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I am 34 years of age and working in IT industry. married and blessed with kids

I am 34 years of age and working in IT industry. married and blessed with kids. on Diwali i dropped my family in home town near thiruvannamalai and was driving back on my car to chennai to catch up to work in office. around dindivanam i can see one car from travels got struck it was mid afternoon during diwali day.

not much of rush in road and one cpl standing by the side of the car asking for lift.

i stopped by and reverse geared to see the saree woman (to be frank wanted to have close look).

they introduced as ramesh and mrs ramesh on the way back to chennai but their travel car got broke. i offered them lift happily just to get chance to see this beauty for some more time and make the journey pleasant.

she sat on the back and he was in the front. he is working in bank and got their kids in grand parents house and rushed back to see some urgent office work (like me i thought).

she did not speak a word other than looking outside through the window and sleeping some times. may be tired i thought.

he spoke gently and enquired about me. time passed in seconds and reached tambaram. i live in ashok nagar and they are from anna nagar. i thought of extending time just to see her she must be 32 years and looked great like typical iyer mami. good colour and 36 sized boobs if i seen correctly and huge hips with ass ..

i dropped them in their apartment (noted down their house of course in future it can be usefull i thought). i shared my visiting card and i collected him too. rushed to office and lost in time again till in the evening i got call from this guy ramesh asking to check my car back side to see any dolls lying?

i told him to get back to him at evening as i am in the middle of work he said “sorry but if it is there let me know” and hung.

to my luck i can see the doll and called him back. he was happy and said it was precious to his kid and asked he will come and collect it tomorrow but i said “if you dont get it wrong i can bring right now as i have no family ” for which he agreed and i was happily driven thinking i can see her one more time before sleep.

it was night 10 pm knocked their door. she opened the door lovely in nighty with sleeveless. after customery exchange she let me in. ramesh came to hall and taken the doll and told special thanks. i said “coffee is good for thanks” he laughed and told her to bring.. she went inside and this time she was calm and composed unlike in the morning.

we were chatting and he offered me to stay there as it is already close to 11 pm and he was thrilled i drink occassionaly and smoke.

i said i did not bring any shorts coming straight from office he said “dont worry dear you can use mine”

i though wish he meant his wife too….

i was thinking the things are going on little too fast and can not belive… he went inside to the bedroom and told her not to make any coffee and asked her to go to bedroom as i would stay here and leave tomorrow morning.

i parked my car inside their parking (they dont have car only got bikes). i settled down for good pegs. we started talking till 12 am. he said lets go for sleep.. i told him i will use batrhoom. they have two bedroom flat and he offered one of his other bedroom. i got into lungi and got good smoke in balcony..i can see window openings in bedroom and she was fast asleep.

i chose not to see her as he was also with me.

i told him i will use rest room and to my luck the common bathroom is not having water due to some problem and offered his attached bathroom. i was happy inside. i quitly crossed the bed and he said “be silent let us not disturb her ” i went inside the bathroom and removed underwear and chose not to wear and came out only in baniyan and underwear inside the bathroom hangar.

he said please wait i will use the bathroom and come out with you with bed sheets. as he moved in i slowly went close to her wife.

she was in nighty without any bed sheets and her leg was visible and both thighs as spread out.. i can see her panty.. and she has not wearing bra i can make out as one of her boobs came out..half way..

ramesh touched me from behind i shocked…he smiled and i releived.

he whispered “please wait on the other side of the cot..” he switched off the light except for the zero watts bulb…

i was taking out my cock and he laughed. i know my dream will come true … he removed her buttons and made both boobs outside of the nighty.. he indicated to be under neath of the cot… i just hid as she could not see… but i can see from the top….

she woke up and said “hey we have guest…” he said “he slept long back please stay calm….” she said ok be quick am dead tired.

he made her nude and made himself nude…i silently watched her beauty while he fucked her missionary…then he said please turn around and she obliged… and he came out of the cot and asked me to get in where i was waiting for the chance..he said in my ear “slow be slow…” i nodded and quitly got over her hip of course nude..

she was relaxing and turned her face to the other side…i climed to her hip and inserted my cock to her crack between her ass crack to her pussy.. she rised her ass to accomodate and with one gulp i got inside and could not belive my luck.

i spread over her and started to lick her ears and neck.. she must be surprised and to her and my horror she saw the dressing table mirror and realised not her husband doing it.. she turned her face to me and i kissed her cheek.. she tried to get up and i pinned her as i am in alcohol and already fucking her did not want to leave…

she turned to see her husnand smoking and sitting on the chair watching..she yelled ” at last you made it .. you cheat..”

i did not mind and pinned her both hands with my hands under her arm squeezing her boobs and opened her legs with my legs and all over her contineud fuck she started to cooperate till i released inside her..

both taken rest and she went to bathroom to clean… i just followed her to clean up as well.

the moment i entered she started shouting “how dare you come here…” i just taken her hair and kissed her …did not say any word…both are nude only and i pinned her to the wall and my cock got temper again and tried to insert into her pussy where she was avoiding…he came and enjoyed the struggle.

it couraged me and i lifted her to brought her to the bed and by force got her missionary second time.. she enjoyed it… too i guess..

the whole night i had her two more times before i make her sleep nude with me…i was little forceful her and though she says i dont like but she did not stop me from fucking/kissing/touching all over her.

next day morning i freshed up and she is already in saree.. brought two coffees..i taken her to my lap and kissed her as usual she seems to be angry but did not refuse my touches or kisses.. rames was simply laughing..

i taken bath and enjoyed her break fast… i had to go to office..one time i hugged her and taken my cock to her ass crack over the panty under the saree and ass fucked over the panty and kissed her lips and went out..

i got call in the afternoon from ramesh stating his kids came and when time permits he will call me… waiting for his call.

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This story moves from there to my home, where my cousin Mintu had reached for a two day and a night stay with his aunt.

This story moves from there to my home, where my cousin Mintu had reached for a two day and a night stay with his aunt.

As MIntu left, I staggered out of bed and locked the door and staggered back to bed to rest a little more. After two nights of heavy duty sex, I could do with repairing my wares. Besides I remembered what Mintu said while leaving, “I am leaving for your home. You better come over by evening. When you are there, I plan to fuck you in your home on the roof top tonight. Don’t say no and don’t get bashful.”

The very thought of evading my Mother’s careful eyes and going to the roof top for an uninhibited session of sex would be dangerous and yet very exciting.

I slept for another hour or so. When I woke up, I decided to inspect my pussy and find out if there was now a gaping hole and whether my clit was hurt in any way. I got up and pulled out a hand mirror and I sat on the chair with my legs parted wide and with all lights on. With my left hand I parted the pussy lips while I placed the mirror strategically and inspected my pussy.

Well. It was red as a beetroot. But, this was the first time I was seeing my smooth and bald pussy also. The entire mons area was red and darker than the rest of the body.

Soon I got up and decided to wash al the bed clothes, clear up the house and get the strong smell of sex out from that house. Not that my friend did not know what I was upto. But then, I wanted to protect Mintu from other girls who wanted that roll of meat, dangling between his legs, for themselves inside their bodies and giving them that extreme enjoyment that satisfactory sex gives.

I wasn’t used to washing bed clothes. So it was hard on me.

I had my bath and then changed into a salwar and kurta set, knowing that after I reached home, Mintu will eventually take me to the roof top and make love to me. I was sure that his taking off my saree on the roof top followed by my wearing it would be difficult and could take long. So it would be safer and easier to take off and then wear a salwar and kurta set. Though ideally, I should be wearing a short nightie with no panty. But then we were not married and certainly not supposed to have sex. Incest is taboo!!!!

I strung up all the wet bed clothes. They became dry quickly. Once they were dry I folded them and pout them into my friend’s cupboard and made the bed with fresh bed clothes.

I cleaned the kitchen. Took a wet cloth and wiped all traces of my bum on the table where he made me sit and get fucked.

As I was finishing, the phone rang. My Mother was on the line, “I say, Mintu is here from IIT for only one night with us. You better come back as soon as you can.”

I feigned surprise and asked my Mother if the car could be sent to pick me up. She informed, it was on the way already and would be with me in 20 minutes. I then asked her to put me on with Mintu on the phone.

Mintu came on the line and talked to me (his sister), “Hey. What are you upto?? Where are you?? Never in, when I visit your home.” (“Kee ray. Kotahyey aachchesh? Jokhonee aamee aashee, tuee baadi tay neyee.”

I knew that only he could hear what I was saying and that he was clever enough to keep this trend of conversation, while I said something else entirely and said, “Hehehehehe. You fucker. Now you want me to come back so that we can fuck again isn’t it?” (“Hehehehehehe. Khaalee choodbaar eechchaa. Hain? Tuee chaash jay aamee tarataree pheeree. Taholay toar choodbaar plan ta kortay paareesh.”)

He answered, ‘Okay. Okay. Just come back soon. Always having fun at your friend’s house.”

“Yes and what fun did we have???? Tell me. Tell me.”

“Okay, so should I wait for lunch for you or will you reach later?”

I did not reply. So he added, “Okay, then. So, see you soon.”

Our driver arrived within ten minutes. I handed him my overnighter and locked the flat and got into the car. After a bumpy and noisy 40 minute drive I was home.

When I reached back, I rang the bell. The door was opened by one of the many maid servants. I quickly walked up to the living areas on the first floor. My Mother was sitting in the large sunny balcony with Mintu and chatting.

I stopped and looked him and said, “The food in IIT does not suit you. You look gaunt.”

He had his repartee ready. He said, “And you? You have lost weight. Errrr. In some places.” (I knew he was referring to the loss of weight on account of his shaving my pussy.)

Lady like, I answered, “That is good news then. I am for ever putting on weight!!”

He stood up like all well behaved brothers and offered that I sat down on the cane chair next to my Mother. I instructed the maid servant, “Komola. Bring another cane chair here.”

The cane chair arrived immediately and we all sat down and chatted for a while.

All mundane talk peppered with light hearted teasing between siblings, bordering on quarrelling and some double entendre.

My Mother soon disappeared into the kitchen to organize lunch.

The moment she went away, Mintu asked, “How are you feeling after last night?”

“Fine. A little sore, though.”

“Where?”

“You slapped my bottom pretty hard. There are still some welts on my bum cheeks.”

Naughtily he said, “Let me see!!” and made gestures as if he wanted to immediately inspect my bottom and in so doing he was about to make me lift my kameez and pull the waist cord of my salwaar to do a look-see!!!

“Huh. Shut up.”

Soon lunch was served and we repaired to the dining room and quickly had rice, lentils, spinach, cauliflower curry and crab meat for lunch. We topped it up with some Bengali sweets.

Soon after lunch, my Mother informed that she had to take her afternoon nap and added. “Khuku. Look after your brother.” She went into her bedroom.

Mintu stood up as a mark of respect as she went away. As she left, Mintu quickly looked around to see if any one was around. When he found no one was near, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me near and put his left arm around my waist and held my face with his right and planted a strong kiss on my mouth.

I tried to break away, worrying that one maid servant or the other will see us that way and the news would break quickly. Or she would insist that I get fucked by her boy friend or that she gets fucked by Mintu or she will ask for money.

As I squirmed, he said, “Kiss me. Or else you are not going anywhere.”

I quickly kissed him on his lips and broke away and said, “What are you upto?? Stop it. We can get caught you know!!”

While he let me go, he said, “Take me to the roof top. I have to make arrangements for tonight.”

I repeated what I had said to him earlier in the day, “You are an insatiable imp.”

“Who asked you to have such a juicy pussy?? Huh?” (“Aatow roshalow gooood rakhtay kay bolaychcheelow??)

“Shhhhh.”

I escorted Mintu up the stair case. We passed the second floor level, where my Mother’s bedroom, my bedroom and the guest room were located and then and walked one more flight of stairs and walked into the open roof at the third floor level.

He looked around. I could see his IIT type meticulous inspection. I wondered what he was planning. Where will he do it?

He said nothing. Except while walking down the stairs, I asked, “So?? What is the plan?”

He answered, “There are two ways we can be there. The first one is, if you tell you Mother that you and I want to chat on the roof top and you get a chatayee (straw mat) up. The other can be that I go upstairs with a chatayee under the notion that I want to enjoy the open skies and you come up later to see what I am upto.”

“And then?”

“I put you on the chatayee and fuck you.”

“Good God. That is daring. As if no one can see what we are doing from other roof tops!!”

“So?? So what? Let them see. As of they don’t fuck.”

I said, “What if none of them is possible?”

He kept quiet for a while. I wanted to see how devious he could be, the way I had found a method of spending fruitful time with him in my friend’s flat.

“Well. I think you should tell your Mother that I am a nut and that I want to be on the roof till late in the night to see what Kolkata looks like deep in the night. Given my reputation of single mindedness, she will accept this to be one more manifestation of my nuttiness and she will say, okay, let him,” Mintu said.

I thought for while and said, “May be she will agree. But, how ill you get me on the roof??”

“I suggest, after she says yes to my nutty plan, you suggest that I carry the key to the roof top, so that I lock it on my way down for security’s sake. I think, she will think otherwise of my level of responsibility and suggest that you be with me when I am on the roof. You protest this arrangement saying that you had no intention of spoiling good sleep in order to let me gaze the stars!!! In this process, she will be convinced that you are being made to do something that you dislike and that, in the process of sibling irritation lay safety for the house.”

I was amazed. He was inventive. But my concern was if she put her foot down and suggested to Mintu that star gazing was no way to spend a night and that it was best that he abandoned his silly plan. So I asked, “What if she says No??”

“Don’t dare me. I will enter your room and fuck you in your bed with your Mother and Father in the next room Don’t dare me. When I want you, I want you. Okay.”

I felt an electric shock passing into my crotch hearing the latent violence and the depth of his desire for me.

The rest of the day passed generally chatting. His seeing my collage books, notes etc. He spent a lot of time teasing me about inane matters. Most of the time I complained to my Mother loudly, “Maaa. Daykho Mintu amaakey jaa taa bolchchey.” (“Mom. Please intercede. Mintu is really bothering me.”)

She paid no heed to my complaints.

In the evening when we went for a walk in the front garden of our house, Mintu said, “Khuku. In the night, you wear a salwar kameez set. I want you to wear the blue and red kameez which has buttons all the way in the front.”

“Why?” I asked. Demonstrating what a bitch I was, all the time knowing why he wanted that kameez.

He did not answer. He only added, “And no bra. Okay.”

I nodded my head.

Then he asked, “Did you feel the difference between fucking when your bladder is full and when it is empty?”

I remember, he was pressing my lower abdomen down while he was giving me some powerful strokes. As he pressed my abdomen down, urine almost came out. The more I tried to stop urine from coming out, the pussy muscles contracted and the fucked became maddeningly good.

A shudder passed through my spine thinking of the incredible pleasure it caused.

He said, “You loved it. Isn’t it? Tonight also, drink a lot of water and no peeing. Okay.”

Later I went into my bedroom and changed into the salwar kameez set he wanted me to wear. I did not take off my bra as he asked for. I was sure that such a digression would not miss my Mother’s hawk eyes. Besides, I like him taking off my bra and then feeling the creamy boobs one by one. Or even gasping and grabbing both of them.

Dinner was served by 9.30 PM. I drank a lot of water.

During dinner I casually mentioned, “Ma, Mintu wants to enjoy the weather on the roof top after dinner. Really silly plans he has!!”

My Mother asked him, “Mintu. Really?”

Mintu nodded his head.

She responded immediately, “Of course. That is no issue atall. Khuku, you ensure that the door leading to the roof top is locked when he comes down back.”

I protested copiously and said, “Naaa. Ma. Aaamee parbo naa. Mintu’r paglamee amaakey ghumotay debay naa.” (“No. Mom, I cant do that. Mintu is a nut. And in pampering his nuttiness I won’t be able to catch some sleep.”)

My mother looked at me with that exasperated look which only harried mothers can give and said, “So what? He is here for only one night!! And you cant do this for your brother?? Shame on you!!”

I did not respond to my Mother but turned to Mintu and stuck my tongue out at him to make face at him.

Mintu smiled and said, “You can make as many faces as you like. I will see the stars and you will have to look after me. Serves you right for wanting to sleep all the time. Hahahahahaha.”

A dinner ended, I called the maid servant and said, “Komola. Take that thin coir mattress to the roof and place it there. Mintu will spend some time there.” And then I muttered, “Really stupid. I have to stay with him.”

To cement the scheme I loudly asked my Mother, “Ma. Why cant Mintu lock the door and come down?? Does he have to be chaperoned by me? And why me?? My brothers cant do that?”

My Mother then became firm and said, “I have asked you what you should be doing. I want to chatting back Okay?”

Komola took up the 3 inch thick coir mattress upstairs and asked, “Didi, should I take a pillow and a sheet also?”

I knew, it would be better to have some of those handy. So I responded, “Okay. Take one pillow and a bolster and take one light night cover.”

Komola again went upstairs and placed all and came down and reported that she had completed the activity.

While the servants went about closing the kitchen and shutting all the outer windows and locking all the other rooms, we chatted till about 11 PM. My parents went into their bedroom. In fact I could hear my Father snoring. The servants all retired to their quarters.

Eventually, at about 11.30 PM, Mintu got up and whispered, “So? Let us go upstairs.”

I got up and walked to my parents’ bedroom, knocked lightly on the door and peeped in and softly told my Mother, “Ma. I am taking that idiot upstairs. Okay? When I come down, there may be some noise. Don’t bother too much. Really what all I have to do!!??”

My Mother simply said, “Okay.” And lay back to go to sleep.

When Mintu was about to go to his room, he whispered to me, “Heeshee korbee naa.” (“Don’t pee, kay?”)

Soon Mintu appeared back in his track suit. I could see a slight distension at his crotch and the clearly dangling motion. I knew he had taken his underwear off to make it easy. Also I knew that his cock was half on the hop and was anticipating its meeting my pussy.

We went upstairs like two good siblings.

As I unlocked the lock and was pulling the hasp of the bolt to the side, noisily, he wrapped his arms around my waist and slowly ran his fingers over my entire front, tarrying a while on my boobs and then at my crotch.

The moment his fingers ran over my boobs, he felt the bra strap and he knew that I had not taken my bra off; he pushed me and hissed, “You are wearing a bra?”

In the meanwhile the door was open. As we stepped in, he shut the door from the roof end, pulled the hasp shut and grabbed me and turned me around with my back to him and pulled me closer and slowly raised both his palms to softly cup one boob each on one palm and whispered, “Take that off.”

I did not take steps to take it off. He released my boobs and then, one by one, unbuttoned my front opening kameez. The moment all the buttons were open, he pulled the back of the kameez all the way up my back and using both his hands, released the bra hook. The elastic released and the boobs bounced out.

He whispered, “I want this silly thing completely off your body,”

I knew he would simply take off my kameez and make love if I did not take it off immediately. Quickly I took the shoulder straps off from the small clasp that is used for adjusting the lift of the bra. The bra disintegrated and fell off.

He was happy.

Then he slowly slid his hands inside the front open kameez and started to fondle me. He whispered, “Lift your hairs from your shoulders.”

I did that. As I did that both my hands were up and he was having a field day playing with my full breasts. As my hair came up, he started planting hot kisses on the nape of my neck.

I felt, may be somebody was watching. So I hissed, “Stop. Someone may see us like this!!”

He stopped and looked around. I quickly wrapped the kameez around my body, but I dared not button it up again. He would simply tear it away and keep me naked. I knew if I did not co-operate in his urgency, he would not like it atall.

Then he said, “Wait. Let me get the bed ready.”

He quickly put the pillow in its right place and placed the bolster on the side and then took the cover and kept it aside, ready to be used.

On seeing his preparations, knees were giving way as I could feel the heat in me increasing and I could feel electric shocks passing through my body and terminating in my crotch.

I was buckling. He stopped me and turned me around like a doll and made me sit down on the mattress on the floor.

He sat next to me and said, “The stars, the moon and the Gods will now be able to see a brother fucking a sister.”

I almost felt violated by a piercing eye from heaven.

He slowly put his left hand over my shoulder and slowly pushed the kameez down my shoulders. As it slid down, it restrained my elbows from the back.

He looked at my naked breast and said, “Your breast. They are luscious. On seeing these two my cock starts jumping for more!!”

I suggested to him, “Toar pant taa khuley nay.” (“Take your pants off.”)

Mintu stood up. I held the elastic waist band and with one pull, got the track suit down. Indeed he was not wearing any underwear. His cock lumped out and stood erect in front of my face.

I assisted him step out of the pants on the floor and then slowly raised my palms and cupped his balls with my left palm and wrapped my right palm around his cock. I slowly pulled the foreskin of his cock back and forth and got him more excited.

I said, “Toar baada ta to akkebaarey khada hoye aachchey.” (“Your cock is really big and hard and raring to fuck.”)

He quickly sat down next to me and kissed me repeatedly on my face and mouth and eyes and then slowly came down to my now fully exposed and swollen breasts.

I was now shaking with desire and anticipation as to what he will do next.

While kissing he suddenly stopped. He said, “Shuyey pod. Tokay nangto korbo.” (“Lie down. I will now strip you naked.”)

He pushed me down onto the mattress and placed my head on the pillow. My elbows were restrained by my lowered kameez and then without any fuss, he fished out the cord of my salwar and gave one tug.

While he spread the kameez apart from my torso and exposed my breast while restraining my hands, he suggested, “Paachchaa ta tol. Salwaarta nambiye dee.” (“Lift your bottom. Let me take down this salwar.”)

He let his fingers stray under the loosened waist band of my salwar right over where my pubic hairs were once there. It was rather exciting.

He repeated, this time with urgency, “Paachchaa ta tol. Salwaarta nambiye dee.” (“Lift your bottom. Let me take down this salwar.”)

I was too hot not to do what he wanted. I lifted my buttocks. He held the salwar with both his hands and pulled it down right till me knees.

As I put my buttocks down, he pulled the salwar down further till my ankles and left it there and then firmly held my two knees and said, “Spread your legs. Let me caress your bald pussy.” (“Paa phaak kor. Toar nayada goooodey ektu haath dee.”)

Firmly he held my knees and slowly bent them up and then spread them both on two sides. The salwar at my ankles was restricting my spreading my legs wide, straight.

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It was Halloween again. I had ceased being scared, amazed, or even surprised by the holiday years ago

It was Halloween again. I had ceased being scared, amazed, or even surprised by the holiday years ago. Part of that had to do with the haunted house I had worked at through my high school and college years. I had seen it all, I was sure. Hell, I had been the one scaring other most of the time.

With that jaded mentality I was less then enthused to be heading back with a group of friends to the same damn haunted house I had worked at. They wanted a thrill and they felt I needed to be dragged along. 28 years old and single, they insisted I had no better way to spend my Sunday night then with them. Personally I would have rather watched my fish swim in circles in my aquarium, but telling them as much would have done more harm then good.

So there we were, standing in line at the entrance to the seasonal park. Every year for Halloween the 10 acre field was transformed into a nightmare landscape. Or as much as minimal funding and a lot of creativity would allow. The big haunted house and the maze were permanent structures, but everything else that was set up was erected for the one month long season and then taken down and stored for the next year. Meanwhile people of varying ages dressed up in costumes ran about trying to startle the paying customers.

I sighed when puff of smoke announced someone springing one of their pit gags. An air powered piston raised up someone dressed as a witch this time right beside us, making my friends jump in surprise. I smirked and shook my head. They had been placing that trick there for the past 4 years.

The witch leaned towards me, obviously recognizing me from the prior years when I had worked there, and shook her finger at me. In a shrilly witchy voice she said, “Don’t you worry, I’ll get you, my pretty!”

Another puff of smoke and she sank back into her pit. I shook my head and turned to my friends, who were laughing at me. I just shrugged. I could not help but wonder who the witch had been though, behind the makeup and the dark lighting she had looked pretty good. Her costume hugged her body nicely, if nothing else.

My friends and I soon split up. Everybody wanted to go and check out different attractions, never realizing we had enough time to try them all. Rather then explain that to them I let them do their thing. After all, this way I got out of having to endure the same things I had seen year after year. Instead I made my way to the concessions stand and hooked myself up with some hard cider and a couple of donuts. Normally donuts were not on my list of preferred munchies, but given the assortment of deep fried foods I deemed them the least damaging. I still promised myself I would do a few extra sets at the gym the next day though.

My one consolation was the girl working the concessions stand. Her named was Cindy and I had flirted with her the past few years I had worked there. She was dressed in a sexy Frankenstein outfit and my eyes were repeatedly drawn to the drawn on stitches on her skin that led into the neckline of her shirt. She was my greatest justification in buying several drinks.

Three hard ciders later I was feeling a little more social. I looked around, realizing I was bored and getting annoyed with the little kids that were running around and yelling. Having nothing better to do and not seeing any of my friends I headed for the house, wondering what lame stunts they had set up this year. On the way I found myself stopping briefly to chat with a few people I recognized, assuring them the place looked better then ever. I had a slight buzz so I was feeling kind.

I paused outside of the house and looked over, wondering. Sure enough, there she was, my fantasy girlfriend. I sighed again and shook my head. Dana Carver, hot-chick extraordinaire. Every year she was in the B-movie hayride exhibits. It was a hay ride around a track that had several scenes reproduced from various cheesy ‘B’ grade horror movies. Dana’s role was one of the sorority girls camping in the woods while some psycho jumps out of the woods and slaughters them all. The weapon varied each year, either knife, axe, chainsaw, or something else equally grisly, and the people on the wagon ate it up. Helped that the girls were spread around a campfire wearing slightly revealing clothing, again in ‘B’ movie style.

I shook my head and joined the line for the haunted house. I had flirted with Dana over the past couple of years too. She was only 22 and still had a lot of growing up to do. I realized she was 24 now, it had been two years since I worked there, and maybe she had done some of that growing up. I chuckled to myself and chased the thoughts away. Dana had never been and never would be more then a fantasy girl to me. If she only knew how responsible she was for the hundreds of millions of lost sperm she was responsible for.

I had to admit, the next thing that happened did indeed startle me. I heard a creaking noise and then the sound of wind rushing and the next thing I knew I had to take a step back as something literally flew past me. I turned and followed it and saw another witch on a broom. She made it to a platform built on a tree and stopped, turning to look back at me and grinning evilly. I looked up and saw a crane had been brought in and from it some cables were suspended, no doubt running to her and allowing her to swing back and forth from the platform she was on to another one. I nodded, it was an impressive set up.

It turned out the witch on a broom gag was just a distraction. I felt something grab my foot and I looked back as I was pulled off the narrow wooden bridge I was on. The fall was brief, with me landing on “web” of safety ropes. The person who had grabbed my ankle crawled out from under the bridge, moving along the ropes sensuously. It was a vampires, complete with the black hair, pale makeup, and bulging corset. I grinned, more impressed then ever and wondering why they had not done cool stuff like that when I had worked there.

She made her way to me, winking as she grew closer. I recognized her as Tiffany Jacobs, a girl who I had known to be into goth. It was no surprise she was dressed up as a vampire babe, I suspected she did that outside of Halloween season too. Not that I was complaining, she had the looks for it and as long as you were willing to overlook the perpetual smell of Marlboro Reds that hung around her she was kind of fun to hang out with.

“Look what I caught,” she said in a throaty voice accented as much as she could make it.

“Sucks to be me,” I said, grinning at my bad pun. She smirked in spite of herself and crawled over to me, brushing herself against me and nibbling on my neck with her plastic fangs.

“Tif, hurry up and get him down here!” I heard somebody whisper below us. She pulled away from me, pouting, and gave me a kiss on the lips that surprised me.

“No, this is the part that sucks,” she said with another wink. Then she pointed and shooed me away, showing me how to get out of the makeshift webbing.

I waved goodbye to her and made my way down to the ground, which had been dug out and turned into a set of tunnels that led into the house. I wondered how safe they were, but saw that they were shored up with fresh timbers and, in most places, were reinforced with plywood walls. Light was scarce but I fumbled through the mazelike tunnels until I finally came to a dead end. I frowned and felt around, grinning finally when I found a latch to pull on to open the door up.

It led me into a room in the basement of the house I knew well. Poles stretched from floor to ceiling with barber pole like black and white strips running around them. Strobe lights in the room fired off, disorienting the senses. Somewhere in the room, dressed in black with the white mask from the Scream movies, was at least 1 person with a plastic knife. I glanced around, remembering the trick to relaxing my vision and not focusing. There he was, moving up the right wall slowly to try and get behind me. I smiled and waved at him. He stopped, surprised, and waved back, realizing he had been busted.

I exited the room and headed through a tunnel with a revolving cylinder, doing my best to keep my balance as I walked through it. That was easy, but the next part had changed. In the past it had been a hallway with a descending ceiling, painted and lighted to make it appear as though you were growing, not that the room was shrinking. Now, however, it was a platform with rails I had to walk across and another cylinder rotated around me, the lines painted on it making me feel as though I should be rotating with it. I shook my head to clear it and stared straight ahead at the fixed point of the exit, then proceeded across. I had to admit, that was kind of neat too.

Once I was through that room I had to stop for a minute before proceeding into the next room. The spinning cylinder had given me a mild case of vertigo. I chuckled and proceeded, pushing through a door on my right. The room was one of the favorites of the workers; it contained a mannequin laying on a bed with fake blood all over it and signs of brutal murder. The rest of the bedroom was made up to look like the place of a violent murder as well, with more fake blood smeared on the walls and broken furniture, lamps, paintings, and other decorations. A railing ran through the room to keep the guests from going into the room itself and to help stop… him.

A man burst out of a secret door on the far side of the room and charged towards me, fake meat cleaver held high in the air. I had been expecting him and knew exactly where to look. He would stop as close to the rail as he could, with extra points awarded for actually brushing up against it. It was not uncommon for this particular exhibit to cause women to scream and we had even had a few pass out in the past. Like I said, it was one of our favorite exhibits.

What caught me off guard this time was not that he did not stop. He stopped right when he should have. It was somebody grabbing me from behind and pulling me through another secret door that surprised me! I had no idea about the door behind me, it was obviously something new. The door shut in front of me and I was plunged into darkness.

I was held by a pair of hands and from the softness of both the hands and the body I was held against I knew it was a woman. Then I felt other hands brushing against me, pulling me back and holding me still. I struggled briefly, testing their grip more then anything, and looked around nervously in the dark when I realized they were not going to let me go. I felt a couple of fingernails scrape across my cheek and I gasped at the sensation.

I opened my mouth to speak but was halted when soft lips pressed against mine, kissing me and stifling my words. Not only was my voice muffled, but my brain was short-circuited as well. What the hell was going on? Somebody started tugging at my belt and was unbuttoning my jeans. What the fuck?

I had a moment of lucidity then… There were multiple woman groping, fondling, and kissing me; why was I complaining?

My pants were pulled down then, taking my boxers with them and leaving me exposed. The lips left mine and I was maneuvered to the ground, laying on my back. Something soft and warm brushed across my lips, making me open them in a grin. I recognized it by tactile sensation alone. When it returned and latched on and started nibbling and sucking on the breast. After a few moments it pulled away and was replaced with its sister. I smiled around my mouthful and wondered who my wonderful benefactors were. This was to weird to be a fantasy come true, but I certainly had no complaints about it. In fact, I was beginning to think that maybe my own fantasies were a little to vanilla!

Somebody started jacking me off then, their soft hand wrapping around my cock and gently stroking up and down it. I was hard in seconds. Harder when I felt her hot breath and then her even hotter tongue licking the head of my dick. When she descended on me, slurping more then half of me into her mouth before I felt myself bottom out against her throat. I groaned happily, my hips bucking up instinctively.

The boobs pulled away from me then and I could hear as well as sense two people changing positions. The way I figured it there was four people there. One who was sucking my dick, two who were holding me, and a fourth who was… doing something else. I was not sure what until I could sense a body near my face again. Then the smell hit me and I grinned. I stuck out my tongue and lifted my head up, rewarded for my efforts when I tasted her pussy. She settled down on my face and humped her pussy over my lips and chin. I used my tongue as best I could but she did not seem interested in it, instead she wanted to just grind herself against me. I was not into the submissive role so much, but I could not complain really, it was the first pussy I had eaten in 3 months and she had a great flavor.

The mouth on my dick left then, making me moan at the sudden coolness of the October night air. They changed positions again next, though the one riding my face I suspect could not be budged with a lever big enough to move the Earth. I groaned happily when I felt someone sit on my dick, trapping it against my stomach as she rubbed her wet pussy up and down the length of it. She did this several times then finally picked herself up and used her hand to guide my cock to the entrance of her pussy. She sat down again, sliding down it slowly and deliciously. I gasped into the snatch on my face at the sensation of my dick slowly spreading her lips and filling her.

The woman on top of me shuddered and gasped, reaching down and putting her hands on my forehead as she ground her crotch against me even rougher. She came, fresh pussy juice coating my lips and chin so that I would look like a glazed donut later. I tentatively reached out and licked at her clit, making her squeal and fall away. I chuckled quietly, then focused on the incredible pussy that was milking my cock.

She would rise up, squeezing her muscles tightly and coaxing me to follow her, then she would crash back down, grunting a little as she bottomed out on my pelvis. It probably would have hurt had we not been having sex, so much pressure was she using.

Someone was kissing me again, licking gently at my abused lips and tasting the other woman’s juices. I opened my mouth and met the kiss, offering my tongue as a dancing partner to her. She accepted and we danced, sharing the taste of the first woman and both of us growing hotter by the minute. She pulled away from me then, nibbling with sharp teeth on my lip as she did so. I lay there, forced to refocus on the sensations building in my loins as the other women drove herself down onto me.

The kissing bandit returned, though this time she gave me the opposite end to kiss. She gently rubbed her ass against my face, confusing me for a moment but then I realized she had turned around and was facing towards my feet. I stuck my tongue out and slid it through her creamy slit, making her moan lightly. I was grateful for the distraction, to much more time spent focusing on my dick and I would have exploded deep inside of the woman fucking me so splendidly.

She, the woman on my face this time around, slid back and forth, making me change my tactics rapidly. I found she really got off when I rimmed her asshole with my tongue, something that I had never done before. Had I been in control of the situation I may never have done it either, but for some reason I had the justification that it was okay here, I had an excuse to let go my inhibitions.

The woman fucking me shuddered and sped up, slamming into me hard enough now to cause me to grunt in pain. She spasmed and convulsed as she orgasmed, her muscles clenching and contracting and squeezing my dick in ways that made me want to marry her. Then she fell off of me. Well, she fell off or was pulled off, I am not sure.

What I was sure of was that she was replaced by the fourth girl almost instantly. Her sopping pussy swallowed me whole almost instantly. I groaned as I felt myself entombed inside of her, the head of my dick poking against her cervix. She ground herself against me, squeezing my cock with her pussy while her clit made circles against my pubic bone. As good as the last girl was this one I preferred, she seemed to be taking it little more gently.

I refocused on the ass girl above me, driving my tongue against her sphincter and trying to penetrate it. Something wild had come over me and I did not stop to think what it was or to fight it, I just went with it. She grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled them apart, giving me as much access as she could. Regardless of my effort and her willingness I just could not fight past her sphincter with me tongue. Not too disappointed, she went for second place and slid her ass up enough so that I could suck and lick her pussy some more. She moaned above me began to hump my face. Not as rough as the first girl, but the movements were unmistakable.

I did my best but my best was not good enough. I was moments away from cumming. I tried to pull away from her or to get her to stop but with my mouth muffled by muff and my hands still restrained, I could do nothing more to resist the inevitable. I stabbed my tongue up into the pussy above me as deeply as I could and arched my neck, rubbing my chin against her clit and pushing her over the edge into an orgasm. She tried to drown me with her girl cum, surprising me, then pulled herself away from me.

I groaned and slammed my dick up into the pussy that was clenching my cock like a velvet fist. A soft, hot, wet, tight velvet fist. The tremors began in my feet and I made soft grunting noises with each thrust. She rode me like a professional cowgirl, her hips moving in sync with mine and stretching the last few precious seconds out into a single moment in eternity. She gasped and stiffened above me, her arms braced against my chest and her hands clawing almost painfully into my pecs. I erupted inside of her, driving myself up into her and filling her with my cum. She moaned loudly and forced her pussy as far down on my cock as she could, letting none of my cum escape while she whimpered and shuddered around me.

I had succeeded, all four women had gotten off. I was elated. I was proud. I felt like a million bucks and I felt like a stud. I was also fucking exhausted! The women still on me stayed still until my dick deflated enough to slide out. She slid off me then. The girls holding my arms let go too. I thought I was free to go, though I really wanted to go nowhere unless it was with the four of them, until I heard them whispering quietly among themselves. I could not make out their words, so quiet were they. They reached a decision quickly though, for they returned to me.

I felt one crawling up my legs, her tits brushing my thighs and her mouth encircling my shrunken prick, licking my cum and their juices from it. Had I been able to see what she was doing it may have been enough to get another round out of me. As it was it just blew my mind away.

Another girl made her way to my stomach, kissing and tonguing it then moving up to my nipple and biting on it. I gasped at the pain, then relaxed a little. Sure it had hurt but I just had an incredible orgasm and, although weird, it felt kind of good too. Another woman made her way to my throat on the opposite side and nuzzled in there, kissing and nibbling away at it. Each nibble caused a tiny pinch, again a minor pain but enough I could ignore as it was more erotic then anything.

The woman sucking my cock pulled away and spent a few precious moments bathing my testicles with her saliva then she started kissing and nipping at the inside of my thighs. I chuckled and wondered if they all had the same plastic fangs that Tiffany had used on me earlier.

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Mark glanced at his speedometer, it read 77 miles per hour. He adjusted his foot on the accelerator, regretting his caution but knowing that his luck did not allow for carelessness

Mark glanced at his speedometer, it read 77 miles per hour. He adjusted his foot on the accelerator, regretting his caution but knowing that his luck did not allow for carelessness. He was on his way to meet with the women he impetuously referred to as his girlfriend. It was impetuous because they had never met before. Oh, they knew each other inside and out, from favorite foods to most embarrassing moments. They had seen each other countless times in pictures and streaming video, but at long last they were going to meet.

It was also impetuous because they were both mired in their careers and in their lives. Moving closer was not an option for either Mark or Kathy, but after a year of online chatting, including countless times spent in front of webcams, they had insisted upon taking the chance. They just had to know what the other person was like. In person, that is.

It was a dreary August day outside, something uncommon in southern Michigan. It was still hot and balmy, but the warm rain made the humidity even worse. Typical weather would have been hot and unpleasant and blisteringly sunny for the locals who were used to less direct sunshine. Thus it was only atypical in the absence of the sun.

Mark pulled off at their agreed upon exit and drove up the road a ways to the nearby state park. He pulled off and checked his watch, anxious. He was early by nearly 30 minutes, but given the speed his blood was pulsing through his veins he was surprised he was not earlier still. He settled back and tried to calm himself, seeking peace through meditation. It eluded him.

Kathy pulled up and parked ahead of him, surprising him. He glanced at his watch and noticed they had 25 minutes to go until they were supposed to meet. He grinned when he realized she was clearly as nervous and as anxious as he was. Then again, what if it was not really Kathy? He peered at the van, fearful of making an embarrassing mistake. The color, dark green, and the model, a Ford Aerostar, were correct. It had Iowa tags on it. It had to be her!

Mark shut his car off and opened the door, instantly feeling the choking moisture threaten to smother his lungs. He ignored it and stepped out of his car, wishing for a moment that he had an umbrella to protect him from the persistent drizzle. Realizing wishes were useless, he strode forward boldly and walked up to the driver side of the van.

Before he could reach the window the door opened and a leg swung out. Mark realized he was holding his breath as he looked at the leg. It seemed to go on forever and, aside from the open toed sandals she wore that displayed her cutely painted toenails, it was naked. Eyes wide, he was soon greeted with the rest of her body. She stepped out of the van and smiled a little nervously at him. She had on a light pale blue dress that fell nearly to her knees once she was standing. Mark saw her and returned her smile, feeling a little less foolish all of a sudden.

“Hi,” he said, stepping towards her.

Uncertainly she responded, raising her own hand as she parroted his greeting.

Mark shook his head and laughed, growing bolder by the second. He saw the same person now he had seen countless times on his computer monitor, and he knew how to read her. He took her hand and pulled her to him, catching her off guard but not off balance.

“Shaking hands? That’s no way for us to finally meet,” he said as he pulled her to him.

Kathy was surprised but she did not resist. She let him pull her into his arms and she enjoyed the feeling of his strong grip. Then their lips were touching and she closed her eyes, surrendering to his masculinity. The raw smell of the falling rain on the grass and forest floor, the taste of his skin, and the feel of his hands on her body caused her to lose herself in him.

When the kiss ended she realized she was all but panting for breath. The rain had picked up some, from a drizzle to a serious sprinkle. She stared at him and said, after a moment, “Hi”. This time her voice was more relaxed and playful. Mark grinned at her and leaned in for another kiss.

“We’d better go somewhere and get out of this rain,” he said to her when they finished with their second, and longer, kiss. Already her dress was sticking to her skin and showing just how truly light it was. Mark was not complaining, by any means, but he though propriety might serve him well.

“Mmmm,” Kathy moaned softly. “I don’t think so. I love the rain… you know what I’ve always wanted to do…”

Mark chuckled, then looked at her. Yes, she was serious. “Okay, where to?” He asked her.

“Follow me,” she teased, turning back to her van and reaching inside to get her purse. She pulled it out and Mark’s eyes creased in a smirk. He had teased her many times about the size of her purse, though before he had only seen it in pictures or via a webcam. It was large enough to fit a small dog inside and still have room left over.

Kathy took off down a trail, surprising him with her speed and apparent self-confidence. Then again, he knew that when she made her mind up to do something she was a force to be reckoned with. A grin on his face, he followed after her.

Several minutes of walking brought them to an area where the trail widened and a few wooden benches rested. The tree cover prevented the worst of the growing storm from reaching them, but large drops of water and occasional gusts of wind still plagued them. Mark had no complaints, of course, because it had turned Kathy’s dress into something that he could see through.

She turned to face him and smiled, a little anxiety apparent in her curved lips. Mark stepped towards her, keeping his eyes away from her dark nipples that poked through the soaked material covering them. Their arms opened and they embraced again, reliving the passion they had shared only moments before.

Kathy could feel Mark’s hardness straining against her through their wet clothing. She ground her thigh up against it, making him gasp. She grinned, breaking the kiss, and stepped back away from him. Mark tried to move forward to her but she held her hands out, fingertips lightly touching his shoulders. She shook her head, saying nothing, and let her hands drop to her sides.

Mark watched her, fascinated and caught up in her spell. Her fingers curled around the hem of her dress and pulled it up, peeling it away from where it was clinging to her skin. In slow, torturous moments she stood with her dress bunched up in her hands, then it was sailing through the air and landing on a bench. She stood nude in front of him, save for her sandles. She had worn no underwear beneath her dress.

Mark stepped towards her again, determined to possess her again. She let him, and they kissed anew. Mark’s hands roamed over her back and sides, then down to her ass. He rubbed and grasped her naked flesh. Gently, yet firmly, he conveyed his need to her. Kathy writhed up against his trapped cock and felt him trembling against her.

Neither of them knew what happened next, whether Mark had pushed her down or whether she had dropped to her knees herself in front of him. What mattered was that her mouth was inches from his waist and both of them were totally focused on the moment. Kathy licked her lips and ran her hands up his thighs. Mark just stared at her, lost in the moment and in his passion.

She was undoing his belt and then the button on his pants then. Mark came to life, lifting his hands to help her, then realizing he would only get in the way. She unzipped him and reached inside, pulling him free from the sleeve his underwear had trapped him in. Mark stared in awe as she held him steady in her hands and reached out with her tongue to lick the growing wet spot on the end of his penis. She withdrew her tongue, causing a strand of the pre-cum to grow until it finally parted. Mark gasped, and that was apparently the signal Kathy was waiting for.

She opened her glistening lips and took him between them with no more preamble or warning. He shuddered and his hips bucked at the sudden sensations of warmth, pressure, and suction. Kathy descended on him until he bumped into the back of her throat, then she stopped. There was still a little distance to go on him, but one thing at a time.

She held him there in her mouth, stiff as a piece of forged steel, and increased her hold on him with her lips and her tongue. Sucking as hard as she could, she swallowed repeatedly. Mark’s knees trembled and his hands reached out to her head, whether for balance or to guide her neither yet knew. It turned Kathy on immensely to know the effect she was having on him. Already she could taste a fresh surge of his pre-cum. She fought the urge to chuckle, knowing he would not last nearly as long as he had claimed over the net that he would be able to.

She began bobbing her head up and down on him then, using one hand in front of her lips to cover as much of his cock as she could and increase the pleasure. He groaned and let his hands ride with her head as it slowly pistoned on his shaft. Kathy’s other hand slipped between his legs, her fingernails gently tickling and scratching at his scrotum and then the skin behind and beneath it.

Mark shuddered, bucking his hips forward again instinctively. Kathy tried not to grin around her mouthful of his flesh. She loved giving head, the power she felt while bringing her lover such pleasure, and the trust she felt bestowed on her to do so, was indescribable. Beyond definition as it was, it was also an incredible aphrodisiac to her.

After a few moments of being fed a gradual stream of Mark’s seminal fluid Kathy realized she had to have some attention herself. She loved giving head and could happily do it for hours on end, but there was something special about this meeting. All the time they had spent chatting, all the things they had shared, and all the intimate moments without physical closeness between them were making this first meeting something so overpowering that she was breaking her own rules.

She dropped her hand from his balls and reached between her own spread legs. She slipped her finger inside of herself and realized, for the first time, that she was so wet and turned on that her juices were running down her legs. She almost laughed again, but was stopped by her growing lust as much as the dick in her mouth that would have muffled any attempts.

She reached into the purse beside her, which she had dropped before removing her dress and all but forgotten about. A few moments of blind fumbling and she found what she sought. A small vibrator, ready and anxious to be used. She slipped it between her legs and slid it inside of her pussy, surprised at how both how good it felt and how easily it had gained entrance.

Kathy realized how incredibly turned on she was as well. She could not remember ever having been as wet as she was right then and there. She was so turned on her juices were actually running down the insides of her thighs. Just having the small vibrator inside of her, even turned off, was distracting her from the task that she took such painstaking care in perfecting over the years.

Kathy slid her hand back up Mark’s leg, the dildo concealed from his view and carefully not touching his skin. She reached up with her pointer finger and traced a line from his sack back to his rectum, tickling the skin as she want and making him moan appreciatively. When she reached his ass Mark’s breath hissed between his teeth. He hesitated a moment then shifted his legs, allowing her better access. Kathy could not help but smile around him this time.

Her finger, also slick with her juices, probed gently at him, teasing and relaxing the muscles as it insistently slipped inside of him. He grunted at the intrusion, swelling harder in her mouth. Kathy slowed down her oral ministrations on him, careful to keep him from exploding too quickly. She pursed her lips tightly around his cock just behind the head of it, squeezing with her hand on it as well to help him regain a few precious moments of control. It worked, for Mark relaxed a little, the death grip his ass had on her finger relenting.

Kathy removed the finger, hearing his disappointed sigh and loving it. She replaced it with the tip of the vibrator, surprising him with its thicker girth and sliding it inside of him before he had a chance to react to it. He grunted, surprised and suddenly filled. Kathy held it in place and did her swallowing trick again, sucking forcefully at his dick with her mouth. He relaxed again and started using his hands to guide her head up and down on his cock again. Kathy smiled around him, knowing it was time.

She pulled her hand away from him and let him pull her all the way down until her lips mashed against his pubic hair. He held her there for a second then pulled her away, repeating the process with growing speed. Kathy adored the attention and the obvious care he was taking in not gagging her, for he was clearly lost in his passion.

She twisted the base of the vibrator then, turning it on inside of him. Mark moaned, the loudest and most powerful she had yet heard, and shuddered in her mouth. He lost control, pulling her head harder and faster on to him. Grinning in satisfaction at knowing she had done this to him, Kathy managed to get her hand back around the base of his cock to keep him from choking her accidentally. Nothing killed the mood of a good blow job more than a gagging and retching woman.

She twisted the slippery vibrating dildo in his ass and pistoned it in and out a little, causing his cock to stiffen in her mouth and spill out a small tremor induced dollop of his cum. It was time, and she knew it.

She pulled away from him, her face only inches from his throbbing penis, and worked her hand up and down his spit-slickened shaft as fast and as firmly as she could. Mark gasped and surrendered control of his body to the passions racing through him. His hips bucked in her hands and in seconds the first explosion racked through him and caused a rocket of his cum to burst across her face. The geyser continued interrupted only by the spasming muscles with him, coating her chin, lips, cheeks, nose, and even forehead with his juices. It took all the control Kathy had to not open her eyes and watch him for fear of getting hit directly in the eyes.

Finally the deluge of his hot seed ended. She opened her eyes and looked up at him, smiling happily at her success. She still held his manhood in her hand, which had begun to slowly recede from her. Meeting his appreciate gaze with her own lustful one, she stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of his cock where a thick drop of his semen had gathered. Normally the texture was something she could not handle, but in small amounts and for someone special she was willing to make exceptions.

Mark watched her appreciatively, still to overwhelmed by the earth-shattering blow job to think or react. She slipped the head of his cock in her mouth and sucked, making him shiver at the now sensitive nerve endings. She turned the vibrator off and pulled it out of him, dropping it in the wet grass beside the trail for later recovery. Mark stared down at her lovingly as she continued to massage him with her tongue and lips.

Much to his surprise she continued to do it, worshipping his penis as though it staying hard mattered to her more than life or death. The minutes passed by and he realized that the mental change that always happened after an orgasm was receding. Her technique was working, he was feeling more energetic and more focused on sex again. To echo his sentiments his cock started to swell again. It had never fully deflated thanks to her ministrations, and now it was engorging itself again for a second round. He grinned and reached down to her shoulders, pulling her up.

Kathy stood, unhappily relinquishing her mouth’s grip on his dick, and looked at him. Forgetting the cum spattering her face he kissed her again, their tongues battling against each other. Then they parted and he turned her around and guided her to one of the benches. She followed his lead knelt on the seat and supported herself with her arms on the backrest of it. Mark reached up and wiped his face, realizing he wore some of his own spunk from the kiss, and pulled his hand away in concern. He looked at it for a long second, then shrugged and wiped his hand off on his shirt.

Mark stepped up behind Kathy and ran his fingers down her back, making her shiver in delight. He knelt down behind her and teased her ass with his fingertips, lightly running them all over it and paying special attention to the valley separating her cheeks. He slid his fingers down further, running them through the wet valley that her opened lips offered, and gently grazing her most sensitive spot. She jumped on the bench, surprised by her own reaction to his fingers and the magic they seemed to contain with them.

Then she felt Mark’s tongue sliding down her that same valley. It dipped lower and lower, making her hold her breath and pray that he would not stop. She nearly squealed in excitement when he stayed on his course, and would have had her breath suddenly been lost to her. The feeling of his tongue licking over and teasing her rectum made her forget to breath. Then when she remembered all she could do was moan loudly at the incredible sensation of his hot breath on her sensitive skin. More than the sensation it was the intimacy and the knowledge that someone was actually licking her…back there!

She had fantasized for years of just such an encounter, and without even realizing it every shower had spent extra time making sure if it happened she would be ready for it. Having some warning, but still uncertain if they would hit it off in person, Kathy had gone out of her way to be sure she was as clean as humanly possible, both inside and out.

She had no idea if Mark appreciated her hard work or not, but she know that she certainly appreciated it! She moaned again as she felt his fingers flutter over her clitoris and his thumb slip insider her pussy. His tongue continued its dance and she lowered herself on the bench to push her ass up and back at him, giving him as much access as he wanted. To be so obscenely exposed only excited her more.

Knowing that the encounter was heading in the direction she had hoped and prayed it would, Kathy could stand no more torture, wonderful as it was. “I. Need. You. In. Me!” She gasped between breaths.

Unseen behind her, Mark grinned. He stood up and took his dick in his fist. It was still swollen and hard, begging to be used again. He nodded in pride and stepped up behind her, sliding it up and down from the steamy swamp of her pussy to the glistening starfish that was her anus. Kathy groaned and tried to talk but Mark was not paying attention, he slid his dick down to her entrance and plunged it inside of her liquid heat.

Kathy let out a long moan, her body pushing back against his instinctively. “No…” she gasped as the ground and pumped against each other. “Not there…”

Mark stopped, surprised. Did he hear her right? “You want it somewhere else?” he asked, uncertainly.

“Oh God yes!” she said, pushing back against him in spite of herself.

“Where do you want me?” He asked, playing dumb and having fun with it.

“Back there.”

“Back where?” He continued, now teasing her.

“You know where, fuck me back there!”

Mark pulled out of her slowly, feeling the suction as her body told him it wanted him to remain where he was. He gently poked his dick at her asshole, just bumping up against it.

“You want me in here?” He asked.

“Yessssssss!” she hissed.

“You want me in your ass? You want me to fuck your ass?”

Kathy moaned and shook her head emphatically.

“Tell me then, tell me where you want it,” he continued, applying a little pressure to drive her over the edge.

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Once upon a time there was a young maiden that seemed to come straight from a storybook.

Once upon a time there was a young maiden that seemed to come straight from a storybook. Long, flowing brown hair that seemed to float about her head and shoulder and always catch the glint of sunlight with it’s shine. Her eyes the most beautiful shade of green, and deep enough to easily get lost in. Her skin was smooth and soft and the envy of all the girls. This young maiden’s body seemed to nearly be taken from a young boys dreams, so slim and shapely was it. And then, beyond the mere physical aspects of her beauty was her mind. The mind of this particular young maiden was truly something to behold. Her imagination and intelligence were seldom tested, so quick of whit was she. When all of these features were combined together in one nearly perfect body, she seemed so nearly flawless as to be an angel. Then she would smile, and any heart looking upon her would break anew and the beauty and purity displayed.

The scales of balance seldom allow one person to much favor, however. For this maiden was plagued by a very trying and difficult life. Practically from the moment the world was blessed with her newborn presence into it, in fact. From jealous and cruel parents to the taunting and teasing of her ill mannered peers, the maiden struggled to pursue the more noble goals in life. Many times, in her kind hearted ways she was tricked into being hurt by the more wicked facets of life. Many times her trusting ways led her to be ambushed by grief, whether it be a simple untruth told to her, or the more intricate lie of a potential suitor that could see no further then her physical beauty and her parents their gain should her hand be won.

One day this delicate young flower of a girl was performing a chore for her mother. Often her mother would demand that the girl do some trivial duty for her, more out of a sense of corrupt power then anything else. On this particular day it was nearing the end of winter, and the sun was about to make the light coating of snow dazzle beautifully. Her task was to walk into the local village and purchase some specially treated medicinal roots from the apothecary for her mothers numerous aches and pains. Her strong spirit unbowed by the task, the young maiden set out for the village. The beauty of the day was not lost on her, and indeed, it alone kept her from feeling the cold of the weather.

Her task completed a few hours later, the maiden sought to return to the poorly maintained hut her family eked out a living in. Just out of town she realized that she was being followed. Knowing the types of people that lived in the village, the maiden quickly picked up her pace. In her haste, she missed her path and soon found herself lost. She turned again and again, trying to find her path and her way back home to safety. As the daylight waned and the sub began to set the maiden began to grow even more frightened. She could still hear her pursuers, and they seemed to be gaining on her, in spite of the random turns she took through the forest of evergreens.

The maiden could see her breath before her face, and knew that it was growing too cold with the night for her to possibly survive without a fire or at very least a sheltered place to stay. She continued on, her lungs and legs both straining against the cold and exhaustion. She turned down a new path finally, one she had not seen before. The light of the full moon before her on the ground, lighting the way well.

The maiden discovered that the path she had just went down was a poor choice, for it ended suddenly at a cave. Thinking that some animal or creature lived within the cave, the maiden quickly turned to flee. Her pursuers had caught her, however. Four men stood on the path, preventing her escape. She recognized them as youths from the village, and not a one of them was often complimented for manners or good grace.

They advanced on her slowly, leers on their faces at the carnal thoughts going through their heads. The maiden retreated again, forgetting the dark and foreboding cave behind her. She stepped back again and again until she bumped into the rock that formed the entrance of the cave. With a startled gasp, she looked behind and realized her position. Terror threatened to overtake her.

The dangerous youths advanced on her and, seeing her hopelessly trapped, they grinned lecherously. Then, as one, their eyes widened in surprise. A figure darted by the maiden’s leg, coming out of the cave so quickly that she had to be certain she hadn’t imagined it. It was indeed an animal, though a very noble looking one. A wolf with silver fur.

The wolf growled at the men and advanced on them. The would-be aggressors were filled with fear. As the wolf’s mouth widened to show its sharp and dangerous teeth, they turned and ran. The wolf stood there a moment longer, its hackles raised at them. Then it turned to the maiden and walked up to her.

The maiden was grateful for the sudden reprieve from the men, but her fear returned when she realized that the wolf could quickly end her life before she had ever known joy. She shivered as the wolf sat on its haunches in front of her. There seemed to be an intelligence in the wolf’s brown eyes as it looked into her own. For how long the starred at one another, the maiden did not know. All she knew was she felt safe from the wolf, and as though it was trying to tell her something. Finally the beast shook its head in a way most canine and yet not. It opened its maw and bit down on her shirt cuff lightly. It backed into the cave and gently pulled her in behind it.

The maiden followed the wolf into the cave, her mind beyond fear now. She had to crouch, but the wolf led her to a small room where she could sit down and stretch out her legs on the dirt and rock floor. She did so and looked at the wolf, suppressing another shiver. The wolf moved next to her and laid down so as to aid her with its body heat. Thinking herself quite mad, the maiden surrendered to her exhaustion and curled up about the wolf, dropping off into a very peaceful sleep from which she did not know if she would awaken.

When the morning came the maiden awoke with a start. She found herself alone inside the cave and had to wonder if she imagined some of what had happened. Immediately she remembered her family and knew how angry they would be at her for not returning the day before. She gathered herself together and made her way out of the cave. Back in the sunlight, she looked about and saw proof that she had not imagined any of it, for the tracks of the village men and the wolf were still very fresh in the snow. She shuddered and quickly began to move down the path to try and find her way home again.

“Where are you going without so much as a thank you?”

The maiden spun about, her heart in her throat. She saw a man sitting on the rock above the cave. He was an average looking man, or of an average build at least, yet one look in his eyes told her that he was by no means an average person. The man hopped off the rock and walked up to her. He took her hand and kissed it tenderly.

“My apologies, my lady, for I have startled you,” the man said. “I am but a wandering man with no taste for the cities. I was coming back her last night and I found that my pet wolf had already discovered you. I saw how comfortable you were, so I let you stay. I wish you no harm.”

The maiden looked upon the man and noticed the design on his tunic, as well as the sword as his side. An overheard snort caused her to look behind her, where she saw a magnificent black stallion coming down the path to stop at the man’s side. She had heard of this man, had heard him many times. It was said that he was a knight, though a black and evil one that never let anyone who saw him live to tell of it. Funny, the maiden though, if he never let anyone live, how did anyone know about him? Yet as the maiden looked into the man’s eyes, she saw a warmth hidden within. She saw a promise of something grand. She found herself feeling that she had known this man all of her life, and that he had known her all of his.

“Can I offer to take you home, milady?”

The maiden snapped out of her reverie and nodded, remembering that the stories told to her by her family said that she should be afraid. Yet she found that she could not fear this strange knight.

“Are you a knight?” She finally asked.

The man smiled sadly at her. “No, milady. I am no knight. I only try to do the best that I can to help out. I am afraid that, try as hard as I might, I have done more harm then good in my time.”

The woman nodded, her feeling uncertain and confused. The man helped her up onto his horse and they rode for several hours, talking to one another the whole time. Finally the man turned to her and asked, “Where am I taking you, milady?”

Realizing with a blush that she had not told the man where she lived, she opened her mouth to speak. The she realized she did not want this worldly and sophisticated man to know where she lived, for surely he would lose any interest in her instantly upon seeing the shack. She smiled at him apologetically and said, “Can we not ride some more?”

The man shrugged and the continued to ride for most of the day. Near sunset, the man again asked her where she lived. Frowning , the maiden gave him vague directions, and as soon as she was near her home she had him drop her off, claiming that she would be in trouble if she were to be delivered by a stranger. That was well and true, but she knew she would be in enough trouble as it were for being so late. Still, the maiden felt it was worth it to have had the adventure she had with the man.

As she turned to walk down the path towards her house the man called out to her. She turned to see him standing on the ground behind her. He smiled sadly and again took her hand in his. Kissing it tenderly, he let a single tear roll down his face. Saying nothing else, he turned and mounted his horse and was gone. The maiden stood there for several minutes, watching him go. Tears had also fallen from her face, but she could not remember a time when she had been happier.

The maiden did indeed get in trouble for her tardiness. But in spite of their renewed cruelties, she searched again and again for the man. She had mentioned him to no one, and with no new news of a great man on a magnificent black horse, she again began to wonder at her own sanity. A full month passed, and once again her mother sent her into the village to fetch some herbs for her.

This time fate was against her, for she ran into that same group of ruffians on the way into town. They quickly subdued her and carried her off into the woods where they could work their own brand of evil upon her. Two of them held her down while another kept watch. The fourth ruffian advanced on her with lust in his eyes.

The man keeping watch cried out as a rock cracked into his skull, knocking him unconscious. The other three spun to face the threat and saw the man standing before them. The drew knives and advanced, meaning to avenge their fallen comrade. In a quick scuffle the man had used his sword to disarm one of the men and to wound another. The remaining man helped his friends as they beat a hasty retreat, scared off once blood was drawn.

The maiden picked herself up from the ground and rushed forward to hug her savior. Tears flowed quite freely from her eyes as they embraced. Then she found herself holding him up. She broke away as he stumbled and grabbed onto a tree to keep from falling. She saw the growing patch of red on his side and knew he had been stabbed.

She helped the man onto his horse and he told her where to take him, back to the cave. With his guidance, the maiden piloted the horse there quite easily. Once there, she stripped his shirt off of him and dressed the wound as best she could. It was a bad wound, but he was in no danger of dying. She thanked him time and again. Smiling weakly, he returned her thanks for helping him with his wound.

“Milady, I have but one request. If you have any kindness or gratitude in your heart for me at all, I beg of you do not leave this cave tonight.”

The maiden found it an odd request, but not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth, she quickly agreed. The day wore on and soon dusk fell. The maiden fell asleep in the man’s arms, feeling more safe and secure then ever before in her life.

Sometime in the middle of the night she woke to the sound of a howl. She looked about but could not find the man who had saved her. Not thinking, she crawled through the cave towards the entrance. Remembering her promise, she stopped at the opening, not quit leaving it. The sight that awaited her left her speechless. In the small clearing outside of the cave the maiden saw several wolves of varying colors and sizes. Through movements, howls, and yips, it appeared that they were communicating. Then she saw the beautiful silver wolf that had saved her. She saw the wolf and she saw the wound in its side.

The maiden sat there, stunned, unable to think. The silver wolf turned and saw her. It looked into her eyes and she could sense a great sadness. The maiden turned, refusing to accept what she had seen. Behind her, the wolf raised its head towards the full moon and let loose the most painful and mournful howl she had ever heard. Back in the room her mind once again allowed her body to fall asleep, though she had no memory of when or how it happened.

In the morning, the maiden crawled out of the cave, convinced she had just had a strange and wild dream in the night. Outside the cave she found a letter that was addressed to her. Opening it she felt tears rush to her eyes while she read it;

“My dearest lady,

The stories of my existence are so great and filled with evil that they are Beyond my means of undoing. Long ago I was cursed for a mistake I made. A curse I laid upon myself. Now I travel the world as a man most of the time, and as a bloodthirsty wolf at others. Please understand that you are in no danger and that I will never allow any harm to come to you if it be within my power to prevent it. Of all times, I thought that never again could I feel love. You have allowed me this, and I must end it now ere it consumes me again as it did before. I will always be watching over you, but please never again look for me, for I could not stand your rejection.”

The maiden clutched the letter to her chest and wept unashamedly. She turned and saw the stallion staring at her. In its eyes she though she saw a hint of anger, perhaps some sadness as well. She walked up to the great horse, sniffing back tears. She reached up to pet it but the stallion shook its head and kept it out of her reach. Her eyes again filling with tears, she hung her head. The stallion whickered softly and gently nudged her with its nose. She looked up through blurry eyes and saw that it had moved and that it wanted her to mount it.

The maiden climbed into the saddle and stared off into space as the horse quickly returned her home. She dismounted and went inside, stopping only long enough to watch the beautiful stallion turn and galloped away. She found in her pocket the herbs she had been sent to the village for, as well as a pouch of money that had not been there before. She smiled sadly and went off to attend her duties.

Months passed by quickly, and with every full moon the maiden could hear a long and mournful howl in the wind. A howl that threatened to bring tears to her eyes every time she heard it. She did try to look for the man / wolf on several occasions, but never was she able to find him.

He still watched out for her though, Whenever she was sent into town, she could feel his protective presence nearby. Never again was she bothered by the ruffians or brawlers in the village. Indeed, because of this protection and the special feeling it provided her, she held her head up higher and walker straighter. People began to notice her more, and soon it was that almost never was a harsh thing said about her. The maiden found herself becoming truly happy, found herself becoming truly alive. The maiden found herself missing the man who had taken her life under his protection and then given it back.

Rumors always abounded of wolves killing farm animals, and in especially hard winters, wolves had even been known to attack humans. The maiden always grew tense whenever she head of this, for such animals were almost always hunted down and destroyed. In nine long months of joy and sadness, never once did she hear of a silver wolf being hunted or even spotted.

Then one day on a return trip from the village two of the infamous thugs that had assaulted her in the past caught up to her with the intent of making her pay for their embarrassment before. She was taken into the woods and her clothing ripped from her body harshly. One of the men secured her while the other began to ravage her body even more. Before he could complete his invasion of her he found himself flying bodily over the both of them.

The maiden watched in awe as the wolf landed upon the now supine man’s back and dug its hind claws in. The claws left bloody furrows in his flesh, causing him to arch his back in pain and raise up his head. The wolf took the opportunity to tear out the man’s throat.

The other attempted rapist stumbled backwards quickly. He turned and ran towards the village, terrified. In a second, the wolf was after him. The maiden lay on the ground, stunned by the turn of events. She could hear the man screaming hysterically about a wolf attack. She gathered some of her sense about her and grabbed up what little she could of her torn and rent clothing.

As the maiden tried, and failed, to cover herself modestly, she heard the man scream again. The wolf had caught him. She could also hear the cries of the villagers rushing out to investigate. She prayed that the wolf would get away in time. She knew that if she were found here the superstitious villagers would put her and the wolf in league together. She quickly fled back towards her house.

News traveled quickly, and by the next day she had learned that a hunting party was being assembled to hunt down a silver wolf that had been seen killing two boys from the village. Somebody had wounded it that night with an arrow, so it should not be too hard to find. She kept her emotions in check, but as soon as she was alone she allowed the tears to flow.

The maiden knew where to find it. As soon as she could she spirited away from the nearly ruined hovel she was forced to call home and rushed through the woods. She knew she could find the man at the cave, but every time she had looked for it, it had been impossible to find. She wandered for hours, finally getting herself thoroughly lost. Off in the distance she could hear the braying of the dogs in the hunting party, so she knew she must be close

After the sun set, it was too dark in the forest for her to do much more then wander blindly. She came upon a crossroads of sorts and studied each direction, trying to decide which to choose. She felt something moist and warm blown on the back of her neck. Turning quickly, she was startled to find the black stallion standing behind her. It pawed the ground impatiently and moved so that she could mount it.

The stallion took the maiden down the path she had already been on. She nearly smacked herself when she saw the stallion turn and walk down another path that seemed to be plain as day now, but was all but invisible before. The path ended nowhere else but at the entrance to the cave.

The maiden quickly jumped down from the stallion and ran into the cave. She crawled back to the room and found the man laying on the ground, curled up in a ball. He was naked, and an arrow stuck out from the left side of his chest. Around the wound was a fine silver down that she knew to be the same stuff the wolf used for fur.

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It started out as an accident. I had no idea myself how much it would affect me, but when my boyfriend Ryan ran his fingers through my hair I felt shivers run through my entire body. It relaxed me and excited me.

It started out as an accident. I had no idea myself how much it would affect me, but when my boyfriend Ryan ran his fingers through my hair I felt shivers run through my entire body. It relaxed me and excited me.

We were just sitting on the couch watching a movie at the time, he with his arm around me. I snuggled closer into him, hoping he would do it again. He did, confirming for me that it was definitely turning me on, but then the movie picked up and he got distracted.

By the time the movie was over I was frustrated. Unwittingly, he had started something that needed to be continued, but he had no clue. I tried flicking my hair towards him, but he just got annoyed when it got in his face and blew it away. It was not my style to say anything, after all, I did not want him to think me needy. So I just bit my lip and tried to figure out a way to get him to do it without him realizing what was going on.

The movie was over and it was getting late. Later than we usually stayed up, in fact. Unfortunately, I had something that needed to be taken care of. Unless Ryan was exhausted he never seemed to mind helping me out, after all, I made sure he was taken care of too!

“Good movie,” he said, rubbing his hand on my upper arm. Sure, that was nice, but I had something else in mind.

“Mmm,” I replied noncommittally, sliding my hand up his leg suggestively. I glanced down at his lap and watched my hand as it gently rubbed his crotch, then began undoing the button on his shorts and then the zipper.

“I’ll show you a good movie,” I purred, fishing his rapidly inflating dick out of his pants and sinking my head down towards it as I did so.

Ryan’s breath caught in his throat. “You want us to make a movie?” He asked, surprised and excited.

I stopped and laughed. “No, silly. Well, maybe sometime we could, but right now we’ve got better things to do!”

“Oh,” he said, trying not to sound disappointed. I smiled at him and then sucked his partially flaccid member into my mouth, determined to wash any disappointment away.

It worked. In seconds he was poking at the back of my throat, fully erect. I grinned around Ryan’s shaft, pleased with myself. I worked my sweatpants down, revealing the fact that I had no underwear on. I kicked them off and slurped up his length one final time, dragging my tongue along the tender underside and tasting a drop of his arousal.

Lifting my head up, I looked him in the eyes and let him see my hunger. We kissed, our mouths grinding together and our tongues wrestling. I repositioned myself in his lap, straddling him, and sank down slowly. My hand guided his cock into me, easily slipping it inside me since I had been so wet for so long already. He groaned into my mouth as I came to rest against him.

I broke the kiss and let him pull my t-shirt over my head, freeing my breasts for him to grope and suckle. I rose and fell on his lap gently at first, teasing him with what would come later. I leaned just close enough to him to let my hair dangle in his face, tickling and teasing him with its phantom touch. He blew at it repeatedly, and even swiped it out of the way a couple of times. He grunted disapprovingly to me, trying to let me know he did not appreciate it. I kept doing it anyway.

Finally, fed up with it, Ryan reached up and grabbed a handful of my hair near the back of my head. Feeling his fist pull it taught my breath caught in my throat and I felt a strange sensation run through me. I do not know if it originated at my pussy or if that is just where it ended up, but I felt myself get wetter and more turned on as he yanked my head back firmly.

“Damn it, Holly, your hair keeps tickling me!” He complained, taking a break from the wonderful job he had been doing on my breasts with his mouth.

I just groaned in response, the surge of lust obvious in my voice. He focused on me, surprised, and then he grinned. “You like that, do ya?” He asked, pulling my hair a little more and twisting my head.

I moaned again, unable to respond. Hell yes I liked it! That was why his dick was suddenly so slippery in my pussy and why I was having a hard time breathing. I wanted him to pull it on it, to yank it harder and to force me to do what he wanted. I had never felt this way, or at least not nearly this strongly, but for some reason pulling my hair was turning me into a slut that begged to be used and abused. I kind of liked it.

Ryan kept pulling, forcing me to lay down on the couch. He rolled with me so that he was on top, slamming himself into me faster and faster now. I gasped for air, feeling a tingling sensation starting in my toes already.

“Harder!” I gasped, urging him on. Ryan slammed his manhood into me harder and faster, mistaking my meaning. “No,” I said, “the hair!”

Grinning like a kid in a candy shop, Ryan did his best to pull my hair from our position. It was awkward and did not have the desired effect. He pulled out of me, making me whimper in disappointment, but kept me still on the couch with a fistful of my hair.

“Come here, slut,” he said. I burned with shame at the name he had called me, even though he had never used it before. At the same time, it excited me and made me want to beg his forgiveness for being so slutty. I would do anything he asked me, even behaving more like a slut than I already was.

I sat up because he made me. I was in heaven. He made me drop to my knees and I could not wait for it. He pulled me closer to his pulsing dick and without being told I happily opened my mouth and took him in. His cock was slick with my pussy juices, but I did not care. In fact, I was so turned on at the moment I considered it so hot and arousing that it could have been another woman’s juices! In fact, I almost wished it was. God was I a slut! But I was his slut, and that made me feel good. He proved it by guiding my head up and down his dick, using my hair to steer me.

I moaned almost nonstop, barely aware that I was even doing it. A tiny part of me could not believe how I was behaving, but that part was not in control of my body or my mind. The rest of me was running the show, and that part wallowed in the depravity and the submissiveness. I wondered if I could cum just from being used like Ryan was using me. How sick of a slut was I? Who cared, I still loved it!

He pulled me with more of a purpose, grinding the head of his dick into my throat. I fought my initial reaction, which was to gag, and was relaxed and horny enough to win. Soon I found myself liking the challenge of trying to deep throat him. Before long he realized that I was slamming my own head down on him harder than he was pulling me. He groaned and pulled me off of him. I resisted, wanting to continue sucking him, but in the end his hands (hey, when did he put both hands in my hair?) pulled me away.

He let me go with one hand and used the other to twist me around and bend me over until my face was pressed into the couch cushion. I felt so naked and vulnerable and exposed with my ass in the air and my legs spread. He could see all of me and do anything he wanted too. I felt some of my wetness roll down the inside of my thigh.

I felt him behind me then, on his knees. I pushed my ass back at him, urging him to take me like the wanton whore that I was. I wanted him in me. I need him in me! I-

I yelped! My breath hissed through my teeth and I felt the muscles in my pussy clench in excitement. Still, it had stung. He had spanked me! I tried to look back but his hand in my hair asserted itself, pulling my hair painfully and causing more of my wetness to run down my thigh. He slapped my ass again, hitting the other cheek this time. It was harder too. I moaned and tried to push back again towards him. I was totally gone by then, nothing more than a vessel to be used by him until he grunted and filled me with his seed… or sprayed it all over me, marking me as his territory. His possession. His plaything. His slut!

I was talking, begging and pleading with him, not even realizing what I was saying. I tried to pay attention and I heard myself at one point say, “fuck me Master! Fuck me please!” Did I really call him Master?

I must have because I felt something burn across my back and all the way into my hair. Another line of liquid heat hit me, this time across my shoulder and into my hair. I turned my head just enough to see and realize that Ryan was cumming on me! Another spurt of his cum arced out, landing on my cheek and hair. It felt so hot and so good, it made me quiver inside. He dropped down to his knees, firing again blindly, this time across my ass, perfectly coating the cleavage between my ass cheeks and sending warm tingles through my rectum. He lunged forward, spearing inside of me with his spasming cock.

I gasped for breath, feeling all of my body tense and release. He grunted as he continued to cum inside of me, firing off the last of his sperm into my pussy, then he did his red-blooded-American-best to drive me over the edge. What he did not understand is that I was already there. I was cumming so hard that I could not think. I could not move, could not hold myself up and could not relax enough to collapse. I felt frozen, my muscles warring with each other inside of me as my mind was fighting off the flashing colors and lights and overpowering sensations emanating from my sex.

I have no idea how long it was, but when I finally regained my senses I felt Ryan still pounding away at me. I was not sure how, but he had stayed hard the entire time. He had never done that before… not that I was going to complain! I groaned and looked back at him, smiling happily. He saw me and reached up, grabbing with each hand onto some fresh handfuls of hair. Without warning he pulled on them, making me arch my back and drive my ass back into him.

And just that quick, there I was firmly under his spell again. I rutted like a bitch in heat, slamming myself back at him and doing everything I could to suck him into me. I was his, for his pleasure, and for him to pleasure. I felt his cooling cum on my back, on my cheek, in my hair, and running down the crack of my ass to add to the messy lubrication already helping him slam in and out of my pussy.

Ryan leaned forward, letting one handful of hair go, and reached around my body. He found my boobs and started groping them. Normally he was gentle and attentive, but now he was every bit the animal that I was. He pinched my nipples and twisted them, making me gasp at the pain and drive myself harder at him. It was rough sex and it was fucking incredible. Or incredible fucking, either way.

I reached back with my right hand and slid it across my burning ass cheeks, using my short fingernails to dig into them suggestively. Unseen behind me, Ryan grinned and pinched my nipple harder. I slid my hand across, stretching as I did, and followed the trail of his cum down the valley of my ass to my puckered asshole. Already lubed with his cum, I plunged my middle finger into my own ass, feeling it rub against his cock through the thin walls of my colon and pussy.

Ryan groaned and grunted, growing larger inside of me and then slamming into me so hard it took my breath away. I felt him cumming again, his dick so stiff it felt like a red hot iron bar in my bowels. I shook on top of him, realizing that the reason I had no breath was because I was cumming again too. Then I didn’t know much of anything else.

“Holly!”

I opened my eyes and looked around. It all came crashing back into me instantly. I felt used and sore. My ass stung a little and I felt very full. I had to pee too, I realized. That made me crack a smile.

“Are you okay?” Ryan asked, concerned. He was sitting on the couch beside my head, still naked.

I groaned and sat up. “Okay? No,” I said, grinning. “I feel great!” I leaned over and gave his half empty penis a kiss of appreciation, then sat back on my heels.

He laughed. “You had me worried, blacking out like that. That was some hot stuff, baby!”

I nodded. “Yeah, it was! We’ve gotta do that again.”

I felt his sperm starting to run out of me. I slipped my hand between my legs to keep from dripping on the carpet and climbed to my feet a little stiffly. “Gotta pee, I’ll be back in a sec!”

Ryan sat there, staring fondly at me as I hurried out of the room. I tended to my business, spending several long minutes letting everything drain out of me, then realized I needed to take a shower too, I had his cum all over me. I pulled some of my matted hair around to my face, smelling his semen in it. I let it go and shook me head, grinning. Such freedom. Such release. Such raw passion… I shivered and flushed the toilet. We had just turned a page to an exciting new chapter in our lives!

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Drake. It was a strong name. A name that screamed machismo, confidence, courage, honor, and strength.

Drake. It was a strong name. A name that screamed machismo, confidence, courage, honor, and strength. Yet in spite of all that, Drake found himself in a situation very much out of his control. He had been so careful all his life, hedging his bets and only gambling when the outcome was certain to benefit him. Yet now, at long last, his streak of successes was at an end. He had grown overconfident over the years, now it was time to pay his dues.

Over a month before Drake had been browsing through the ads on an adult website, looking for his latest plaything. He had thought that he had found her, a fetching young thing with the right looks and the right attitude. She was the most beautiful in her the pictures attached to her profile, bound with either leather restraints or soft nylon ropes, sometimes blindfolded, sometimes not. She looked subdued in all of them and clearly excited, yet he was certain he saw a hint of defiance in her eyes still.

Drake had been certain that he would be the one to drive that defiance out. He would be the one to make her his plaything, his slave. She would beg him for more but only when he had given her leave to speak. He was rigid with anticipation as he crafted his first email to her.

Now, several weeks later after they had actually met for the first time he found himself tied to a chair in her finished basement, still trying to put on a show of being in control but inwardly growing more and more terrified.

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Shannon had placed her profile carefully, always looking for the right man. Every time one tumbled into her web she went out of her way to lure them in deeper, until she could spring her trap on them and reduce the pompous sons of bitches to groveling and begging for mercy. They never came back around, and they never ratted her out either. She knew her job and she did it well.

Drake was her latest victim, a man who was so very full of himself that she knew from the first words of his initial email that she was going to enjoy emasculating him. They got to know each other via first email exchange and then the phone, her surprised at his well hidden caution. He was going to be a challenge to her, but that would only make the victory that much sweeter.

Drake was a consultant by day, a predator and a Dom by night. She saw through his words to another person beneath the gruff façade, knowing that he had many weaknesses. He was too full of himself, too confident. It took over a month to make her plan, but once she had it she was certain it was foolproof. It was time for them to meet.

They had met at a dimly let restaurant, seating by reservation only. The prices were high but she knew he could afford them. She played demure and submissive all through dinner, noticing that she acted the role well enough to make him consider taking her then and there. Instead he remained in tense control of himself.

After dinner they returned to her house, by way of a long drive. Per his orders she had worn a filmy sundress with nothing on underneath of it, not even stockings and a garter belt. She did have on some matching black stiletto heels, again per his request. In his car on the way to her place she put on the charm, doing everything she could to convince him that she was totally taken with him and would obey him fully.

“Please, Sir,” she asked him at one point, raising her eyes to his briefly and then letting them fall. “Tell me to do something.”

“What would you like me to tell you to do?” Drake had asked her, a hint of amusement in his voice. He was convinced that he had won her over completely. It would be a surprising first for him, to control a sub so quickly, but he had felt the electricity the moment he saw her. It was a connection that had stolen his breath from him. He just knew that she had felt it too, otherwise why would she have been behaving as she was?

“Anything you want, Sir,” Shannon purred. “Anything…”

“Take off your dress,” he ordered, wondering just how far he could go with her before they reached a private place.

In a flash it was off. She lifted her hips and pulled it up past them, then slid it over her shoulders and tossed it into the back seat. She let him see her body, his eyes darting over it and drinking in her nudity in the reflection of the dashboard and overhead lights like a fine wine. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured, and not for the first time that night. It was as genuine this time as it had been every time he had said or thought it before.

“Thank you, Sir,” she demurely replied.

“Sir, do you want me to do anything else?” She asked him with a nervous pitch to her voice.

Drake smiled as he looked at her again, seeing her creamy skin as it dipped into the cleft between her legs, unobstructed by any unsightly hair, and likewise impressed with the gentle swell and rising firmness of her breasts. Her nipples were already hard as rocks as well, another sign of her excitement at her submission to him.

“Play with yourself for me. I want to see how wet you are,” Drake told her, finding it harder to pay attention to the street signs as her fingers dipped into her folds at his insistence.

She pulled them out a moment later, holding them up for him to see. He grabbed her wrist, not harshly but firmly, and pulled her fingers to his mouth. He licked them clean and smiled at her. “I had a feeling you would taste good,” he told her. “Taste yourself and see what I mean.”

Her finger slid back into her slit, feeling the juices that made her thighs squish against her each when she clenched them. She was turned on and extremely wet, that she admitted readily, but what Drake did not know, could not possible know, was the reason why she was so turned on. It was not to be doing his bidding, it was because she was going to change him in a way that would seem biblical.

Drake grinned openly when Shannon’s fingers slipped between her lips and over her teeth. Her tongue licked her own juices clean from her fingers, moaning softly as she did so. He was almost in pain he was so hard. His dick was trapped in his pants when it needed to be free to bury into something hot, wet, and soft.

“Now taste me, do I taste as good?” He told her.

Shannon removed her fingers from her mouth and bent over the console of his car, expertly unhooking his belt and trousers so she could pull his throbbing member free. Without a wasted moment she descended on him, sucking him nearly to the root. Drake gasped at the sudden explosion of heat and wetness. His hips bucked upwards involuntarily. Without realizing it his hand had fallen to her head, holding her softly and keeping her head in place while she used her tongue and lips and massage his cock.

In far too short of a time he pulled up in front of her house. He sat in the driveway, letting her continue fellate him, and looked around. It was a decent neighborhood, houses not too close, but still near enough to be a suburban area. It was almost late now, for a Friday evening. 10:45. He smirked and pulled her head off of his now glistening manhood. “You’re incredible, Shannon, but let’s go inside and do things properly.”

Shannon sat up and reached for her dress to put it back on. Drake chuckled and shook his head. “No, my dear, leave that off. Walk in front of me and let that sexy ass of yours do its thing for me.”

Shannon blushed but made no comment, instead wadding her sundress up and stuffing it into her purse. She opened the door and stepped out, glancing quickly around the neighborhood with eyes that were filled with excitement and challenge. She subdued her look before Drake got out of the driver’s seat and looked at her again. Then she was past him, walking in front of him to the front door of her house. He glanced around as well to make sure no one was watching, then followed right behind her.

He was impressed with the décor of the house. Not manly, but not overly feminine either. It was rather neutral, but it had a strong earthy theme to it without an excessive amount of knick-knacks and other decorations scattered about. But far more important than the looks of the house was the looks of the woman before him. Drake let the door shut behind him and then looked at the beautiful woman standing before him with her eyes looking down at either his feet or his crotch, he could not tell.

“Strip me,” he ordered, always taking particular pleasure in making women do this for him.

Shannon reached out and began unbuttoning his shirt. Reaching his waist she moved to his belt and pants again, which he had done up for the trip from the car to the house. In seconds gravity claimed them and they fell to pool at his feet. His shirt shrugged off his broad shoulders next, revealing to her that he kept himself in very good shape. Drake kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, watching his turgid member bounce in front of him as he did so. He grinned triumphantly and looked at Shannon, who seemed slightly troubled.

“What is that matter?” Drake asked, always convinced that the best way to control a sub was to let them think they had a say in it.

“Sir, the basement would be better for this. It’s set up for this sort of thing,” Shannon said. Drake raised an eyebrow appreciatively and then nodded.

“Lead the way.”

The basement was much as she had promised. She had outfitted it to function as a den, including having a computer set up in it. Additionally there was a section with a small raised hardwood stage on it, which included having a brass pole running from floor to ceiling. Drake’s mouth opened in delighted surprise when he saw it.

“You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” Drake asked, walking towards the stage as though drawn by a magnet.

“Very naughty, Sir,” Shannon said, following him now and fighting to keep the predatory smile from her lips.

“Naughty girls deserve to be punished. A spanking, at the least I think, don’t you?” he said, staring at the armless chair that was sitting in the middle of the raised stage with its back to the pole.

“Ooh, Sir, yes, yes I do. Without proper instruction there’s no telling how naughty I might get,” she said, risking a quick glance up to see him walking closer to the chair.

Drake sat down in it and patted his thighs. “Well then come here, young lady, and bend over my legs so we can begin your lessons.”

Shannon walked over to him, behaving anxious and nervous. Drake found it quite appealing. She paused as she got close to him and then circled around behind him. She bent over his shoulder, whispering in his ear, “I’m scared, Sir. I’m afraid you might hurt me.”

Drake frowned. This was the defiance he had seen in her. He demanded total trust and subservience. This just would not do. He reached back around his side and grabbed her left leg firmly.

“Shannon, I did not-” He stopped in surprise, feeling her suddenly grabbing his forearm with an iron grip. He felt something cold and metallic too, and his first reaction was not one of concern but one of outrage. He reached back with his other hand to force her grip to break, but instead he felt that same metal band encircle his other wrist.

“What the fuck are you doing, Shannon?” He demanded. “This is not acceptable. Release me this instant and I might only punish you.”

Shannon walked around to the front of the chair and smiled mockingly at him, all meekness gone from her gaze. “I don’t think so, Drake,” she said, twisting his name as she spat it out. “You’re my toy now.”

“Bullshit!” He said, straining at the handcuffs that held him bound. They had been treated with something to soften their metal edges, but the harder he pulled the more then chafed his wrists and built into his flesh. “You let me out of here, god damnit!”

“In due time, lover, first you’re going to do what I want,” she said, turning away and pulling over a loveseat to the front edge of the stage.

Drake glowered at her, working all the while at trying to get his hands free. Realizing it was futile, he tried lifting the brass pole out of its moorings in the floor. That was similarly wasted time. When he focused again on what was happening he saw Shannon had spread her legs on the couch before him and was playing with herself again.

He stopped, surprised, and watched her in spite of his intense desire to free himself. One hand was drawing gentle designs on her clit, spreading her wetness around it, while her other hand was pinching and tugging at her nipple. She kept her eyes on Drake, watching his reaction and drawing some of her growing arousal from it. Drake noticed the heady aroma that was coming from her and, like any red-blooded-American would due, he began to remember how turned on he was. His dick began to thicken and raise in spite of his protests against it.

Shannon grinned and dipped her fingers deep inside herself, pulling them out and spreading her juices on her untouched nipple. She then bent her head and, with flexibility that impressed him, managed to stick her impossibly long tongue out to lick the same nipple, tasting herself on it. The breath hissed through Drake’s teeth as he watched her, momentarily forgetting his imprisoned status.

Shannon looked up at him and smiled wickedly. “You didn’t taste nearly as good as I do,” she said with a wink. Her insolence raised Drake from his stupor and caused him to start trying to work his way free again.

Shannon pulled her fingers out and held them out towards him, teasing him. Then to taunt him further she sucked them between her lips and cleaned them off, making sure he saw how much she enjoyed it as she did so. With her glistening fingers she reached down between the cushions of the couch and pulled out a plastic bag. She reached into it and removed a flesh colored and realistically sized and shaped vibrator. She ran her tongue up and down it and slipped it between her lips, acting very much like she had done earlier when she had been blowing drake. His struggles ceased as he watched her, his cock pointing upwards approvingly.

She tilted her head back and, with a wink set his way, she swallowed and sucked the vibrator down into her throat. He fingers held the base of it just outside of her lips, then he watched as her tongue made its way past her lips and licked suggestively at where the testicles would be if the battery operated toy had any.

Drake’s mouth was open without him realizing it, so stunned and turned on did the sight of her deep throating the realistic looking toy leave him. She pulled it out of her throat, slurping it hungrily as it escaped her lips, and brought it down to her pussy lips. She slid it inside of her slowly, teasing both herself and him, then she turned it on and gasped as the tingling sensations shot through her.

She rode the vibrator hard, forgetting for a moment that Drake was there. Her fingers clenched and twisted her nipple, torturing it in wonderful ways that made her stomach and legs clench and spasm. She focused on Drake, seeing him struggling again, but this time not to escape so much as to join her or take his own throbbing erection into his hands. Seeing him there calmed her done enough to regain control. He still had a lot of humbling to endure.

“Do you want to taste me?” Shannon asked him, leaving the vibrator humming deep within her while her other hand rubbed sensuously up and down her slit.

Without realizing he was doing it, Drake nodded. Shannon pulled the toy from her clutching lips after turning it off and slowly ran her tongue up the length of it, tasting it and enjoying both the erotic act as well as what it was doing to Drake. His cock looked harder than perhaps it had ever been; the head was an angry purple, speaking of blood trying to burst out of it.

Shannon stood up and walked the five feet that separated them. She bowed her legs and straddled his thighs, then sat down on him. She slid forward, trapping his cock between them and making it slap against his belly. He grunted at the sensation, not bothering to look down to see the clear liquid running down it. Shannon held the vibrator up to him and watched his eyes as his desire warred with his pride.

She rotated her hips, pulling legs up and wrapping them around and behind him. She pressed against him, her dripping pussy rubbing against the base of his shaft. Drake grunted again, then gave in to his hormones and began to lick the vibrator. She let him lick up one side and down another, then repositioned it so that it faced him directly. By the time Drake realized what was happening, he was giving the vibrator a blow job. His eyes widened and he stopped moving his head. Shannon grinned wickedly and winked at him, then pulled it out.

“What the-” he began, but was stopped by Shannon’s fingers pressing against his lips.

“Shh, no talking until I tell you that you can, you’ll ruin the mood,” she said, smirking.

When she pulled her hands away Drake’s lips remained closed. Shannon was surprised, she figured he had more fight in him than he was displaying. Then again it was entirely possible that he was biding his time. That made sense, he might be one of the more dangerous types. The same type that had made her what she was now. That thought sobered her up some.

“How would you like a little dance, Drake?” She asked, standing up in front of him. He showed no response, confirming her suspicions about him.

Shannon walked over to a nearby stereo and turned it on, a pre-selected tape or CD playing a song with a throbbing beat that screamed sex. It was right up her alley. She returned to the stage and let her body sway and move to the beat, running her fingers up her chest down her sides, and along her thighs. There was no suggestiveness about her movements, there was raw eroticism.

Drake found himself sweating and distracted. He kept trying to focus on his anger and to tell himself that once he made it through this she would pay, but she kept upping the ante and making it that much harder to pay attention to how the roles had been reversed. Now that she was dancing in front of him, and then beside him, and then on him, he could do nothing but stare at her and hope that she would release him soon so he could have his way with her.

Shannon writhed on his lap, grinding against his very erect cock, but never giving enough stimulation to do more than tease him. Then she would slide around behind him, her hands rubbing suggestively over his shoulders or stopping to lightly rake her fingernails across is chest or stomach. She even pinched and bit at his nipples, all movements designed to keep him off balance and guessing. At some point he actually began trembling in the chair, a reaction to the extreme stress she was putting him under. The thought of it nearly made her orgasm when she slid up his thigh, grinding her sex against his muscular leg.

She stood up on his thighs then, with her knees bent and holding onto the bar just above his head with her hand. Her other hand dipped down to rub through her swamped pussy, teasing herself for just a moment before bringing her fingers up between them. Drake opened his mouth and she rubbed the tip of her finger against his lip for a fraction of a second, then pulled them back to her own mouth and sucked them clean.

“You’ve got to be faster than that,” she admonished him.

She stood up on his thighs then and turned around, facing away from him. Using incredible balance she swayed back and forth with the second song. She bent her knees and squatted on him again, holding her balance with her right arm against his knee. She reached behind her and gently traced a line up his dick with her fingertip.

“Where were you going to put this, in here?” She asked him, moving his dick and rubbing it against the entrance to her pussy.

“Or did you want to stick it in here?” This time she moved it back and brushed it over her asshole. She heard his breath catch as she did that, confirming for her what she had suspected.

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I am Rekha and I am going to narrate true incidence of my life. I am working in a private concern as Personal Assistant for many years.

I am Rekha and I am going to narrate true incidence of my life. I am working in a private concern as Personal Assistant for many years. By the way let me tell you something about me.I am 28 and married to loving husband who too works in public sector company. We have been married for about 4 years now and have one son. Initially our married life was very exciting and we used to fuck almost daily, except for those four days each woman has. Even in this period he used to fuck me saying it’s impossible for him to do away without sex. I maintain my figure with regular exercise and managed to retain my stats 38 – 26 –38. I have firm breasts and I am very proud of those globes. They make every male look at me twice and I have trouble shaking away many such lechers. I have nice ass and it sways as I walk that too is troublesome for me. To say in short- I have nice seductive figure. Of late after about 3 years of marriage our sex decreased and now we fuck once a week or at the most twice a week. I don’t understand why this happens and I tried to see to it. I started to read some sexy stories and I loved those on exhibitionism and wives. The stories in which the husband gets excited watching his wife making love to other person excited me much.I never talked about this to my hubby but something changed with the change in my working department. I have been working in a company in the admin deptt. My basic job was secretarial in nature. After a few years of working, we found that the owners of the company had decided to sell the company and we found that our top boss was a young energetic man by the name of Dc. Dc was a great guy full of energy and in no time he had the company moving. Dc was tall, 5’8” and had nice stout body with pleasing smile and sweet talk. He always looked happy and joyful. I got all this through my collogues and when ever I used to see him, something in me turned on and I really thought of being close to this man and was secretly admiring him. Few times he visited my department and I thought he hardly noticed me.A few months later his secretary went on maternity leave and the HR guys started hunting for a temp hand. There was an internal hunt and I decided to apply and I got the job. At the final interview with DC , he told me plainly that the work would be hard and with long hours and that he expected his secretary to be smartly dressed for work. By smartly dressed he made it clear that they should be smart, classy and revealing. He gave me a day to decide. I had decided to join but needed my husbands approval. The reasons for working for DC was obvious. I wanted to be near this handsome person and found that talking and being with him was making my panties damp. That night after a hard fuck with my husband ( as I was excited with the thought) I told him bout my decision to work for Dc. At first he was silent and then he asked me the real reason for working for Dc . With great reluctance I told him that I found Dc handsome. I was afraid that he would get angry with me but , to my surprise he started to get hard again and taking me in his arms he started to fuck me again. He was hard within no time and his cock was like a steel bar. He spread my legs and put his cock in my cunt asking me for more details. I told him, “ Dc wants me to wear revealing clothes that will show off the cleavage in my breasts. He wants me to wear the sari tightly so that my ass is prominently visible. Ohh dear I would love to wear such clothes for him. Do you have any objection dear?”
I found that he was very much excited and he fucked me vigorously holding me tightly in his strong arms. This was so different than the earlier fucking and I knew he loved the idea of me showing off my assets to my boss. He did not say this but his cock told me everything. He fucked me hard and deep. And when he came in my cunt he kissed me all over my face and pressed my boobs hard. After that he lay on my body and told me, “ Rekha this is fantastic! Did you see how we fucked today? The idea of you exposing your body to your Dc really excited me. I knew you too were dreaming of Dc when we fucked. Go ahead and do it.”I did not understand his words “ Go ahead and do it!” But I gathered that he wont have any objection even if I fucked my boss. So I too decided to wear the clothes as per my Dc’s code. The next morning before going to work , he fucked me again and told me it was okay to work for Dc and he did not mind me wearing revealing clothes to work, once again.The next day I told Dc that I would work for him and his condition were acceptable. He smiled at me and told me to start working for him. That day I was wearing pink semitransparent sari and matching blouse of thin material. I had black bra and dark pink panties. I knew that the bra was clearly visible even over my paloo. The blouse had low cut neck and deep back cut. Dc watched me with smile and said that I have already started working for him with a wink. My heart skipped a beat as I looked at him and I knew he liked what I wore.The whole day was hectic trying to figure out the place and system of working and before going home I purposely asked DC what was the Dress Code to be. He told me that he preferred his secretary to wear saris and churidars. The saris are to be worn just below the navel and the blouse should give a hint of cleavage. At times the back of the blouse should be deep. And the sari should be tied tightly around the ass. The chuirdar kameez should also be tight fitting with cleavage and back showing.
The material of both blouse and kameez should be thin so that the bra could be seen.“ You are wearing such a nice sari but next time wear it below your naval so that your belly button is visible. Choose the bright color. You must be wondering why I tell you to wear such clothes but I can just tell you that it gives me energy when such lady is working with me. I know you will be doing just fine!” And with that he patted by back casually. His touch sent shivers through my body and my cunt oozed juice, dampening my panties. I was very much excited with all this and wanted to tell it to my husband when I went home.In the night I told my husband what Dc talked to me. I told him that he has told me to wear the sari below my naval so that my belly button is visible. When I told him this he got immediate hard on and he grabbed me and kissed me passionately. “ Rekha! You are really sexy and you should wear such revealing clothes. I get excited when you tell me how other males admire your body. It makes me hard. I was going to suggest you this but was afraid you may not like it. But now since the ice is broken let me tell you that I love to see you sexually happy. Do anything with Dc, I wont mind. Just remember one thing! Don’t spoil our married life as you do this and that has to be just physical thing with no strings attached. Ok?”“Yes I understand. But I wont fuck him. At least I have not thought about it so far. Just flirting that’s all. Your cock is hard. My pussy is dripping wet. Just see it.” I spread my legs to show him my dripping pussy. He put one finger inside and believe me, his finger was dripping when he took it out.
I caught hold of his extra hard cock and took it to my mouth. I had never sucked him before but today was different. With the new found pleasure we both were really horny. That night he fucked me twice and both time we both came hard. I had never experienced such a mind-blowing orgasm in my life! I sucked his cock and he came on my boobs. He spread his come over the big globes and we loved it.The next day I went to work in a sari. It was a light pink colored sari and my husband himself suggested me to wear it. I wore the sari in front of him as per his liking. He asked me to wear matching blouse of transparent material. Before that he handed me the Red colored Bra that he had selected for me. The bra was clearly visible through the thin material of blouse and looked really inviting. The blouse was deep at the back and in front too, it just showed off my cleavage. I wound the sari tightly around my body, especially near my ass and off course below my naval. He admired it and said, ” Ohhhhh Rekha! Your ass looks so prominent! Its so tempting t will caress it. Ohhh look at the belly button! It’s so deep and sexy. I think today he will definitely make advances at you. Tell me all about it when you come back.” He then kissed me lovingly and rubbed his hands over my back whispering that he loved me and wanted me to seduce Dc. I applied dark tan lipstick to my lips and the earrings that I chose were circular and big. I looked in the mirror and I knew I was looking really sexyi left for the office putting the 4” high heels and that made my ass sway to far left and right and it gave me exciting feeling. As I entered Dc’s cabin his eyes showed approval. He looked at me from head to toe and his eyes stopped at my cleavage and then belly button. He asked me to turn around and as I swirled around he admired my provocative ass and said that I looked very nice and sexy. I asked him if I had dressed as per his code and every thing was OK. He said yes but that still some improvements were needed. After that we got to work. The day passed off swiftly it was a busy day and we could not talk much about each other. At the end of the day I asked him about the improvements I needed in dress code. He mentioned that the sari paloo must be kept loose and not pinned up and the sari should be tied very tight around the ass. As I left for the day he told me that he liked my work and dress sense very much.
He saw me off at the door and gently caressed my ass as I left and commented that I had a nice tight ass. I smiled and left swinging my ass even more knowing that he was watching me.That evening my husband wanted to know what happened and I put him off till bedtime. That night as I told my husband bout DC watching my large tits, bare back and my nice ass. I also told him that while leaving the office he caressed my ass. This made him real hard and he asked me if I liked it. ” Yes dear! I loved his hands on my ass and wanted him to knead the flesh too.” He rubbed his hands over my ass, ” like this?” ” Yes but harder. DC is so strong you know. Rub them harder.” He caught my but flesh in his hands and squeezed tightly. I moaned with the pleasure and my choot started to ooze juice, for Dc. My husband then undressed me and asked me to stand naked before him. He proceeded to look at me from all the angles and admired me. I was so excited with all this that I thought I may come there and then. I rubbed my choot with my middle finger as my husband watched me. Looking at me rubbing myself made him very hard and he came near me and asked me to hold his lund while I rubbed my choot. ” Rekha! Show your body to Dc. Show him your boobs, ass and even choot. The way you are telling me! I know you love his cock. Do you know how big it is? Must be bigger and longer than mine. Yes rub your pussy for Dc.
Imagine this to be Dc’s lund!” This gave me explosive orgasm! The way my husband was talking! And the rubbing and watching! I had never had such a intense orgasm. After that I sucked his cock and made him fuck my tits. He rubbed his cock all over my tits and then I pressed them together and he inserted his cock in the passage and fucked my boobs hard. His cock rubbed on the skin and nipples and gave me second orgasm! He too came on my boobs and rubbed the come with his cock all over the surface. I loved the feeling of hot come on my skin and I urged him to fuck me. I mentioned bout the unpinned paloo and he became hard a gain. I then told him about the sari being tied tight around the ass and he turned me around and for the first time started to fuck my ass. As I told my husband in elaborate detail of my boss caressing and complimenting me on my nice tight ass and me walking away with swinging hips. He lubricated my ass and fucked me in the ass as never before. He came in my ass and at the same time really squeezed my large tits. I too soon came and as we lay side-by-side totally satisfied.The next day I went to work in my tight churidar. The material was quite thin and my bra could be seen and the neck was slightly deep. At work I left my chunni on my chair and entered Dc’s room. He was quite happy as I modeled for him and only commented that my sandals needed some improvement. During the day as we worked I figured out that he needed me to bend over exposing my large tits as I handed over papers to him. I also figured out that he liked to caress my ass as he instructed me on some work related procedures. And he liked to see me swing my hips as I left his room. Before lunch he called me and gave me an address and asked me to go and get myself some sandals.

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