The Ethan Blake Story: Home Alone
The Ethan Blake Story: Home Alone For Emily, my own devirginator.
They knelt together atop the turquoise bedspread, staring at each other intently, want in their eyes.
The house was empty; this was the first time they had been truly alone with no fear of interruption.
Ethan leaned in to touch her lips softly with his own, running strong hands down her pale arms as she let out a low purr of contentment and grazed his thigh.
The moment felt to him more perfect than he could have wished it.
He placed his hands at the small of her back and pulled her down onto the bed, propping himself on shaking arms over her.
She smiled as though to say, “I’m ready,” and they plunged into the deeper, fuller kiss of young lovers.
With each passing moment Ethan’s nerves eased; with each press of her lips his confidence grew.
A solitary finger traced a path from her chest to her navel and continued to the waistband of her denim shorts, pausing for an instant before slipping under her cotton vest with the rest of the hand.
The skin it met was velvety to the touch and emitted a comforting warmth.
He felt dainty fingers being pushed through his hair as his own met the material of her bra, evoking the momentary panic that all men experience upon encountering such confounding contraptions.
Breaking the kiss for a calming breath, he raised her body towards him and brought a second hand to meet the first at the clasp.
His facial expression of intense concentration was met with a girlish giggle as he fumbled at her back, slipping once before conquering the enigmatic device.
“Give me a break,” Ethan protested, a faint redness flushing his face.
“I’m new at this.” He was then pulled into a forgiving kiss and his embarrassment disappeared as a second tongue was introduced into his mouth.
They swirled against each other for a while, each one familiarising itself with the texture of the other, only parting company for the removal of first her top, then his.
The plain white bra fell away to reveal two small, pert breasts and Ethan succumbed to an impulsive urge to place his lips over one of the pink nipples, erect with her arousal.
At first taken aback, she quickly grew to love the flick of his tongue and his light suckling, closing her eyes whilst enjoying this new pleasure, letting out a low moan as he gave a slight nibble.
He was enjoying it just as much and, revelling in the reaction he was receiving, moved on to the second.
Without breaking the contact between his lips and her flesh, he released the button of her shorts, his wandering hand sliding down over her pubic mound and lightly touching her inner thigh.
His hand knew this place; it had journeyed here, and further, on a few occasions and received a welcoming reception.
It was to welcome another of Ethan’s appendages very soon.
He sat up and tugged at the shorts, requiring the owner to raise her hips before they could be completely removed and tossed haphazardly to some uninteresting part of the room.
Ethan grinned and, in a silly voice, commented, “You’re pretty when you’re naked.” “I’m not naked yet,” she rebutted, a playful glint in her eye, once more pushing her hips and one remaining garment towards him.
Happily did he obey her will and relieve her of the pair of lilac knickers, upon which she spread her svelte legs and wrapped them around him, drawing him into her.
Ethan’s erection pushed against her pelvis through his restrictive jeans, evoking a subtle thrust, making him harder.
They ground against each other, the outline of his cock sliding its way along her most sensitive, and their lips locked once more in a heated passion.
Her impatience was evident in her restless moans and desperate scrabbling at his jeans.
As much as Ethan would have revelled in a prolonged teasing game, he knew it would be just as torturous for him as for her; he wanted this to happen now.
Getting up from the bed, he went to his dresser to retrieve an box of condoms, unopened in the two years since they had been optimistically taken at the end of a sexual education class.
She knelt on the bed and made light work of unfastening his jeans and yanking them down, along with his boxers, to his knees to allow his manhood to spring free and stand tall before her face.
They were duly removed and tossed to the side while she took the rubber from a butter-fingered Ethan and removed it from its foil package.
He stood there, naked as the day he was born and as stiff as a stick of Blackpool rock, and smiled down at the gorgeous girl now diligently unrolling a sheath of latex over his cock.
He could hardly have imagined two months ago that their friendship would lead to this and yet now it seemed ever so natural.
That first date – he hadn’t thought of it as a date at the time – was so effortless, so easy.
It’s strange, he thought to himself, how someone can be right there in front of you for so long and, in just one evening, your whole perception of them can alter entirely.
What a blessing it was for Ethan that he had realised how right this girl was for him at just the right time.
That first date rapidly snowballed into several more and, as was apparently inevitable, a relationship.
It was a joyful relationship, full of fun and laughter; two people unabashedly basking in the splendidness of each other’s company.
As intellectual equals, they continually challenged each other, the mental side of their relationship every bit as important as the emotional and physical.
Ethan’s life state, following a brief depression, had risen to a level of splendour akin to nothing else he had known in his seventeen years.
Was it love? Being a sceptical one, Ethan Blake was not so quickly convinced that he could have fallen in love with his girl.
However, with the passing of time, the notion seemed increasingly less farfetched.
If it gets better than this, he would say inwardly, then ‘love’ really is all it’s cracked up to be.
Protection in place, Ethan returned to his former position, poised to enter a gateway that signified an important milestone and age-old rite of passage.
Their nether parts came into contact, or would have done but for the ample layer of lubrication indicative of the lady’s arousal.
He was just one short thrust away from what many might say was becoming a man; mere inches from crossing that distinctive line between the haves and have nots and losing something that could never be reclaimed.
The young lovers took one slow, deep breath together and exhaled as he sank into her moist depths.
The sensation was surreal; certainly not unpleasant but unexpected.
In truth, he didn’t know what to expect – a handful of Vaseline is hardly representative of a real vagina.
They beamed at each other, his own anticipation mirrored in her encouraging eyes.
Slowly but with intent, he began to slide in and out, in and out, building a steady rhythm, conscious of not being over-zealous and consequently cutting the experience short for them both.
As the pace increased, her pleasure heightened; incoherent mumbles turned into a sharp, distinct, “Oo,” with each entry.
Ethan likewise became more vocal, accompanying the movement of his hips with occasional Andy Murray-esque grunts.
The volume increased; the passion intensified with every passing second.
Their eyes met in a fiery stare until, with one particularly forceful thrust, she threw her head back in a long, sensual, “Ooo!” Spurred on, Ethan decided to go for broke.
The initially tender love-making of two virginal sweethearts gradually morphed into a frenzied fuck between lust-filled teenagers.
The bed creaked beneath them, shifting with the weight of their bodies, now one.
Clutching at her legs, Ethan pummelled into her at an alarming rate, eliciting screams of the kind only a satisfied woman can make.
Their end was in sight, the unparalleled peak of climax only seconds away.
With three incredibly powerful pushes, he made her wail with the sweet release of orgasm; with one more, unleashing his own.
Their bodies tensed and writhed in fits of extreme pleasure, their faces screwed into embarrassing ‘O’ faces.
Still commingled, they each came down from their respective orgasmic highs and weakly smiled, each realising what tremendous gratification they had brought the other.
He leant in to kiss her and she held him their with her lips, smothering him in gratitude.
Slipping out of her and discarding the well-used condom, he came to lie at her side and pressed his lips softly yet firmly against here before whispering, “You really are amazing, you know that, Morag?” – This story is clum.
If you are reading it anywhere other than with this note attached, it has been posted without the author’s permission.
Running into Coverage Ch.04
Running into Coverage Ch.
04 A heated night and the walk of shame Who doesn t know (or love) a walk of shame I do, I DO! Estragon, you know where we stand.
You are a godsend, and know football way more than I do.
The shame! As always, your thoughts, comments and feedback is always appreciated.
Enjoy M **** Sleep crusted at the corners of his eyes; they burned as he rubbed them.
Yawning, Marcus looked around and for a moment forgot where he was.
Glancing to the side where his alarm clock sat on the dresser, he was surprised to see a shoe instead.
Instead of a glass trophy placed behind it, there was a picture frame.
Reality came crashing at him as he realized that he was not at his own home, and this definitely was not his bedroom.
The last thing he could remember was .
From the other side of the bed, the sheets shifted.
Up until that point, Marcus had not realized he had been chilled since all of the fabric was covering the small sleeping form next to him.
Reaching for a corner of the blanket, he tugged.
Hadley twisted in her sleep to face Marcus; a smile crept over his face as he watched her sleep with the sheets tangled around her.
His hand itched to rest against her hip, but fully knew she would give him ten kinds of hell for even trying.
He still couldn t believe the turn of events with her earlier that evening.
When they had been in the bar, something passed between them apart from the drinks and they each gave up denying their sexual attraction.
Marcus had wanted Hadley from the beginning, he didn t know why, but when she played with his fingers without anyone noticing, he knew she was finally willing to go through with it.
And was he ever glad she was.
She had given everything she had and it was one of the better nights he had with a woman in a long time.
He couldn t remember feeling such raw energy that was as open and unabashed.
With a wriggle of her nose, Hadley stretched out a leg and bumped it into Marcus thigh.
He gave an oof of surprise causing her to wake from sleep lazily.
Wimp.
Her voice was heavy and deep from the rest.
Raising a brow that was hidden by the darkness, he answered in a quieted tone.
Bed-hog.
Clutching the sheet that she had stolen at some point during the late hours, she sat upright and looked around the bed.
Taking in Marcus, who had pulled the ratty comforter up to cover his legs, she laughed.
The sound brought warmth into his chilled body.
Untangling the sheet, she covered up Marcus so that he could warm up and stay comfortable.
Sorry about that, I don t share well with others.
Marcus sat up a little and leaned on his elbows facing Hadley.
You don t have to share, I can be a mattress.
You need a clock in this room.
He was greeted with a lethargic snort.
I have one, it s on my side.
It s She stretched her body over the side of the bed, Marcus would have loved raising the sheet to watch as she moved.
He felt like a pervert.
A pervert that needed to stay on his side of the bed and lift up his knees as heat started to travel down his body.
Regardless of what they had shared not long ago, a voice in the back of his head told him she was not the cuddling type.
She may have been every inch of a woman, but she was also a champion at that.
Four-thirty.
I didn t set my alarm, what time do you need? We don t have practice so I can sleep in.
Don t you have a shift? Hitting the buttons, she made sure the alarm wouldn t go off at the typical five and set it for herself.
It s not until nine.
Hadley turned to face him, a questioning smirk on her face.
Did you just check me out? No.
You re lying.
You just did! Moving quickly, he covered her mouth with a free hand.
Shhh! You re going to wake your roommate.
Hadley batted off his hands.
She s already awake, because she s crazy .
Don t dodge the question, Marcus Jennings.
If the goods are offered, I ll look.
Unfortunately for me, the sheet blocked my view.
The evil eye she had been known for with previous boyfriends and her family, faltered.
Somehow this smooth-talking, over-confident man had weaseled his way into her very guarded heart and that made her incredibly nervous.
Thank god.
I seriously doubt my ass meets your expectations after your lady friends of the world.
Forget it.
What do you mean forget it? Hadley turned to lie back in the sheets and faced Marcus.
There s no way in hell I m answering that, or even saying a word.
I m a guy, but I m not stupid.
If you want a compliment, I ll be the first to say one.
But comparing is not happening.
You don t have to compare anything; I m only speaking the truth.
Hadley lifted a brow that dared him to comment.
Clucking his tongue, Marcus blew out a breath of air and knew she was fishing for a response from him.
Why put yourself down so hard? Absentmindedly he reached around to grab her behind as she was facing him.
Your ass could probably beat a few people I know.
Hadley smacked his chest and laughed at the wounded look in his eyes.
You are such a creep! The bed shook as he laughed.
An enthusiast, maybe.
But not a creep.
I don t know if I should laugh or kick you out.
Laugh, sleep and then kick me out.
A yawn escaped her lips as exhaustion caught up with her.
Marcus pulled the sheets up to cover both of them, making sure to rake his fingers lightly up her thigh.
Oh, fine.
But stay over there on your side.
Somehow I don t think that s going to happen.
For a short while, they continued to bicker back and forth playfully until Marcus had enough and leaned in for another taste.
Hadley hummed softly against his lips and gave in to the powerful craving for him.
Rather than moving as they did before, their thrusts were slowed as they indulged on deep strokes and intoxicating kisses.
Completely worn out afterward, Marcus drifted off to sleep first.
Hadley rolled to her back and tried to regain her emotions before getting ahead of herself.
She chose to sleep with him, as he did with her.
Right now he was in her bed, tomorrow he may be in someone else s but for now she was okay with the way things were.
Or at least she told herself that.
As she curled her legs up for warmth, her knee lightly rested next to his hand.
He seemed to be a deep sleeper from his heavier breathing, but fidgeted his thumb against her skin, making her wonder what he was dreaming about.
The light tapping felt timed, as if he was nervously waiting for something.
The movements stilled for a minute while his finger lifted away from her skin.
Holding her breath, she prayed to god that she didn t wake him again.
Her luck kept on as he blew out a gust of air and brushed his thumb against her knee.
A slow smile spread across her face as she closed her eyes.
He was probably dreaming about football.
**** By six thirty his internal clock went off, jostling Marcus in the bed.
He nearly fell out of it trying to stay still or stay on, since Hadley had nearly taken up all the mattress.
Gathering up his scattered clothes from the ground, he dressed quickly while keeping his eyes on her.
The sheets were a tangled mess around her legs, her bright purple painted toenails peeking through one end.
Before he slipped out of the room, Marcus lifted the comforter and covered her.
The door squeaked as he shut it, and just as he was at the front room a small voice startled him.
Busted.
Caitlin, was curled up on the couch wrapped up in several flannel blankets.
Her coarse hair sticking up in every which direction.
Morning to you too.
Marcus ruffled his own hair, knowing he was about to leave without so much as a glance at his appearance.
I m glad that someone had a good night.
The air was awkward and he wanted nothing more than to get the hell out, instead of having a heart to heart.
It was okay.
You really can come out every once in a while, instead of being cooped up in here all of the time.
Marcus reached for the handle of the front door and opened it.
In a wistful tone, she spoke as if he talked of a fantasy.
Someday.
You might want to dampen your hair a bit; it looks like you barely survived a tornado.
Or Hadley.
Leaning down by the mirror in the entranceway he frowned at his appearance but figured he d rather get out of the apartment than fix his bed tousled hair.
Caitlin laughed as he shrugged his shoulders.
It ll do.
See you later.
Walking out of the apartment complex and over to his SUV, all memories came rushing back from the time at O State when he had spent the night at a girlfriend s house by accident.
He remembered sneaking out of her room and almost got all of the way out when one of the housemates handed him a sock he d tossed on a stair landing in getting to the girl s room.
Walking out of Hadley s apartment just then, that same walk-of-shame feeling crept up the minute he heard Caitlin s eerie voice.
It shouldn t have surprised him to see her on the couch, and he tried thinking the best of her.
Often times he would drop Hadley off and Caitlin would be by the window.
She seemed like a nice girl, but was highly reserved or just plain shy.
From talking with Hadley, he knew the girls got along but definitely kept to their own ways.
That was probably Hadley s doing, with having her own art studio and being as independent as she was.
She didn t know how to really let people in.
Last night he saw a whole new side of her and wanted to explore it.
Little by little, he was breaking through this tough little artist and sooner or later she would see why.
Feeling better about the morning, as he got to his SUV and frowned immediately.
Perfectly nestled beneath the wiper blades was an orange envelope with the insignia for the city of Chicago.
With great annoyance he grabbed the paper to check the damage.
Caught up in desire, he hadn t paid for the parking spot and sure enough was being fined nearly seventy dollars.
Tossing his jacket on the passenger seat, he sat down and turned over the ignition.
Not even a parking ticket could take away from his good mood.
Not for a second.
Instead, he took out his phone and started to text Hadley, completely disregarding the horn honking Accord waiting for the spot he was currently resting in.
Your roommate is weird.
The next walk of shame is from my house.
Waving his hands, knowing the idiot in the car behind couldn t see through the heavy tinted glass, he maneuvered the vehicle out and made his way back to his condo.
The team may have an off day, but there were slips in his follow through and he needed to get to work on tightening up his tactics.
The next game was against Dallas and he didn t intend on being a repeat offender, missing a pass that couldn t afford to be missed.
Last night he had lost nine yards which could have cost the game; luckily he pulled through and got back on track in the third.
Despite the team being second in the division, he was playing like a minor athlete.
His timing was off and the coaches knew it.
When Gabe shouted at him in the fourth to snap out of it and get back in the game, he couldn t figure what was causing him to fumble balls and give away completions.
Earlier in the week, he had gone over to Gabe and Samantha s for dinner.
Mainly he had been there so he could get more tips from Gabe outside of the practice fields.
The two had spent hours sitting on the couch arguing about his zone coverage and how he had not been on the same page as Joey Seton lately.
He remembered it all too well as Samantha piped up from her paperwork at the kitchen table.
Marcus, you do seem different out there.
What s up? Or maybe I shouldn t ask.
Nothing s going on.
There s a problem, I m working on it, end of story.
Gabe wouldn t let him get away with such casual candor.
That s a bullshit answer.
I ll tell you exactly what s going on.
You ve got your head in your ass and have been avoiding Seton.
We re four games in.
It s a new season, who cares what happened last year.
When you guys start communicating and listening to each other, everything will work and you ll stop playing like you need to be benched.
That s the end of the story.
What the fuck gives, man? We run through the plays beforehand.
Then get your feet in fucking order, and stop expecting the ball to come to you at the same spot on the field.
Each move is a lifeline, listen to the game.
There is too much testosterone in this room.
Marcus, I love you but Gabe has a point.
I give up.
Everyone has an opinion on this.
I m not everyone.
Besides, mine doesn t count.
Listen to what Gabe is saying it makes sense.
How can you play effectively if you re going into a game blindly? Right? Gabe looked up at Samantha as she gathered all of her papers to move into their bedroom for a little peace and quiet.
Or to get away from all of their obscenities as they argued.
Sweetheart, you don t have to leave.
She waved a hand at him, its fine.
You guys have a lot to figure out, and my students need reports graded correctly.
I doodled a football, so it must be a sign to get out of here for a bit.
Walking over to the men on the couch, she kissed Gabe, then left to finish her work.
Her words had struck a chord and stayed in every thought since that night.
For the practices he intended to have some of the guys change up the routines and throw high and low balls so he could work on his motions.
Before everything, he planned on sitting down with Joey to figure out the best way they could keep working together.
They had been a good team before, there was no reason they couldn t make a seamless one again.
Confidence raced through him and he found himself getting excited to get to the practice fields.
Hopeful to turn his game around, Marcus knew the actions that needed to be taken and it started with the quarterback.
There were three days until the game against Washington; that was more than enough time to pull it together.
**** The coffee shop had been chaotic for each of her shifts.
Luckily Hadley had managed to sneak away a few hours each night to the studio and keep up with some of her canvases.
One of her clients in New York had sent her an email with the descriptions of what they wanted, so she had been sketching with a charcoal pencil as a slow start.
Hours had gone by but one of the canvases had remained bare.
It wasn t until the banging of hammers from the construction site down the street broke through her concentration.
Her fingers moved effortlessly and guided the pencil as she etched in several abstract lines.
To the beat of the banging and clanking of metal, lines turned into the shapes, which formed the outline of what she would paint over.
The client had requested something urban, so it seemed fitting that Hadley s inspiration was motivated by the construction.
By Saturday evening, she was anxious to start painting to give it a bold and almost masculine appeal.
From what she could tell from the emails that had been going back and forth between them, the client wanted something to represent strength and success.
His words were short but very pointed, giving her bullet points of what he expected.
He was precise and openly disagreed with some of her suggestions.
Nothing scared her, and rather than feeling stressed or pressured, she reveled in the request.
Determination to succeed for the client consumed her and flooded the canvas.
Creative forces sped through her veins, urging her hands to move.
As she stood staring at the canvas resting on the easel, her head cocked to the side.
Distinctly, Hadley recalled the man instructing her on which colors she should use.
They went against everything that she had sketched.
He wanted black and silver, whereas now that she had created a portion of the piece, she knew otherwise.
With fingers tingling at her sides, she dipped one in a rich green and started to layer it on.
Skin roaming the canvas, the cool paint lightly coating over the etched lines.
Something deep inside her told her to start with the green.
She would cover it up with a coat of black, or maybe even a deep purple, but the piece needed to begin with the green.
Her eyes glazed and she soon became possessed by the power of her passion.
Flecks of aluminum were glued in the corners, small slivers of glass scattered throughout.
Heavy smears of paint pulling everything together.
Minutes turned into hours and night became morning.
A faint sound interrupted her hypnotic trance.
Grabbing a towel, she wiped her hands clean as best as she could and reached for the phone.
There were numerous calls and several missed messages.
Scrolling through it all, she stopped at a message from Marcus.
Since their night together, they had talked on the phone but had not had a chance to see each other.
Between practices and then flying out for a game that weekend, and her irregular schedule, a phone call was all they could work in.
His message brought a smile to her face; it was simple and stupid but made her body itch to be around him again.
Realizing that it was Sunday, she was dumbfounded that he had considered her on a game day.
A thought replayed in her head but she couldn t bring herself to phone Sam and see if they could watch the game together.
A nagging feeling irritated her that she even considered watching, but Hadley couldn t fight her feelings all of the time when it came to Marcus.
He had become someone she looked forward in talking to, and since their night together she definitely was anxious for him.
But even though she wanted to open herself up to the idea of him, there was so much more to everything than she cared to admit.
Ever since they had met, something caught fire within her and as she began each new painting she was fueled with inspiration.
On Wednesday, she was scheduled to present one of the latest pieces at a gallery and couldn t have been more excited.
It was her first real showing in Chicago and was unsure how her art would come across.
Hadley was confident in the work but had visited many galleries since moving, and nothing she d seen made a perfect match.
The appointment could go either way, so she was mentally preparing for that by keeping her expectations very low.
As the paint dried she figured a distraction was needed, and what could be better than Marcus on a television screen.
Flipping the switch of the smaller fan, Hadley set the speed and made up her mind to sit in a bar with the rest of the Chicagoans and become a fan.
**** The Cougars took down the Cowboys, and remained second in the division as they rode into the sixth week of the season.
Hard work paid off, and though he didn t outrun for a touchdown, Marcus did complete several passes and gained important yardage.
All of the guys were grateful for the win, but kept calm on the late night flight back to Chicago.
The plane had just landed and was waiting to pull into the gate in order for the team to get out.
Marcus sat shaking his ankle impatiently, waiting to get out so that he could call Hadley without having his conversation overheard.
While in the locker room after the game, he saw a text from her.
She had taken a picture of a beer and sent it to him with a message to follow that she was indeed watching the game.
A good confident feeling came over him as she warmed up to his job.
He sent a message back to her, to which she immediately responded.
They had gone back and forth up until the minute the team boarded the plane.
The last message he sent was more of a question.
Coming in late from the flight, practice would be delayed until mid-afternoon.
She had mentioned that she didn t have a shift but was getting her piece ready to present at the gallery.
They hadn t seen each other for a week and he was hungry for her.
The phone remained blank and he scrolled through the messages trying to backtrack to see where he went wrong.
As the front doors opened and the players started to exit, Marcus took a deep breath and put the phone in the breast pocket of his suit.
Shaking his head, he figured he crossed the line and got ahead of himself with her.
All of the players bags lay in a heap near the gate, as he reached for his own loneliness curled through him.
Sharing a room with Velesquez for the past two days, was definitely nothing but business.
Defeat washed over him as the SUV coasted along the Kennedy.
Just as he got within the city limits, the front of his phone lit up.
He d forgotten to turn the ringer back on after the flight and glanced down only to release his foot from the gas as Hadley s name appeared.
Marcus immediately grabbed the phone and answered.
Hello? Are you back in town yet? Yeah, I m almost home.
I figured you fell asleep or something.
He tried to keep his demeanor cool to see how she would react.
I couldn t sleep.
I was wondering if you might possibly be driving along Division on your way home.
The corner of his mouth kicked up, Division was nowhere near his condo.
Glancing up at the exit signs on the freeway, he figured he had a mile to go in order to get off on North and do a drive by Hadley s apartment.
I think I have something to drop off right around there, so I would be in the neighborhood.
What if you had something to pick up? Her statement threw him off and he repeated it to himself making sure he heard her right.
Slumber party? He was greeted with the familiar laugh that relaxed him to the core.
If you re lucky, I ll paint your nails.
This time it was he who snorted.
Whatever happened to showering together or sharing a hot bath? This isn t a porno, it s a sleepover! Well I sure as hell don t want you painting my nails.
He was brimming with mock annoyance.
Hadley couldn t hide the eruption of giggles as they escaped her mouth.
I don t want to paint your nails, Marcus.
The truck made its way up Division and turned off her side street.
Then what exactly do you want? Your bed.
It was close to two in the morning and she sounded more awake than she did at noon.
The corner of his mouth twitched, as if he could possibly deny her let alone deny himself getting drunk on her body.
No sooner did he pull up to her apartment complex than he found her standing on the street waiting for him to get her.
As she climbed up into the cab, Marcus was about to lean over and kiss her but came up short when she crawled over and kissed him hard.
He returned her kiss with fervent passion.
Holding her tightly, he groaned into her mouth.
Hadley was the first to pull away from their kiss.
Resting her forehead against his, she whispered to him.
This has been the longest week, ever.
Marcus squeezed her tightly until she squealed with a sort of giddy excitement.
I see you packed light.
She nodded at his reference to her bag.
Of course.
It doesn t take much to make fabulous happen.
All he could do was laugh and kiss her before she moved to sit in the passenger seat.
A telephone could only go so far with Hadley s personality, and being so close made him realize just how much he missed her.
The roads were completely cleared apart from the occasional police car patrolling the neighborhoods.
Shortly after getting her, they pulled into the underground lot and found themselves heading up to his condo.
Hadley clutched her bag as they rode the elevator in silence.
It wasn t as if she were nervous, because fear had nothing to do with the constant buzz her body had been feeling ever since the previous week they were together.
Even as they spoke on the phone, heat exploded within her and she ached to feel him inside her again.
She ached to be close with him; it was something that terrified her, and still reeled her in regardless of the consequences.
The ride up in the elevator, felt like an eternity.
Glancing up to see which floor they were passing, Marcus nearly groaned in protest as they were lifted above the third floor.
Next to him, Hadley felt the same frustrations and looked up into his face searchingly.
Wanting nothing more than claiming her, he moved her bag to the floor.
Marcus leaned down and pressed Hadley against the side of the elevator as they continued moving up.
He was impatient and didn t want to wait any longer, their mouths acting on their own mission to devour each other.
Hadley wrapped her arms around his shoulders; because of their height differences, he stretched up taking her with him.
The skirt restricted her from wrapping her legs around his waist so she settled for letting them dangle where she was able to feel his steely erection press against her middle.
A burning heat rippled through her, claiming every ounce of her judgment.
With skill and precision, his tongue glided across hers and was still aggressive, never giving her time to take control.
Thrusting a knee in between her thighs to hold her up, he felt her heat through his dress pants.
Moving a hand lower, he kneaded her bottom and started to lift the short skirt.
The elevator rocked as it came to a stop; Marcus issued a cruel curse and lowered Hadley so she could stand.
Collecting her bag, she followed him to the entrance of his condo.
The hallway was quiet in the early hours of the morning but she knew that inside his walls, they would be far from quiet and drip with sex.
Following her inside, Marcus took the bag and tossed it in a corner.
Hadley sunk her fingers into his arm and followed him as he walked backwards toward his room, stopping every other step to pull her forward and tease her with his tongue.
Moaning with every kiss, she laughed as he dodged a side table.
We don t have to worry about roommates here.
Releasing the grip on him, she floated into the spacious room, kicking off her ankle booties.
Definitely not.
Stripping off his dress shirt, his voice dropped to a husky tone as he saw Hadley unbuttoning her jean skirt.
I kind of had my heart set on a manicure.
Her fingers stilled on the button tab, as her entire body began to shake from laughter.
Risking a glance at him, she saw his brilliant blue eyes glimmering with mischief.
Sauntering over, Hadley accepted his hand as it was offered.
Marcus pressed each finger against his plush lips, bringing weakness to her knees.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Hadley stepped in between his splayed thighs and began exploring his mouth with open curiosity.
The skirt remained unbuttoned and as their tongues danced to a symphony of pleasure, the open fabric brushing the skin on the back of his hand, bringing some sense back to him.
With her hands running through his hair, he worked the zipper and lowered the fabric down her thin legs.
The room was filled with their heavy breathing and deep groans for each other.
Being free of her skirt, Hadley sagged against Marcus.
She felt high with an urgent need for him and felt no shame as his own body trembled.
Slowly she dipped her lips to his, when he leaned forward she leaned back, eyes fluttering close when she ran her tongue along his lower lip to nibble on the moist flesh.
The instant he felt her nibble, the pressure of his arousal broke through.
He wanted her, and needed to have her right then.
Leaning back into the bed, Marcus pulled Hadley on top of him.
She wriggled to the side as his hands groped her.
Both still not completely undressed, Marcus laughed at their own rush in getting on the bed.
Hadley dropped her hands and let them roam over the smooth skin of his chest.
The pads of her fingers ran over his firm nipples, only to drop her lips and rake her tongue across each of them following her map of sensual travels.
Marcus reached for any part of her that was closest until she scooted away.
Wondering why she stopped he looked up and could have died right there.
Somewhere in her exploration, Hadley had shed her shirt and was leaning above him on hands and knees.
His eyes fought the lust filled glaze as he took in her bright pink bra and grey boy shorts.
Without thinking, he raised a hand and brought it to the cotton of the briefs, a finger slipping beyond the elastic band.
Hadley dropped low and kissed the corner of his mouth.
She took immense pleasure in playing with his mouth while his hands seemed to roam her lower half.
As she delved for a taste, he would let her feast on his mouth.
When she came up for air, he would stroke her breathless with the light touch of his finger on her most sensitive spots.
Her body quivered with need and began to perspire from the excitement.
Letting her have enough fun, Marcus wanted to please her as much as she had pleased him.
He was about to explode from her titillating kisses.
His chest heaved and body shook from holding back, he managed to roll over her body and relished in her whimper of frustration.
Nipping the sensitive skin of her ear, he whispered devilishly to her, It s my turn to play.
And did he ever want to play.
Hadley moaned at his words and succumbed to the very skilled caresses of his hands.
Should I start here? Marcus licked along her collarbone while his thumb traced her jaw.
Or down here? Hadley arched into his hard body as he got to her breasts and dropped little love bites over the firm mounds.
For being as small as she was, it was often joked that she missed puberty and never grew into her own cup size.
Marcus indulged on her flesh and made her feel things about herself she had never before.
Before she would have hidden behind a bra during sex, now with him, she wanted him to feast on all she offered.
Unhooking her bra, he released the small mounds and brought his lips to them immediately.
Out of a raging impulse, Hadley reached down and ran her fingers through his thick hair as she started to lose control.
Her skin was dewy with need and he lost himself in the sweet taste of it all as his mouth closed over a tight bud.
Hadley squirmed beneath him as Marcus suckled hard, almost forgetting what he wanted to do most.
Releasing her breast, he moved further down the bed and lifted her legs up to his shoulders so that he could remove her panties.
If the timing was different, he would have laughed at the garment but desire had gripped him and he said to hell with fun and games.
The underwear made a swoosh as he flung it across the room without caring where it landed.
Hadley s eyes were as dark as the late night skies, and as he looked down at her a crooked smile crept up at the corner of her swollen lips.
Her legs fell to the bed but he was as quick as on the field and moved in between them, kissing her inner thighs.
His tongue ran a short path up to her velvety core and when he dropped his mouth to claim her, she cried out in ecstasy.
Short frenzied pants escaped her lips as Marcus tortured her in the sweetest way.
Her legs shook while her belly contracted.
It was all too much for her with his deliciously brutal assault.
Through his devils play she babbled nonsense and gripped his hair, the forceful pull taking his breath away.
Don t stop! Oh please, don t stop.
As her voice trailed and the constant flutter of her muscles, he knew she was close.
With his tongue feasting on her rich nectar, a finger delicately stroked her swollen folds.
Hadley s hips buckled and she cried out as an orgasm consumed her.
Without giving her time to calm down, Marcus settled his weight between her thighs and slid into her welcoming body with a smooth thrust.
They both groaned together at the sensation.
Wrapping her legs around him, it encouraged him to angle deep.
Together they created a tempo that went back and forth between each of their needs.
He ached to drive deep so he gripped her bottom to find a perfect spot and she grappled his back with her nails practically drawing blood with each of her aftershocks.
With her last set, her muscles were tugging him back in as he pulled out of her.
The air was thick from his grunts and her wails.
With a guttural moan, he looked down into her eyes that had fluttered shut.
Missing their closeness Hadley opened them to see a confused look on his face, without thinking she blinked and reached for his cheek.
Marcus turned his face into her palm and surrendered himself in the sea of her body and the welcoming of her eyes.
Thrusting erratically, time stopped as they shattered together.
Crying out as one, Marcus gripped her hip and spilled himself inside of her.
They remained still for several long moments before he had enough presence of mind to shift his weight off of her.
Sweat clung to their skin, the moment of silence was broken by Hadley s gentle laugh.
Marcus looked over at her through half-slumberous eyes.
What s so funny? Words escaped her because she was laughing too hard.
Following her gaze, Marcus looked over to the nightstand and began to fall into laughter with her.
Dangling off of the Offensive Rookie of the Year award were the grey panties.
****
Casey's MILF Adventure
Casey’s MILF Adventure Discovered Watching Porn By His Best Friends Mom, They Create Their Own Porn Session Casey rang the doorbell hoping Greg was back from the school where he was taking his mid terms.
Casey had finished his exams the day before and didn’t have anything to do.
Greg’s mother Susan answered the door inviting Casey inside.
“Hi Casey, what brings you by?” “Well, I was hoping Greg was done with his midterms but from the looks of things I guess I’m wrong.” “Sorry Hon, he won’t be home until at least 5pm.
You’re welcome to wait though, if you’d like.
You can go downstairs if you’d like and wait for him.” “Sure, if it’s not a problem.” “Of course not.” Casey went down to the basement, and looked around for something to do.
He knew Greg had a stash of porn somewhere.
If he could just find them that would be perfect.
He looked around and eventually stumbled onto the them hidden in a drawer.
He slid one in the DVD player and was about to turn it on when he thought he should check to see where Greg’s mother was.
He looked up the stairs just as the phone started to ring.
Once she answered he knew he was good to go.
He knew that Susan could talk for hours on the phone, so his chance of being disturbed was very slim.
Soon Casey was watching a really hot three-way between a guy and a couple of hot women.
The sex between the three of them was amazing, with the girls going down on one another while the guy watched and jacked off.
Taking another look upstairs and hearing Susan was still on the phone he closed the door, took out his cock and started jacking off as he watched the action on TV.
He was really getting into it and didn’t hear Susan as she came down stairs to see if Casey wanted a soda.
The door wasn’t closed all the way so when she opened it there wasn’t any sound.
Casey was too absorbed in his masturbation to notice anyway.
Susan froze when she saw Casey stroking his cock as he watched the porn on TV.
She probably should have screamed and thrown him out of the house, but his cock was so big.
All she could think about was that her husbands cock wasn’t even half that size and definitely not as thick.
As she watched Casey continue to stroke his cock she felt her nipples getting hard and a growing dampness between her legs.
It had been quite some time since she felt this kind of arousal.
Her husband hardly ever made love to her anymore so needless to say it didn’t take much to get her aroused.
Watching Casey and the action on TV Susan felt a burning desire to touch herself.
She knew it was wrong yet she just couldn’t fight the urge no matter how hard she tried.
She lifted her skit and started rubbing her pussy though her panties as she watched Casey continue stroking his cock.
Her pussy was on fire as she stood there rubbing her pussy through her panties.
She slipped her hand down the front of her panties, her fingers sliding through her pussy fur and onto her mound.
Her pussy was even wetter than she had realized and her lips were awash in her juices.
Still oblivious to her presence, Casey kept masturbating as Susan slipped her middle finger between her pussy lips.
Her finger slid easily between her wet lips and the sensations that shot through her body were amazing.
She had almost forgotten how good it felt to pleasure herself.
With her arousal taking over her common sense she added another finger into her pussy.
She began wiggling her fingers around inside her pussy as the feelings of pleasure shooting through her increased.
Susan was so into her masturbation that she forgot herself and moaned slightly.
That’s when Casey turned his head around and saw his best friends mom off to the side with her fingers down the front of her panties.
Her eyes flew opened the minute she realized what she had done.
She saw Casey staring at her with a wide grin on his face and his cock still in his hand.
For a second Susan was speechless not knowing what to say.
Finally she pulled her fingers from her panties saying, Casey I’m so sorry.
I don’t know what got into me.
Please forgive me!” “Forgive you….why? For doing what comes naturally, and what feels good? There’s no need to apologize.
I hope you don’t take this wrong because I’d never forgive myself if I were to offend you.
It’s just that you are a really hot lady and you should never be ashamed of anything.” Susan was shocked but at the same time flattered beyond words.
Again she was speechless, but finally managed a thank you.
She though for a moment.
“You know my husband doesn’t do much with me sexually anymore and I guess the sight of you, and seeing how big you are….well it just made me so hot that I lost all control of my senses.” “No you didn’t.
That’s what I was trying to say.
You shouldn’t have to apologize for doing what feels natural.
If your husband isn’t satisfying you then shame on him.
If I had a wife as hot as you I’d be fucking you every night and then some.” Susan blushed, but Casey’s words made her feel beautiful.
She thanked Casey again.
“You are wise beyond your years young man, and quite the smooth talker.
We both know I’m 42, so I can’t see why a young man like you would be interested in me.” “Age doesn’t mean anything but attitude does.
I’d love to see your naked body.
You forget I’ve seen you in your bikini and you’re hot as hell so don’t give me that age stuff.
You say you like my cock, then why don’t you come over here and get a closer look.
We’ve got a long time before anyone comes home.” Susan stared at Casey’s cock as he started stroking it again.
She wanted to go over, and get a closer look alright.
It was as if something was pushing her as she stepped over to where Casey was sitting.
As she drew close he stood up, his cock standing straight out in front of him.
He looked into her brown eyes saying, “Go ahead…touch it.
You know you want to.” He was right…
she did.
Susan slowly reached out, and took Casey’s cock in her hand.
“It’s so hot and hard,” she whispered.
“I know.
Don’t just hold it….
stroke it…
kiss it….
suck it.
Do what ever you want to with it.
I won’t mind.” While Susan thought about what she was going to do, Casey made a bold move pulling her closer to him and kissing her.
Their kiss was tentative at first, but as their kiss lingered Susan felt herself slowly giving in to Casey’s advances.
Casey slipped his tongue between Susan’s lips and started kissing her as passionately as he could.
He could feel her giving in more and more with each passing moment and he could feel her starting to squeeze his cock and then start stroking it.
His next move was to pull her blouse from her skirt and unbutton it slowly so as not to startle her.
Then he pushed it off her shoulders and unhooked her bra letting it fall away as well.
Then he looked down at her breasts.
They were even better than he had imagined and her nipples were rock hard.
Casey pulled her down onto the couch and started caressing her breasts, running his fingers over her nipples as she sat there still a little nervous.
He could see her barriers starting to weaken.
Casey stared kissing her again, working his way down her neck to her breasts, where she took her left nipple into his mouth and started flicking it with his tongue and then sucking it.
Susan responded by squeezing his cock harder, and jacking him off faster.
He pushed her back onto the couch caressing and sucking her nipples listening to her moan as she worked his magic.
Now it was time for the next step as he slid his hand under her skirt and began inching his was up her leg toward her pussy.
He was met with a little resistance at first, but as his hand move over to her inner thigh Susan actually parted her legs giving him better access to her pussy.
Casey could feel the heat emanating from Susan’s pussy as his fingers moved along her lace panties.
She moaned and pulled his face to her breast, as Casey cupped her mound in his hand, and started rubbing her pussy through her panties.
Susan was soon undulating her hips and cooing softly.
Casey knew that she was all his as he moved down onto his knees in front of Susan.
He lifted her skirt and pulled her panties off holding them to his nose as he took in her aroma.
Then he tossed them aside as well lowering his head and began kissing his way up her thighs.
Susan gasp when he was within inches of her pussy asking, Casey…what are you doing?” “Getting ready to taste you beautiful pussy.” “Oh my Frank never does that.
He says it’s nasty?” “Pardon me but your husband is a fool or a liar.
Your pussy is beautiful and I bet it tastes even better.
You have had someone go down on you, right?” Hanging her head Susan said, “Not since college.” Casey looked at her.
“Well then you’re way overdue for having you’re pussy licked.
Now sit back and get ready to cum like you haven’t cum in a long time.” Casey lowered his head and began running his tongue over Susan’s thick, swollen lips listening to her gasp and moan as he parted her folds and slid his tongue up and down her creamy pussy.
The more he licked her pussy the more Susan gasped and moaned.
It was obvious she was loving every second of it as she grabbed his head and scooted down spreading her legs even farther apart.
Her pussy was so aroused it was oozing juices like a broken dam.
The more he licked her pussy the hotter she got, thrusting her hips upward and squealing.
Casey slipped as many fingers as he could into her pussy while taking her clit into his mouth and sucking it.
Susan had to grab a pillow and place it over her face as she screamed out in passion.
Her entire body shook she started cumming so hard from Casey fingering her pussy and sucking her clit.
Once her orgasm subsided she looked at Casey glassy eyed saying, “Fuck me Casey…
Fuck me.
I want it all.
It’s been to long, and I’ve never had a cock as big as yours in my pussy!” Casey laid Susan down on the couch, and maneuvered himself around aiming his cock at her hot pussy.
She raised her left leg resting it on the top of the sofa as Casey eased his cock into her pussy.
As his cock filled her pussy inch by inch Susan moaned and begged him to fuck her.
Once he was deep inside her pussy Casey started fucking her.
He started slowly at first allowing her to get used to his girth but once he thought she was ready, Casey started slamming his cock into her pussy listening to her squeal and moan.
Casey continued slamming Susan’s pussy as she reached up, and started squeezing her breasts and twisting her nipples between her fingers.
She had lost all her inhibitions and was enjoying the fucking of her life.
Suddenly she squealed out and started cumming as her entire body shook with an orgasm.
Casey then suggested that they try another position having her lay over the arm of the sofa so he could ease his cock into her pussy from that angle.
As she leaned over the arm of the couch, Casey eased his cock between her cheeks assuring her that was all he was going to do.
He began sliding his cock between Susan’s ass cheeks as she tried squeezing them trapping his cock between them.
The feeling of his cock between her cheeks, and his hard shaft rubbing against her asshole was making her even more aroused.
Finally Casey moved his cock down, and slid the head into her pussy until he was all the way in.
Once he was in Casey started fucking her again.
On a whim Casey slapped her ass with each down stroke.
To both their surprise Susan loved having her ass slapped.
Soon she was saying, “Oh Casey…
slap my ass Hon…
slap it….
slap it hard!” Casey continued slapping Susan’s sexy ass as he rammed his cock deep into her pussy over and over again as she squealed and moaned.
The harder he slapped her ass the more she loved it.
Her pussy was a lot tighter than Casey had expected which made him want her all the more.
It wasn’t long before Casey felt his balls tighten and start to burn.
Susan must have sensed his impending orgasm, telling him to cum on her ass.
At the very last second Casey pulled out and shot his load over Susan’s hot ass.
He watched as some of his cum oozed between her cheeks while massaging the rest of it into her ass with his cock.
Once they were finished she knelt down, and sucked the remaining cum from Casey cock.
“Thank you Sweetie,” she murmured, “this was just amazing.
Never would I have imagined anything as hot as this.” “Well I just want you to know that you were the best fuck I’ve ever had and I’m not just saying so to make you feel good.
I’d love to get together with you again if you want to.” “Really?” “Of course.
You know it’s about time you start believing in yourself and know that you are one hot woman.” Susan hugged him.
“If you’re serious, and I believe you are we do have another opportunity coming this weekend.
My husband and Greg are leaving Friday evening to go look at college up north, and they won’t be back until late Sunday evening or early Monday.
Would you like to come over Friday?” “I’ll be here.
I’ll see you then.” Susan smiled kissing Casey again before he left for home.
She couldn’t wait until Friday came along and she and Casey could have some more hot sex.
Fucking Married – Part 1
Fucking Married – Part 1 Chase is a dirty little slut who loves fucking I didn t know he was married the first time I fucked him.
I was waitressing in a bar and he was out with friends, drinking.
It wasn t that late; early evening, in fact.
He was so handsome.
Tall and chiselled, broad shoulders, smouldering eyes.
He struck up conversation while I was serving them drinks.
He was the whole package charming too.
He told me his name was Paul and that if he had his way he would have my number before he left that night.
Some men just have a way to fluster a girl.
He was one of those men.
When he left, he came right up close to me, so I could feel my breasts against him, and he whispered in my ear Thanks for servicing us.
He then presumptuously bent down and kissed my earlobe.
He had to bend down, as I am far shorter than he is.
When I shivered, and placed my hand on his chest and whispered into his neck, My pleasure sir, we had an intense moment of breath It s the only way I can explain how the room disappeared around us and we were in one another s space so intensely.
He whispered again, When is your break? I whispered back, In 10 minutes.
I could feel his lips smile against my cheek.
I ll wait out back for you then, was all he had to say to have me hooked.
I ve always fancied myself a dirty little slut.
Chance sexual encounters turn me on.
I obviously exuded these signals, as I often find myself available to just these situations.
When I walked out the back door, he was standing against a slick silver Jag, carelessly smoking a cigarette.
I walked up to him and took his cigarette, taking a deep drag from it before throwing it on the ground.
He had the sexiest smile.
He grabbed me by the ass and pulled me in for the first kiss.
A hard, passionate, tongue-probing kiss; dirty, just the way I like it.
I remember pressing myself against his crotch hard.
I couldn t waste time, I was on a smoke break.
I wanted to fuck.
He sensed my urgency.
He picked me up and held me against the cool metal of the car.
Pulling my panties to one side he inserted his fingers into my cunt.
I was already wet and sticky.
He rubbed my clit with his thumb, and smirked as I squirmed and moaned my satisfaction.
But this was wasting time.
Fuck me I told him.
To which he obliged.
His cock was enormous.
Not big, not huge enormous! The biggest I ve ever had.
It was a bit of a shock at first but that didn t stop him from pounding hard into my tight pussy.
I was gushing in mere seconds.
He had to hold me up so I didn t fall onto the floor.
It didn t take him long either.
I felt his hot load fill me up, and his cock pulsate as it released the hot sticky cum deep inside me.
Leaning against me, leaning against the car, we both heaved for breath for a few minutes.
Then he said What was your name again? Chase? How about that number now I d like you to meet my wife.
What the fuck? I had never had that happen to me before.
It knocked the wind out of my sails a bit but I did give him my number; I wanted to feel that enormous cock again and I just hoped he was joking about the wife part.
That he was married suited me just fine, in fact, as it meant no commitment expectations.
I liked fucking too much and a variety of fucks, at that.
I was not a one man type of gal.
I didn t wait for his call or anything.
Like I said, my sexual needs are always met.
When I want sex, I find sex.
I m open to it and always seem to be satisfied.
When he called though, I was glad.
Excited, even It s always dirtier when the man you re fucking is cheating on his wife.
I eagerly agreed to meet him again at a hotel room, in his car and a few more times in the back alley after drinks with his friends.
You are a promiscuous little slut.
I find you delectable.
I wonder just how adventurous you re willing to get? Paul said to me one evening while we were smoking a cigarette in the back alley after another mind blowing fuck session.
You never know, baby…
I might just surprise you, I cheekily replied.
My sweetheart I think you might just surprise yourself,” he said and left it at that.
He was interesting, this one.
I couldn t help but wonder where this was all going.
That is, until I got a call from his wife.
Hello is this Chase? she asked.
Yes, that s me, I replied.
Hi, Chase.
This is Tam.
I m Paul s wife.
I got your number off his phone.
I was quiet for a second and then quickly replied, Paul? Who s Paul? She laughed on the other side of the phone, Don t worry, hun I m not phoning cause I m busting you.
I know Paul fucks other people.
I believe you are his flavour of the month.
I just like to meet his girls.
She really didn t sound angry at all.
Again, what the fuck? This was a very weird relationship.
She told me how they have always been open.
She fucks other people, too.
Their only rule is that they are honest with each other about it.
He had told her about all our meetings in great detail , she told me, but didn t actually repeat the detail back to me, thank God.
I don t get shy easily but this made me shy….
……….
to be continued ……….
Assistance From The Nurses (Part One: Katie, The Night Nurse)
Assistance From The Nurses (Part One: Katie, The Night Nurse) After surgery, a very kind night nurse, helps me out in a very suprising way! View Author’s Copyright Information This is part one of a two-part story.
As with my other stories, it would be difficult to “dress them up” with innacuracies just to make them more tantalizing to read, and still stay true to actual events.
I hope you enjoy.
Unfortunately (I can t get into specifics) I had recently injured my lower leg, at work.
Besides being very painful, it required an ambulance trip to emergency, a lot of pain killers and then, after a trip home, a trip back to the hospital for surgery.
This particular hospital was close to my work location, but also happened to be within a very large retirement community.
Most of the patients were in their senior years.
It was a couple of hours from my home, so not a quick trip for friends and family to visit either The benefit to me, was that I got a lot of attention from the nurses, if they were not busy with their regular duties.
They seemed to enjoy having a virile younger man for a patient.
Skip ahead to the day of surgery (which was supposed to be a day surgery ) then to the pre-op meeting with the anesthesiologist.
He was explaining that there were two types of anaesthesia he could use; the regular anaesthesia or a spinal anaesthetic.
To simplify, the spinal controlled post-op pain better, but required an overnight stay.
It was late, and I d had a lot of morphine already, which was not controlling the pain anymore.
They checked for bed availability and I decided to go for the spinal.
It seemed like a sensible decision.
The insertion was quite uncomfortable but quick and the spinal anaesthetic worked very well.
I was given some sleepy gas and was out of surgery into recovery before I could remember anything.
I had fleeting memories of being moved from surgery to a room.
Very much like tunnel vision.
I wasn t grasping much in the way of meaningful details.
I do finally remember waking in my darkened hospital room.
I was in and out of consciousness but was aware of people coming in and out of my room, to wake and disturb me.
I got roused quite a bit for blood pressure checks and other tests.
That night was destined not to be a restful one.
I was in the far end of, what later I d learn, was a two-bed hospital room with a dull peach ceiling to floor curtain, separating my bed from any view of the main hall or adjacent patient.
I had an electric bed with a lot of switches, which allowed the patient to adjust the incline of the bed.
My night nurse was called, Katie.
I d describe her as slim but with nice hips and curves in all the right places.
She wore fitted, black pants and a long-sleeved, olive-coloured shirt.
She was cute, in an earthy kind of way.
Nice brown, straight, shoulder-length hair, very little (if any) make up but a pretty and kind face.
She wandered in and out of my room, checking attentively, as I tried to force my eyes to stay open.
I was hooked up to an I.V.
tower, with a large bag of saline solution.
As I gradually woke up, it didn t take long for me to notice, that my bladder was full, and I needed to go pee.
I looked at the time, it was only 5:00 am! Nurse Katie returned, smiling brightly, noticing now that I was more fully awake.
I m Katie, and I m your night nurse.
How are you feeling? Do you have any pain? She inquired, with a positive intonation, in her hushed voice.
I m good, I think, I answered smiling back.
I surveyed my position in the bed, looking at the I.V.
hookup, blood pressure cuff and pulse sensor on my finger.
I was definitely hooked up to a lot of stuff.
I don t feel any pain But I think I have to go pee! I said quietly and with some urgency to my voice.
Oh, okay! She answered.
It sounded like the nurse was glad I was interested in getting up.
I have to get another blood pressure check, and record some readings, then I will get a portable tower for your I.V.
so you can go to the bathroom.
It seemed to take ever so long for her to return and complete the necessary tests.
Then, much to my dismay, again she left, for what seemed like an ages, before returning to transfer the I.V to a portable tower.
Finally, Katie walked in slowly and looked at me apologetically, Oh, I m so sorry! We have to get you to the bathroom! Yes, I m about to burst! I said quietly.
Within minutes, she was back with a four wheeled I.V.
stand and she transferred the I.V.
bag from the electrically-controlled flow stand.
Okay, we ll get you up, she explained, as she dropped the side of the bed rail.
Make sure you let me help you.
Don t try and stand on your own! Katie walked over to the far side of my room, picking up my crutches and placing them in my hands.
Okay let me help you, Katie slid me forward.
As I slid forward, my skimpy hospital gown, rode up, completely exposing my genitals.
I looked up to see the nurse looking down.
Honestly, I didn t really care.
I just wanted to get to the bathroom, as soon as possible! The bathroom was right next to my bed at the end of the room ‘Fortunately!’ I thought to myself, with the urgent pressure in my bladder.
I clumsily negotiated myself and the crutches, towards the bathroom door, while the nurse respectfully held the open back of my hospital gown closed.
Katie held open, the bathroom door.
Do you need help? She asked kindly, as she pushed the I.V.
stand behind me.
No, I think I m all right.
I replied, too confidently, as I shuffled and banged my way around in the bathroom.
I was unable to stand steadily, so I sat down on the toilet and tried to pee.
It wasn t working! The pressure in my bladder was very uncomfortable, but no matter how hard and how long I pushed, nothing was coming out! I pushed and pushed and PUSHED! No pee and the only side effect of all that pushing was that my cock was getting big and hard.
I looked at it, puzzled for a moment and stroked it lightly, assuming that might be enough to help me pee.
It felt nice.
In fact it felt very nice.
Stroking my cock was momentarily distracting, but did not aid my ability to pee.
I tried and tried.
Still I was unsuccessful at going pee.
So, I gathered myself up, flushed the toilet and washed my hands.
I bumped into the bathroom door and pushed it open, where nurse Katie was waiting.
Were you able to go? She asked, in a caring voice.
No! I shook my head, as I turned my crutches toward the bed, frustrated.
I turned and plopped my butt on the edge of the bed.
Don t worry, it s very normal, with the spinal anesthetic.
It takes a while for the numbing to wear off Katie informed me.
You may need a catheter, but first we ll have to do a bladder scan.
She looked at me with a pouty frown.
“Bladder scan, what s that?” I wondered to myself.
Quickly my nurse was back, with a small machine on a roller stand.
Can I get you to lay back and raise the back of your bed a little? She requested, while going through the process of getting the machine ready.
She gooped a bunch of clear gel onto the corded end of the sensor, which was about the size of an electric shaver then set it in the holster.
Okay, let s have a look.
Katie commented, as she pulled down the blanket, lifted up the hospital gown and completely exposed me! I hoped that I wasn t still erect, but I was afraid to look down.
This is going to feel a little cool! She said, as she pressed the sensor onto the skin of my lower abdomen.
The machine made clicking sounds as Katie pushed it around my lower abdomen, across my pubic bone and just above my cock! I didn t say anything, pretending that it did not bother me.
On the inside though, I was feeling quite embarrassed and exposed.
Yes, your bladder is really full.
Close to one litre! She commented, with a sense of urgency.
I ll have to get a catheter.
Katie placed the handset back on to the scanner cart and walked, with a sense of purpose, out of my room.
I was resigned to the fact that the catheter was inevitable.
I was feeling so full and could not pee.
I just needed some relief.
In seconds, she was back.
She closed the drapes again and pulled my blanket down, exposing my turgid cock.
She lubed up the catheter with some white creamy stuff from the kit and gripped the tip of my cock.
This will feel a little unusual.
She remarked, trying to ease my apprehension.
The catheter felt okay at first, then I grimaced.
Owwww! I moaned quietly, as the tube burned deep in my urethra.
Sorry! She said, as she slid it in further.
The tube stopped moving, but I could feel no drainage.
Katie pressed harder, but it wasn t going any further.
She was getting a little concerned.
Oh I ve hit the prostate! She exclaimed.
Can I get you to bear down? She looked me in the eye, as she asked me to push.
I pushed and pushed.
It didn t hurt, but the side effect was that my cock was getting really hard again.
Finally the tube slid past the prostate and into my bladder.
There, that s in! Katie sounded relieved, as she placed the clear plastic drainage tray between my thighs.
“It s sometimes a problem, and your prostate is quite full.” Maybe it s enlarged? I suggested.
No, it s common, Katie reassured as she left through the curtains again.
Finally! I felt a rush of relief as my bladder emptied.
It did seem rather tenuous, that she left a big open plastic tray, where my urine was draining.
I looked down, being careful not to shift my legs and spill it s contents.
I relaxed as best as I could under the circumstances.
I didn t want the tray to spill! Katie strode back into my room and slid through the drapes.
She removed the full tray and asked, How are you feeling now? Better! I answered, smiling, Definitely not as full! This won t feel as bad coming out as it did when it went in, the nurse remarked, as she held my cock and drew the catheter out, slowly.
It did not hurt.
I did kind of like the feeling of her cradling my cock.
I tightened my PC muscles as the tube came out.
It made my cock twinge a little in Katie s hand.
Surprisingly, she did not let go right away.
Katie just cradled my semi-erect cock in her palm, as if she were weighing it! Just as unexpectedly, she let go of my penis.
I ll be back in a minute! She said enthusiastically, as she disposed of the excess equipment and packaging.
Katie gathered up the urine tray, and left.
The skies were starting to brighten outside, although it was still very early in the morning.
There were hardly any sounds in the ward.
I could hear nurse Katie s voice off in the distance, like she was talking to someone.
Then it stopped.
Within a few seconds, I heard steps coming into my room and nurse Katie walked through my curtains.
She closed them tightly behind her.
So your prostate is also quite full, Katie noted.
It might feel better if I drained it, she suggested, without waiting for an answer.
I can do that, for you, if you like? She asked, hushing her voice somewhat.
Umm, I guess so? I answered, slightly puzzled.
I knew what a prostate was but I didn t know if this was going to mean another catheter insertion or not.
I was more than a little nervous.
Ok, Katie said in a hushed voice.
She raised the head of my bed up a little more, so I could see what she was doing and then lifted up my hospital gown.
She pulled down the blanket, and I could see that my cock was still quite engorged.
I wondered if it was a side effect of the anesthetic? There was a large drop of semen-coloured lubricant at the tip of my cock, left over from the catheter insertion.
She was fiddling by the scanner cart and I saw that she had the tube of lubricant.
I was expecting that the next thing I would see was another catheter.
Instead, she squeezed out a long string of lubricant along the length of my cock.
I was in awe as she used her finger tips to spread the lubricant over the surface of my shaft.
She stroked my penis gently.
Try to relax! She whispered, looking into eyes and smiling kindly.
I didn t say a word, but the sensations of pleasure were amazing.
Whatever effect the anesthetic was having, it certainly did not dampen the sensations in my cock.
My penis jumped to an ultra hard erection immediately.
The veins were bulging so much, it looked like it was going to burst! Katie moved her petite hand up and down quickly.
She stroked the full length of my cock from base to tip.
The lubricant made slopping sounds with each quick stroke.
I barely had time to take in all of the sights, when I felt the beginnings of an impending orgasm.
I tightened my ab muscles and thrust my cock into nurse Katie s hand.
She was sensing my orgasm, but instead of forcing it, she took her thumb and forefinger, circling, just below the ridge in my glans, and kind of did this light flicking or brushing of the skin there.
I felt it.
Lightly, very lightly; flick, flick, flick.
It was marvelous! For a second, it felt like my orgasm was going to wane, but then a sudden surge of blood rushed into my cock.
Mffffftttt! I squeezed my lips together, trying not to yell! A huge wad of cum shot straight up into the air.
This was fucking amazing! Katie directed my cock forward.
I bit my tongue, as rope after rope of stringy cum shot onto my chest and my clenching, thrusting ab muscles.
Ohhhh! I gasped in a half whisper, as Katie used her other hand to give my balls a firm squeeze, with the last oozing of cum dribbling down my cock.
I looked down as my orgasm subsided.
There was A LOT OF CUM! I guess she was right, I thought, smiling to myself.
My prostate was full! There, that should feel better! Katie remarked in a rather business-like way.
She cleaned me up with some moist wipes, and then dried me off.
I just smiled at her kindly as she covered me with the gown and blanket Now you have time for a nap before breakfast! She smiled back.
Katie left the room, pushing the cart which held the bladder scanner.
That was the last I would see of Nurse Katie.
I dozed off, but seem to remember her saying something about nurse Sharon, a day nurse.
A Chat With Maxine Part 2
A Chat With Maxine Part 2 The confessions continue until we have to go to bed and wank.
Debbie said that when I first started chatting to her, I teased.
Did she? Max asked a little concerned.
Not really, she was already shagging a guy she d met on the Internet when I got in touch with her.
I used to be at school with her and found her on Friends Reunited.
I never really liked her much at school, she was always a bit prim and proper and I was more interested in girls that would suck my cock! We started off with email then Yahoo chat; just reminiscing about school and people we knew.
One night she came on Yahoo quite late and she was obviously drunk.
We started talking about sex and revealed our deepest secrets to each other.
The one where you wanted your bottom shagging? Max laughed.
Actually it was her fantasy to dress in leather and bugger a bloke.
She had seen a programme on Channel 4 about it and the idea turned her on.
She had already got the fetish gear and the strap on because she runs Anne Summers parties for a living.
Her husband wanted nothing to do with it though.
He sounds like a bit of a knob to be honest; he s more interested in football than his wife.
Her confession made me realise that I d love to have that done to me.
At that point I wasn t really playing with my bum when I wanked and my girlfriend at the time didn t want anything to do with it.
How long ago is this? Max said.
Four years since I first emailed her from Friends Reunited to say hi.
We ve been shagging for two years.
I think we started talking about sex after a year or so of the odd email every couple of weeks and started chatting on Yahoo after 18 months when she gave up work to do the Anne Summers thing full time and bought herself a laptop.
I guess she was lonely at home all day.
So you offered your services? Max laughed.
I said I was willing to play with her if she was willing to cheat on her husband.
That s when I found out she was having an affair anyway.
That guy didn t like the idea of her being a dominatrix as he was quite dominant in bed himself.
Then she had to come down here on business and I went to see her at her hotel.
We drank quite a lot in the bar; just chatting about nothing really then she invited me up to her room.
I told her to go up first and get changed then send me a text message.
I had another pint while I waited.
I remember I was sweating with nerves and my heart was beating really hard.
The phone beeped and I almost cried out loud and spilt my beer! I laughed.
And? Max said excitedly.
I got the lift up to her room and knocked on the door.
She opened it wearing a leather biker jacket, leather mini skirt, fishnets and calf length boots.
She s quite a small woman, I think she s 5 3 and takes a size 10 dress but she looked a lot taller in the leather.
She told me to come in and strip down to my underpants.
I almost ripped my clothes off I was so eager.
I got down to my underpants and she made me kneel on the floor in front of her.
I stopped and took a drink of beer, excited remembering how sexy Debbie had looked in the leather and how I d nearly cum in my pants with excitement! Go on, Max said, obviously excited too.
She unzipped the jacket and let it fall to the ground.
She was wearing a tight fitting PVC body suit underneath.
It had covers over the boobs with poppers so you could expose them.
Next she unzipped the mini skirt and pushed it down her body revealing the body suit had a popper cover over her fanny and the fishnets were tights.
She was also wearing a harness with a vaculock fitting on it.
Oh, I saw them on the web site! Max said.
She slowly turned around, letting me look at her but slapped my hands away when I tried to touch her.
She reached into a bag on the bed and brought out a pair of leather handcuffs and tied my hands behind my back then rummaged around again and pulled out a dildo.
It was fairly long and tapered to a slim tip.
She fastened it on to the harness and posed with it.
She d hardly said a word since I d walked in to the room and the tension was really erotic.
She moved in front of me and grabbed my hair, forcing me to take the dildo into my mouth and suck it.
She pushed it quite deep into my mouth and I choked a little but she didn t stop fucking my mouth.
Eventually she pulled it out and told me to get up and bend over the bed.
I ended up face down on the bed with my arse in the air.
My hands were still tied behind me remember so I was fairly helpless.
She spanked my arse quite hard for a while then I felt something wet and cold dribble on my bum.
She used her fingers to rub the lubricant over my arsehole and roughly pushed two fingers into me making me groan with pleasure.
Did it hurt? Max asked her eyes wide.
Not at all thanks to the lube she d just spread all over me.
Her tiny fingers probably helped too thinking about it! I laughed.
Go on! Max said impatiently.
She finger fucked me for a couple of minutes, again not saying anything at all, then I felt her fingers withdraw and her legs pressing against mine.
I remember the fishnets felt rough on my skin.
I felt her guide the tip of the rubber cock to my arsehole, one hand pulling my arse cheeks apart so she could get in there.
The slim tip pushed straight into me and she slowly pushed the entire length up my arse, not stopping until her hips were pushing hard against my bum.
I remember letting out a long breath and moaning as I felt the dildo in my bum.
It felt a hundred times better than a finger.
Debbie raked her nails down my back and started to fuck me, pulling the dildo about half way out and then slamming it back into me hard and fast.
My cock was rock hard and brushing against the bed as she fucked me and Debbie was breathing hard.
I felt myself building up to cum even though I couldn t touch my cock and whispered a warning to Debbie.
She pulled the cock out of me and slapped my bum three times warning me that I was not allowed to cum until she told me to.
Cool.
I ve always wanted to be able to do that! Max whispered.
She pulled me off the bed and turned me over so I was on my back with my bum at the edge of the bed.
My cock was flat on my belly with precum leaking out of it.
Debbie spread my legs and pushed the dildo back into my arse and started fucking me again.
My hands were trapped underneath me and my cock was bouncing on my belly as she thrust into me.
She pulled the covers off her boobs and started playing with her nipples as she watched my cock bouncing around.
She must have fucked me like that for about five minutes, all the time I could see she was building up to an orgasm.
Her face and neck were flushed and she was breathing hard.
She was pulling her nipples and twisting them as she thrust into me.
Finally she cried out as she came and collapsed on top of me, her face just above my cock.
The dildo slipped out of my arse with a wet plop sound and she slowly sank to her knees on the floor below me breathing hard.
I managed to get up and knelt beside her asking if she was OK.
She pushed me away from her and undid the handcuffs then led me to a chair and made me sit down.
She undid the harness and dropped it to the floor then ripped the cover off her pussy revealing that the fishnet tights were crotch less.
She straddled me and sank my cock into her cunt then fucked me hard and fast.
She pushed my hands to her bum and kissed me, forcing her tongue into my mouth.
I grabbed her bum, squeezing her cheeks through the PVC and forced her on to my cock as hard as I could.
I didn t last much longer than a minute before I shot my load inside her.
She hoped off and lay back on the bed, demanding that I eat her out.
I got between her legs and licked my cum from her cunt and made her cum again, I finished.
Wow, what a night! Max said, her neck flushed red with excitement.
That was just the start.
We took it easy for an hour then she fucked me again with the dildo.
This time she was naked and on top of me with my legs bent way back.
She wanked me off while I bit her nipples.
When her knees started hurting doing that I asked her to lie on her back and rode the dildo wanking myself off and cumming all over her tits.
Once again she made me lick my own cum up.
Had you tasted it before? Max asked suddenly.
Yes, I tried it when I first started wanking and I d licked a couple of girls out after cumming in them.
I admitted.
Was that it for the night then? Max asked.
Yes, we slept after that and then had a very nice shag first thing in the morning.
That s kind of been the pattern since then.
We meet up, have a drink, and go to the room.
Debbie dresses up and fucks me with a dildo in all kinds of positions.
We make each other cum.
In the morning we wake up together, shag for an hour or so then go our separate ways.
The only time that was different was when I met her when I d been to a meeting near where she lives.
We went to her place and I lifted her skirt, ripped her knickers off, bent her over the kitchen table and fucked her as hard as I could.
She was demanding that I fuck her harder so I poured olive oil over my cock and shoved it up her arse and made her scream! I grinned.
Jesus, that sounds brutal! Max said.
She loved it.
It made her cum three times before I shot my load in her.
I laughed, I m not a total shit.
It was something we d discussed doing when we were chatting on Yahoo.
She d had anal sex before when she was younger and never really got off on it and wanted to try it again.
She also thought she would enjoy it more in a rape fantasy scenario so I fulfilled her fantasy, I said.
I can t imagine Matt ever doing something like that.
To him spontaneous means we leave the light on and do it on a weekday! Max smiled, Do you think I need to have an affair? That s not my choice and it wouldn t be fair for me to tell you what to do.
My longest relationship has been 5 months so I have no idea how to make a relationship work! I laughed.
We drank our drinks in a comfortable silence for a minute.
So what is the kinkiest thing you consider you ve done? I asked Max.
Dressing up and masturbating in front of the mirror is fairly kinky isn t it? Max replied.
With someone, not on your own.
I teased, Matt s not your only lover is he? Not quite.
I had two one night stands at Uni and went out with another guy for six months when I graduated.
None of them were particularly kinky although Ben, the guy I went out with, did like it when I sat on him and played with my clit and boobs as I shagged him.
Max said.
I need a wank! I said suddenly then realised I d said it out loud.
So do I! Max laughed, I wish I had my rabbit with me.
There s one in my bedroom! I answered.
Why? Max asked.
Joanne owns it, I clarified.
Max looked at me, her cheeks flushed, and appeared to reach a decision.
I d like to borrow it please.
Would you.
Errm.
Would you like to.
I mean, if you want, would you like to watch, Max stuttered.
I would love to watch you.
I smiled.
I d often fantasised about watching Max masturbate.
Actually I d often fantasised about doing all kinds of kinky things with Max! Max was bright red and breathing hard with excitement and nerves but stood up and followed me into my bedroom.
I opened the top drawer in my bedside cabinet and took out my toy collection.
I had the rabbit vibrator, a long set of Thai beads, a stepped butt plug that starts off thin but gets thicker in graduations and a g-spot massager that I use when I have a wank as it works with body movement.
You can stick it in and enjoy the sensations without having to contort yourself into a position where you can push it in and out.
Finally I dropped a bottle of water based lube on the bed.
Max looked at the toys on the bed nervously but didn t move.
I changed the lighting so the room was darker and put some music on.
Do you want me to leave? I asked when I realised Max was still standing looking at the bed.
No, I really want to do this.
I just don t know how to start! Max replied.
How about we take some clothing off? I said.
OK, Max said not moving.
I pulled my t-shirt over my head, undid my jeans and slid them off leaving me in my boxer shorts.
I sat on the bed and tried not to stare at Max as she slowly undid her skirt and let it fall to the ground.
She was wearing a black thong, black hold up stockings and still had her high heeled, knee length boots on.
You have lovely legs, I commented then added, And a lovely bum! As Max bent over to pick her skirt off the floor.
Max smiled and pulled her top over her head revealing a matching black bra.
Should I leave my boots on? Max asked, Is that kinky? God yes! I laughed, I love a woman in stockings and boots! Max seemed to be relaxing a little now we were on the bed and semi naked.
She lay back on the pillows and slowly ran her hands up and down her body.
I was sat at the bottom of the bed with my back against the high baseboard watching her.
I put my hand over my hard cock and rubbed it gently through my underpants.
Tell me about shagging Joanne.
What does she like? Max said gently.
She s very submissive and likes to be told what to do.
Steve and I insist that she wears stockings and sexy shoes or boots on the nights we have threesomes and I insist that she wears stockings and boots when she comes over here.
As soon as she walks through the door she takes all her clothes off except her stockings and boots and we come in here to play with each other, I said gently.
Max was relaxing now and beginning to get into what her hands were doing.
I could see her nipples pressing against the semi-transparent material of her bra.
My erection was getting painful in my underpants so I slowly pushed them down my thighs, pulled my legs out of them and kicked them on to the floor.
I have a fairly big cock, not massive, but longer than average and quite thick.
Steve and Joanne were quite impressed when they first saw me naked.
Max opened her eyes and looked at my nakedness.
Her eyes went wide at the sight! Wow! She whispered, You re a lot bigger than Matt.
Thank you! I smiled, gently stroking my cock.
Tell me more about Joanne, Max said undoing her bra and slipping it off to reveal a pair of small, pert boobs with very pink hard nipples.
She has bigger boobs than you and she s a bit taller and fuller figured than you and Debbie.
You have lovely nipples by the way, I said.
Thank you! answered Max looking down at them, I ve always liked them.
I wrapped my fingers around my cock and began to slowly wank myself off watching Max play with her nipples with one hand and rub her pussy through her thong with the other.
Max opened her legs slightly and her right boot touched my left foot.
She rubbed it gently with the toe of her boot and smiled at me as she pushed her hand into her panties.
I breathed out, totally unaware that I d been holding my breath for the last few seconds after her boot touched me.
I shuffled over on the bed so I was sat directly opposite Max, positioning my feet so I was touching her booted feet.
I could see Max s hand moving away inside her knickers and began to wish that she d take them off so I could see her pussy.
Max has dark, auburn hair and I ve always wondered what colour her pubic hair is.
I couldn t see it because of her hand and the thong in the way.
I didn t want to ask though as it might break the tension and excitement in the room.
Eventually Max withdrew her hand and began to push her knickers down her thighs finally revealing her sparse, ginger pubic hair.
Max leant forward and pulled her knickers off then piled my pillows behind her and lay back again, opening her legs and rubbing her booted feet on my feet and lower legs again.
Her heels dug into me slightly as she did so and I yelped a bit in protest.
Did that hurt? Max asked grinning at me.
You did that on purpose! I said in mock outrage, You bitch! I love it when you talk dirty to me! Max laughed, gently rubbing my legs again with her heels, How does this work then? Max had picked up my g-spot massager.
It s a weird U shape with a bulbous dildo bit that goes up your bum, a bit that massages your perineum and a loop to enable you to pull it out.
It s hard to describe but once it s in place you can lay on your back and kind of rock your pelvis and the dildo presses against your prostate and sends you into a massive orgasm.
You stick that bit up your bum, that bit presses under your balls and when you move the whole thing massages your g-spot and gives you a massive orgasm, I explained badly.
Show me, Max said sitting up and handing me it.
I noticed she d totally lost all her inhibitions now we were both naked.
I put a blob of lubricant on my fingers and knelt on the bed facing Max.
I put my hands underneath me and found my anus then smeared the lube over the tight muscle.
Would you turn around so I can see please? Max asked quietly.
I smiled at her and turned around so I had my back to her.
I bent over and slowly slid my lubricated finger into my own arsehole.
Oh my God! Max exclaimed with delight as she watched me finger fuck my own bum.
Good or bad? I asked looking back at her.
Good.
Wow, no, really good.
Christ I never knew watching someone push a finger in their bum could be so sexy! Max said in a rush.
I poured a little more lube on the dildo and slowly pushed it into my arse as Max leaned forward to watch.
I moaned involuntarily as it stretched me and filled me.
Once it was in I turned around and sat back against the headboard, every movement making the dildo move inside me and making me shiver with pleasure.
Max was still leaning forward watching me.
I watched her small boobs wobble as she shuffled back into position and began to slowly wank myself off, moving my hips to press the dildo against my prostate.
You look really sexy in that outfit.
I smiled.
Max smiled back and opened her legs to give me a good look at her cunt.
Her boots slid along my legs again as she spread them wide and thrust her hips towards me giving me a quick, exciting, glimpse of her anus.
I gripped my cock a little harder and stroked my foreskin up and down as I watched Max tease me.
I opened my legs a little and shuffled down the bed so Max could see the dildo in my bum.
Oh god, that looks so sexy! Max sighed.
There are some anal beads there if you want to try, I offered.
Maybe later, Max replied picking up the rabbit and lying back on the bed, This is all new for me so I m going to stick with what I know.
I nodded and watched Max push the vibrating dildo into her pussy.
She was obviously soaking wet down there as the thick vibrator slid deep inside her first time.
She put her head back and moaned loudly as the vibrating prongs of the rabbits ears found her clit and began to work their magic.
Max used one hand to guide the vibrator about her clit, keeping it deep inside her, and the other hand stroked her body, sometimes stopping to pinch a nipple, sometimes rubbing her inner thigh, sometimes running through her hair as she fucked herself to orgasm with the vibrator.
Her legs moved on the bed as she moved her hips in time to her thrusts with the dildo and her boots slid over my legs, sometimes digging me with the heels which sent stabs of pain and pleasure up my legs to my cock.
I slowly wanked myself, shuddering a couple of times as the dildo in my bum gave me what I think of as small orgasms, but taking my time so I could watch Max.
Oh Christ! Max said throwing her head back and thrusting her hips off the bed as she reached orgasm.
Wow! I said softly as Max came for a second time, again thrusting her bum off the bed and giving me a lovely view of her clenched butt cheeks! Max went limp and lay on the bed panting, pulling the dildo out of her pussy and dropping it on the bed next to her.
I stroked her legs as far up as her knees with my feet as she slowly recovered from her orgasm.
I was tempted to let myself cum but decided to wait and see what Max would do next.
I wanted her to watch me cum.
Actually, I wanted her to help me cum in various ways but wasn t sure if she d be comfortable with any of the suggestions I had! Max lay on her back licking her lips and breathing heavily for another minute before she managed to pull herself upright again.
I missed the feel of her leather boots on my feet as she got off the bed and headed for the loo.
I wondered if she d suddenly sobered up and was embarrassed.
I was momentarily concerned for our friendship and my erection subsided.
I reached between my legs and pulled the dildo out of my bum with a wet plop.
I was just getting off the bed to check on Max when I heard the toilet flush and then Max was stood in the doorway again, still naked except for her stockings and boots.
Are you OK? I asked.
Yes, sorry about that.
Sometimes when I masturbate and cum hard I really need to pee straight after! Max said, I should have said something.
Now I ve ruined it for you! Continue reading A Chat With Maxine Part 3
Momma Knows Best..
Momma Knows Best..
Delilah works her magic on her son and his girlfriend…
View Author’s Copyright Information Lisa and mom were going at it strong as I sat on the edge of my bed.
There’s nothing sexier than two hot women in the sixty nine position licking and slurping each other like wild animals.
Unfortunately with only one vacancy, I was forced to fuck Lisa’s ass while mom looked on from underneath my balls! The mutual moaning and grunting sent us all over the edge and cum went flying everywhere! There had never been a more decadent moment in my life.
Was lightning going to strike me now? I slid off the bed and straight to the shower while mom and Lisa sat up and began making out.
I had no idea that Delilah Carr was so sexual, or so uninhibited.
What normal guy thinks of his mom that way anyway? Oh, right…I’m clearly not normal! To my knowledge, she had never been with another woman, although Lisa was more than experienced enough for the both of them.
The shower was hot and steamy when the girls slid the flimsy shower door open and stepped in over the edge of the tub.
The kissing began instantly as mom kissed Lisa who then kissed me then I kissed mom.
It was a dizzying experience that I will never forget.
I love you, baby.
I love you, mom! Lisa blurted out, Hey, no fair! Doesn t anyone love me? I grinned at mom and we said in unison, We do! Mom was tall and slender and Lisa being short discovered mom’s tits were at the perfect height for some serious sucking.
Naturally, that left moms plum lips available so we began making out very hard.
Lisa performed a sneak attack on my cock jacking me off with one hand, fingering mom’s pussy with the other, all the while sucking mom’s tits.
I was certain at that point that this would be the hottest sex I would ever have! Once again, the moaning gave way to five seconds of absolute calm, when all of us held our breath, then exploded in cries and groans.
I was sure it would wake up Mrs.
Hamilton in 406.
After an extremely thorough cleaning job complete with peach body wash, we stepped out one at a time.
Mother, being a mother, assumed the role of chief dryer and towel dried both Lisa and me.
We all slipped our clothes back on and went out to the kitchen where mom made margaritas.
Lisa and I snuggled on the sofa, exchanging soft kisses as mom looked on.
You kids make a cute couple.
So, what s the hold up? There it was.
The inevitable question that men hate coming from their mom, especially in front of their almost girlfriend.
Lisa and I said simultaneously, Oh, we re just friends! Mom walked in with the tray of margaritas and sat them on the coffee table that I had recently purchased from Goodwill.
She sipped hers and then lit her cigarette.
Delilah calmly exhaled over her shoulder and replied to Lisa, That s good.
You should always marry your best friend dear.
I did, and we have been very happy together.
Lisa, feeling a bit uncomfortable answered, Hey, look at the time.
I have to go, baby.
I start my new job at Hooters tonight.
She then leaned over and kissed me, then turned to mom and kissed her smoky lips.
I love you, momma, she stated clearly after a much longer kiss than I received.
I love you, too, baby girl.
We will get together again real soon.
I promise.” Oh, God momma.
Nothing would make me happier.
I have wanted you for so long.
She gave mom another warm kiss then stood and tilted her drink back, swallowing the last of her margarita.
At the door, Lisa turned back and smiled at us with a confused look on her face.
This really did happen, right? Then turned and walked out.
Mom took Lisa s spot on the sofa and laid her head on my shoulder.
Garrett, baby, we need to talk.
Then she dragged on her cigarette as if something was troubling her.
My mind raced at the possibilities.
Were we never going to be together this way again? Maybe something like, ‘I am a bisexual woman that has secret affairs with beautiful young girls like Lisa’? I was prepared for anything but what she actually said.
Now that we have crossed the line and now know each other in this way we can never go back to the way it was.
Huh? Maybe she hadn t heard me the thousand times that I told her I was in love with her since New Year s Eve.
The absolute last thing I wanted was for it to go back to the way it once was.
Mom, you don t understand.
I never want to go back.
I do understand, baby.
That s exactly my point.
Yes, I am your mother and that will never change.
But, I am also your lover now and because I am, we need to make a few minor adjustments.
Ok, like what? You must move from this horrible place.
I can t be seen coming and going at all hours of the day and night in this neighborhood.
That would make me look and feel trashy.
It was very clear that I was going to move whether I wanted to or not.
Ok, so what are you suggesting mom? There s a very nice one bedroom on the tenth floor that would be much more suitable and advantageous for us in our current situation.
The difference in rental prices between Greenwich Village and Park Avenue was mind boggling.
It boggled until Delilah quipped, Don t worry, baby, I have it covered.
You will pay nothing.
Not for the move, not for the helpers and not even the rent.
Daddy and I will pay for everything.
Well, how could I possibly refuse? NYU was still close by and, let s face it, Park Avenue was a much better address than the old 6th Avenue (now called the Avenue of the Americas) address I currently called home.
The Village was home to artists and intellectuals and I was neither.
Park Avenue was home to millionaires and billionaires and I that didn t exactly describe me either.
What I was, or who I was, I didn t really know.
All I knew that I was once again going to be pampered by my mother.
Now, that can t be a bad thing can it? The movers were there bright and early the next morning while mom was showering after fucking me all night.
I answered the door in my pyjama bottoms since I had expected no one.
Yes? I said as I peeked through the cracked door.
Delilah Carr? Uh, she s unavailable right now.
What s this about? The brute of a man in a watch cap replied as he thumbed through some pages on his clipboard.
We have a work order to move one Mrs.
Delilah Carr and all her possessions to 210 Park Avenue South, 8:00 am today.
I unlatched the chain and said, “May I see that? Sure, bud but we do need to get moving along here.
I ran my finger over the order and then it hit me.
The date on the order was ten days ago! So, my screwy idea that I had seduced my mother was total crap.
Delilah stood provocatively in the hallway with smoke cruising over her plum lips and remarked, Garrett, don t look so surprised, honey.
You know momma knows best! That very night, mom was lying under me as I gave her the fuck of her life in my new Park Avenue apartment.
Breathless and her chest heaving, mom said, Now, isn t this so much better, honey? I slid to the edge of the bed and lit a cigarette for her then placed it in her wet lips.
It s really cool, mom.
But, how do I get to school from here? Frederick will drive you, baby.
She double dragged her Misty 100 and stubbed it out.
Now, come back to bed.
Momma needs you.
She reached pleadingly for my hand and pulled me back on top of her.
“I just can’t get enough of you, honey.” Heaven opened its doors as Louis Armstrong sang, I think to myself, what a wonderful world.
So, from now on, I would be chauffered to and from school in my parents black stretch limo.
Actually, not a bad gig if you can get it.
Continue reading It’s Forever, Mom..
Enemies On The Mat, Lovers Off
Enemies On The Mat, Lovers Off When two people are such fierce competition on the mat, something somewhere else must pull them together.
When you watch the Olympics, there is always a sport which not many people have heard of – Judo.
I, being the strange and random person that I am, have grown up doing this sport.
Now, I m not on the lighter side of life, so there weren t all that many people to fight me, but I would be useful when it came to the Olympics to fight in the heavier categories.
In competitions in the UK, before training with the Squad, I would always end up fighting Lucy, a brunette who was a little lighter and shorter than me but was older and moved like you wouldn t believe.
Being at the level we were at, we fought regularly and she always won.
My fight was slowly getting worse and I was losing confidence in myself.
Then I got a letter asking me to train with the British Squad.
My life was MADE.
My confidence was coming back up and my technique, speed and agility were getting better.
I was getting a little thinner and taller too.
The next time Lucy and I fought, the match came to a draw.
Step one in the right direction.
Afterwards, when we were getting changed and showered I noticed that Lucy looked good.
Her breasts weren t small; she was curvy, but nice curvy.
In the next competition, I was determined that I would make things change.
I would win three things: the contest, the competition, and Lucy.
The two week gap flew by and next thing I knew I was up at the crack of dawn to get to the competition.
On the mat, Lucy and I stood at our separate sides, bowed, walked onto the mat, bowed, walked to the centre and bowed.
Then the few seconds, arms raised defensively before the referee shouted Hajime (go), staring into each other s eyes, psyching each other out, seeing if we could tell who would go for what move first.
Hajime! We both move a few steps forward on the balls of our feet, bouncing a little as we move round.
The first fight is for the dominant grip.
I m right handed but for some reason I prefer to compete left handed.
I know, I m a little mad.
I get the grip I want, Lucy having to swap to a left grip too, her less favoured side.
The second contest: to use this how I want to.
I move in for an attack on her leg.
My leg catches her and she stumbles, pulling my grip lower down her lapel.
I struggle to get it back up without relinquishing my grip and losing dominance, moving my right hand off her sleeve so I can push my left one up.
She pulls me down to groundwork and we grapple there.
When I have someone held down in groundwork, they don t break past my arms.
She seems to want to pull me into this and I can t figure out why.
In the pulling, my right hand has gone under her jacket and has found her breast of all things.
Pulling at her t-shirt, I manage to rub my thumb over her nipple.
She shudders and I move my hand.
I get her into the hold-down that I want and she is immobile.
I can look into her eyes, and so I do.
Gazing down at her gently, I see the look of surrender in her eyes.
I hold her there for fifteen seconds and the fight is over.
We stand up.
We bow to the judges, each other and the audience.
We leave the mat.
My only contest today was with Lucy, and so I win the competition.
Somehow, I think I know that I have already won everything I planned to today.
We go to shower and get changed into our tracksuits, ready to collect our medals afterwards.
I walk a little quicker to the showers than Lucy does, needing to be in there to soothe a slight injury.
Due to there being a significant number more contestants in the other categories, they are all still out there and competing, so Lucy and I have the changing rooms to ourselves.
I strip off my heavy and sweaty kit and grab my shower stuff.
The one thing I hadn t realised was that Lucy hadn t come in.
I got into the shower and started to hum to myself as the water was turned on.
Letting it run down my body, I felt the heat work on my shoulder as I gently massaged it.
I moved my hand away and started to clean myself, frothing up the soap.
Then a moment of panic as another hand lightly brushed over my shoulder, gently massaging it.
Too soft and smooth to be a man s hand.
I jumped a little and turned round, my face stunned, but then I felt it change to shock as a pair of lips met mine and a hand stroked my face, pulling me closer.
A second hand at the small of my back pulled me in and then moved down a little and squeezed gently.
I accepted their kiss willingly, my eyes closing; I didn t care.
When they released me, I let my eyes slide slowly open and stood back, taking in before me a rather damp looking Lucy in a t-shirt and her underwear.
It was clinging to her.
I swear, she looked so much sexier this time than the last time we were together in the showers.
A new light came upon her now.
She smiled at me, Are you, well, you know do you like me? I stood and grinned at her, What gave me away? I enquired, looking at her with a look of light puzzlement.
Maybe something to do with your swipe of my nipple I d quite like you to do it again.
Th-that is of course, if you want to.
Of course I want to you crazy fool.
I like you.
A lot.
Then I moved forward and kissed the damp person who was residing in the vicinity.
I pulled her closer by her t-shirt and placed my hand on her breasts.
I felt her wrap round me.
She accepted my tongue into her mouth and they danced there for a little while.
I rubbed her breast and put my other hand into a position where I could remove her underwear.
I pulled them down in what would have been one swift movement had they been dry.
She pulled up her t-shirt and revealed to me once again her beautiful breasts, not that I had ever really noticed how truly stunning they were until now.
I got up and brought my jaw with me, kissed her lips, her face, her neck, her ears, her shoulders, her collarbones, her breasts, down her stomach and down her thighs.
I could almost taste her juices.
No, wait, I could taste them; she was so wet.
I nibbled on her clit and licked her slit.
Pushing my tongue in, I could feel her tightness, taste her, smell her with how close I was.
All this came as a frenzy.
I had never felt like this before.
I knew I liked her as a friend because sometimes we had to train together too, but now, I think I fell in love with her.
I know this was the part about lust but I didn t care.
I loved her because of how much I lusted for her, if that made any sense at all.
Seconds after she came, we heard the door crack open a little, indicating the first of the losers from the competition going on above had come back to follow an almost identical pattern to the one we had.
This couldn t get out.
We leapt away from each other and Lucy turned on another shower, already wet it wouldn t look suspicious to anyone.
Although the smell of sex was clearly in the air, we didn t care.
It should go with the steam.
We dried and dressed and left the changing rooms.
Glancing across at each other, winking, all the way back to the hall for the medal presentation.
When we were called up to receive our medals, we went up and hugged and held hands for the first time.
I won t lie, my mother and father did send me a strange look but then again, this was the first time I had beaten Lucy.
Little did they know how well and truly I had her beaten.
This could carry on for as long as I wanted to win catch a nipple and she was mine.
Hot Wife Makes Good On A Bet
Hot Wife Makes Good On A Bet Hot Wife Indulges In Some Multimedia Cuckolding I was fast asleep in bed when my phone vibrated on my bedside table.
I thought about ignoring it but noticed in my half sleep that I was the only one in the bed I share with my lovely wife.
Leaning to my phone, I saw that my clock was saying 3:05 and that it was the middle of the night.
My phone blinked KELLY MESSAGE and wondered a: Why my wife would be texting me so late, and b: Where on earth was she at this time of the night.
Fumbling the buttons, I opened the message and blinked to focus my eyes on the words CHECK THIS OUT!! and noticed there was a picture attached.
Scrolling down the screen so the picture came into view, I saw my wife was sat on a sofa smiling at me.
I couldn t work out where she was, or why she would be sending me this picture.
The phone vibrated in my hand again.
I skipped back to the message menu and opened the next text.
This picture made me stop in my tracks.
Same room, same wife, the only thing different was that her clothes were gone.
She was sat on the sofa wearing a matching bra and panties set, that I had bought her for Christmas.
Finishing her outfit were the hold-ups and high heels that she had left the house in hours ago.
I blinked furiously to make sure I wasn t dreaming and this was confirmed when the phone buzzed again.
The accompanying picture showed my smiling wife in the same pose as the last picture, only this time, there were four masked black men stood in an arc behind her on the bed, all naked, holding their meaty cocks with one hand and pointing at my wife with their other hand.
What the fuck was going on? I thought.
I couldn t get my thoughts together.
I thought that maybe someone was having some Photoshop fun and that my wife was passed out on one of her friend s sofas after one too many tequilas! Before I could clear my head, my phone buzzed in my hand yet again.
The message read, CHECK THIS ONE OUT! WHAT A SLUT! I saw my lovely wife, blindfolded, kneeling with her head tilted back.
I could also make out one of her hands buried in her panties while the other hand hung down by her side.
Resting on her milky white face were four long, dark, thick cocks, her tongue was poking slightly out of her mouth, licking the end of the biggest, fattest prick of the bunch! I tried calling her number.
When it was picked up I could hear people talking, but no one talked to me.
I could also hear the unmistakable voice of my wife moaning in the background MMMMM THAT S IT! FUCK MY MOUTH WITH YOUR BIG COCK WAIT IN LINE, I LL BE SURE TO GET TO YOU! I LL LET YOU FUCK MY FACE REAL GOOD IF YOU WAIT YOUR TURN And then the phone went dead! Confused, and, it has to be said, very aroused, I felt my phone go off again.
CHECK YOUR EMAIL The message said this time.
The photo with it had the men in the room lining up, with my wife on her knees in front of them, still blindfolded She had a hard cock into her mouth while stroking the cocks of two of the men either side! The fourth man was lying on his back and my wife was sitting across his face.
Yes, my cock felt like it was going to burst through the underwear I was wearing.
Quick as I could, I went to the computer and turned it on.
I thought I d be able to use the GPS on her phone to trace where she was and go to her rescue (although, judging by her lusty smiling face in all the photos that had been sent, she didn t seem to really want saving !) Opening the email from my wife, I saw that the attachment was, this time, a video.
With my heart in my mouth, and my cock in my hand, I opened the attachment and clicked play on the screen.
As the screen came to life, my wife was sat on a bed, fully clothed, in what looked like a living room.
Looking into the camera, directly at me, she said, Hey baby, you might be wondering where I am right now.
See the thing is, I was out with the girls earlier and we got chatting to these guys from a band from Boston in one of the bars we were in.
As the drinks got flowing, we ended up making a bet that the girls could beat them in a dancing competition.
Anyway, we lost.
The forfeit was that all the girls had to come back to their house and service them in any way they wanted! So here I am! She continued, As you can see, none of the other girls are here with me.
They all chickened out, which leaves little old me to carry the can! She then winked into the camera lens for my benefit.
As she carried on explaining, she began to lift up the dress that she was wearing, slowly revealing the hold-ups that were underneath and then her lacy panties, and then as she lifted it over her head, her amazing 36C breasts! I could hear voices off camera telling her Yeah baby, get that off! and Wow, I can t wait to fuck those tits! and Check this slut out! Stockings, heels! Yeah keep them on.
I m going to tap that ass real good! I don t really know what else to say, but it seems, they have left it to little me to take their forfeit! A bets and bet after all! before adding, Apparently, they want to film themselves fucking me.
So come and introduce yourselves boys! and looked to the side.
One by one, four men walked into view of the camera, all of them naked, all with hard cocks.
All wearing masks! Waving and saying hi to the camera as they passed it, they all grouped behind my wife, each of them helping themselves to a grope of her tits, or a stroke of her pussy as they passed her.
I couldn t believe what I was seeing.
Before my eyes, one of the men, who looked to be sporting an impressive tool, walked up behind her and wrapped a scarf around her eyes.
Two other men took hold of her and pushed her onto her knees on the floor.
As the camera moved closer, the four black guys crowded around her and began laying their cocks on to her face.
While this was happening, I could hear her saying Mmmmm, rub your dicks on me, you filthy fuckers! Treat me like a slut! You re making my pussy sooooo fucking wet! while burying her hand into her panties! And then the screen went blank My Skype app started chirping on my computer.
With some hesitation, I opened it and watched the screen crackle to life.
The image that greeted me was of a very impressive looking fat and long cock! Its owner bent down so his masked face was in the camera.
I guess you ve seen the video we sent? I nodded Do you want to see your wife? I nodded again Just so you know, we haven t started fucking her yet! We ve been waiting for you to join us.
We ve loosened her mouth up a bit though! I looked at my watch.
It was 4.15.
One hour and ten minutes since I received the first text.
I quickly worked out the length of the video, which was ten minutes.
This meant that these four men had been working my wife s mouth with their dicks for an hour! I gasped as he moved away from the camera.
Just behind him was my wife on her knees.
She was facing me.
On either side of her were two men and she had their massive cocks in her hands.
There was another lying under her, helping himself to a mouthful of her sweet, tight, shaved pussy! She was smiling directly into the camera.
As I came into focus on her screen, she winked at me, opened her mouth and began to lick the ends of their fat pricks.
After swirling her tongue around their bell-ends, she tried to fit them both into her mouth at the same time! Her eyes were full of a lust and desire that I had never seen before.
She only removed them to speak directly to me, Glad you could join us babe! I ve been dying to get these big boys into my pussy, but they were very insistent that they waited for you before they offered me up to the biggest dick here! She paused to have a cock thrust into her throat, Are you ready to watch me get passed around these boys?? she pulled away eventually and added.
If that s what you want! , I heard my self say.
Oh yeah, that s what I want babe.
You should feel how wet my cunt is! she finished.
Taking his cue, the man who has treated me to an eyeful of his meaty penis when my Skype loaded took hold of my wife by her hair and pulled her off his friend s face.
Hope you got her nice and juiced up for me boy! I heard him say as he pushed his cock past her willing lips and into her throat.
She had never deep-throated me in ten years of marriage and it was intriguing to have seen her do it to two cocks that were much bigger than mine in front of my eyes.
He pulled out of her face and pulled her up roughly and walked her to the sofa, where he spun her round and pushed her over it.
The person holding the camera followed and closed in on her tight cunt.
As he played with it, Mr Big Cock said, You ve done a good job here boy! Just look at how wet this bitch is! You want my big fat black cock filling up your little white cunt, don t you? I could hear my wife moan as he fingered her tight hole and utter Yes please, give it to me! I watched in awe, with my own cock in my hand as this monster dicked black man positioned himself at the entrance of my wife s swollen pussy.
I heard her beg him to thrust it into her and he duly obliged, her pussy enveloping his dick as I saw his full ten inches disappear.
The guttural moan I heard came from my wife! She screamed in ecstasy as he held her hips and ground his own into her.
OOOOOOHHHH YEEEEEEESSSSSSSS FUCK ME, THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME WITH ALL YOU VE GOT! Taking her hint, I saw him pull out of her and thrust back in.
In and out, in and out! She almost screamed the room out.
The other men were cheering him on.
For a full ten minutes he kept a steady pace, fucking my sweet wife with his big dick, his balls bouncing off her clit.
Could someone put their dick in her mouth to stop her from waking the neighbours? I heard him call over the volume of her wailing.
Quick as a flash, two of the other men moved towards her head.
By now, the camera man had moved position to the side of her.
I was treated to the sight of watching eighteen inches of cock disappear into her at the same time ten into her cunt and eight down her throat! I couldn t take my eyes off the screen as they passed her around like a total slut.
This seemed to go on for ages and when I looked at my watch it told me it was 5.25.
For over two hours these boys had fucked her face and pussy like there was no tomorrow.
There seemed to be no letting up in the pace and she was keeping up with everything they were throwing at her like a total black cock slut! I said, Don t you think you boys should come on her now and send her home? She must be exhausted! Mr Big Cock ten-inch cock sauntered to the screen.
The moaning from my wife was still audible from behind him as someone else filled her cunt while she alternated between sucking and stroking the two dicks that were presented to her face.
Again, he held his cock out to the camera.
Anything we want to do was the deal! he said.
I knew where this might be headed.
I haven t even tried to get this into her ass yet! I was correct in my assumption.
I I I haven t even done that to her! I stammered And that is probably why she is out black dick slutting with my band right now! he retorted, adding, A deal s a deal my friend I couldn t speak.
My beautiful wife was about to get fucked in the ass by someone possessing a monster ten-inch dick and then passed around by another three of his enormous ebony dicked friends! And, there was nothing that I could do to stop it! He moved away from the camera to reveal my wife back on all fours on the edge of the bed.
Her stockings were half way down her legs from the furious fucking she had been receiving.
He walked over to her and placed his cock at the entrance of her virgin ass.
PUSH IT IN YOU FUCKER!! I WANT TO FEEL YOUR BEAUTIFUL DICK IN MY ASS! I heard her say over her shoulder! He turned to the camera one more time, You heard that did you? he said to me.
Sounds like she s been missing something! Turning back to her and holding firmly onto her shoulders.
He began to push himself into her tight hole as at the same time as pulling her back onto his hard cock.
She was making noises that I had never heard before.
Moaning and whimpering as he impaled her onto his dick.
The camera moved round to her face so I could see the contented look on it.
Her eyes had rolled to the back of her head and she didn t even notice that I was looking at her through the camera.
Her hand moved down to her pussy and rubbed at her clit furiously until her legs buckled as she came wildly.
As he landed on top of her I clearly saw the last couple of inches disappeared into her tight ass hole.
She gasped and bucked back on to him.
Filled up and pinned down, she screamed, OH MY GOD, THIS FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD! Another fat prick moved again to her mouth.
She rocked wildly between them.
When her orgasm subsided, he pulled his massive prick from her ass and pulled her up by the hair.
Lick it clean.
He ordered and she did as she was told.
Good girl he added, Now I ve loosened up her ass, who else wants a go? Three hands shot up and he instructed one of his friends to sit down.
He lifted my wife off the sofa and sat her down on his friend s cock.
I got a close up on the screen of his tool sliding, without stopping, all the way into her ass.
Another monster dicked man walked over and held his cock to her splayed open cunt lips.
Looking me through the camera, he said.
Bet you never thought you d see your wife get DP d? I shook my head frantically, but it was too late.
He laughed at me as he slid his cock into my wife s cunt.
The look on her face was one of pure ecstasy.
I M SO FULL OF COCK AND I LOVE IT! I M SUCH A BLACK COCK WHORE She kept saying.
She beckoned for the others to rub their cocks into her face and push them into her mouth.
It was nearly seven o clock when they finished passing her around.
Her ass, mouth and pussy had taken such a pounding and looked swollen and well used.
CUM ON ME WHILE I GIVE MYSELF ONE LAST LITTLE ORGASM she pleaded with them while dropping to her knees, starting to stroke her still soaking cunt.
They stood around her and wanked their cocks furiously as she fingered her self frantically.
As the first jet of cum hit her face, she shuddered to her final orgasm of the night and did not stop shuddering until the last arc of spunk hit her tits.
I noticed that she had been cumming for five minutes non-stop.
I have never seen so much jizz and couldn t hold back any longer.
As she, one by one, licked their enormous members clean, I shot my own load over myself Mr Big arrived back on the screen.
Look out of your window! Breathing heavily from cumming so hard, I moved to the window and pulled the blind.
In the window opposite was my cum-covered, waving, grinning wife.
I could see cum dripping from her face down onto her tits and beyond.
Hi new neighbour! We re done with her .
For now! he added laughing! As I opened my front door, I was just in time to see them pushing my naked, except for stockings and heels, wife out on to their drive way.
Her clothes were thrown out behind her as the door slammed shut.
While she scrambled around on the floor picking them up, it reopened, one of my new neighbours leaned out of the door.
We ve moved in for six months buddy! Noticed your smoking hot wife the day we moved in.
Reckon we d like to have her round again real soon! Brazen as you like, my wife finished gathering up her clothes and walked over to me in her heels and stockings in broad daylight, wiggling her ass in the direction of the boys who were whooping from the window opposite! Had no idea I could be such a slut! she said as she passed me, her face still glistening with four men s cum.
I didn t know if that was a question or a statemtent!
Servaprim
Servaprim Will she be chosen by the Erus? As I looked out the slight crack in the slats of the carriage, I finally saw Diligo.
I never though I would see the city I had heard so much about over my 18 years.
As I glimpsed the beautiful spires of Morena Square, I knew that I was on my way to meet my Erus.
I had many nights to think of him and hoped I would be chosen by a kind Erus.
Lost in my awe of the city and thoughts of the Erus, I was unaware the carriage had stopped.
“Out candidate! Now!” The gruff and unfriendly voice of the driver bellowed.
As I exited, in my now wrinkled and dingy red cloak, with its gold triquetra adorning the back and a small one above my left breast, denoting my Integra status; I slipped, because my legs were weak from the five day carriage ride.
I knew that no one would catch my fall and I was going to be punished, but my arm was quickly grabbed and a low voice murmured, “Careful now Integra, you should not dirty yourself…Yet.” The voice was so soothing and the hand that grasped my arm was so strong.
I let a little hope go that this would be my Erus, but they were not allowed to see the candidates before the viewing.
After regaining my balance, the hand released me and I was lead to my temporary cell to await the viewing and then for the choosing by the Erus.
After hearing the door close, I was instructed that it was safe to remove my cloak and clean myself.
I removed my cloak and found a small room with a wash basin, bed, stand and shackles dangled from the walls, ceiling and all the posts of the bed.
This was a smaller room than mine in Sorna, but I knew that I would be Serva to a powerful Erus and would have better things soon.
I proceeded to wash and then rest on the bed.
I was soon asleep and dreaming of my Erus.
I was startled to hear, “Awake, now! The Erus arrive and you are to be seen.
Dress!” I saw a red corset, with the gold triquetra across the bodice, red lace garters, a red thong, black stockings and red six-inch heels had been carefully laid out for me.
I quickly dressed and awaited my next command.
I didn’t wait long before I was ordered to adorn my cloak and exit to the hall.
I was then ordered to stand back against the wall.
I waited with such anticipation.
This was what I had striven for my whole life and I knew that I was bringing honor and pride to my family.
To be chosen to be Serva was high praise, but to be Integra, I was elated.
My mind wandered to when I was told I was to be Serva, server to an Erus; I was scared and to be Integra, untouched, that was unexpected.
Serva was within my class, but to be Integra was for the powerful.
My family was not in that position.
“To be a Serva, you must leave your family and do everything you are told,” my Mother told me.
“I will teach you what I can, then we will seek a professional, to teach you the rest.
You will have to learn many things and follow all orders.” I knew what this meant for my middle-class family.
I would bring a boost in status and finances.
I was overjoyed.
“Firstly, you will no longer see any males, all will be done by me or by your sisters.
Secondly, you will no longer wear clothing, so being naked will be natural for you and thirdly, we shall have you fitted for a corset.
All the best Erus prefer a Serva in a tight corset.” I listened to my Mother and my teacher and I was chosen to be Integra, only because of my beauty, stature and poise.
“Remove your hoods!” Echoed the voice in my ears and causing me to jump.
I quickly removed my hood and was taken out of my memories of my Mother and teacher.
Without moving, I looked to my right to see only one other candidate, a very petite blond with an angelic profile.
As I looked to my left, I saw another candidate with hair, red like fire and skin that looked like fresh cream.
I was glad that we were only three candidates.
When I heard footsteps, I looked back to my left to see three people, walking toward the blond.
She straightened up at the sound of the footsteps.
The men stood in a triangle formation, in front of the blond, “Lift your head.
Very pretty.
Now, turn for me and place your hands on the wall.” The blond slowly did as she was told.
The man in front reached around and unclipped her cloak and it fell to the floor.
She was now nude, but for her thong and heels.
He placed the shackles on her wrists and then trailed his hands down her body to her waist.
As he reached her waist, he pulled her off her feet and set her back down about a foot from the wall, her butt was now slightly raised to him.
He pulled her legs apart and caressed her pussy.
Shortly after he began to caress her, she let out a small gasp.
“Quiet! You will be silent unless ordered not to be.
It is fine, I’m done with this one, but she must be punished.
Return her to her room and chain her to her bed as she is now.” “Yes Sir!” One of the men in back removed the blonds shackles and lead her to her room.
The other two men came in my direction.
“I only hope the next one was trained better,” the Erus commented, coldly.
As the two men approached me, I was both excited and nervous.
I wanted so badly to be chosen and not to be a disgrace, as the blond had been.
I would need to concentrate on my training.
My eyes followed the men, until they reached me, then I closed them and took a deep breath.
“Lift your head,” commanded the Erus, still slightly annoyed.
I lifted my head with open eyes to be met with a green eyed, dark haired, handsome man.
I resisted smiling my pleasure at his appearance.
“Beautiful green eyes like emeralds in the moon light.” I had never heard anyone say anything like that to me.
He soon reached to remove my cloak and I didn’t move as his fingers brushed my skin and my cloak fell to the floor.
“Ahh, a corset.
I love to have my Servas in corsets.
Do you always wear a corset, my beauty?” “Yes Sir, I do,” I replied.
“Wonderful,” he said, as he reached for my breast.
“Wonderful indeed.” I wanted so badly to be his chosen.
He slowly massaged my breast pinching my nipple then trailed his fingers down my corset, to my pussy.
He pinched and twisted my already excited clit through the thin material of my thong then rubbed my slightly damp slit.
“Already wanting more, I do like an eager Serva candidate,” he said, with a slight purr.
“Return her to her room,” the Erus stated coldly, short and flatly.
He then turned and walked away.
The other man grabbed my arm roughly and almost tossed me into my room.
I was shocked.
I was told by my teacher that if I was chosen I would be led to the Adsuma Chamber, to be claimed by my Erus.
“What had I done wrong?” I thought.
I did all I was taught, I didn’t make an error.
Maybe he didn’t like I was aroused, I can’t help that it’s natural.
“Clean and rest,” I was told.
I tried not to think about what I could’ve done differently, as I cleaned myself and settled on the bed to rest.
As I lay on the bed, all I saw when I closed my eyes, was the Erus.
I knew I was bringing shame to my family in not being chosen.
I did take comfort, knowing that I was not being punished and would be returned to my family to be wedded.
I did not cry or sob, I just thought about the events and all the time I had wasted, to be turned away, for reasons I did not know.
I finally slept, but was awoken by a quiet female voice, “Arise my lady, your new life begins today.” I opened my eyes to see the blond, her hair was tied back in a tight braid, falling over her shoulder and was clothed in a short black dress.
The dress showed all her curves and barely covered her small, but shapely ass and accentuated her lightly tanned skin.
“You have been chosen, we must move quickly to get you ready.” I was shocked and thought I must be dreaming, “He dismissed me, I was not chosen.” My comment was greeted with a smile, “That was a test to see how you would react and you did wonderfully.
I must thank you, the Erus was elated with you and rewarded me in return to be your companion.
I am Anoly.
Come we must clean you.” Anoly prepared my wash basin and waved me over.
“I am Amoria and thank you, but I can clean myself,” I tried to sound confident, but it came out more confused.
“My orders are to care, clean, dress and be a companion to you, until my end or yours.
I am to be punished if I don’t do as I am told.
Please let me do as I am told,” Anoly pleaded.
I nodded and let her do as she had been told.
As Anoly worked, I thought about what it meant to be chosen.
I was going to be the Serva for an Erus.
I was very nervous that I might not be good enough for him.
After Anoly had me dressed in a long red gown, with a long slit up the side covering my corset, but not my silk garters and my red heels, she put my cloak on me, “Follow me and keep your head down, we are going to the Erus now.
Don’t worry he is a very kind and caring man.” I was still worried that I would fail.
I followed Anoly and kept my head down.
We walked for a short time, when I heard, “Thank you, Anoly.
You may remain, but stay silent.” I heard light footsteps coming toward me, then I saw his bare feet just inches from me.
“Raise your head, my Integra.” I raised my head and he removed my hood.
I looked deeply into his eyes and melted, knowing that I was now his.
As he removed my cloak, he told me that he was glad that I passed his test and that my beauty was more than what he had been told.
He also let me know that Anoly was to be with me at all times, unless she was needed by him privately.
As I listened to him talk about what was expected of me, my mind wandered to what was about to happen.
He was going to take me and make me his Servaprim.
We would be wed and I was expected to produce an heir, quickly.
If he tired of me or I didn’t produce an heir, he could end my life.
I felt a hand grip my shoulder waking me from my thoughts.
The Erus said, “My name is, Adican and I know you have heard little of what I have just said, Anoly will fill you in later.
Come, let us begin.” I stood in slight terror, as he held his hand out to me.
I slowly took his hand and was led to the large, four-poster, canopy bed in the middle of the room.
He stood at the foot of he bed and pulled me in close and kissed me with force, pushing my lips open with his tongue and then he pushed his tongue into my mouth.
He kissed me as if I was the only air in the room and he was suffocating.
The kiss was quickly broken and he spun me around so I was up against the bed.
“You had a teacher?” “Yes,” I shakily replied.
“But you have not seen a man since childhood,” he calmly asked.
“That is correct, I have not seen a man until coming here,” I stated a bit more steadily.
“Perfect, then shall we begin,” Adicans eyes had a glinted as he spoke.
“I want my orders carried out quickly and precisely.
Kneel!” I knelt, as he unbuckled his pants.
Adican removed them in a fast fluid motion and I now saw his cock, starting to rise before my eyes.
“Were you taught to suck a real cock or mechanical?” He asked in this calm tone.
“Both, sir, but real only once,” I responded back, my voice shaky.
“We shall have to get you someone to practice with.
Until then, I will assist you,” Adican sounded angry with me and I was startled.
He had a hold of his cock and was moving it to my mouth.
I was unsure what to do.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered.
I did.
Adican grabbed my hair and rammed his cock in my throat, causing me to gag for a moment.
He kept his cock in my throat, until I relaxed.
He slowly pulled out and I started to use my tongue to explore.
I caressed him and sucked his cock.
He quietly moaned and moved my head back and forth.
I was not sure I was doing anything correct until I felt him swell and pulse in my mouth.
I knew that he was going to cum.
“Nod if you have swallowed,” Adican said, with a bit of hesitation in his voice.
I nodded.
I had swallowed cum once.
“Then you shall do it again.” As soon as he finished speaking, he was spurting down my throat and I was hurriedly trying to swallow all I could.
I knew if I missed any I would be punished.
“Ahhh, well done.
Rise.” I let him slowly come out of my mouth and rose to meet his eyes.
When I met his eyes, he smiled, grabbed me by my waist and threw me to the middle of the bed.
I was surprised and yelped a little.
As I looked to the end of the bed, Adican was removing his shirt and I saw him nude.
He was gorgeous.
Adican knelt on the foot of the bed and took the hem of my dress at the slit and pulled the slit tearing my dress in two.
I was now fully exposed, he ran his hands up my legs to my thighs and just grazed my slit with his thumbs.
As he teased my pussy he said, “Tonight you may be as loud and vocal as you please, but at other times I will restrict you.
I know that you will have little control for some time, but you will need to learn that the whole of you is at my disposal and control.” I nodded so that he would know I understood.
Adican grasped the sides of my thong and pulled them down my legs, “You will not cover your pussy ever again.
I must have access at all times.” I nodded again.
He kissed my knees then up my thighs, to my pussy.
I didn’t know what to expect since I had never had a face so close to my private area.
Adican blew lightly on my wet slit then pulled my lips apart and blew on the sensitive skin underneath.
I moaned, as I watched him touch and blow on my pussy.
Adican then kissed my clit and took it in his mouth, as I had with his cock.
He bit softly, then started licking my slit from bottom to top, ending with a flick of the tongue against my clit.
I was moaning, writhing and getting wetter.
I watched as he slowly pulled back from me and I felt his strong hand started to caress me, the same way his tongue had just moments before.
Adican soon inserted his finger inside me and was moving in and out as he had moved my head, when he fucked my mouth.
I wanted more, but was afraid to ask.
I watched his face and pleaded with my eyes for him to take me.
He smiled and said, “You want me to take you, but I need to prepare you more so it will hurt less.
You are hard to resist, you are so tight and so wet.
I want to take you now and not do what I must.” He was still moving this fingers in and out as he spoke and I moaned and nodded my head.
“Please, please, please….,” was all I could say.
Adican smiled.
He stopped pistoning in and out of my pussy and started kissing up my stomach.
I watched his eyes, as he sucked my breasts and rubbed my pussy.
Adican came to my lips and kissed me softly, building to a hard kiss, as I felt his cock gliding up and down my slit.
I was moaning and trying to beg for him to enter me.
Adican slowed the kiss and the movement of his cock.
He was at my opening.
I moved my hips a touch and his head was inside me.
He held back no longer and thrust hard into me.
I felt a pain as if I was being torn in two.
Adican held his mouth over mine, as I tried to scream.
He held still until I stopped trying to scream.
The pain was dulling and pleasure was growing, I wanted him to move.
I moved for him by lowering my hips, Adican took the hint and started to move in and out of my pussy.
He stopped kissing me and quietly spoke in my ear, “You belong to me and I shall have you as I desire.” All I could say was, “Yes, yes, yes.” Adican smiled wickedly at that and said, “I’m going to fuck you now!” Adican fucked me gently then turned more rough, causing me to spasm around him and dig my nails into his back.
He grabbed my hands and held my wrists above my head with one hand and continued to pound me.
I came and he said, “You will need to learn to only cum when I tell you you can.” I nodded, unable to speak.
He started to pull all the way out and ram back in violently causing my pussy to spasm with each thrust.
“Oh so tight, so tight,” Adican moaned.
As he rose above me, releasing my wrists he grabbed my thighs and pulled my legs above the bed.
His cock reached deeper into my pussy.
I felt him so deep inside me, I moaned his name and he fucked me harder.
I orgasmed over and over as he fucked me.
Adican’s cock was pulsing and he pushed hard and deep, groaning as he released deep inside me.
As he lay on top of me, I knew that all I had gone through to get to this point, was worth all the pain.
All the times I had longed to talk to someone, other than my Mother or teacher, wanted to see my Father, the long journey to get to Diligo, the test and feeling that I had failed.
I was where I wanted to be, to please Adican and to have Anoly as my friend.
I am now Amoria Servaprim to Erus Adican.
***This is my first story, please let me know what you think and what I need to improve on.
Thank You.***