underwear on. I figure I should just try to fall asleep. I couldn’t .He goes and showers then comes into the room in just his underwear as I pretend to be asleep .I can’t help but notice the bulge again. It is massive. He crawls in bed and I thought went to sleep. I’m lying there thinking about the stuff we did in the past and can’t help myself. I whisper hey Jimmy, you a sleep? No answer so I shake him. He’s lying on his side facing me. I shake him again and say Jimmy you asleep? No answer so, I slid under the covers toward the middle of the bed. I get my face in line with his dick and softly touch it through his underwear with my hand. He has a massive hard on but doesn’t move. I can’t believe I’m doing this but, I pull his underwear down to his knees, I think with some help from him rising up but don’t care. I just can’t think about anything but touching his log of a dick. I slowly jack him then decide to taste it. I slowly slid my mouth over his dick and realize it has to have grown even more. As I’m straining to suck his monster I pull my underwear down and position myself into a 69. I slowly push my dick into his mouth and start slowly pumping my hips but, he isn’t sucking. I think he must be asleep. I suck him for a few more minutes until my jaw can’t take it anymore. Then I get an idea. I wonder sense I’m older now if his fence post will fit in my ass? I know about lube now so I go into the bathroom, get a dab of shampoo and smear in into and around my bunghole. I crawl back into bed get his dick good and wet with my mouth and turn around and back up to him. I grab his dick and start to back up to it. As it touches my hole I push back just a little and start to force it into my virgin ass. As soon as the head starts to spread me open he thrusts forward and buries himself into me balls deep. The pain is horrible and I can’t move. I feel like I’m going to pass out. Thank goodness he doesn’t move either. I thought he would eventually but he doesn’t. Maybe out of fear I don’t know. I start to slide my hips back and forth and the feeling is indescribable. The pain is going away but I still feel like I have an arm jammed in my ass. I can’t get into the position so I slide off of him and roll him onto his back and get on top facing away from him and start to ride the monster. I am going slow as not wake him I guess, even though I know he’s awake. Every time I go down the fence post stuffed so tightly in my ass you couldn’t possibly fit a hair in my ass he hits my prostrate and forces a drop off come out of me. I am loving it but, I wish he would wake up and pound me with that bat of his but, he doesn’t. I start to get really sore and decide to try something different. I get off of him and as I do he turns over onto his stomach with his ass sticking up. I grab a condom out of my wallet and put it on for lubrication. I’m trying to push my dick into him but it just isn’t working. Its slipping all around his hole and bending but won’t go in. He was trying to help me by pushing so hard he farted. I laughed and kept pushing. I guess from all the pushing and sliding in the rubber I ended up cumming without ever getting in and turned over.
The next morning was awkward and I wanted to just come out and ask him if he wanted to try it all again while we were both awake but chickened out. I just got dressed, sore ass and all and went home.
We didn’t have much contact at all until I was 42. We both had gotten married and have kids. He divorced and gets his kids on the weekends. I raised mine and they are in college and out of the house. I only thought about those times on very rare occasions and never did anything like it sense then. Then one day out of the blue he calls me to see if I can help fix something at his house. I get the directions and head over. I didn’t think much about it all until we were squatting down in his yard and I see the outline of his dick going down his leg in is shorts. Then it all came flooding back. I asked him if he remembered those nights and he denied it all. I was upset and called him when I got home. He admitted to remembering some stuff but won’t admit he started it all. All he remembers is waking up with his underwear pulled down in his trailer.
We have talked about it a couple of times and I finally got the nerve to ask him if he would like to try it again. All he says is not at this time. I play it over and over in my head how it would feel to have him screw my brains out with that baseball bat of a dick but he won’t have anything to do with me now. I don’t consider myself gay and would never do anything like that with someone else. Why can’t I get these thoughts out of my head and why won’t he accept the chance for a free piece of almost virgin ass? He is the only person to ever put his dick in me and the only other dick I have sucked. He asked why I would want to do that being married to such a beautiful woman with so much to lose if we were to get caught. I can’t really answer that other than the fact that I would like to try it sense we are older, more experienced, we never really finished what he started and I can’t get the thought out of my head of that huge cock pounding my ass. I even told him I couldn’t see myself being a cock sucker but, I would suck him off. What the Hell Is Wrong With Me? Why won’t he do this? I told him it may be a one shot deal as I may not like it but, I don’t think that is true. Do I need help ?

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Earning an Allowance

Over the next few weeks the idea grew, a seedling taking root and prospering in my mind. Would my father be willing to increase my allowance if I screwed him?

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Catfish -Chapter 3-

Ella spent almost every day for the next few weeks talking to Ben. They told each other everything about themselves and were dangerously close to becoming more than friends.
Eventually, having to get on the computer to talk to each other was too much of a hassle, and they were both spending way too much time hiding in their rooms.
Ella’s mom had gotten her a cell phone with an unlimited texting plan, and Ella assumed she’d never use it. But when Ben asked for her phone number so they could text each other, she realized it was a very good present from her mom.
After this, they just began talking more.
Ben was 19 as well, but he was in his sophomore year of college at the University of Illinois. He had lived in Illinois with his family his whole life. He had two sisters, and he had a brother, but he died the year before. Ben would hardly talk to anyone about losing his brother, but talking to Ella about it made him feel better. She was the only person who didn’t make him feel ridiculous for still being sad.
Ben was majoring in psychology; he wanted to be a psychiatrist. Ella often talked to him about her relationship with her mother. She still wasn’t sure how much she wanted Jenna in her life, even though she was putting herself in a pretty permanent position.
Ella couldn’t convince herself to forgive her mom. What she had done to Ella wasn’t fair. She lost most of her life as a kid, and had to grow up way too fast.
Although Ella was very grateful for her mom sending her to college, and buying her a phone, and providing her and Abby with a house that Ella didn’t have to constantly be working to pay off, she was still hesitant about her.
What if she decided to leave a week before Ella was supposed to leave for college? What if she changed her mind and decided not to spend thousands of dollars on Ella’s education?
With Jenna, Ella never knew what to expect. She didn’t expect to come home one day three years ago to a note saying that Jenna was just gone. She didn’t expect her to show up randomly like she did a few months before. Ella most definitely didn’t expect that her mother applied her to the college of her dreams, and the offered to pay for her four years there.
So far, Jenna hadn’t done anything to make Ella doubt her. She was keeping up with the bills, all on her own. She was going to work every day, and cooking dinner every night. She took care of Abby, and she did everything a mother was supposed to. She and Jimmy were trying to make this the perfect family, and they were doing a pretty good job. But Ella was just scared that something could go wrong, or just change suddenly.
Talking to Ben about this helped; he made her see that Jenna was really making an effort, and Ella should try to meet her halfway. It was obvious that he was right, but Ella was still hesitant. She was doing as best as she could, she just needed time.
It was July 5th. Ella was counting down the days until she left for college; 52 more days. She and Ben were getting more and more serious. That day, July 5th, something changed.
Ella couldn’t deny that she had feelings for Ben. But she didn’t know what to do about those feelings. Ben didn’t know who she really was. He didn’t know that she was a year younger than she had said. He didn’t know that she didn’t live in Florida. He didn’t know that she didn’t go to school there, and that she hadn’t even started college yet.
Sometimes, she considered just cutting off all ties from him. She had almost done it a few times; she could just delete his phone number and change hers. It would be that simple.
But for some reason, she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She knew that she owed him more than that, and she didn’t think she would be okay without talking to him every day.
Before Ella could do anything about it, Ben took the matter of their relationship into his own hands. It came out of nowhere and Ella was not expecting it at all. They were talking about something completely irrelevant when he said it.
Ben: I have to tell you something.
Ella’s stomach clenched. The first thing she thought was that he knew. He knew she lied and he hated her. She tried to brace herself for him saying this.
Ella: Okay… what is it?
Ben: I like you…
Ella let out a deep breath as she read this. He didn’t know… and he liked her? What was she supposed to do now? Could she date him? If it didn’t go anywhere, it would save her the humiliation of telling him the truth, even though he deserved it. But what if it did go somewhere? He would eventually want more from her, and she wouldn’t be able to give it to him. She couldn’t give him a picture of herself. She wouldn’t be able to talk on the phone to him, or Skype him, or ever meet him face to face. But it would be really hard to tell him that she didn’t like him, even though she did.
Ella: I like you, too…
She didn’t know if this was the best thing to do, but she couldn’t deny that her feelings for him were too strong to let him slip through her hands.
After this, their relationship changed. They weren’t exactly dating, but the way they talked to each other was different, almost like they were dating. But eventually, Ella realized she was right, and that Ben would want more.
There was now only 24 days until she left for college, it was August 3rd. Ben was starting to get curious, and Ella could tell that they didn’t have much time left together. She had decided that she was going to tell him the truth. She didn’t know when, and she didn’t know what she would say; only that she had to do it. She owed to him to be honest, even though she knew that that would be the end of them.
She wasn’t planning on doing it then, but one day, the guilt got to be too much for her. Ella was almost in tears just thinking about what she was doing to him. She was leading him on, and making him believe that they were going somewhere, when he didn’t even know the basic things about her. She told him that she had to tell him something, and that she was really scared to say it. He got really worried and had to practically beg her to say it. He had no idea what it would be, and she was acting really strange.
Ella: I hate that I have to tell you this. I wish I had never done it, but I did, and now I have to deal with it. I lied. I lied about where I live, how old I am, and what I look like. I never thought that our relationship was going anywhere, and I thought my life was so boring that I just made stuff up. But now the problem is that I’m falling in love with you. I know I’ve led you on, and lied to you about such stupid things. And I know that you most likely won’t want to speak to me after this, but I just thought I owed you the truth so that you can just forget about me and move on.
For the next few hours, they argued back and forth about this. It turned out that Ben had lied too, but only about his age. He wasn’t in his sophomore year of college; he was actually just about to start college, just like Ella. But that was all he lied about; everything else was the truth.
Ella told him the absolute truth about everything. She didn’t leave anything out.
He was really angry at first, but he eventually calmed down. He told her that he was really upset that she didn’t trust him enough to say who she really was. And her saying that she didn’t think their relationship was going anywhere is what hurt him the most.
After a while, he told her that he could forgive her if she promised to never lie to him again. Ella was so happy, she was in tears. She couldn’t believe that they were okay; he still wanted her. She was so sure that this was the end, and she was going to lose him forever. He told her the reason why he forgave her was because he had lied too, so it wasn’t fair if she forgave him, but he didn’t forgive her.
And also, because he was falling in love with her too.
So, their relationship changed, yet again. They were closer than before, because now they weren’t constantly feeling bad about lying to the other.
Now that Ella actually saw them being together as a real possibility, she wanted more. She wanted to talk on the phone, and Skype but she wanted nothing more than to see him face to face.
On August 16th, when there were only 11 days left, Ella realized something. She had gotten so caught up in making up with him that she didn’t bother sending him a picture of what she really looked like. She was very nervous; Ella didn’t understand how beautiful she was. She thought that if she wasn’t blonde and a cheerleader, boys wouldn’t like her.
When she sent it, she had tons of butterflies in her tummy, and she was terrified that Ben wouldn’t think she was pretty.
She was wrong.
When Ben saw her picture, he couldn’t believe how beautiful she was, and that she would want to hide it by pretending she was blonde. He had never particularly liked blondes, but hadn’t ever thought a redhead could be so gorgeous.
He sent her a picture of himself, too. He was very nervous sending it, even though he knew he was a good-looking guy,
Ella was surprised by how he responded to her picture; telling her that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She was even more surprised by his picture. She knew he had dark hair, but that was pretty much all she knew about his looks.
His picture showed just from his shoulders up, which Ella was thankful for. It’s not that she didn’t appreciate a guy with a nice body, just that it was annoying when the only picture a guy would take was one where they were standing in front of the mirror with their shirt off, scowling.
In his picture, he wasn’t smiling, but looking off into the distance, like he didn’t even know someone was taking a picture of him. He had dark brown hair that was somewhat long and curly. His skin was tanned, and he wore a light blue shirt, which just made it look tanner. She could see a necklace around his neck; a dog tag. Ella remembered him telling her about that, the one he and his brother had matching ones of, and after his brother died, he rarely took it off.
The thing that stood out most to Ella in the picture was his eyes. They were a deep green color, similar to hers. But against framed by his dark skin and hair, they stood out so brightly, and Ella could hardly look away from them.
Ella considered this a milestone, and she was happy to pass it. The next one was talking to him on the phone, which wasn’t nearly as scary as she expected it would be when it happened.
They were talking one day, just like normal, when Ella decided to take the next step.
Ella: I wish I could hear your voice…
She said this, hoping that he would catch on and feel the same way. He did.
Ben: Why can’t you?
Ella didn’t know what to say, but a few minutes later, her phone was ringing. She hesitantly answered it, but let out a deep, relieved breath when she heard, “Hi, beautiful.”
His voice was deep, and she found it extremely sexy. She hoped her own voice didn’t shake too much as they spoke.
After they hung up, she checked that off of her imaginary milestone checklist as well.
Another time, when they were talking, Ben did another thing that she wasn’t expecting.
“I wish I could kiss you…” He said, and she bit her lip. Just the thought made her tummy flutter.
“So do I… I can’t wait until you can,” She replied.
“Mm, me too. I can’t wait to feel your soft lips against mine as I hold you close against my body…” Ella was close to tears. She didn’t want to wait. She could hardly stand the anticipation.
“Yeah…” She said, hearing her voice break just slightly as she spoke. She hoped he didn’t hear it, but he did.
“Ella? What’s wrong? What did I say?”
“Nothing… It’s just that I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to see you, and kiss you and hug you. I want to hold your hand. I just want you to be mine.” She tried to steady her voice, not wanting him to hear her cry.
“Ella, I’m already yours. There’s no one that can make me feel the way you do. I want to see you too, and I’m so sorry it makes you sad that I can’t be there right now.”
Ella took a deep breath. “I’m yours, too Ben. I love you…”
“I love you, too Ella.”

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True Story

My submissive Ex

This is a true story and in order to secure privacy of all parties, no names will be shown.
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Three years ago in 2014, I was in a relationship with my first girlfriend. Since it was long distance, there wasn’t much physical contact until we actually met in Octobre of the same year. Though we had alot of „sexual moments“ while chatting over Skype, it couldn’t prepare me for what would happen when we actually came together. Pun intended.

Fantasm

An Indecent Execution

A medieval girl criminal who still has terrifying nightmares after seeing her mother burnt alive six years earlier unwittingly submits herself to a far more terrible fate.

True Story

ruomei _revised

I would hate for you think any of my story is fiction, certain names and locations have been altered to protect the innocent, and not so very innocent.
I should tell you that all my life, being a daughter of Chinese immigrants, I have been described as doll like. I am short by western standards, just under five feet tall and barely a hundred pounds. Until last week when I got my hair cut, it was so long that I could easily sit on it. But really I am not some pathetic geisha stereo typed waif; I am a healthy little apple-cheeked young woman. I have always been an outgoing dominant personality, and more often than not, disciplined for it.
I just turned twenty, I live in Toronto and sometimes Vancouver, my family for the most part tries to keep me under their control, I even married someone they choose who is almost twice my age and came here from China the same time as we did. He is a quiet man, and has secret bi-sexual inclinations, so we are mostly just friends, with mild passing romantic interest in each other.
The story of my life is very sexual and sometimes shocking, now I am free to do whatever I want as long as I do it discreetly. If I told you my last name you would know who I was, my father is a self-made man, and I spent a major part of my formative years under investigation by various jealous law agents. Who if and when they got a cut of the action, would say nothing. For the most part however, every one was silent and no one ever dared crossed my daddy.
I am the youngest, and the only girl out of four children, born when the youngest brother had just turned ten. So needless to say, a pack of aggressive older brothers kept me safe and taught me to me be very cunning with the male species.
My first sexual experience was late one summer afternoon at my brother’s twentieth birthday party, a lot of people were drifting through our large house witch sits on sprawling property in the Toronto area of North York. I was high from sugar and several stolen glasses of champagne.
I remember being dizzy and my cheeks were bright red. I saw some people making out in the garden. They were my brother and some girl. I was on the other side of a large vine covered fence and couldn’t see the other person’s face, but I saw his hand slide up to her upper thigh, he had her pushed against a wall, talking to her, sweet and forceful. When he did, she giggled. I remember being shocked to see my brother’s penis in her hand, hard with a purple head. I am pretty sure this was the first penis I ever saw, I was very innocent and sheltered those days.
Startled by some one coming down a path I ran inside the house, and suddenly became sick on the kitchen floor. My father spanked me as the maid cleaned up the mess. Actually I enjoyed his hand on my bare bottom.
In the next few years I discovered masturbation, and became quite the pervert. If my friends were doing it also, nobody ever mentioned it. Soon it was all about malls, clothes and talking about boys, a subject I was never allowed to talk about around the house.
Nothing was out of limits for my quest for satisfaction, the whirlpool hot tub and its jet streams shooting into my crotch, brought me to my first, honest to god, seeing stars orgasm. I remember even riding the arm of a chair, the friction bringing my clit to stiffen, then the wonderful wetness in my panties. Had I been on my own, I believe I could have been a really good slut.
My mother thought I was getting my period a little too young, when she found some blood on my panties while doing the wash. I was taken to our family doctor at one point. My mother was in the room with me, holding my hand. My feet were up in the metal stirrups. The kind old doctor, who delivered me, smiled at me and said in English, only for my sake,mother never really learned english… that I should take it easier on my body in the future.
Interestingly and dangerously enough I lost my virginity in my father’s office, I went in late one night to find my future husband, who had been celebrating his 34th birthday with my father and brothers earlier. He had decided to sleep in the quietest room of the house, as the party raged downstairs.
I had heard my brothers in moments of anger call him a fag or a pansy. Macho posturing I thought mostly, cause he never had lack of female admirers, was well groomed, and was well spoken about art and fashion. He had the terrible luck of being born into a family with a history of a violent business.
He moaned when I turned on the overhead light, I quickly turned it off and switched on the desk lamp.
“Where’s your dad?” he asked.
“Oh, somewhere with the boys down in the basement playing mah jong,” I said sitting down at his feet on the soft brown leather couch.
“Why are you not in bed yet?” he scolded me.
“Oh, no school tomorrow.” I said as I slipped his shoes off.
“Let me sleep I feel ill.”
“Dad would kill you if he saw you with these shoes on his couch.”
He laughed. “If your father was in here the least of our problems would be my shoes.”
“Why?” I asked, playing coy.
“Well you are barely wearing anything, and … honestly that’s enough to get me killed.”
I was in a short black chemise that I use to wear as a night gown in those days, red satin and very short.
“Don’t be so pathetic.” I got up and locked the door then knelt at his feet at the foot of the couch.
“Daddy loses the keys and locks himself out of here all the time, cause of the safe he has to wait for the locksmith to come and open the door in morning.”
He smiled at me.
“And,” I added undoing the buttons of my gown, “If you are really nervous there is a roof below the window that is a little jump that goes to the garden.”
I put my hand on his lower leg, and slid it up his pant leg.
“Mei, what are you doing?” he stuttered slightly.
“Well what does it look like I am doing?” I asked as I let my gown fall open, my nipples were rock hard, on my almost non-existent “b” cupped breasts. Despite his protests, I straddled him and could feel his cock growing hard through his pants.
“Put your hands on me.” I ordered and he began groping my breasts rough in big hands full, pulling at the nipples.
“Not so rough.” I complained, getting annoyed, “Can I ask you something?”
“What?” he groaned, as my little ass cheeks flexed on his growing erection.
“Are you a fag like they say?”
“Huh? Who told you that?” he asked, his eyes wide.
“I’ve heard people say it. Uuhm, mmmm,” I said as he began to poke a finger under the edge of my panties, into my pussy spreading my lips apart.
As he is feeling her up, I believe he would ask if he is acting like a fag, not if he looked like one. Rock Hudson didn’t look like one either.
“Do I act like a fag?” he asked massaging my clit.
“I wouldn’t know, I don’t know what they act like,” I said, my head spinning from his touch.
“Well,” he laughed, “have you seen your brother? Now he acts like a fag.”
“You fucked my brother?” I laughed “which one?”
“Never mind that, I think it turns you on. I feel how wet your pussy is. God its so pink and tight Mei. Are you serious? You really want to fool around with me? Do you want me to fuck you?”
“I have known you my entire life,” I said, “and I want to know what its like to make love with someone who won’t try to own me afterwards.”
I unzipped his fly and his cock lurched, actually really puny. but nice androck hard.
“I know that it isn’t very big, but i know how to make you not care.”
I giggled nervously as he sat me down on the sofa and spread my legs, moving his face to my pussy lips. I almost lost it as he began eating me out.
“Did you shave it?” he asked surprised by my neat and hairless pussy.
“I do. For swim class. Hey do me a favor?” I asked.
“Yeah? What? Anything. Do you want me to stop?” he said still licking my clit.
“Fuck me now.” I ordered.
The party was in full swing downstairs, the traditional music, vibrated the walls, no noise complaints were a concern, and no one would dare to call the cops on our family.
So no one would of heard me cry out, “bite me.”
As he turned me over on my fathers prized couch, he entered me doggie style, a slight tear in my eye, then the hot sensation of his cock being inside me, my pussy wetting it, so he could slide in and out, one hand on my hip, the other on my clit.
I was whimpering in pleasure but he took the time to ask if I was still enjoying myself, he took my nod as a signal to fuck me harder and faster.
He did a funny thing then, while still buried deep inside me; he took hold of my hair and wrapped it around his hand like a horse’s reign.
“A little pain feels good Mei,” he said as he pumped, “see it makes you tighter. Not that you aren’t all ready, almost to tight… God your pussy is so tight.”
“Shut up and fuck me harder,” I ordered grinding back on him.
“Okay! If that’s how you want to do this.” he laughed, and jerked my head back by the hair, he was fucking me so hard the couch was banging the wall, his balls were slapping against my ass.
There was a knock at door; a jiggle of the knob then, the sound of several steps down the hall.
“Ooh yes, that’s it, fuck,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Your so tight mei, it almost hurts.”
As he began to squirt, I felt his come inside me.
We were holding each other, and he reached into his pants pockets. In there was a thick wad of cash a cell phone and he showed me he had a small handgun.
“Now please, whatever you do don’t tell anyone,” he said sternly.
I got up and walked to a small cabinet and slid the fake wood panel to show him a video monitor that at that moment displayed him naked on my father’s perfect leather couch.
“Shiiit.” he sighed.
“Yes.” I smiled “we video taped that entire thing, daddy has that in his office in case he wants to record his business, ahem, meetings, you won’t ever shoot me with that gun, my brother’s would cut your balls off and feed ‘em to you.”
“Mei, I have a lot to loose. And I don’t mean nothing by it.”
The years of our marriage, he became my bitch, doing whatever I wanted, though I secretly think he saw one or two of my brothers on the side, which continues until this day.
A lot of people see my life and think I am lucky and charmed, or that I am a poor soul trapped in a violent life of guns and crime, I am who you see, and I make no excuses for it. Thank you for listening.

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Sissy’s Punishment Part 2 – After my shower

Sissy’s Punishment Part 2
After the Shower
The water felt good as it sprayed over my body. I made sure that my cock is clean and ready for the next assault. I left the shower and dried myself off. As I walk into my bedroom, and see Sissy standing there still spread eagled against the end of the bed, I smile to myself.
I walk over and now I see the mixture of urine, water and semen running down the inside of her legs. The tray has a combination of these liquids, all pooling together. I can still see that Sissy is still clenching her cheeks to keep what’s left of the ice in her arse. I remove the vibrator and stand away and whisper that she can release the ice from her arse. I see what remains of the ice, a long thin sliver of what was 4 inches long and half an inch in diameter.
I look to Sissy’s front and remove the clamp from her right tit and place it on her left. I removed the butterfly vibrator and clamp from Sissy’s pussy and admire my handiwork at removing her pubic hair. I let my fingers run over her pubic region and pussy slit, stopping long enough to trace the edge of her lips. I hear Sissy moan through her gag at my touch. I whisper in Sissy’s ear, “You’ve been a good girl so now a shower and a little relaxation.”
I get a metal tray and stand, placing it next to me and whisper to Sissy that I am removing her restraints and any sudden move will mean pain and further restraints. Before I release her I jab a needle into her left arse cheek, just enough to make her jump. After she settled down, I cut the left hand’s nylon with scissors, which I place back onto the tray. Then taking handcuffs, I place them on Sissy’s wrist.
Using the scissors again, I cut the other binding and return the scissors to the metal tray. I take Sissy’s other wrist and handcuff her to the first wrist. Sissy doesn’t give much resistance, as her arms are limp to handle. I believe that the time being spread eagled has worn Sissy out. So, I whisper to Sissy to keep standing and not to fall, or further punishment would befall her. I attach the collar and leash to Sissy’s throat and tell her she’s my bitch now and she must obey me at all costs. So I cut the ankle bindings and on standing, took her leash, leading Sissy to the en suit.
The en suit has a large shower recess, big enough for two people to fuck in. There are two shower heads in the stall, one at each end. One head is fixed and the other is attached to a long flexible shower hose. The shower stall also has a metal bar crossing the middle of the stall, which is built into the wall, so it can’t be pulled down by any means. In the centre of the bar is a locking hook, which I lift Sissy’s arm up to, above her head, and attached the handcuff chain too.
I check the blind fold and gag, to make sure that they are still in place. Aiming the fixed shower head, I turn it on and keeping it aimed towards Sissy’s head and chest. She doesn’t resist and accepts the warm water over her body. I now turn the flexible shower hose full on. It has a thin needle jet stream and a trigger release on it. I manoeuvre it and aim it at her arse. I pull back on the trigger and a needle blast of cold water hits Sissy’s arse. She jumps at the blast and groans. I take hold of her waist and again blast her arse. This time she can’t move forward or jump around. I turn Sissy around so the fixed shower is now on her back. Sissy starts to realise what is about to happen, when I blast her pussy with the cold water needle spray.
I lean in to Sissy and I take her right nipple into my mouth and suck and chew on it. Sissy moans and this encourages me further. I begin to suck more when I shoot a blast of cold water at Sissy’s pussy. I keep this up several times, when I remove the clamp from her left nipple and transfer it to her right one. Then I start to suck and chew on this nipple. At the time Sissy is trying to move away from the next blast of cold water, which is not coming. I lift my mouth to her ear and whisper how good it is to eat bitch meat, and Sissy struggles at that.
I leave the shower to retrieve the enema equipment, we leave in our en suite cupboards. I fill the bag one third with warm water and a touch of liquid soap and then walk back into the shower stall. I hooked the bag up onto the locking hook, allowing the enema hose to drop down just past Sissy’s arse. I whisper again to Sissy that I will shove the enema hose into her bum and instruct her that she’s to hold the water and not to release it until I say to. I shove the hose up past her sphincter and turn the valve on at the bag. I watch as the water runs down the tube and into her arse. Now Sissy is clenching her arse, making sure that she doesn’t allow any water to leave her bowels. I smile at her discomfort. Now I pick up the flexible shower hose and fire a shot of cold water at her pussy.
Sissy jumps at the blast and some of the water escapes her arse. I slap hard at Sissy’s tit, without the clamp. Sissy groans at the swat and lets more fluid escapes her bowels. So, I slap her tit again and again. Now Sissy realises that she must hold the water, so no fluid may escape. I send another blast of cold water at her pussy, but Sissy holds the fluid in her bowels tightly. Sissy is learning.
I take the clap from Sissy’s right tit and place it on one lip of Sissy’s pussy. But still Sissy holds the water in her bowels. I lower my mouth to one tit and chew and suck on her nipple, then I attack the other, chewing, pulling and sucking her nipple. Tania and Sissy are very much alike except for age. Their tits and nipples point hard making it easy to pull and chew on. I change from one nipple to the other and then change back to the first. I then check on the enema bag and see that it’s nearly empty. I check on Sissy’s arse and see that she is still clenching her cheeks tightly.
I’m tempted to suck on her arse, but decide that I like to fuck first. So, I remove the enema hose and take down the enema bag placing it into the sink beside the shower. I whisper to Sissy that she can expel the water from her bowels. With what appears to be a sigh, Sissy unclenches her arse cheeks and the water flows quickly from her bowels. I watch as shit and my seed flow with the water down her legs and mix with the water from the shower and down the drain. I pick up the flexible shower hose and blast away anything that sticks to Sissy’s skin or sits on the floor of the shower recess. I blast her arse with cold water and wash her down until I’m happy with my work.
I remove the clamp from Sissy’s pussy lip and place it on the soap dish. My cock has been hard ever since we started my water games and again I want relief. I grab Sissy’s hip and lift them up. As I lift her hips, the legs separate and I force my way into Sissy. She’s tight and wet. She’s liked our games very much because she’s well lubricated for me. I just force myself straight up, as far as I can ram my cock. Sissy moans through her gag and I like it. I keep ramming my cock into her wet pussy. My cock and her cunt make wet sloppy noises and even the occasional pussy fart. I keep ramming her until she clamps down and orgasms. Her cunt begins to milk my cock, making it hard for me to ram her. But then I push through her orgasm and I shoot my load deep into her belly.
I keep my cock in Sissy until it deflates and falls out by itself. I smile all over again, she’s is starting to learn to be my bitch. I pick up the shower hose again and spray her pussy even to send cold water up her love tunnel. I turn around and turn off the flexible shower hose and then the fixed one. I whisper to Sissy that she’s been a good girl and now I’m going to relax.
I take Sissy down and lead her out of the stall and proceed to dry her off with a towel. I whisper to Sissy that I will take her blind fold off and not to turn around, because punishment will follow. I slap both tits again to remind her. I reach into the cupboard next to use and retrieve a dry blind fold. We keep several for when I train Tania. Then I release Sissy’s blind fold and towel her hair until its dry, as best I could. I take the fresh blind fold and place it back onto Sissy’s head. Never once does Sissy turn her head or make a fuss.
Standing behind Sissy, I whisper to her again, “Are you my my bitch?” Sissy nods, but I think she’s answering to quick, just as her sister did, when I trained her. I start to fondle Sissy’s tits and nipples and push myself into her back. Sissy just stands there and takes my probing. If I thought she was my bitch then I believe she would’ve pushed back to my advance.
I lead Sissy back into my bedroom and turn her to face me. I whisper to her again that I will tie her off to the eyelets and not to cause a problem. Sissy nods at my instructions and waits. I lay Sissy on the bed while I remove and clean the tray that she will stand in. After I place the tray back, I pick up Sissy off the bed and lead her to the tray. I tie off her ankles and then I tie her waist to the middle eyelets. I unlock the handcuffs and then tie off each wrist to each eyelet. Sissy is once more standing spread eagled at the end of the bed.
I retrieve the small clamps and place one onto each of pussy lips. I then take another 2 and place one on each nipple. I look at the time and see that I should make something for dinner. So I go down to the kitchen and make some sandwiches. I also get 2 cans of soft drink and a straw for Sissy. Tania had stocked the fridge well.
I return to my bedroom and see that Sissy is still standing in the position I left her. I once again get the stand and tray and place it next to Sissy. I whisper to her if she’s hungry and Sissy nods. I now tell her that I will release the gag, but anything she does will cause her to miss dinner altogether. Sissy again nods. I take the pussy clamps away and then release the gag, allowing me to feed Sissy with the sandwiches I made and give her the soft drink that I brought.
After she finishes I tell her to open her mouth again which she does. I place the gag back into her mouth and tell her how good she is. I have my dinner and lay down on my bed watching Sissy’s arse and thinking of my next way to teach her. I get up once more and pick up two french vibrators, those ones with nubs on the exterior of the vibrator. The vibrators are about 4 inches long and half an inch across. I slap Sissy across her arse cheeks several times, just so she won’t be ready for what’s next. I grasp one vibrator and shove it past her sphincter. Sissy’s head falls back and she groans once more. I turn the vibrator on and tell Sissy to keep the vibrator in her arse.
Now I can see that Sissy is clenching and moving her arse to the rhyme of the vibrator. As I watch I pick up the second vibrator and wait until she moves her hips forward, when I shove it into her pussy as far as it can go. I take a clamp and grab her pussy lips, clamping them together. Now Sissy is really jumping around. So, I grab a little contraption of mine. It houses four 9 volt batteries, connected together and a length of string that fashioned into a loop, so I can hang the batteries around anyone’s neck. At each end is a loose wire, one has a clamp attached, the other end is just exposed wires. I hang the batteries around Sissy’s neck and then attached the clamp to her right nipple. Now I flick the exposed wire against the nipple and Sissy arches her back.
I flick her nipple several times with the exposed wire and watch Sissy arch her back on each occasion. On the last time as I touch her nipple with the exposed wire, she stiffens her body and I suspect that she’s having another orgasm. I smile at the thought that she now wants her other nipple touched the same way. I take the clamp of her nipple and place it onto the other one. I start all over again touching her with the exposed wire and each time I touch her, she again arches her back. Then after several minutes of flicking the exposed wire to her nipple, Sissy again stiffens her body. I grin at Sissy’s pleasure.
I go down stairs once more and pick up a bucket. I take it to my room and sit it beside Sissy. Now I remove the nipple clamp and batteries, which are place on the tray. I remove the pussy clamp and allow the vibrator to fall from her cunt. I whisper in Sissy’s ear to expel the vibrator from her arse, which she does.
As I look at Sissy, I can see she is limp, whilst spread eagled, from her orgasm. I cut her free from her ankle restraints, which allows Sissy to move her feet around. Then I cut her wrist restraints and place the one handcuff to one wrist. I loop the other end around the bottom of the opposite post and handcuff the other wrist.
Sissy can now lay on the floor and rest. The bed is too heavy to pick up, so I’m not afraid of Sissy releasing herself. I tell Sissy that she has to use the bucket for her waste. I’m kneeling in front of Sissy when I decide that a blow job will finish off today for me. So, I tell Sissy that I want a blow job and any refusal or shit performance will be met with pain. I also tell her that I will release her gag and any reaction will, except for what I want, will result in punishment.
I remove the gag and push my cock towards her face. Sissy now starts just to suck my cock. It’s a pitiful performance so I reach over and slap her right tit hard. Now Sissy, with my cock in her mouth, groans at my assault. I whisper poor performance results in pain. Now Sissy starts to use her tongue on cock. I tell her to nip and lick which she follows my instructions. I also tell her to lick and suck on my nuts. Again she follows my instructions.
I find that my cock is growing harder by the minute and I can feel my cum rising. As Sissy starts going down on my cock, I grab her head and start ramming my cock down her throat. Sissy starts to choke but I keep ramming. Finally I feel my seed ready to burst outwards so I ram down her throat once more and cum, sending my cum into her stomach. After several large and then small shots of my cum, I extract my cock from her mouth and tell her to lick up the rest. Sissy is breathing noisily but licks the rest of my cum from the slit. I smile as I get the gag again and place it to her mouth. Sissy doesn’t want to open her mouth so I strike her right tit again. This time Sissy yelps and groans heavily. I hold the gag to her mouth again and Sissy opens her mouth freely. I secure the gag and tell her that she can rest now, training was finished for the day.
I walk downstairs and call my wife on her mobile. We chat for a little while about her, our children and her folks. Then Tania asks me about the training, and I tell her that everything was going well. After that we finish up, with me promising a special treat for her if she comes home, by herself, on Sunday morning. Tania promises me that she will, with what sounds like glee in her voice and we finish our call. I then went into the lounge room, changed the TV channel, so I can watch the football and decide on what to do next. Afterwards the game, I go up to my bedroom and see that Sissy is asleep on the floor. I then got onto my bed and fell asleep.
Part 3 the Next Day

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Lost luggage

This is the first story I’ve ever made. So give me any comments you fell you should post. I didn’t know what to write about so I just wrote something that popped in my head so here it goes.
I was standing in front of baggage clam to get my luggage. I was tired and my ass Hirt from sitting so damn long on the airplane. 13 hour flight isn’t fun at all. And to make everything worse it was about 5 snow flakes away from being a full blown blizzard. I thought Fairbanks Alaska would be a nice cool place in the fall. Boy was I wrong. All the sudden the conveyer belt stops as well as my heart. No bag.
“Son of a bitch!” I said under my breath. I looked around hopefully that I was at the wrong number. I went back to the board and double checked. “Nashville, number 5”. I look at the big number 5 above the very spot I was just standing at. “Son of a bitch!” I repeated only at a normal tone of voice.
I finally strode over to the lost luggage like I had something shoved up my ass. Walking up to the desk I didn’t see any life, at all. But it was 1:30 in the morning so I could understand that with a small population. I walked up to the desk to find it abandoned. The only thing at the desk was a pad and pencil and a bell that you ding when your food is ready.
“Ring for assistance” I read out loud. Giving the bell one sharp ding I waited for a few moments. “I’ll be right with you” I heard from the back. Finally she came out of the back and I had to remind myself to shut my mouth. The first thing I noticed about her was that she was of Native American decent. She had light, copper like, skin. Long black hair to accent her big brown eyes.
And had the body of a model. Long legs. Nice, perky, breasts. And a warming smile that made me forget about the snow storm outside.
” Hi. How can I help you?” I lost all train of thought. I just stared for a few moments.
” Umm ya. My bag kinda didn’t show up”.
” Ok. Let me see if I can find it” she began to type way at the computer before her. I couldn’t help but look at her beautiful eyes as she took a sip from her coffee. Did she have coffee when she walked out? Does it matter?
“What’s the name under?” I lazily handed her my ticket and told her it was coming out of Tennessee.
“Sooo. That explains the accent.”
“Is it that noticeable?”
“Ya. We don’t have many people from the south. But I just love the way you talk”
“Thank you. I wish I could say somethin nice about this place but” I pointed out the window.” I can’t see any of it.”
“You’ll get used to it. It’s supposed to stop by the end of tomorrow.”
“I hope so. Rednecks aren’t any good frozen.” She let out a soft giggle.
“Ohh” she breathed as her soft smile faded away.
“What is it?” I asked concerned.
“Well. I found your luggage.” There was a short pause before the continued.
“It’s in JFK airport”
“New York?! How the hell did it end up over there. That’s on the other side of the country!”
“I’m sorry sir” she said timidly.
“I can have it here in…. Two days” I let my head hang low as the have me the bad news. Man. What am I gona do. That had all my clothes and I’ve got to fly to Nome tomorrow. My boss was going to be pissed. But right now I had to think of a place to stay. Cheap. The company was going to pay for my room and board but I was a little short on cash.
I looked back at her. She was almost wincing. As if I was about to smack her and she know it.
“Do you know of a cheap place to crash for the night?”
“Ummm the cheapest place around here is $139 a night” I sighed in protest.
“Is there nowhere else?” She just nodded her head and said I’m afraid not.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do. I don’t have any money. Everything was paid for in Nome.”
“Well. I have an extra room in my trailer. It has heat and everything. You can stay in the extra room”
“Would you mind? I’d hate to impose”
“No. I don’t mind at all. I’m just trying to help you out”
“Well thank you. I can’t thank you enuff” I then pulled out my cell phone and let a unfriendly voice mail for my boss. I then seen the beautiful girl walk up next to me.
“I get off in 15 min.” I just nodded and continued my voice mail.
The rest was kind of a blur. I suppose it was from not sleeping on that small ass plane. But the next thing I know. In at here house. She showed me around and told me to make my self at home. I decided that now would be a good time to use the rest room. When I came out I could see that she was in her room with the door barley cracked. When I walked up to it and utter a single word I froze in place. Though the small crack in the door. I could see her getting dressed. There she was, in the buff. Her breasts seemed to keep the same shape as before. It seemed she didn’t even have to wear a bra.
I was in shock at how beautiful and how even her copper tan was. By the time I started looking at her lower parts I noticed she was staring right at me. I almost had a heart attack. I quickly turned and left. Sitting down at the living room seemed the only thing to do after that. And even then I didn’t seem right. She walked into the room covered in a bath robe carrying some blankets.
“Here you go. You might need a few. Because this trailer doesn’t hold heat well.”
“Oh. Ok. Thanks.”
“You ok?”
“I’ll be alright.” I said trying not to sound nevus.
“Ok yell I’m off to bed. Goodnight.”
“Night”
Laying in bed I couldn’t stop thinking about how firm her boobs were. Soft and round. Nipples hard from the cold weather. I could feel my dick slowly getting harder. The more I thought of her the harder it got till the point I thought it was going to explode out of its skin. Just about the time I pulled my cock out my door opened. I jumped at the sudden movement. I felt like I had been commuting a crime. I seen her sweet face come into view.
“Can I come in?” Dear god
“It’s your house. Um ya. Come on in”
She can strolling in with those long dark legs. And sat on the bed next to my raging hard on. Only then did I see that I was pitching a huge tent.
“I hope I don’t make you uneasy. But I’m really cold. Would it bother you if you slept in my bed. So we can stay warm?”
Dear god!
“Um ya. Ok. I’ll follow you.”
About the time she stood up she glanced down at my circus tent. The back at me. And walked away. I waited for a moment to see if my penis would at least soften. No such luck. So I waked into her room with a blanket in front of my dick. She was already in bed.
“Just lay that blanket next to the bed just incase.”
“Ok then.”
After doing so I eased my way in between she covers. I was careful to have my back to her so she wouldn’t see all of me. Finally settled in I closed my eyes to try and sleep. With my member standing tall for some attention I knew it was going to be hard. Then out of nowhere. She lays her arm across me. My eyes shot open. Her skin was so smooth and warm. Then I seen something that made my heart skip a beat. The bath robe she was wearing earlier was in a pile on the floor.
“No need to be so shy.” She said as she pressed her naked body against my bare back. What have I got myself into?
“But… Um…. We just meet.” I could feel the precum ozzing it’s way out.
“I know. That’s what makes it so much more fun.” She then reached around and took my long shaft in her hands.
“Besides. I know you want it.” She moaned. Slowly stroking my dick.
“I seen you looking at me when I was changing. Oh god your cock is so hard. Ummmm. Let me suck it please.” She purred. I lost all control. I slid my boxers down as fast as I could. The moment my dick sprang up to life she put it in her warm wet mouth. She just held the head of it in her mouth for a few moments. She looked deep into my eyes.
Her face seemed to glow in the dim light of the snow. Still keeping eye contact she slowly started to swallow my pole. The low the got the more I moaned in approval. Finally she reached the base of my dick. She then began licking my balls with the end of her tongue.
“Oh god that feels good. Just like that baby.” She finally came up for air after it seemed like she would never let up. She then began to lick it all over.
“It taste so good. It makes me so wet when I can taste his big juicy cock” she moaned
“Your mouth is so warm. Can you lick my balls? I want your sweet mouth all over my fucking nuts”
“Hmmm you want it?”
“I want so bad! Please baby? I want to feel your tongue slither all over my balls!” I begged.
“Ummm…. Ok” she then sank down to my balls and then began to massage them with her warm mouth.
“Ohh that it baby. Lick my balls.”
After a few minutes of that she jumped on top of and began to grind her sweet clit on my rock hard member. As she began to moan loudly I could feel how wet she really was.
“Fuck me with your big cock you stud. Show me how you so it in the south.” That was all the motive I needed. I didn’t take much effect to slide my penis inside her tight pussy.
I began to fuck her hard from the bottom as I held her body wight by her boobs. Her tits felt even better than I ever imagined. She moaned and panted as I repeatedly rammed my cock, hitting her gspot. She tried to keep eye contact with me. But she just felt so good and couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling back into her head.
“Ohhh god. I’m going to cum all over your fucking cock.” She breathed. And then let out a scream as her body was hit with waves of pure pleasure. I could fell her juices surrounding my stiff prick. She rolled over on her back with her legs straight up. I easily entered her. And resumed my ramming motion.
“Ohh fuck. I’m gona cum baby.” I could start to feel my balls tighten. I started pumping harder and deeper.
“Cum on my face you fucking stud”. That was all the motivation I need. I pulled out and held her face close to my cock. I shot rope after rope into her sweet face. She kept eye contact the entire time I sprayed my load on her face. She didn’t even blink.
When I was done I watched her wipe the cum off of her face and eat every last drop. After she properly cleaned her face we fell asleep in each others arms. I began to wonder. What was in store for me tomorrow? So I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
So tell me what you think. I would like to make more story’s(better than this one) so if you have some tips let me know.

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