4 comments/ 25653 views/ 5 favorites Five Minutes By: choclit_tai "You got 5 minutes." I knew exactly what he was proposing. I just couldn't believe that I was hearing him say it. Not that the thought hadn't crossed my mind plenty of times, but it's certainly different when you're offered this type of opportunity. I played dumb. "Huh?" "You can have 5 minutes," my friend Max repeated. He was offering me 5 minutes in his room with his wife Amanda while he presumably took the same opportunity in mine with my wife Veronica. I was tempted. As I said, I've thought about it before, especially that night which had been filled with dirty dancing. But I knew it was a question that my wife should answer and she unfortunately was asleep. With regret, I declined. "Nah, Ronnie would be pissed." I don't think she would be necessarily opposed to the idea. After all, the four of us have spent quite a bit of time together in some intimate situations. This night, like many others we went to a dance party for couple and single women only. It is normally frequented by many swingers and there is always a sexual vibe which presents us with the opportunity to switch partners while dancing and push the limits of flirtation. I know Ronnie and Max have kissed before and his hands have been literally all over her body while dancing. I'm not sure what transpired between them tonight because I was too distracted with his wife Amanda. Despite dancing with me often, Amanda has normally been pretty reserved on the dance floor. But this night was different. We kissed early on and she had a lustful look in her eyes that I hadn't seen before. She had no problem grinding her body into mine and was sure to feel how excited I was. She offered no resistance when my hands explored her body, but what shocked me the most was when she slid her hand into my pants and gripped my swollen cock. My guess is that Max and Ronnie's time on the dance floor mirrored ours which prompted his proposition. He returned to his adjoining room after I declined his offer. I removed my pants and lay back on the bed. I glanced at my sleeping wife, taking in her beauty. But I just couldn't get Amanda out of my head. It's not that I preferred her over my wife, or that she had something that Ronnie didn't. It was just the excitement of the night. Dancing with this other woman all night, being intimate with her with my wife so close was so exhilarating. And now Max was offering me a chance to go a step further. Was this something he and Amanda discussed? She for one never seemed interested. And while I knew Max would probably do whatever he could get away with, when it came down to openly doing some type of swap, I'd always gotten the impression that he would never go all the way. But is that what he now wanted? Was he offering to let me fuck his wife, while he fucked mine? Or did he just want to continue the intimate play from the dance floor? I was growing harder by the second just thinking about it. I was remembering back to the party when I reached under Amanda's mini skirt and felt how wet her thong was. How easily my finger slid into her soaked pussy right there on the dance floor. How we didn't seem to care who saw us, not ever our spouses. I wondered what Ronnie and Max had done. It didn't even matter that this point. Just as my hand subconsciously headed to my beckoning erection, Max reappeared through the adjoining doors under the premise of looking for his camera. I assured him I hadn't seen it although I knew the real reason for his return. On his way back to his room he hesitated and reiterated his offer. "5 minutes" Shaking my head in agony with visions of Amanda grinding her ample ass into my crotch, I replied, "I can't." "3 minutes," he countered. A flashback of Amanda unbuttoning my shirt and licking my nipples added pressure. In a moment of weakness I asked, "What is she wearing?" Clearly I was calculating in my mind how far I could get in such a brief timeframe. And Max seizing the opening gave the best answer to achieve his goal. "Nothing", he said trying his best to persuade me. "Damn!" I replied as my head fell into my hands. I still hadn't said no and that's all the encouragement he needed. I tried again in vain to offer a half-hearted refusal but the seed was planted and he knew it. Rather than turn to go back into his room, he headed toward the other side of the bed where my wife was sleeping. "Here, I'll make it easy for you," he said as he closed in on my wife Veronica. He was right because that's all that it took for me to relent. I should have said something. I should have stopped him... grabbed him and thrown him out of my room. Instead I threw caution and my better judgment to the wind. As he continued toward my wife I got up and walk into his room to find Amanda. It was dark barely illuminated by the street lights outside. I saw Amanda sleeping on the far side of the bed and quickly realized that Max had lied about what she was wearing. I couldn't blame him, but at this point I was too far in to turn back. She lay in her dress hiked up showing all of her succulent thighs. I leaned on the bed next to her and whispered her name as I began to rub her legs. She rolled onto her back, opening herself up to me, but was understandably groggy. I needed her to know it was me rather than Max. I softly kissed her lips and again called her name as I watched her eyes open and focus on me. She recognized it was me as I continued to caress her body. "Where's Max?" she questioned. "He left, I'm here," I replied. Although I didn't mention my room or Veronica I could see her putting things together in her mind. Like she had done all night, she offered no resistance. I moved in and kissed her again, with her kissing me back this time. I moved down her neck to her shoulders, sliding her spaghetti straps down as my tongue traced her collar bone. I pulled the top of her dress down further, exposing her breasts. I licked around her dark areolas while slipping my hand under her dress to reach her thong. I continued to feast on her breasts as I began to rub her mound. Her legs began to spread allowing me to caress her nether lips through the damp fabric. "Let me taste you," I beckoned as I began to pull her thong down. She just moaned but gave her consent by lifting herself to allow me to fully remove her undergarment. I immediately slid back between her legs up to her treasure. Her scent confirmed her night full of arousal and my tongue easily separated her lips. I was greeted with the wetness that my fingers found earlier on the dance floor. I licked deep and drove my tongue up to her clit. I continued to lap up and down the length of her pussy as she began to squirm under me. I brought my hand up and inserted my middle finger into soggy tunnel while my mouth concentrated on her clit. I sucked her tiny nub into my mouth, swishing my tongue all over it while my added a second finger. I sucked harder and continued to bang her until I felt her inner walls contract. Her hand went immediately to head, holding me in place while her orgasm quaked through her. She continued to quiver as I lifted myself to free my aching cock and consummate this lust filled night with my friend's wife. I hastily removed my boxer-briefs and shirt and climbed back on the bed with Amanda. I was guiding my swollen cock towards her well-licked pussy when you stopped me. "We can't." 'WHAT?!" My chin was still wet with her juices and now she's stopping me? "I can't do this, you have to go," she pleaded. For the first time since I entered her room I thought about Max and Veronica. I had lost track of time, but was sure it had been more than five minutes. I got back up and gathered my clothes. "I'm sorry Trey," she offered. I didn't respond and headed toward the door, afraid what was could be going on in the next room. Up to that point I had only heard Amanda's moans, but now I could hear unmistakable breathing coming from my room. I felt a knot in my stomach as I walked through the door. I'm not sure why I did what I did. Everything was happening so fast. I walked in and amazingly wasn't staggered by the site of my friend fucking my wife. She was on her knees with her head down in her arms while he drove into her from behind. I was naked and my cock never lost its firmness. I was nearly upon them by the time Max noticed me. He froze and moved away my wife, justifiably not sure of how I was going to react. Veronica groaned as stopped pleasing her and was about to lift up and turn around as I placed my hand on her back to keep her down. I never said a word to either of them as I moved behind her and entered her slick hole. "Mmmmmmm," was her response as I began to thrust into the pussy my friend has just been in. Max got then hint and gathered his things to return to his room, probably thinking that I had just fucked his wife like he had mine. She didn't feel any different. She was still tight around my cock like she always was. I could feel myself grown as I replayed the events of the night. Even the sight I had just witnessed. I gripped her hips harder and pumped deeper. "Is this what you wanted? Is this what you've been waiting for?" she asked. I figured she thought I was still Max and we both knew he had wanted her for a long time. I didn't answer but continued to fuck her desperately needing a release. I assumed she'd stop once she knew it was me. I couldn't stop. I wasn't ready for that conversation yet. "Was she good?" I froze. "You better not stop damn it! I was still inside her but wasn't moving She turned around and laid back on the bed, finally making eye contact me with since being fucked by my friend. "I don't what kind of game you two are playing and as far as what you and Amanda were doing, we can deal with that later. For now, you better get down here and finish what your buddy started," she demanded. My dick twitched as she said that. I never thought I'd be turned on by that fact. This whole night I had been thinking about Amanda and my desire to be with her is what led me into that room. But now I could care less about the fact that she stopped me or that Ronnie didn't stop Max. I just wanted to fuck my wife. I climbed on the bed, pulled her legs over my thighs and eased back into her soaked pussy. She felt even better than before. I drove into her as she encouraged me to fuck her harder. I finally lay on top of her and planted myself deeply inside her sex. I leaned down and kissed her passionately. If she detected the taste of Amanda's pussy, she didn't flinch and returned my intensity. It was then that I could hear the sounds of sex emanating from the adjoining room. It sounded as if Amanda wasn't too upset at Max for being in here with Ronnie. It was turning into to such a strange night. My focus was brought back to Ronnie as she dug her nails into my ass to pull me in deeper. I continued to pump inside her with urgency. Her pussy gripped and pulled at me with the same resolve. The events of the whole night were finally taking their toll and I could feel my release impending. She held me tight as her climax began. I could feel her tunnel pulsate around my excited cock until I let erupted hours of sexual build up into the depths of her pussy. We began to come down from our emotional high and I rolled over to prepare myself for the questions that were sure to come my way. Instead, my wife laid her hand on my chest and we drifted off to sleep. I awoke hours later as Veronica got up and headed to the bathroom. My cock stirred as I watched her naked ass sway with that familiar jiggle. I could hear the shower begin as I reflected on the previous night's events. Just then, I saw Amanda show up at the door of our adjoining rooms. "Max is in the shower too. You got 5 minutes to finish what you started!" Five Minutes By now Marcus had been to a million of these. Every weekend, at least once...sometime twice. That was the life of a wedding crasher. But no matter how many of these Marcus had been to, each one provided its own unique experience. Today's memorable day was one of his favorite kinds...an all-Asian affair. Well mostly all-Asian. There were a few non-Asian's, such as himself. He opted to not get too cute and went with his typical routine - pretend to be one of the wait staff, then quickly change into a suit and just blend in with the guests. Standing against the wall in the back with a drink in his hand..."thank god for open bar" he thought...Marcus surveyed the scene. A few hot and sexy Asian's he wouldn't mind putting his dick into later that night. But he had to play it just right. Find the right one to approach. The bride was pretty hot. But he learned a while back not to go that route. The bridesmaids had a couple of fuckables, but they all seemed to be attached to the hip with one male guest or another. Maybe if he could get one of them alone... He then noticed a group of young girls on the dance floor, grinding and dancing all wild, and figured he might revisit that a bit later. Let them drink up a few more shots and maybe he'd take them all home. Finishing up the rest of his drink, Marcus threw his empty glass on a nearby table and decided it was time to head to the men's room and think through the right move to get into someone's panties. He walked into the second stall, between the first and the handicapped one. He clicked the door locked behind him and was about to drop his pants and take a seat, when he heard two people bust in to the bathroom. By the sound of it, they were clearly making out and kissing and petting pretty heavily. He took a seat on the toilet as quietly as he could and kicked up his feet, resting them against the stall door. He did it just in time too as he quickly heard the male say, "Check the stalls". Luckily for Marcus, all the stalls were naturally closed shut. The girl surveyed underneath each stall, and she must have done a quick check too, because in a matter of seconds she shouted, "It's all clear". And with that, it sounded like they were back to kissing and fondling like two people who couldn't wait to rip each other's clothes off. Listening attentively, Marcus heard them stumble backwards towards the entrance door, followed by a "clicking" sound. "They must have locked the bathroom door", he thought. Then more sounds of heels and shoes click clacking closer towards the stalls. Marcus tried to peek down, but it was too uncomfortable given his current body position. All he could make out were four pairs of legs. Pants and shoes that looked like part of a tuxedoed outfit intertwined with a pair of feet encased in sexy, black, patent leather high heels. He knew a little about fashion and the red bottom of the heel told him that they were expensive Christian Louboutins. They had to be at least 4 ½ inches too. Leading away from the heels were a pair of black legs, presumably stockings or leggings that covered the girls legs, since he didn't recall seeing any black girls tonight. The skinny ankles made him assume they extended out to become skinny legs as well. He gave up trying to see anymore, since it was simply too risky. He let his ears do the rest of the work and let his imagination run wild as the sound of a belt being thrown to the ground, followed a zipper being unzippered reverberated throughout the bathroom. He heard the woman purr "I've been thinking about your cock all day long". Marcus imagined the guy's pants being tugged down, presumably to his ankles, and that's when a brilliant idea hit Marcus: His Cellphone. Marcus took his brand new smartphone out of his pocket and turned on the camera. It was a sleek new phone that had picture quality better than some digital cameras. Best of all, it snapped pictures without any sound. Extremely proud of his brilliance, Marcus held the phone down underneath the door and quickly snapped photo after photo. Hoping the pictures would give him a better view, he anxiously brought up the phone to his face and hit the button for "Camera Roll" and touched the screen to see the first picture. Wow...was it a good one. The first picture showed a sexy as hell Asian girl squatting down, her body facing toward Marcus, with a hard cock in her hand and her mouth open wide to take it all in. It looked like one of those glamour porno shots you saw in Hustler or Penthouse. To make it even better, the girl was dressed just how Marcus liked them: tight, short, and simple black strapless dress; hiked up around her waist revealing the tops of a pair of lace, black, thigh high stockings. What impressed Marcus the most was that she wasn't on her knees sucking the man's cock, she was squatting down on her high heels with her knees spread wide open, exposing her bare pussy. As he flipped through more photos, Marcus noticed that her hand was in between her thighs – greedily playing with herself while she sucked the man's cock. "She's a horny freak" he thought. Marcus flicked through the next series of photos, which played out like a comic book of a porno. One picture she was staring at the man's cock. The next, it was in her mouth. On one particular picture, he was able to capture a reflection in the mirror. "Shit, that's the groom" Marcus thought to himself. He suddenly found himself sitting on a pretty piece of blackmail material. The sound of heels walking away snapped him back to reality. He heard the girl bark out, "Fuck me. Fuck me from behind now." The guy ordered her to bend over and Marcus turned the camera option back on his phone, when he thought of an even better idea. Fuck the photos, I can record video and sound. He quickly clicked on that feature on his phone, just in time to catch the sexy girl bend over the sink counter. He recorded the entire tryst as the man fucked her wild from behind. It sounded like he was pounding her pussy hard and fast, and she was definitely enjoying it. She was absolutely a screamer and had a nasty, dirty mouth. Marcus figured he would have to get to know her better later. It only lasted a few minutes before the guy grunted and groaned loudly. Then the fucking stopped and the sounds of two people trying to catch their breath were all he could hear. That was lucky for Marcus, because he was starting to struggle to keep his presence unknown. From the sound of the running water and the crumpling paper towels, the cheating couple was quickly cleaning up. Marcus next heard the sound of the door being unlocked, and the door being opened slightly ajar. "It's clear." Someone whispered. The bathroom door was gently closed shut and suddenly it was all quiet again. Marcus held his position for a few more minutes, just in case they came back. Finally, he put down his legs and stretched a bit. He replayed his home made porno and was quite impressed with his work; so impressed that he actually stayed and watched the whole thing before he finally left the stall. Then he calmly walked out of the bathroom as if he were never there. Music blared as Marcus made his way back to the wedding downstairs just in time for the ceremonial throwing of the garter and bouquet. A wild crowd surrounded the bride and groom like a pack of rabid dogs. The groom was already under his brides dress digging around for the garter. Marcus was quite awed with the man. Just a few minutes ago, he was banging another chick, and now he's playing the good husband role like it was nothing. But Marcus didn't care about that. The groom would get his karma payback sometime. Marcus was more interested in finding that horny chick from the bathroom. He didn't spot her on the dance floor or at the bar. Circling the room, he finally caught her out of the corner of his eye. She was sitting alone at a table in corner with a pissed off look on her face, probably because she hated the bride. Quickly grabbing two mixed drinks from the bartender, Marcus made his way to the corner table. By now, most everyone else was dancing and celebrating, so it was the perfect time to strike. As he strode up to her, he couldn't believe how gorgeous she was: Long, flowing, straight, black hair down to her shoulders. Angelic face with a light (almost pale) complexion. Almond eyes. Thin lips. Her cocktail dress hugged her tight body nicely, showing off her tone arms and shoulders. She didn't have huge tits, but he could make out the round dimensions of a B cup. Her legs were crossed and he could see those sexy stockings and expensive heels shake up and down. As he approached within talking distance, Marcus opened with a simple, "Hi there, mind if I join you?" The freshly fucked girl took one look at him and rolled her eyes. "Not interested." Not the most welcoming greeting, but he sat down in the seat next to her anyway. Placing the drinks down he calmly continued, "Were you just dancing, because you look a little hot...a little disheveled." The girl turned and looked at him with such a disinterested look in her eyes. She got up out of her seat and was about to just walk away, when Marcus grabbed her strongly by the wrist. She tried to pull away and mouth was about to open and start cursing him out, when Marcus turned his phone around and she watched in horror as a video of her early dalliance played before her eyes. "I have some pretty good pictures too, if you'd like to see." He paused and stood up. "Next time you should check the stalls a little more carefully." Marcus grinned as he put his phone into his jacket pocket. The girl stood there in shocked silence, her mouth still open, but unable to get any words out. "Meet me in the upstairs ballroom in five minutes or else I show the happy bride ..." He walked past her and reached around and grabbed her firm ass in his hand, then leaned in to whisper in her ear "...and you might want to drink both of those drinks first. Calms down the nerves." Suddenly her world was moving in slow motion. The room was spinning and it felt like a dream within a dream. "Fuck" the girl thought to herself, as the black man walked away. They were too careless. She blamed it on the occasion and the fact that she hadn't been fucked in weeks. She grabbed hold of the drink and downed them both quickly, before turning around on her heel and walking towards the ballroom exit to accept her fate. Minutes later she arrived at the empty upstairs ballroom. She found the blackmailing motherfucker sitting in a chair along the near side wall in the middle of the room. He had such a smug look on him, and that made her even angrier to be caught by someone like him. She bit her lip and slowly walked towards him, the sounds of her heels echoing throughout the room. As she arrived towards him, he spoke; "I don't think we've been formally introduced. My name is Marcus." He held out his right hand. She did not greet him back, but simply said in a cold manner. "Didn't ask. Now what do you want?" "Well, first thing I want is your name. After that..." He smiled mischievously, "I think you know what I want." "You're a piece of shit, you know that. Is this the only way you can get girls." Marcus laughed again. "That's strong condemnation from the girl who cheats." "Whatever...let's just get this over with." "You didn't tell me your name yet." Through clenched teeth, she replied, "Winnie." "Nice to meet you Winnie, that's a beautiful name. And you know what...you're right. I'm being unfair. How about I make you a deal?" Marcus replied as he took his phone out of his pocket. "What kind of deal?" Winnie curiously responded. "You let me fuck you for five minutes...doggystyle." He paused. "I know you love doggystyle." As he waved his phone in the air. He paused again, letting the thought of the phone linger for a bit. "Anyway, the deal is if you can last five minutes with me, I'll delete all the evidence and you can be on your way." Winnie pondered this for a second. She would still have to fuck this monster, but five minutes didn't sound too long. She figured she had fucked plenty of guys and most of them could barely last five minutes with her. "Five minutes?" "Yep. 300 Seconds. BUT..." and Marcus let the words linger for a moment. "...But, if you can't last five minutes, then I get to have my way with you." "Your way with me?" Winnie laughed. "You seem pretty sure of yourself, huh?" "I was just being nice. After five minutes, you won't let me stop...because it will be so fucking good." "Enough talking. Let's just get this over with. How do we keep track of time?" Prepared as always, Marcus took out a stopwatch and placed it on the nearby table. He put his phone down on the table too as a gesture that he would live up to his word. "Seems fair to me." Winnie immediately crouched down and tried to unhook his belt buckle, when Marcus got up and stopped her with a wave of his hand. "Doesn't work that way." "So then what, you just gonna shove it in me?" "No, I wouldn't dare be so rough...turn around, place your hands on the table and bend over." Winnie did as she was told as Marcus slithered his way behind her and lifted up her dress, to reveal her tight, sweet ass and the tops of her sexy thigh high stockings. He took a step back and admired the view. Just like in the picture. What he did next surprised Winnie. Marcus got down on his knees and buried his face in between her thighs. First kissing and gently licking her inner thighs as his hands caressed up and down her stocking covered legs. He then made his way towards her already fucked pussy and tongued her clit back and forth. Winnie could instantly feel her sweet spots tingle...this man knew how to work his tongue. A couple of seconds passed before he felt Winnie's body move slightly. Marcus looked up to see Winnie reaching for the stopwatch and hitting the button to start the countdown. "What do you think you're doing?" "Starting the clock. You said five minutes." "No, I said five minutes fucking in doggystyle." Winnie seethed, "You fucking liar." "I did no such thing. And this is just to get you warmed up." Marcus stood up and reached for the stopwatch. He hit the button to stop the timer and reset it. Then he went back down to continue what he was doing. At first, he licked slowly up and down from her clit to her asshole. Then he applied a little pressure to her clit, sucking it like an ice chip. A couple of minutes passed as he continued his methodical technique. Not too fast, but not too slow. Not too hard, but also not too soft. And from the sound of it, Winnie was starting to enjoy it. She was starting to make low, muffled whimpers and moans. He could tell she was trying to keep it in, but couldn't. When Marcus spread her ass cheeks open and shoved his tongue into her pussy as far as he could, she finally gasped and moaned loudly. Marcus stopped for a moment, rubbing his fingers against her clit, "You like that don't you?" Ever defiant, Winnie protested, "No, I was fantasizing about another man." This made Marcus laugh. Without responding, he simply went back to working over her pussy. But this time, he held nothing back. He sloppily licked every inch of her pussy, making Winnie whimper and moan louder. He knew if he kept this up for five minutes, he could make her cum. But he would rather spend his five minutes another way. Marcus stopped and backed away from her magnificent ass. Suddenly, Winnie cried out, "Why'd you stop?" Then she caught herself and fumbled with her words a bit. "I...I mean. Finally. Can we get this five minutes crap over with?" "It's ok if you like it." Marcus replied as he began to take off his jacket. Winnie was still bent over, her ass his for the taking. She looked back over her shoulder as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it open. He was really making her wait and she just wanted to grab the stopwatch and get started. While waiting, she gave his body a glance over. Not an inch of flab to be found: Perfect six pack. Lean and sculpted physique. She quickly shook the thoughts out of her head as his belt was loosened. "Look straight ahead" Marcus ordered. He stopped until Winnie turned her face back around to stare at the wall. She heard the rumpling of his pants as they slid down to his ankles, the noise of the belt buckle clanging off the ground indicating that they had reached their destination. She felt his hand grab her by the waist, as the tip of his cock rubbed against her now dripping wet pussy. "Ok, when I'm all the way in...you can start the timer." Winnie reached over for the stopwatch as Marcus entered into her. She gasped and almost fell forward as his massive cock entered into her tight pussy. She felt so stretched that she nearly dropped the stop watch. Looking back at Marcus with a pleasure and pain look on her face, she mumbled out some incoherent sounds. Marcus just pushed into her further and further. Every time she thought he was all the way in, she felt another inch inside her. After several seconds, she thought she couldn't possibly take any more. The pain was almost overbearing. Finally, she heard him say "Now." She couldn't believe that her tight, little Asian pussy could take all of him in and guessed that his cock was at least nine inches long. Winnie mustered all the ability she could to reach for the stopwatch and hit the button. She clutched the stopwatch in her hand as the timer began counting down from five minutes, but the numbers disappeared in a sea of black as she closed her eyes in ecstasy. Behind her, Marcus was now slowly removing his cock out of her just to the tip before thrusting back into her balls deep. He did this over and over again as her pussy seemed to finally be so wet and stretched that the pain went away. In its place was an overwhelming sense of rapture and bliss. Never before had a cock touched the places his cock was touching now. She wasn't sure if she was moaning or screaming, but her mouth was wide open as her body tried to take on this massive cock. Time ceased to exist. All Winnie knew was that Marcus was beginning to quicken his pace. Her grip on the table cloth tightened and tightened as his thrusts became faster and harder. She gripped the stopwatch tighter and tighter as well, and wondered if the counter was even still running. She tried to take a peek, but she had no time to continue that thought, because Marcus was now grabbing her by the waist with his strong arms and pounding his cock into her at an unbelievably hard and fast pace. She knew for sure she was moaning and screaming now. She didn't realize she was cursing, "Fuck" and "Oh, shit" over and over again, in between yelling for god, because all her thoughts and words were a hazy blur. Marcus was fucking her so good from behind and he was so powerful, his balls slapping hard against her clit with each hard thrust. She felt her pussy juices leaking down her thigh and imagined his cock drenched in her juices. Winnie's body began to tense and she couldn't believe it. She was about to cum...hard. She tried her best to not let the sensation take over, but Marcus wouldn't stop fucking her. Her legs tensed, as did every muscle in her body. She tried to keep the words in, but she bellowed out uncontrollably, "Oh my god, I'm going to fucking cum. Oh fuck...fucking shit." Clutching the stopwatch to its breaking point, she arched her back as the orgasmic sensation reached its boiling point. She let out one long scream as the orgasmic wave cascaded up and down every nerve in her body. Winnie had cum a few times before, but never like this. After several seconds of pure, unadulterated heaven, her body collapsed onto the table and the stopwatch fell out of her open hand as Marcus' cock simultaneously popped out of her swollen, wet pussy. Five Minutes Winnie panted heavily, trying to catch her breath. She wondered how much time had passed. "Looks like you accidentally stopped the timer." Marcus voice boomed. He grabbed for the stopwatch and showed it to her. "You stopped it with 2 minutes and 47 seconds still left." Winnie couldn't believe it. She forgot to drop the watch and wouldn't possibly know when she hit the button to stop the clock. Then amazement hit her. He did all that in only a few minutes? What could he do with a five full minutes? Marcus continued, "You've been a good sport. So I'll be generous. Let's say that was five minutes and call our bet settled."Marcus was about to pull up his pants, when Winnie hastily replied out, "No, wait." Marcus paused, he knew he had her. Winnie continued, "It was my fault, so we should finish out the last couple of minutes. To be fair." It was exactly what Marcus expected her to say as he wasted no time and lined up his cock to her pussy again and plunged into her sweetness. Marcus reached over with his cock still inside her and placed his hand on hers and clicked on the button to start the timer. He then took it out of her hand and placed it on the table, so no other accidents could occur. Picking up right where he left off, his cock went in and out of her wet pussy, and Winnie felt even more pleasure that before. But her appetite was growing just as much as her pleasure. She needed more. She wanted more. Winnie had never had multiple orgasms before, but now she could feel the second orgasmic wave coming on. And it was going to be titanic. "More. More." She begged. "Fuck me harder." She pleaded. "Make me cum...please...make me cum." She moaned. Then a loud beeping sound snapped in her ear. And the fucking stopped. "No." She screamed. "Why'd you stop?" "Five minutes are up." Winnie realized the beeping sound was the stopwatch telling her time was up. She had finished the bet, but she wanted more. "Please, put it back in. I'm so close...please make me cum again." She implored. Marcus grinned from ear to ear. In a mere five minutes, he had turned Winnie from an angry bitch in to a begging, cock hungry slut. "You want me to fuck you again?" Marcus asked. "Make you cum all over my cock?" "Yes, please. You win. Ok. You win. I'll do anything." "Anything?" "I'll suck your cock. I'll drink your cum. Let you fuck me in the ass. ANYTHING!" "Good to know." And with that Marcus pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. "What? What are you doing?" Marcus ignored her pleas and reached for her purse and took out her cellphone. He turned it on and dialed a few numbers and waited a few seconds. His phone began ringing and he turned off her phone. "Now I have your phone number." He then pressed a few buttons..."there, all the evidence has been deleted. You lived up to our deal, so have I." Winnie stood there in shocked disbelief. She didn't even care about the pictures or video. She only wanted his cock. Marcus walked away, while he buttoned up his shirt. He glanced back and yelled over his shoulder. "I'll be in touch." She found herself hoping and praying that he did... Five Minutes For Mom It had only been a few weeks since Marcus had claimed ownership over Winnie's tight Asian pussy, but it felt like just yesterday that she had become this sex crazed nympho. The things that she would do for this man's beautiful black cock were once unimaginable. And the things she wore out with him in public would make a stripper scream out, "Put some clothes on". Tonight, the horny couple was heading back to Winnie's place after another tease filled night on the town. She was dressed in a barely there metallic silver cocktail dress with Marcus' favorite garter belt and black thigh high stockings underneath. To finish the outfit, she wore her go-to-pair of 4 ½ inch, patent leather, black fuck me pumps and no panties. Four cardinal wardrobe rules that Marcus set out for her each night. All night, they were whispering what they were going to do to each other once they were alone. Throughout the night his hand would caress up her thigh and push up the hem of her dress, so that the stocking tops were visible, and then find their way to her uncovered and already wet pussy. And her hands would be found reaching into his unzipped pants, jerking his massive hard cock. After hours of this erotic cat and mouse game, they were minutes away from Winnie's place and she couldn't wait to rip his clothes off and fuck him silly. They barely made it through the doorway before they were tearing at each other, kissing passionately and loudly. The straps of her dress were falling off her shoulder and his dress shirt was half un-buttoned when the lights suddenly went on. They both looked in the direction of the light and saw a woman in the living room clearly annoyed. The two of them had completely different reactions to the sight of this person. Marcus was immediately taken aback by her beauty. She looked absolutely stunning in an elegant and classical manner. She was tall, aided by her 4 ¾ inch black peep toe platform heels and dressed in a sexy, yet mature way with a simple loose fitted pleated skirt that ended knee high and a casual pink cardigan that was buttoned up all the way showing just a hint of her impressive C cup breasts. Her legs were wrapped in either black leggings or stockings, he couldn't quite tell from this angle. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail showing off her porcelain skin and strong Asian features, which gave her the look of a royal empress. She was definitely older than Winnie, but her toned body and flawless skin made her look much younger. If possible, Marcus' cock got harder at the sight of this beautiful woman and his mind raced to the naughty thought of a potential threesome with these two sexy Asian ladies. But that thought was quickly put to rest as Winnie covered up her half-naked body and screamed out, "MOM, what are you doing here?" The mom shot back, "What am I doing here? I bought this place for you..." She caught herself and held back what she really wanted to say to her daughter. Marcus' eye's bulged out in shock and amazement. No way could this women mother a child Winnie's age. The mom looked mid-30's at best. Far less than the estimated mid-40's that his mind calculated her to be. But as he stood and stared more and more, he noticed the similarities. Even if they looked like sisters more than parent and child. He now knew where Winnie got her gorgeous features from...as they say, 'like mother like daughter'. The only difference was Winnie didn't get the big breast gene from her mother. He was snapped back from his daze as the mother started yelling and screaming in an unknown Chinese dialect. Although her English was impeccable, he could hear a tint of accent when she spoke a combination of both languages. Winnie shot back in the same Chinese dialect and it sounded like a screaming match that Marcus shouldn't stick around for. Even though he couldn't understand what was being said, he was pretty sure they were talking about him. He interrupted the shouting match as soon as he found a pause, "I'm sorry Winnie. I think I should leave." Winnie nodded even though she didn't want him to leave. As Marcus turned towards the mother, he foolishly attempted to shake her hand and introduce himself. She stared at his hand in utter contempt and burned a hole through him were her hateful eyes. She didn't say any words, but he clearly was not welcomed and should leave immediately. As he closed the door behind him, he could hear the two women yelling and screaming again...loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear. Moments later, Marcus arrived at his townhouse and sighed disappointedly. He had genuinely liked Winnie and she was just the type of crazy, fun, and horny girl that he had spent so long trying to find. Oh well he shrugged, he would just have to find another woman. Unbeknownst to him...that another woman was approaching his doorstep at that very moment. As Marcus closed his eyes replaying the night's events, the door alarm ringed him out of his dream. He walked over to the security cameras and was perplexed by who his visitor was. With a confused look on his face he went over and opened the door to find Winnie's mother standing there. She looked slightly different with her hair down from her ponytail, but was as amazing and breathtaking as the first time he laid eyes on her. "Hello..." Marcus said unable to finish his greeting since he didn't even know her name. Winnie's mother wasted no time and caught right to the chase, "I want you to stop seeing my daughter." Marcus was taken aback by her demand. He still wanted to fuck her senseless, but he was also offended. "Don't you think that is something for your daughter to decide? She is a grown woman." "How much do you want?" as she reached into her Chanel purse and pulled out her checkbook. This made Marcus laugh out loud. "I don't want your money?" Winnie's mom shot back, "Everyone has a price." Marcus fired back, "Take a look around. I have money. Probably more than you." "Fine, then tell me what you want. Just stay away from my daughter." The question made Marcus ponder for a moment. He rubbed the fuzz of hair on his chin as the thought about how to respond to that question. She didn't come right out and say she would fuck him, but he had to direct the conversation in that direction somehow. He started his planned script, "Do you know how I met your daughter?" "I don't care. Just tell me what you want?" "Oh you will care...if you want me to stop seeing her." This made Winnie's mom finally shut up as she stared at him as if to say 'fine, go on'. After several seconds of silence, Marcus continued, "As I was saying, I met your daughter at a wedding. She was fucking the groom in the bathroom. I have it on camera...you should watch." He could see the anger seething in the mother's eyes. The body language said she was revolted and didn't believe the thought, but her eyes told him that she knew her daughter was capable of this. "Anyway, I confronted your daughter about it...much like you are confronting me now..." Now Marcus paused and smiled. He knew he had her and just had to bring the sales pitch home "...So that's how I met your daughter. So before you give me that shit about not being good enough for your daughter or throw out my color of skin at me, I just want to give you a little insight into your little angel, Winnie." Winnie's mom sighed and rolled her eyes. "Is there a point here?" "Yes, there is. I'm going to be a good guy and abide by your demands..." "Good." She shouted back and was about to walk away. "IF..." Marcus replied back as he grabbed her by the wrist "...if you can do this one thing." Winnie's mom's eyebrows rose. She didn't like where this was heading. "What's that?" "It's the same offer I gave your daughter when she wanted a copy of the video back at the wedding..." With that lead in, Marcus whipped out his trusty stopwatch. He showed it to her, "...all you have to do is fuck me for five minutes." He clicked the stopwatch for dramatic effect. As the timer counted down from the pre-set five minutes, he continued his speech with a shitfaced grin, "Just five fucking minutes. My nasty, disgusting Black cock inside your snobby and prim and proper Asian pussy." The look on Winnie's mother's face was priceless. She was offended. Disgusted. Yet, he knew that she was seriously considering it. It's always the five minutes that gets them...everybody thinks it's ONLY five minutes. Marcus was in a rhythm now and continued on. "One, two, three, four, five. That's all. 300 seconds. You'll be in and out and I'll be out of your daughter's life forever." Winnie's mom stood there deep in thought. On one hand, she was sickened by the thought of letting this man fuck her. On the other hand, five minutes was barely enough time to get things started? This seemed to justify what she thought in the back of her mind, but couldn't bring herself to actually say. She was snapped out of her deep thought at the sound of the stopwatch beeping. "See, that was five minutes right there. Quicker than writing me a check..." Finally relenting, Winnie's mom said the magical words that Marcus wanted to her, "So ONLY five minutes." That's how the women always said it...ONLY FIVE MINUTES. Heck, her own daughter said the exact same words. Marcus couldn't contain his laughter so he simply laughed back, "Yep. ONLY five minutes." "No games. No fineprint. No twists. Just five minutes." "Yes, five full minutes of fucking." With just a hint of hesitation, Winnie's mom finally agreed "Fine, you have a deal." Marcus stepped to the side and let Winnie's mom enter his home. He led her to the living room where she put down her purse and car keys on the nearby table and took a seat on a leather chaise lounge chair nearby. She sat there waiting for him to make the first move. He did so by placing the stopwatch on the coffee table and slowly unbuttoning his shirt that minutes ago was being ripped off by her own daughter. "Feel free to remove your clothing as well." Marcus gestured as he kicked off his shoes and peeled off his socks. "I think I'll keep them on, thank you. I don't expect this to take very long." The mother snottily responded. "Fine by me, I actually love fucking a women with her clothes on." He said as he slid off his belt and stepped out of his pants. Standing there in only his boxer briefs, his mammoth cock bulged inside just waiting to be released. "You may want to take off your granny panties and those ugly leggings though." he joked. The sheer size of the bulge caught Winnie's mom off guard. She stared in amazement and gulped, a little less confident than before. Trying her best to not show any sign of weakness, she quickly snapped out of her funk and shot back in fake confidence, "I'm not wearing any panties..." as she hiked up her skirt and opened her legs to reveal her panty less covered pretty pussy and stockings and garters. The sight made Marcus cock grow even larger and almost rip through his boxer briefs. Winnie's mom actually saw his cock twitch and increase in size and she jumped back startled. This caused Winnie's mom to fall backwards on the lounge chair and her legs kicked back towards her chest in a defensive position with her heels touching the leather. Seizing the opportunity, Marcus grabbed hold of her ankles and shoved his head in between her thighs. He didn't lick her pussy right away, as she gasped in anticipation of his tongue. Instead his hands slid down her stocking covered legs, appreciating the fabric and smoothness, before finally resting around her thighs. He slowly kissed and licked each inner thigh making his way up to her sweet spot. He teased the sides, licking as close to her pussy as possible without actually touching. She gasped and tensed with each lick. Finally, he gently tickled his tongue against her sensitive clit. He flicked his tongue over and over against her clit and noticed her body squirm. Marcus then shocked her by taking a long, drooling lick from her asshole all the way to her clit. He kept his tongue out and repeated the lick all the way back down to her asshole. Her pussy tasted so sweet and refined, and he couldn't wait to really dig in to her. In the middle of lapping his tongue around her pussy lips, he heard Winnie's mom scream out "Wait" over and over again. With panted breath, she wheezed out, "You didn't start the stop watch. You...you cheated." "Oh no my dear. I said five minutes of fucking. That means dick in pussy. This is just the warm up." Without waiting for a response, Marcus dove back in between her thighs and picked up right where he left off. He worked his magical tongue over her pussy, mixing in licks of her sensitive clit and sticking his tongue deep inside her wet pussy. She moaned and gasped louder and louder as her pussy got wetter and wetter. Finally, she couldn't take anymore and yelled out in her usual arrogant manner, "OK, I'm ready. You can stop now...let's get this over with." Marcus stopped and moved back away from her sweet smelling pussy. He grabbed for the stop watch and asked, "How would like to proceed?" "Just start the clock and let's be done with it." "Do you have a preference for position?" She was about to say, she didn't care...but then re-thought for a second. She didn't want to give him any extra advantage and thought best if she remained in control. So she replied, "Me on top." Mr. Marcus peeled off his boxer briefs and his huge 9 inch cock sprang out of its prison. He held out his hand in a gentlemanly manner and offered to help Winnie's mom up from the chair. She reluctantly accepted his hand and the two switched positions. "So what, I can't suck your cock? But you can lick my pussy." "Oh no, you can do whatever you want. It just doesn't count towards your five minutes." As Marcus got comfortable, Winnie removed her pink cardigan to reveal a tight, white tank top that was begging to be pushed down to let her tits out. She threw her cardigan to the table by her bag and walked over to Mr. Marcus. She raised one of her stocking covered legs and stepped over his body until both her heels were digging into the hard wood floors on opposite sides of him. She bunched up her skirt and held it in her hands as she hovered her pussy over his stretched out and engorged cock. "Ok, start the clock." She waited "Once you're in, then I start the clock." The rules were starting to annoy her, but she did not object. She simply squatted down until the head of his cock was touching against her open, wet pussy. She pushed the head in first. As she grimaced to the pain Winnie's mom said, "OK, I'm in. Start the clock." Enjoying the warmness of her pussy around the head of his cock, Marcus shook his head and replied, "All the way in." She wanted to curse out loud, but instead she gritted her teeth and squatted down further, pushing his cock deeper into her pussy. The size was almost too much for her tight Asian pussy to handle. But after a few attempts, she was finally stretched enough and his cock disappeared inside her. Before she could even ask, Marcus had clicked the stopwatch and placed it on the coffee table so they both could see the timer. Trying to get comfortable, Winnie's mom slowly bounced up and down on his cock as she glanced over at the stopwatch, watching the numbers count down. But it was like watching water boil, so she turned her attention back to his cock. She really wanted to shut him up and would be more than happy if she were able to make him cum way before the five minutes were up. It helped that his massive cock did feel great inside of her. She had never fucked a cock that big and with each slow bounce up and down on his cock, she felt nerves being touched that she didn't even know where there. Barely thirty seconds had passed, but she was already started to get really wet and enjoy the feeling of a big black cock deep inside her. She closed her eyes and his hand grabbed her firm ass and then made their way up to her covered tits. As he pushed the tank top down and grabbed both breasts with his massive hands, she felt him thrust upwards deep into her pussy. Her eyes bulged open wide as she felt him deeper insider her than anyone has ever been before. She felt him thrust slowly in and out of her pussy, feeling every inch of his monster cock. The pace quickened as she tried to hold in the sensations coursing through her body. She was slowly losing control of the situation as his grip tightened around her waist and held her body up helplessly for him to thrust his cock over and over up into her pussy. She tried to meet him thrust for thrust, but could not regain control of the fucking motion and was only slamming her pussy harder and faster into his cock making her scream and moan wildly and loudly. Sensing things getting out of control too quickly, she jumped up as high as possible and let his cock slip out of her soaking pussy. "Oh no sweetheart. You stop fucking and that stops the clock." Hurriedly she reached back and slid his cock back inside her, hoping that she would get away with a few seconds in her favor. She immediately gained back control and started to fuck him, pouncing on his cock. She found her rhythm and was now using her gym trained leg muscles to slam down onto his cock and let the impact spring her back up, each bounce perfectly timed to go the length of his cock. She noticed Marcus eyes roll to the back of his head and his neck snapped back. She was very familiar with this action and knew that Marcus was enjoying it just as much as she was. Glancing at the clock, she saw that there were still about three and a half minutes remaining. Mixing in a couple of grinds on his cock, she alternated between hard, fast bounces and slow grinds back and forth. "Ooh, fuck that's some good pussy. Now I know where Winnie gets it from." The last comment made her blood rise, but instead of angrily cursing him out of hitting him, her pussy unconsciously took it out on his cock and fucked him harder and faster. She stepped up onto the chair, her legs still straddling his and dug her heels into the leather cushion. She used the new found leverage to slam her pussy down even harder on his cock than before. "Yea, fuck that cock. Give me that sweet Asian pussy." Marcus cheered, even clapping for added emphasis. His encouraging words egged her on and she slam fucked his cock harder and harder, the sound of her ass slapping against his thigh almost as loud as her ecstasy filled moans. Her legs began to tire and tense up and she felt an unfamiliar feeling course through her body. It was at least unfamiliar from a cock as opposed to her vibrator, but she knew she was getting close to cumming. Her legs gave out and she almost feel off the chair, but Marcus' strong hands caught her and she was leaning on her side at the edge of the chair. His dick still inside of her, Marcus shifted his weight until he was on his side as well facing her. His face was so close to hers that she felt every hot breath of his as he thrusted his cock in rapid movements into her dripping wet pussy. She was dangerously close to cumming and he knew it. He drove his cock in her faster and faster, reaching down with his free hand to rub her clit. Their faces were so close, that their mouths were almost touching. Even catching herself by surprise, Winnie's mom leaned in and shut up her loud banshee like screams with a hard, sloppy kiss on his mouth. As their mouths released, she screamed out "Oh my god...I'm going to cum." Marcus went into overdrive and began drilling her pussy into submission, trying to get her over the edge and force her pussy juices to flow. "No...please no..." Winnie's mom screamed. With her last ounce of strength she begged "...please no...let me suck your cock. Please..." Five Minutes For Mom Marcus stopped for a second to let her calm down. He could easily fuck her and make her cum...but he desperately wanted those sexy lips wrapped around his cock. Making up his mind, he pulled out and grabbed for the stopwatch and clicked the button to stop the timer. It read 1 minute and 49 seconds remaining. "Clock stops if you want to do that?" He smiled at her. Panting breathlessly and on the brink of exploding, Winnie's mom had to buy time to let her pussy calm down. There was no way she was going to let this piece of shit win, even if that meant she had to suck his cock for awhile. As Marcus comfortably lay out on the couch, Winnie's mom immediately got down on her knees in front of him and grabbed hold of his glistening cock. It was covered in her pussy juices and a puddle of sticky white goo puddled around the base. She jerked it furiously as she looked up at this towering figure with this towering cock in her hand. Popping the head of his cock into her mouth, she sucked feverishly without breaking eye contact. Even though she was on her knees, she wanted him to know she had the power at that very moment. Marcus knew it too and couldn't let her suck for too long. But he let her work her magic on his cock for a little bit and enjoyed her warm and skilled mouth. Winnie's mom sucked and slobbered on his cock and was lost for the moment. She didn't even notice how much she was enjoying this big black cock in her mouth. She paid no mind to how much and how good she wanted to suck it so that his black, hot cum would spew out and into her mouth. Without thinking, her spare hand found its way to her wet pussy and she began to play with herself excitedly. She was even making moaning noises on his cock as she continued to bob up and down. By the time the shock of what she was doing and how in the moment she was hit her, Marcus strong hands had grabbed a hold of her waist and lifted her lower body off the ground. With her mouth still wrapped around his cock, he dropped her pussy right on top of his face in a 69 position and began licking her pussy from top to bottom. Caught off guard, Winnie's mom almost chocked herself on his cock and had to adjust her body so that she was at ease lying on top of him. She popped his cock out of her mouth and let out a loud, long moan as Marcus' amazing tongue worked over her pussy. His tongue was almost as good as his cock and she had to bite her lip hard to contain her screams. She tried to work up a good jerk on his cock, but every other second her focus was broken by the touch of his powerful tongue. Her nails dug into his thigh and she let out whimper after whimper as her body tensed. Working up every ounce of energy and will in her body, she threw her mouth onto his cock and tried to keep pace with Marcus' tongue. Her sucks became muffled moans and cries of ecstasy, before she couldn't hold on any longer and let out a long hard scream. "Oh my god...I'm going to fucking cum." Unexpectedly, Marcus stopped licking and backed away letting Winnie's mom's pussy calm down again, enough to avoid orgasm. "What are you doing? Why'd you stop?" She panted. "Because I still have a minute and 49 seconds left." Showing impressive strength, Marcus picked her up like a ragdoll and stood up on his feet. Upside down, she let out a scared scream as the blood rushed down to her head. Marcus then spun her around like a pinwheel until she was face to face in his strong arms. She could smell the scent of her pussy juices on his breath. The heat of the moment made her shove her tongue down his throat as she swallowed her pussy juices from his saliva. Marcus then spun around and threw her on her back onto the couch. He lifted her legs high so that her toes were pointed towards the ceiling and placed her legs down on his shoulders. He stared at the sexy heels next to each ear and gently licked and kissed each stocking covered ankle. He then lined up his cock with her pussy and with one quick thrust he entered back into her soaking wet pussy. Marcus then grabbed the stopwatch and hit the button as the minute and 49 seconds resumed its count down. Knowing that time was short, Marcus wasted no time working up a hard and fast rhythm. Using her legs as a wall, he drove his cock into her making her scream and writhe in orgasmic bliss. He slammed his body into her with each thrust and could feel her juices saturating his cock and balls. Winnie's mom was no longer concerned about reaching five minutes. As a matter of fact, time seemed to stop. She no longer cared about her daughter either. All she cared about was reaching that utopian climax. She needed it. She desperately wanted it. It was going to be body shaking and mind altering. She begged him, "Oh my god. Please don't stop. PLEASE...FUCK ME!" She repeated those words over and over again, each time louder and louder as Marcus obliged and continued to jackhammer her pussy. "Oh fuck yes. Oh fuck....YES, YES, YES..." She screamed as her climax neared. Just as she was about to cum, Marcus stopped fucking her and pulled his cock out of her stretched out pussy. Winnie's mom screamed out, "NOOOOOO....." as soon as his cock left her pussy. Marcus glanced at the stopwatch...it was just passing the 45 second mark. He smiled as Winnie's mom continued to pant and beg for him to put it back in. "Less than 45 seconds left..." He then picked up her helpless body and lifted her in the air. He maneuvered his arms until they were holding up her body by her stocking covered thighs, and then cupped her hands under each ass cheek. Winnie's mom screamed again as she wrapped her arms around his neck so that she wouldn't fall off. Her heels and legs flailed feebly in the air as Marcus guided his cock into her yearning pussy. With about 30 seconds before the timer expired, he let gravity do its job as he slam fucked her pussy down onto his cock. Winnie's mom screamed louder than she did at any point that night, which was saying something. She had no idea what Marcus was doing to her and had never been fucked in this position before, but suddenly realized the power of it. Marcus was working her over his cock like she was a barbell at the gym. Every time gravity would force her body down; he would bounce her pussy back up the full length of his cock. The rapid and repeated motion was too much for her to handle and she was going to explode any second. Marcus grinned and looked at her dead in the eyes as he fucked her silly. "Oh fuck yes...right there...don't stop...please don't stop." She begged again. Marcus nodded his head, "Oh yea...I'm going to give it to you." He then worked his cock into overdrive, really pounding into her pussy. She wasn't going to be the same after this fuck session. "Yes...right there...fuck me...FUCK MEEEEE!!!!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as her body tensed up and she went still. Her neck flung back as she readied herself for the most intense orgasm of her life. Just then, the stopwatch "BEEPED" loudly and Marcus automatically pulled his cock out of her. Again, Winnie's mom screamed out "NOOOOOO." Marcus smiled at her and gave an impressed nod, "Congrats...you made it to five minutes. You win." He helped her climb off his body and guided her heels back onto the hardwood floor. She tried to stand upright, but her wobbly legs almost caused her to tip over, so he held her steady in place. "Huh, what..." Winnie's mom replied as her mind took its time gathering its thoughts. "I mean...yes." She tried to regain composure and pulled away from his sweaty body. She smoothed out her skirt and pulled up her tank top and adjusted her breasts in place. "So...we're good right." She continued without finishing any of her sentences. She stumbled over to the table and grabbed her purse and pink cardigan. She spun back around and almost ran into Marcus' chiseled torso. Mumbling, "Very well...thank you for your time..." as she reached out her hand and shook "So what we said before...we're good, right?..." Marcus flung both hands in the air and replied, "Yep. We are good. You will never see me again. A deal is a deal." Winnie looked at both his hands and was confused as she realized she was still shaking something. She looked down to see her hand shaking his still rock hard cock. "Oh my..." she gasped as she jerked her hand away and rushed for the door. She hastily swung the door open and knocked into the side of the doorway, sending her outside in what could easily be mistaken as a drunken state. She raced to her car and fumbled through her bag looking for her keys. She glanced back and saw Marcus standing in the doorway with his boxers back on barely concealing his still engorged cock. She fake laughed as she dug even deeper into her purse trying to find her keys. In a frustrated state, she flipped over her purse and emptied the contents out onto the driveway pavement. She bent down and ruffled through all her belongings. She found her phone, her wallet, some makeup and other beauty products. But no keys. Then she remembered she had put them on the table next to the purse. Winnie's mom quickly threw her stuff back in her purse and took a deep breath and made the embarrassing walk back to Marcus' front door. As she arrived Marcus was standing there with a grin on his face and her keys in his hand. "Forget something?" "Yes. I forgot my cock...I mean keys." Trying to take back her mix-up of words. "I forgot my keys." She held out her hands as Marcus made the motion to drop the keys in her open hand. But instead he pulled back and with his spare hand, stretched out the front of his boxer briefs and dropped the keys down next to his still hard cock. "Oops" was all Marcus said with a huge smile. With one hand, Winnie's mom reached down his boxers and took out her keys. But with the other, she reached down and stroked his cock. Standing there speechless, she continued to stroke his cock neither taking a step inside or outside towards her car. Finally, after several moments, she looked up at him with that gorgeous face and those beautiful eyes and asked confusedly, "What did you do to my pussy?" Marcus shook his head and smiled, "The same thing I did to your daughter..." as he took her hand and led her back inside his place. With keys in hand, she got down on her knees and sucked on his cock...worshipping it. Marcus looked out at the night and winked to nobody as he slowly closed the door behind them. It was going to be a long and fun night... Five Minutes Four Mom and Daughter After Winnie's mom found her way back to Marcus' house, they went almost another five minutes before she was cumming again. He asked her to stay the entire weekend, but not before a quick trip home to pick up the essentials...and by essentials; she meant slutty clothes to be fucked in. Marcus even followed her home to make sure she came back with at least a different outfit for him to fuck her in each day and night, because it would be asinine to let her wear the same stockings three days in a row. So Winnie's mom rushed home and didn't bother playing it safe. She threw her entire wardrobe of stockings, garters, lingerie and four pairs of heels into a suitcase and left. Marcus told her to leave her car at home and jump into his car since she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon. They were back at Marcus' house within thirty minutes and Winnie's mom was back on her knees within thirty minutes and one second with a mouth full of black cock. What followed was a weekend filled with non-stop fucking for Winnie's mom: morning, noon, and night. She was fucked into complete and utter submission, just like her daughter, who was calling them both non-stop the entire weekend. Winnie's mom checked her phone on that third day and she had 54 missed calls and text messages. Marcus was apparently more popular...he had 72. After another round of pussy pounding, Winnie's mom fell asleep in an orgasmic daze. When she awoke in bed hours later, there was a still burning fire deep in her loins. The sun was setting as she glanced at the clock; it read 7:37pm. She sat up and saw her reflection on the massive closet face mirror and was shocked at what she saw. She recognized the woman, but not the black cock slut staring back at her. The things she had done that weekend. Every position. Every orifice. Everything and anything he wanted, she did no questions asked. And she looked like a mess because of it; her hair was wildly tousled and caked cum was all over her face and on her body hugging blue dress. Her nude stockings were torn with dried cum around the tops, the garter straps hung aimlessly unconnected and she still had her heels on. It may have been odd for her to leave her torn clothes on, but she quickly learned Marcus' rules: wear stockings and heels and keep them on at all times and never dare to wear panties. And she didn't dare break those rules. Winnie's mom yawned and stretched while she looked over at the master cocksmith lying down next to her. Marcus was staring back at her with a cocky smile on his face. His cock was at full attention and he was ready for round number...who knows...she lost count. "You ready to go another five minutes?" Marcus laughed grabbing hold of his trusty stopwatch. "You are crazy." Winnie's mom spoke softly still coming to her senses. "Let me wash up first." "I'll jump in the shower with you. And don't forget to change your outfit afterwards." Marcus responded as he got up and lifted Winnie's mom up in his strong arms. The two headed for the shower as Winnie's mom kicked her heels off along the way and they landed on the floor with a loud clack. A brisk shower later, Winnie's mom and Marcus were all fresh and clean. As ordered, she had changed into a pink lace nighty with matching pink garter belt. The garters were connected to a pair of hold up lace, white colored thigh high stockings, and a pair of four inch white strappy sandals completed the sexy outfit. They moved to the kitchen, with Winnie's mom bent over the island counter in the middle of the open room. Her hands were outstretched and tightly gripped around the edges as she stuck her ass out and invited Marcus in for another round. Marcus stood back and admired his tiger mom fuck doll all dressed up and ready to be taken. He opened up his bath robe and let his monstrous cock out. He was smiling because his wicked mind had just come up with another devious plan. With his right hand, massaging her damp pussy, his left hand was reaching around Winnie's mom and placing both of their cell phones on the counter top next to his trusty stopwatch. "Your daughter called me again." Marcus said. Winnie's mom was already panting softly and enjoying her finger fucking. She bit her lips and spoke, "I know. She called me too." Marcus left the conversation at that as he set the timer on the stop watch, "So five minutes as usual. If you last the full five, you get to stay another night. If you don't, then you have to walk back home in that outfit." She heard him, but didn't take him seriously. He had been making ridiculous challenges each time, but she figured it was just a little extra incentive to get him worked up. As usual, Marcus went down on her first. With the timer still in his hand, his finger on the button, he was busying himself with lapping up every inch of her Asian pussy. He loved the taste of her and buried his face deep between her legs, shoving his tongue deep inside her as his nose rubbed against her pussy lips. He sloppily licked every inch; up, down, side to side, even in her pussy, and her asshole. He loved the sound of her moan filled screams. It drove him wild and made him want to drool all over her pussy. When she was close to cumming, he stopped and pronounced her ready. He stood back up and lined up his rock hard cock with her pussy and shoved his cock all the way in, balls deep. Winnie's mom gasped and moaned as she felt his monstrous cock back inside her pussy. Marcus held the position as he reached over and put the stopwatch down on the counter and grabbed his cell phone. Winnie's mom braced herself with eyes close for the impending pussy pounding and when it didn't happen seconds later, she looked up and saw the stopwatch still sitting on five minutes. Marcus never pressed the button. She looked back at Marcus and saw him with his cellphone pressed to his ear. She was confused, "He's taking a call when he's about to fuck me?" she thought to herself. She repeated similar thoughts in her head, until he stared talking into the phone. "Hey baby." Marcus said into the phone. There was some screaming and a pause as he listened to whoever was on the other end respond. Then he spoke again, "I'm sorry baby that I didn't call you back. I thought you should take the weekend to calm down and set things straight with your mom." Winnie's mom whispered softly trying to not be too loud, but loud enough that Marcus could hear. "Who are you talking to?" Marcus didn't respond, he just thrust his cock slowly in and out of her pussy. The sudden might of his cock sent Winnie's mom bracing herself on top of the counter again. She closed her eyes and bit her lip and covered her mouth as Marcus worked his long, thick, black cock in and out of her. She didn't know why, but she was trying to keep quiet while he was still on the phone carrying on a conversation while fucking her. She came to her senses and caught up several points in his phone conversation later. "So you haven't spoken to your mom all weekend?" Marcus said into the phone. Winnie's mom's mind was racing. Her senses were being shaken by the giant cock touching every nerve inside her as her brain tried to scramble out the question, "Is she taking to my daughter?" "I miss you too baby." Marcus spoke again "Why don't you come over?" Winnie's mom wanted to scream out so many questions, "What the fuck are you doing? Who are you inviting over?? Is that my daughter on the phone???" But Marcus was always one step ahead as he pulled her off the kitchen counter top with his free hand and drew her in close to him until her back was pressed against his stomach. With the quickness, Marcus had peeled off her pink nighty and stuffed it into her mouth, muffling her screams and cries. His dick still inside of her, even at this impossible angle, he continued to thrust upwards into her pussy sending her into a wild combination of shock and ecstasy. "Then get your ass over here now. I'll let you spend the night if you get here in five minutes" Marcus said to the mystery person on the other end of the phone. Winnie's mom turned her head just enough to stare him in the eye as he delivered the knockout blow. "OK Winnie. See you real soon."And just like that, he hung up the phone and threw it on the table. Proud of himself, Marcus let his cock pop out as Winnie's mom struggled with everything that just happened. She pulled the pink nighty from her mouth and immediately began screaming at Marcus, "What the fuck are you doing? You called my daughter??" Marcus roared out a loud laugh, "Yea, she's coming over right now." He didn't care for a response as he reached over towards the kitchen counter and picked up his stopwatch and her cellphone. He finally pressed the button on the stopwatch and put it down as it started counting down from five minutes. He then turned towards Winnie's mom and handed her cellphone to her."Call your daughter. She hasn't spoken to you all weekend and is quite worried." Winnie's mom took her cellphone and shook her head no, "You're fucking crazy. I'm not calling my daughter." She pulled away and tried to separate from Marcus, "Oh my god, I have to get out of here." But Marcus was too fast for her as he picked her up in his big, powerful arms. She was like a ragdoll as he hoisted her up in the air and held her up by her sweet ass cheeks with one hand. Winnie's mom screamed for him to put her down, but he was already guiding his cock with his free hand into her wet pussy. He shoved it inside her and let gravity force her pussy to swallow up every inch of his cock. He juggled her body in his arms until he found the right balance and with no time wasted, Marcus fervently began to slam his cock up into her soaking wet pussy. Marcus yelled loud over her thunderous screams of pleasure, "ARE YOU GOING TO CALL YOUR DAUGHTER?" Winnie's mom shook her head and bellowed out, "NOOOOOO" repeatedly. But then Marcus would hammer her pussy and she would scream out, "YEEESSSSS". She was like a crazed woman who didn't know the words that were coming out of her mouth. Marcus was determined to make Winnie's mom make that call as he slammed his cock into her harder and faster, fucking her in a borderline violent matter. "I'LL KEEP FUCKING YOU LIKE THIS UNTIL SHE COMES. DO YOU WANT THAT? DO YOU WANT THAT?" He let that question hang in the air as he viciously fucked her swollen pussy. "MAKE THE CALL." "OK. OOhhhh...KKKaaayyyy." Winnie's mom finally screamed out. Marcus relished the victory as he stopped fucking her for a minute and let her calm down and catch her breath. She could tell that Marcus wasn't going to give her a lot of time as he looked over at the timer and told her that two minutes had already passed. Still panting for air, Winnie's mom punched in the speed dial number for her daughter's cell, put the phone to her ear, and waited for a response. "Put it on speaker." Marcus ordered as he gave her a couple of good, hard thrusts for good measure. Winnie's mom had to bite her lip hard as she was able to contain the cries. She somehow managed to hit the speaker button on the phone even though she kept it pressed to her ear. A loud, clear voice echoed from out of the phone, "Mom? What the hell?" It took every ounce of her strength to speak clearly without sounding like she had a nine inch cock buried inside her, but somehow Winnie's mom managed, "Winnie. I'm so sorry. I should have called you back sooner, but I was still very upset." A loud honking sound blared from the phone as Marcus carried Winnie's mom over to the kitchen counter and lay her down on her back. "What was that?" Winnie's mom asked. "I'm driving mom. I'm kind of in a rush. Can I call you back later?" Winnie responded abruptly. Winnie's mom's eye bulged out in horror. Her daughter was on her way over and time was running out. "OK, be careful. I will...." She stopped right there as she gasped and had to cover her mouth not to scream. Even with her best efforts, a muffled cry still escaped her fingers because Marcus was feverishly working his cock back and forth inside her pussy. He threw her legs up and over her shoulders, resting them on his muscular traps with her heels next to his ears. He grabbed a hold around her thighs and used her legs as leverage to slam into her pussy. With quick thinking, Winnie's mom pressed the mute button on the phone as she screamed and cursed out in agony and ecstasy. Unfortunately, Winnie could only talk for so long without expecting a response. This made Marcus flash a devilish smile on his face as he continued to slap his balls into her with each long, hard thrust. "Mom...mom...are you there? MOM...hello? What was that??" Winnie screamed on the other end of the phone. "Fuck...are you trying to get me caught."Winnie's mom screamed as she glanced over to make sure the mute button was pressed. It was and she caught a glance at the stopwatch, it was down to less than two minutes. "Invite your daughter to dinner and tell her to bring her new man...ME." Marcus barked out sinisterly. Winnie's mom was shaking her head no over and over again. But Winnie was screaming into the phone, scared that her mom was not responding, so Winnie's mom had to act quickly. She hit the mute button again to unmute her phone and took a deep breath. Holding in each desire to scream and moan out in pleasure, she managed to blurt the words out very rapidly, "Sorry, I dropped my phone. I'll call you later." She then hit the mute button again as Marcus was relentlessly pounding into her pussy. "OH FUCK..." Winnie's mom screamed out "...YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME CUM." On the other end of the phone, Winnie could be heard screaming,"Mom...what happened? MOM...ARE YOU THERE." Then the phone went silent. "DO IT. DO IT NOW OR I WON'T STOP UNTIL SHE GETS HERE." Marcus demanded. "OK...OK...I'LL DO IT." Winnie's mom yelled. Marcus stopped fucking her as Winnie had hung up the phone after she didn't get a response for several seconds. But she was already calling back and the phone was buzzing. Winnie's mom took another deep breath to try to keep herself together, she finally answered after the fourth ring. "Hi honey. I'm fine. I just cut myself cooking and dropped my phone. But I'm OK." The speaker button was not on anymore, so Marcus couldn't hear what Winnie was saying in return, but he nodded intently to make sure Winnie's mom didn't back off her promise. His dick was still inside her and ready to pummel her pussy if she did. "Sorry to scare you sweetie. Hey, I was thinking. I feel bad for what happened. I overreacted. To make it up to you, why don't you invite your friend over for dinner? Let me apologize to him and get to know him a little."Winnie's mom spoke in a very rushed tone. Marcus nodded satisfied as the timer beeped signifying the five minutes were up. "What was that sweetie? Oh, that was just the over timer."Winnie's mom lied. She was about to say something else, but then she felt Marcus' cock move and twitch inside her again. She looked up in horror again as she covered the phone with her hand, "Please...no more. No." she begged in whisper. But Marcus was not going to stop now. He pounded into her again and again with no regard. Winnie's mom had to get off the phone now; she took a deep gulp and blurted out words at a million miles a minute, "OKLETSDOSATURDAYATMYPLACEGOTTAGONOWSWEETIEBYE."Before she hung up the phone for good, flung it as far as she could and hoped that was enough for her daughter not to call back. She didn't. But Winnie's mom had bigger things on her mind now. Nine inches of things, as Marcus jack hammered his cock into her pussy repeatedly and methodically. Her"C" cup tits shook violently with each thrust and she could feel her body tense and betray her. "Oh my god...I'm going to cum. I'm going to fucking cum."Winnie's mom cried as her body shook and spasmed and pussy juices squired all over Marcus' cock. Marcus was supremely proud of the damage he did and how his masterful plan worked to perfection as Winnie's mom cried out over her pants and gasp for air, "You asshole. What did you do?" But there was no time to get a response as the door bell rang and both eyes darted for the doorway. Marcus smiled as he calmly and nakedly strolled out of the kitchen, leaving Winnie's mom alone without a word or a goodbye. She didn't have to time to think as she quickly jumped off the counter and picked up her pink nighty off the floor. She found her phone on the other end of the kitchen and made a quick round to make sure she took everything that was hers in the kitchen as she heard the door open and her daughter's loud screams of happiness. Winnie's mom quietly sneaked out of the kitchen undetected just in time as Marcus and her daughter were walking in. The darkness and the shadows hid her as she saw Marcus carrying her daughter in his strong, powerful arms like he was doing to her just moments ago. Her daughter was dressed in a tight and revealing pink dress with white stockings and white peep toe fuck me pumps on. It struck her that her daughter was dressed just like she was and she was about to get fucked hard just like she did. While her daughter was kissing and making up with Marcus in the kitchen, Winnie's mom took the long way out. Very slowly and very quietly, she was at the front door still half naked when she realized she didn't have her car. She looked for Marcus' keys, but they were not near the front door. Winnie's mom then remembered that he kept them on a hook by the garage, and the only way to get there was through the kitchen. She was stuck. It was a large house with plenty of room to hide. But going against the tiny voice in her head saying, "go upstairs", Winnie's mom gravitated back towards the kitchen. Soon she found herself in a large dining room. The room was dark except for the light that came in from the kitchen. She hid in the corner in the dark out of sight, but with a perfect view of her daughter and Marcus going at it on the very same kitchen counter she was being fucked on just minutes before. BACK INSIDE THE KITCHEN... Marcus and Winnie are kissing passionately and sloppily. Out of the corner of his eye, he spots Winnie's mom sneak into the room next door and hide behind the wall. She goes unnoticed to her daughter. "Oh baby, I've missed you soooo much. I thought you were mad at me."Winnie says in between kisses. "How could I be mad at you baby? You're my favorite girl." Marcus lied. "Everything cool with your mother?" His hands were all over Winnie's "B"cup tits after he pushed aside her tight pink dress so that her tits were showing. Winnie worked her lips across Marcus' neck to his ears as she cooed, "You wouldn't believe, but my mom called to apologize earlier on my way over here. She wants to invite us over for dinner." Winnie's mom heard her name and immediately was terrorized by the thought of having dinner with her daughter and Marcus. And she knew Marcus would make her go through it and there was nothing she could do about it. Marcus voice snapped Winnie's mom out of her trance like daze, "Baby, I will bring my A game and impress the fucking shit out of her at dinner." Winnie stopped licking and kissing Marcus' earlobe and snapped her head back so that she was staring Marcus dead in the eyes, "No, you don't understand. My mom has never approved of any of the guys I'm seeing and has never even eaten dinner with them at a restaurant, let alone invite him over for dinner...this is a big fucking deal." Winnie's mom heart sank a bit when she heard her daughter say those words. "Was she really that disapproving of her daughter's boyfriends?", "Was Marcus her boyfriend?", "Was she fucking her daughter's boyfriend?" The last thought made her heart sink even lower and she felt horrible. Five Minutes Four Mom and Daughter "Enough talking about your mother. It's not like she's in the room next door." Marcus said without a single hint of joking. Winnie laughed out loud and slapped him playfully on the shoulder,"Oh Marcus, you're so funny. Imagine how crazy that would be if she were here." "That would be crazy. You know what would be even crazier. If I tried to fuck you so hard and make you scream so loud, that your mom could hear you wherever she is right now." Marcus smiled knowing the truth. "Oh baby, you are so nasty...you're making me so fucking wet." Winnie remarked before she shoved her tongue back down Marcus' throat. Marcus was already rock hard, but he got even more excited knowing that Winnie's mom was right next door and could see and hear everything, "Baby, I missed those sexy lips around my cock." Winnie prepared to jump down from the kitchen counter, but Marcus stopped her. Instead he slowly lifted her stocking covered legs, admiring the white nylon. He caressed them, appreciating the soft feel around his finger tips. He then rested her heels on the kitchen counter and spun her around until her back was facing him. Marcus gave her a gentle push forward as he helped her lie down and stretch her legs out towards the center of the kitchen counter. Winnie allowed herself to be controlled even though the position was slightly awkward. The blood was rushing to her head as it hanged off the edge of the counter. She was staring up at Marcus as he shimmied over and let his cock hang over her face so that it was within sucking distance. This was a new position. Normally; Winnie would be on her knees, bent over, or grappling in 69 when she took his cock in her mouth. But upside down was a whole new experience and she liked trying new things with Marcus. So with a big smile on her face, she reached out and grabbed a hold of Marcus' cock. It was already slick and she smelled a noticeable odor on his cock. She thought the smell was familiar when Marcus shoved his giant cock into her open mouth. The hostile nature of the action caught Winnie off guard and she almost choked on his cock as Marcus slid his cock back and forth in her open mouth. The smell and taste was noticeable and she knew exactly what it was. Winnie forced her head back even further and the cock fell out of her mouth as she screamed out, "Why does your cock smell and taste like pussy? Were you fucking another woman??" Marcus snapped like he was offended by the accusation, "Are you calling me a cheater? How dare you. I don't see you for three days. How do I know you weren't fucking another guy...come here, let me smell your pussy. It probably smells like another man's cum." "I'm sorry. It's just that your dick tasted funny. I didn't mean it. It's me. It's probably because I was upside down...threw me off." Winnie found herself apologizing. But it was too late; Marcus had walked away and was walking towards the direction of Winnie's mother's, "I think you should leave. Why don't you call that other guy you're fucking and then call me again in three days?" Winnie rolled over onto her back and then hopped off the counter and her heels click clacked after Marcus, "No, wait. Please. I'm sorry. I'm just going crazy because I missed you so much." "Doesn't sound like it...saying my dick smells...maybe I just haven't washed my dick in a few days or yea, I was fucking another woman...I was fucking your mother." Marcus replied. Winnie's mom gasped. She was going to get caught. She wanted to make a run for it, but she was frozen in place. She felt herself begin to hyperventilate, so she closed her eyes and hoped it was all a nightmare and she would wake up any minute now. Back in the kitchen, Winnie finally caught up to Marcus just as he was about to enter the dining room, "Please Marcus, don't be mad. You're right. It was a crazy thought...just like you fucking my mom." She let out a laugh at the comment, "Please let me suck your cock again." "I don't know. My feelings are hurt." Marcus lied again. "Let me suck your cock and make you feel better. I'll suck it real good. I love the smell of your cock. I love the taste of your cock. I love your big black cock...please let me suck it. Please." Winnie begged. "Oh baby, you know I love it when you beg for it." Marcus smiled, "And you do look damn good in that outfit. I love the mix of pink and white." Winnie's mom looked at her own outfit and wondered if that was intentional. Marcus continued talking to Winnie directly and Winnie's mom indirectly, "But I'm gonna have to punish you first before I let you suck my cock." "Baby, punish me all night long. Do whatever you like...we have three days to make up for." Winnie replied. "That's my girl. Now go stand in that corner over there." Marcus ordered as he pointed to the corner of the kitchen closest to the dining room that Winnie's mom was in at that very moment. There was an opening in the wall that led from room to room with just drywall by the corner that was enough to fit a person's body; for hiding or to bend someone over against it. Winnie strutted over to the corner and assumed the position, reaching her arms out until they found the wall. She arched her back and bent over slightly so that her ass stuck out just enough. The way she arranged her body hiked up her dress just barely enough to show her stocking tops and garter belt but not give enough to give Marcus direct access to her pussy, so Winnie reached around and hiked up the rest of her dress to give Marcus the complete view. Meanwhile, Winnie's mom clung to the wall and held her breath only letting air out through her nose. She was stuck in place and tried to remain as quiet as possible, the fear of knowing that only a piece of drywall and some wood was all that stood between her daughter finding out her secret and shame. It was enough to make her perspire. At the same time, Marcus calmly strode back towards the kitchen counter. He grabbed his trusty stopwatch and set it to the usual five minutes. He pressed the button to start the timer and put the stopwatch back down. On his way back to Winnie he went into his now famous setup and speech, "Five minutes of punishment should do. I'll even give you a few seconds head start." That was all the time that passed when he reached Winnie and gave her a hard slap on her ass cheek. "Is that pussy wet enough for me?" "Oh, don't you worry. That pussy is always wet for you." Winnie replied staring back at him with a lustful gaze. Making up for lost time, Marcus quickly lined up his dick with the entrance of Winnie's pussy and shoved the head in. Winnie gasped as her pussy walls opened up to let in his big, black cock. As Marcus pushed forward, squeezing more and more of his cock inside her, Winnie closed her eyes and remarked how much she missed his big dick. "Oh fuck, you are wet." Marcus commented as he easily slid his entire cock inside her. He wasted very little time once he was balls deep inside her as he rapidly slipped the full length of his cock out. Just as his cock was about to fall out of her pussy, he thrust forward hard. Winnie's head snapped back as she let out a loud, long moan, "Aaahhhhh". She was a drug addict who finally got her medicine and she wanted more. And Marcus gladly gave it to her. He was going to try and fuck her so hard that the wall would fall down and mother and daughter could be re-united. And so without missing a beat, he slammed into her pussy hard and fast with deep, long strokes. Over and over again, he proceeded to systematically hit her spot and send her into a delirious level of passion and pleasure. "Fuck me Marcus. Right there...right there." Winnie screamed. Marcus kept fucking her right there. "Yes. Oh god yes...I missed that big black cock." Winnie screamed louder. Marcus gave her a hard slap on her ass and continued to give her more of what she missed. "Oh Marcus...you're going to make me cum. Don't stop. Please don't stop." Winnie screamed even louder. Marcus didn't stop. He loved making Winnie cum. Winnie let out a loud roar as her body tensed up and an intense orgasm escaped her body like a tidal wave. Her body shook violently as her head snapped back and forth and her palms slapped the wall repeatedly. Marcus let his cock plop out as Winnie slowly calmed down and came down from her orgasmic high. On the other side of the wall, Winnie's mom was lost in a sea of confusion. On one hand, she was terrified and motionless. On the other, her pussy was soaking wet from the porno like show she was listening to going on a few inches away from her. Her mind was sickened, but her pussy was excited at the thought of her daughter being fucked senseless by Marcus' beautiful cock while simultaneously jealous that it wasn't her. And somehow in all of that, her left hand found its way towards her dripping wet pussy and she was masturbating to the sound of her daughter cumming. She was snapped back out of her fantasy when her daughter began to speak in panting and breathless tones. "Fuck, you punished my tight little pussy." Winnie said like a good slut. "Now can I suck your dick please?" "Not until the full five minutes." Marcus laughed as he swiftly rammed his cock back inside Winnie's aching pussy sending her whole body flying into the wall. Marcus was still inside her as he glided his body forward and shifted his angle just enough so that he didn't skip a single thrust. "Oh fuck. Oh fuck. It's too much...your dick is too much for me Marcus." Winnie stated the obvious. Only a couple of minutes had passed and Marcus was not going to stop until that stopwatch beeped. He was actually working up a sweat, power fucking Winnie from behind. Winnie clawed and scratched wildly trying to take the beating from Marcus' powerful cock. Nail marks were embedded into the wallpaper. Her loud cries and screams were only matched by the slapping of their bodies together and her palms pounding against the wall. On the other side of the wall, Winnie's mom could hear and figuratively feel every thrust. The wall was literally shaking as she tried to stay still and silent. She wanted to help her daughter. She wanted to be the one on the receiving end of Marcus' hard cock. And she wanted to pretend it was all a dream. But she couldn't do any of those things, so she just stood there huddled in the corner and begged for the five minutes to run out fast. Then she saw her daughters' finger nails reach out and grab the other side of the wall...her side of the wall. It was inches away from touching her and Winnie's mom could feel her daughters' finger tips on her skin. She squeezed herself even tighter into the corner and prayed that her daughter's hand didn't reach out any further. Through the loud cries and screams, Winnie's mom could hear Marcus taunting the both of them as he owned Winnie's pussy. "I wish your mother was here to see her slutty little daughter right now." Winnie yelled louder and louder, an incoherent combination of random words and sounds escaping her mouth. "You're a nasty little slut just like your mother, aren't you Winnie." Marcus barked. "Aren't you?" Winnie didn't respond right away so Marcus slapped her ass hard and demanded she reply back "Yes." "Say it." Marcus bellowed. "Say you're a dirty little Asian slut. Just like your mother." Winnie relented. She would do or say anything Marcus asked. "I'm a dirty little Asian slut just like my mother. My mother is a dirty Asian slut..." she screamed over and over again. The words sent Winnie's mother into a frenzy as she feverishly rubbed her clit. On the other side of the wall, her daughter was being forced to say these words and she knew how true the statement was. It took all her control to not cum and scream out loud as she remained silent, no longer caring about her daughter's pussy being destroyed or the twisted fucked up game that Marcus was playing with mother and daughter. "Tell me what you are. What are you?" Marcus roared. Winnie was so close to cumming a second time and she knew there was no way out of it. The orgasmic storm was forming deep within her core and it was going to explode any second now. "Oh my god...I'm going to cum." "What are you?" Marcus repeated the taunting question. "I'm a dirty little slut. I'm your dirty little slut. Aaaahhhh...aaaahhhh...I'm cumming" Winnie screamed burying her head into the wall. Marcus could feel the pussy juices soak his cock as Winnie came a second time and he finally released his cock from her swollen pussy. The second he did, her pussy began squirting viciously all over the place. Beads of her cum dripped down his body as Marcus nodded in approval. The stopwatch finally "beeped", but nobody could hear it. Winnie's loud pants and gasps for air blocked out the tiny little beeping sounds. It didn't matter because Marcus knew anyway. He grabbed Winnie and pulled her away from the corner of the wall much to the relief of Winnie's mom who took an exaggerated deep breath and let her body relax a bit. "Oh fuck baby, I think that was the hardest you ever fucked me." Winnie panted out. "God I missed your cock. I needed that." "I missed your pussy too. But unfortunately, time's up. You didn't last the full five minutes, so you're going to have to leave." Marcus said coldly. "No, please. I didn't make you cum. Please let me suck your cock and make you cum." Winnie begged and pleaded. Marcus didn't respond as he ushered her out of the kitchen and towards the front door. The rushed nature of the act made Winnie almost stumble and she had to click clack her heels rapidly to keep up. "Marcus, please. Let me know I did good? Give me that cum all over my pretty face. Make me swallow it." Winnie implored. As they reached the front door, Marcus swung Winnie around so they were face to face. He planted a hard, passionate kiss on her mouth. When he released the kiss he soothed her, "Baby, you always do good. I'll cum twice for you next time. But I'm going to need my rest if I'm going to have dinner with you and your mom tomorrow." Winnie nodded even though she desperately wanted to stay. She fixed her dress so that everything was covered and then they exchanged another kiss before she left. Marcus stood by the door waiting for the car engine to go on. He peered out the window to make sure the car lights headed out of his driveway. As soon as they did he turned to find Winnie's mom standing there behind him. "You crazy asshole. How could you do that to me...and to my daughter?" She screamed. Marcus didn't respond as he walked towards her and swiftly threw her on the table near the door. He slid his pussy juice coated cock into Winnie's mom's soaking wet pussy and began jack hammering away with deep, long, hard thrusts. Winnie's mom was so horny and desperate to cum that she didn't resist. She surprised herself by begging for more. She wanted to cum. She needed to cum. The thought of being fucked by a cock still covered in her own daughter's pussy juices didn't revile her. In fact, it excited her. It made her want it more. In no time, she too was cumming all over his cock. Just like her daughter moment before. She was matching squirt for squirt sending her pussy juices flying onto Marcus' body. When she finally stopped squiring, Marcus leaned over and stared directly into Winnie's mom's eyes and said coldly, "What are you?" Winnie's mom knew the answer, but she didn't respond right away. So he asked again, "What are you?" Winnie's mom finally surrendered. She took a deep breath and spoke loudly, "I am a dirty little Asian slut. I am your slut. Just like my daughter." Marcus smiled and nodded in approval. His master plan had come to fruition as he helped her off the table and guided her onto her knees in front of his cock. He then ordered her to open her mouth and prepare for her reward. Her eyes gleamed with excitement at those words and she grabbed hold of his cock and began jerking it back and forth, directing his cock at her open mouth. On command, Marcus unleashed his load of cum onto Winnie's mom face and into her mouth. Rope after rope flew out as he left her under globs of his white hot cum. She swallowed a mouth full and then shoved his cock back in her mouth, making sure she drained him clean of every drop. When it was over, Marcus' mind was already drifting to the next devious game, "So what's for dinner tomorrow?" he said through a wicked laugh. Five Minutes More (Please read part one of this series, "Five Minutes") It had been two days since the wedding. Two long, masturbation filled days for Winnie. No matter what she did, she couldn't rid herself of the unfulfilled satisfaction coursing through her body. She had been fucked...fucked real good. The best ever in her life. But Marcus stopped and left before letting her cum again. Winnie tried to fight the urge, but the problem now was nothing could replace Marcus' amazing cock: Not another cock, not the biggest toy vibrator, nor her fingers. She desperately needed Marcus' cock again. A vibration of another kind woke her out of her daze and it took almost three rings before she picked up the phone. The number was blocked. At first glance, Winnie thought it might be another annoying recruiter trying to sell her on a job opening, but the small possibility that it might be Marcus was worth the risk. So she answered the phone. "Hi Winnie" a voice on the other end of the phone yelled out, "My name is Bart Malone. I'm with Global Spiral Management, we're an executive recruitment firm..." Winnie sighed. "Just another headhunter", she thought as the man on the other end of the phone continued his pre-planned speech. Winnie tried to be polite and took down his information, but she wasn't interested. She was only interested in quenching that burning desire between her thighs as her hand creeped down her thigh and made its way up her skirt. Her pussy was already warm as she played with herself through her tights, when the phone rang again. The anger and frustration boiled through her and she picked up the phone without looking at the number, thinking it was the same recruiter. "I told you, I'm not interested." She screamed. "You sure about that, my dear Winnie" boomed Marcus' familiar voice. Winnie suddenly recognized the voice. She paused for a second before saying the first thing that came to mind. "I'm sorry. Who is this?" Winnie said, trying to play it cool. She slapped her forehead in disgust at the corny line. "If you don't know who this is, then I must have called the wrong number. But if you do know, then meet me outside your building at 12 for lunch." Stubborn as ever, Winnie kept up her cool act. "Can't do lunch today. I have a prior engagement." "I'm sorry. My mistake. Enjoy the rest of your life." Before Winnie could respond, Marcus had already hung up. "Fuck" Winnie thought to herself. She had played it all wrong. Under normal circumstances, she would say forget it, play hard to get and they always come calling back. Never let a guy control you like that. But this was no normal circumstance and her pussy was doing the thinking. She dialed back the number that just called her. After several long beeps, Marcus finally picked up. "I'm sorry. I think you have the wrong number." He said sarcastically. "No, wait. I can reschedule my lunch plans and meet you." "12 o'clock. Outside the entrance of your building. Don't be late." And with that Winnie was hung up on again. She glanced at her watch; she was running late for a meeting. But first, she made a quick phone call. "Mom, sorry. I have to cancel on you today." She said faking her sadness. "I know. I know." She listened to her mom express disappointment. "I'll make it up to you. I promise. Got to run to a meeting. I'll call you later. Bye mom. Love you." A couple of hours later, Winnie found herself standing outside her building. It was a little cold for this late spring afternoon. Dressed in a simple pink tank top and pink cardigan with a tight gray skirt, she wrapped both her arms around herself to stay warm. "Good thing she was wearing leggings today instead of stockings", she thought. But she wished she had put on her jacket or at least changed into her flats, as her 4 ½ inch black patent leather heels were starting to hurt her feet. She glanced at her watch...it read 11:59am. Just as the clock turned to 12:00, she felt a hot breathe blow on her right ear. "You're early. I like that. C'mon, let's go for a walk." was all Marcus said. And before Winnie could turn around to greet him, Marcus had already turned around and headed down the crowded street. She walked slowly at first; admiringly this sexy, smooth man from behind. He was dressed to impress in a custom fitted suit that was perfectly tailored around his muscular physique. As Marcus approached the nearest street corner, she noticed the street light about to turn yellow and raced ahead to catch up. They walked up the next block before turning down public access walkways that cut through the massive skyscrapers leading to the next numbered street. They walked in empty silence. Marcus shushing her on the two times she tried to start up a conversation. So they kept walking. Winnie lost count of how many streets they walked past, before Marcus finally stopped in the middle of an empty fence and brick lined passageway. With a quick movement, Marcus spun and grabbed hold of Winnie by the wrist. He pushed her up against the cold, hard brick and Winnie wondered if he was going to fuck her right then and there. Her wonderment soon turned to hope as Marcus looked her dead in the eye, Winnie returned his look with a lust filled gaze. She was ready and willing to go right now. Marcus took his free hand and traced the outline of her shoulder down to her waist, finally stopping at her tone, flat stomach. He unbuttoned her cardigan slowly and continued to trace along her round 32B cup sized tits, before circling her pointy, perky nipples. "Good, you're not wearing a bra. Never wear a bra." He spoke in a serious, yet calm tone. Then he traced his hands down her stomach again, passing down the top of her skirt and down her thigh before caressing the fabric of her leggings. "Are these leggings?" he asked with raised eyebrows. "Yes, but I can take them off quickly." Winnie responded. "No." Marcus replied coldly as he stepped away and let go of her wrist. "Meet me after work. I'll text you the address." He leaned in very close, his lips a mere inches away from hers. She felt his hot breathe again and yearned to be fucked hard immediately. But instead, he whispered into her ear an unusual demand. "Never wear leggings again." And with that, he was gone. Winnie was too confused to move. She wanted to run after him, but her legs were frozen to the ground. She cursed to herself, "What the fuck? You asshole..." She walked back to work alone, thinking about what just happened. Was this all a game...a game she was losing badly? Would he have fucked her like she desired if she were wearing stockings? And that was what she cancelled lunch with her mother for? She was going to have to hear about that later from mom... The next few hours at work were unpleasant for anyone who came across Winnie. As night time rolled around; Winnie headed out of her office just before dinner time. But instead of heading home she found herself outside a pre-war brick building in the hip part of town. She checked the address on the building and compared it to the address Marcus had texted her. It matched. So she buzzed the button at the door. As she waited, she looked up and noticed that there was a camera pointing down at her. A voice boomed from out of the voice box, "Come in and head up to 3C." followed by a "buzz" as the door unlocked. Winnie opened the door and stepped into the lobby. She headed over to the waiting elevator and in a matter of seconds, found herself on the 3rd floor. She looked around until she saw number "3C" with the door opened ajar. She quietly knocked on the door, opening it enough to peek in. Inside was a massive loft with high ceilings and a wide open space. She spotted Marcus talking to another black gentleman in the center of the room. Marcus waived her over and she cautiously walked in, closing the metal door shut behind her. Glancing around the room as she made her way towards the two men, she noticed racks and racks of clothes lined up around the room. Mostly dresses, skirts and random tops from what she could tell. Then her eyes darted toward shelves against one wall, which contained pair after pair of high heel shoes and thought she was in a shopper's heaven. "You're on time" Marcus spoke as she finally reached their vicinity. "I like that." "Yes, you've mentioned how important punctuality is." Winnie replied, her eyes still looking at the racks of clothes. Marcus flashed his million dollar smile as he introduced his friend, "Winnie, I'd like you to meet my friend Jordy. This is his studio." Winnie shook hands with Jordy and they exchanged pleasantries. Marcus continued to speak, "Jordy does lots of costume/clothing design for TV shows and movies and he was nice enough to let us come for a visit." Winnie was still a bit confused - was she going to put on a fashion show or get fucked - but she nodded her head along anyway. Jordy cut through the confused silence when he said in a highly feminine voice, "Anyway, I left out all petites and size zeroes. Everything should be your size. And a size 6 shoe I believe." Jordy gestured around the room "It was nice to meet you Winnie. But I have to run. Marcus I'll catch you later." And with that, Jordy was gone. The metal door clang shut behind Jordy and the sounds of his keys locking the door behind him echoed through the walls. Finally Winnie had to ask the burning question, "So do you mind telling me what I'm doing here?" "You're here to pick out an appropriate wardrobe." Marcus said matter-of-factly. "I get it. You don't like leggings." Winnie answered emphatically. "I don't. So you will leave your leggings at home in your closet where they belong. While you're at it...leave your panties there too." "Fine, but that doesn't explain why I'm here? I have every kind of lingerie at home. Just tell me what you like and I'll play dress up for you anytime." "You can stay or you can go back home. If you don't like my requirements, well...nobody is forcing you to stay. The door is right back there." He pointed toward the metal door. "The choice is up to you." Winnie pondered the choice for a moment. She was kind of offended at the comment that her attire was not fuckable enough. But she figured, "what the heck". I can get some free clothes and get that cock my body has been craving for. A win - win. "Fine, what would you like me to wear?" "That is up to you. I am merely here to give you my critique. As you can see all around you, there is everything you could ask for here." He opened his arms to showcase the entire selection. "There's a change room in the back." He continued as he pointed in that direction. "All I will say is I've already hinted what my preferences are. You have to figure out the rest." "And how do I know if you like it or not?" "Ah, that's where the fun starts." Marcus smiled mischievously as he took out his familiar stopwatch. "If I like what you wear, I'll show you how much I like it starting with one minute of that which you so desire." "Only one minute? What happened to five?" Winnie asked. "You have to earn your five." Winnie nodded in agreement and started her slow walk to the nearest rack of clothes. Marcus took a seat at a nearby couch and followed her movements. Winnie could tell his eyes were on her, so she glanced over her shoulder and gave him a sexy wink. She kept her eyes on him as she kicked off her heels and reached under her skirt and peeled off her leggings that he hated so much. She held them in the air for him to see and emphatically threw them into the nearest garbage container. Marcus nodded in approval as Winnie picked through the first rack of clothes. He continued to watch intensely as she took several items of clothing and draped them over her arm before moving on to the next rack. A good hour passed before she finished going through every rack and hung up enough clothes for a lifetime in the changing area. She headed over to the rack of lingerie and quickly picked out various colors of garter belts and thigh high stockings before finally ending up at the heavenly shelf of high heels. She looped her fingers around a few pairs that would perfectly complement all her potential outfits and headed off into the changing room. In a matter of minutes, Winnie came out dressed in the same outfit she wore that day. But this time she had on a black garter belt clipped to a pair of black thigh high stockings with the seam down the back. She modeled the outfit for him with her legs opened shoulder length apart and her hands on her waist. "So what do you think of my first outfit?" Marcus stood up and met her near a rack of clothes. "Well let me see?" he asked as he spun her around until her back was against him. He then placed his hand on her back and bent her over towards the nearby silver rack. Winnie let her body move as she reached her hands out and grabbed hold of the cold hard metal. She stuck her ass out into the air inviting him in. Accepting the invitation, Marcus kneeled down behind her and slowly lifted up her gray skirt. Inch by inch he pushed up her skirt until he revealed the sexy tops of the thigh high stockings connected to the garter belt straps. He continued to lift up her skirt to find no panties. "Now you're starting to get the point", he said as he buried his face deep between her asscheeks, licking her already sopping wet, shaved pussy. After several moan inducing minutes, Marcus stood up and removed his belt and let his pants slide down his leg as he handed Winnie the famous stopwatch. With one hand on the watch and another guiding his raging, hard cock into her warm, welcoming pussy; he eased himself into her wetness until he was balls deep. Winnie gasped and moaned with excitement and angst. Finally he was going to finish what he started at the wedding. Holding up Winnie's hand until she was grasping the familiar stopwatch, together they clicked the button to countdown the timer. The seconds began to tick off as Marcus slowly and methodically thrusted in and out of her, giving her just enough to moan out in pleasure, but not enough that she could reach the amazing orgasm that was escaping her. Winnie looked back over her should and bit her lip seductively. She looked him dead in his eyes as her gaze begged and pleaded for him to fuck her faster. But he would not comply. He just kept taking his time. Slowly in. Slowly out. As if he was getting her ready to be fucked... Then the stopwatch beeped and the minute was up. Simultaneously, Marcus popped his beautiful cock out of her pussy. A stream of white goo coated his engorged cock as Winnie stared at the watch, hoping she could will it to be wrong. "That was just a teaser. Just like your outfit." Winnie wanted to scream her lungs out. The teasing was pure torture. "Why won't he just fuck me", she thought. Acting as calm and cool as ever, Marcus removed his pants and walked back to the couch bottomless. Winnie knew that complaining would be futile and in order to get what she wanted; she would have to pull out all the stops with this faux fashion show. She raced into the changing room...an impressive feat considering the heels she was wearing...and flipped through the assorted pieces of attire that she left there. The first thing to catch her eye was a purple wrap dress with a small belt. She swiftly kicked off her heels and peeled off her stockings and garters, then stepped into a pair of 4 inch nude open-toed heels. She changed quickly, tying the small belt around her thin waist, and took a quick look at herself in the full length mirror. In her biased opinion, she looked fabulous. If she went out to a club dressed like that, she would get plenty of double takes. Marcus would have to love this outfit. As she stepped out into the open to see Marcus, who was now completely naked with his cock at half attention, she held her arms out to present herself to him. He looked her over and simply shrugged, "Very nice...what else do you have back there?" "You don't like?" She twirled around, letting the air blow open her dress to reveal her lack of undergarments. "Why don't we put that in the maybe pile? Next..." Winnie whimpered and frowned. A little frustrated and completely confused, she headed back to the dressing room and removed the purple dress and kicked off her heels. She looked around and spotted her next outfit hanging on one of dressing doors. It was a clay blue colored Cowlneck Halter Dress with an open back that tied at the neck. She decided to put on a pair of nude colored thigh high stockings and finished off her outfit with a pair of tan colored embellished ribbon-tie sandals with a 5 ½ inch heel. She didn't bother checking herself this time as she walked out into the open, this time a little unsure of what to expect. Once again, Marcus looked her up and down. He gestured for her to lift up her dress. She did as told and turned around and lifted up the back of her dress to reveal her nude stocking tops. Before she had time to look back, Marcus had crept up behind her with stopwatch in hand. He clicked on the button and Winnie noticed the clock ticking down from one and a half minutes this time. "I must have done something right with this outfit", she thought proudly. Her reward was quickly handed out as he slid his renewed hard cock into her aching wet pussy. This time; Marcus thrusted his cock in and out of her at a slightly faster rate, but it was still too slow for her taste. She wanted it fast and furious. She craved to be fucked into submission...into oblivion...but this, this was just more torture. Yet again, the stopwatch beeped and that euphoric orgasm eluded her once more. As Marcus took his now typical seat back on the couch, Winnie walked the familiar path back to the dressing room wondering aloud: She clearly got something right, but she didn't know what it was. Thinking it through some more, the only commonality was that she wore stockings. So she decided to go with that. With her next choice, she picked out a lavender colored lace tee with a black pencil skirt that stopped just above the knee. To top off the outfit; she replaced the nude stockings with black seamed thigh high stockings and a pair of 4 ¾ inch purple round toe platform pumps. Once again, her outfit was met with a nodding agreement by Marcus. Nothing too ecstatic, but when she saw his trusty stopwatch, she knew that this outfit was a keeper. Marcus walked towards her, picked her up, and then gently placed her on her back on the nearby couch. He spread open her legs and admired her sexy calves and thighs encased in the smooth and soft fabric of the stockings. He pulled the rope attached to the stopwatch, hung it around his neck, and guided his cock back into her pussy. As soon as he was all the way inside her, he clicked on the button once more. She glanced at the time and thought, "this must have been his favorite outfit so far", as he increased the time to two minutes. Unfortunately, despite her pleas, he refused to fuck her down and dirty. Winnie begged and pleaded with him, "Please Marcus...Fuck me...Fuck me like a nasty slut." But Marcus didn't respond. He just kept sliding his thick cock in and out of her, once again giving her just enough to make her moan, but not enough to make her cum. With the watch in full view, she could see the seconds counting down....only 35 seconds left. With only 30 seconds left, Marcus abruptly began to quicken his pace. She screamed with joy and delight and implored him to fuck her harder. He happily obliged as he slapped his balls into her with each hard thrust. She closed her eyes and felt her body tense up. This was what her pussy needed. And then the stopwatch beeped again. Her eyes opened wide and she screamed out, "Noooooo", as Marcus pulled back letting his cock escape her soaking wet pussy. Five Minutes More Winnie cried out in anger and annoyance. "What do you want me to wear? Just tell me. Please...Please stop teasing me." But Marcus was unfazed. He simply replied back, "You're getting warmer. What else do you have back there?" Winnie screamed out loud, releasing all her pent up irritation. She continued to huff as she stomped her high heel shoes all the way back to the dreaded dressing room. She took a moment to calm down and regain her composure. Then it was back to the drawing board. Up next was a white colored one-shoulder dress that barely covered her ass along with a pair of 5 inch sequin slingback platform heels. The stockings didn't quite match, so she opted to go without stockings this time and just show her amazing tone, bare legs. That was a bad choice as he told he yet again, that it was "Nice" before asking what else she had. Winnie followed that outfit up with a ruched blouse that snapped in the front. She complemented her top with a pleated skirt, 4 ½ inch brown colored peep toe pumps and nude stockings. That outfit was good for a two and a half minute fuck spoon style. Next...A black tee halter tank with a leopard print skirt that flowed loosely around her mid-thigh, black stockings and black leather pumps. The skirt was the type that someone could just lift up and have easy access to her sweet spot, which is exactly what Marcus did for a solid three minute fuck with her on all fours. She then changed into a Brown colored Ruffle corset dress with a sexy pair of bow slingback peep-toe pumps. She also wore her nude stockings, but he responded that he didn't like the color "brown" on her. So she went with a more colorful option next as she threw on a printed mini-dress with a strappy platform sandal. Marcus liked the color, but told her that she was missing something yet again. Something that she never thought possible was happening...Winnie was starting to hate trying on clothes. But her pussy still yearned for the cock and she felt that she almost had it figured out. So after that outfit was a pink bra top dress with a pleated waist that tied around her neck. She threw on a pair of seamed white stockings with pink bows on the stocking tops. To complete the outfit, she placed her stocking covered feet in a pair of red floral t-strap sandals. When she showed herself to Marcus, he gladly commented that "that was more like it" as he fucked her this time for an amazing three and a half minute extravaganza in missionary with one leg raised in the air. But just like the last few times, he fucked her slow and steady until the final 30 seconds. But those final 30 seconds were out of this world. Each time, she felt herself building up closer and closer to that elusive mind blowing orgasm, but the damn timer would run out just as she was getting there. By now she was starting to figure things out: He liked thigh high stockings with the garter belt. Something about showing a little more skin to give it that risqué look definitely appealed to him. And he was counting up from one minute, in 30 second intervals. Which meant she had to find three more outfits to earn five minutes worth of fucking. Scavenging through a large heap of random close everywhere, Winnie dug out a black corset bra top dress with laces up the side to give it a lingerie-inspired look. She went back to the black garter and stockings this time, but the dress was so short that it barely covered her stocking tops. She scanned her stack of shoes before she made her decision and stepped into a pair of 5 ¼ inch black, platform stiletto heels. Stepping out into full view, Winnie was met with greater enthusiasm from Marcus. He asked her to twirl around a bit and model off the outfit. As she spun around, the skirt innocently blew up to reveal more and more of her bare thigh and garter belt. Marcus definitely liked what he saw as he grabbed her closely and kissed her passionately on the lips. With the high heels on, Winnie was almost his height, which meant that her pussy was just the right height for his outstretched cock. Marcus reached down underneath her thigh with his right hand and lifted her right leg up to his waist. He shoved his glistening cock inside of her open pussy and started the stopwatch at a full four minutes. Marcus then proceeded to kiss her hard and long as he pumped his cock into her pussy at a feverish pace. Winnie felt uncomfortable standing on one leg, especially with the platform heels on and her leg was about to give out when the beeping started. For once, she was actually looking forward to the clock stopping, but it looked like Marcus really liked that position. When he popped his cock out of her pussy, he groaned loudly. "That's more like it. Now you're starting to figure it out." as he kissed her once again. "Hurry up." he quipped and smacked her on the ass as she hurried away reinvigorated. Wasting little time, Winnie picked up a black mini-skirt nearby. Not bothering to change out of her heels or stockings, her eyes raced around to find the right top. But she couldn't find anything to match it with that she hadn't already worn. At that moment, she spotted a black suit jacket hanging on the door handle. She quickly threw it around her and buttoned it up. The blazer fit perfectly and the outline of her exposed breasts clearly showed that she was wearing nothing underneath. Winnie barely got out of the dressing room area as Marcus was standing there waiting for her, dick in hand. "Yes, that's almost it." He felt her up and looked down at her exposed breasts, "Isn't it invigorating to be so free and open?" But that was just a rhetorical question, as he roughly bent her over and rammed his raging hard cock deep inside her. He clicked on the stopwatch for four and a half minutes, but this time, he didn't wait until the final 30 seconds to pound into her. He gave her what she had been waiting for right from the start. Marcus grabbed her in a full nelson-like hold, arching her back while pushing down on her shoulders. He fucked her hard and fast like she had been begging for. The loud sound of his body slamming against hers was only deafened by the loud screams and moans coming out of Winnie's mouth. "Oh my goodness" She cried out. "Give me that fucking cock." Marcus grunted back, "Oh, you gonna get it alright." as he continued fucking her at an unreal pace with incredible force. "Get it. Yea...get it." he barked. Winnie closed her eyes shut as her body tensed. It was like the wedding all over again. A sensation flushed through her body as she twitched and shook wildly..."Oh my god. I'm going to fucking cuummmm." she yelled before finally bellowing out a scream so loud that glass could break. Marcus refused to let her calm down from her orgasm, and kept fucking her sensitive pussy. Streaks of her pussy juices and cum covered her stocking tops and she could only imagine how much she had cum on him. Still breathing heavily, she cried out, "Please let me make you cum." "No, I'm not done yet." Marcus quickly responded as he continued fucking her, but this time as hard and fast as ever. Winnie held on tightly as she screamed out, "Holy fuuuuuck...shiiiitttttt...." Here it was coming. That second magical orgasm that would send her to unconscious nirvana. She was so close. Marcus grabbed her tighter and pulled her closer to him when he grunted and groaned out loudly. He wasn't going to stop this time. The torture was over. "Yes. Right there." Winnie screamed out loud. "Don't stop. Don't stop." she pleaded. Then her whole world went blank. Her body twisted and contorted as the second orgasm cascaded through her body. She let out a loud roar, as Marcus pulled out the exact moment that she squirted like a geyser. It was volcanic, spraying her cum all over her stockings, her swollen pussy, and his cock. The stopwatch beeped as they both laughed and breathed heavily. "Oh my god. That was amazing!" Winnie panted heavily with her hands hovered over her heart. "Oh my god. My heart is beating so fast." She writhed around uncontrollably. Winnie looked down at Marcus' still rock hard cock drenched in her cum and shook her head in amazement. "I can't believe I squirted all over your cock. It's fucking drenched." Winnie glanced down at her cum soaked outfit and made a comment that she probably can't wear this again. Much to her surprise, Marcus told her "that was almost it" and ordered her "to change again". "I think I'm done." Winnie laughed out loud. Marcus smirked, "No, you're not. Now go change into that one amazing outfit. And I will make that last orgasm feel look like the after effects of a cheap vibrator." Sitting in the dressing room, Winnie took her time and thought through what just happened. He had fucked her silly and she had no idea what to expect from five full minutes. She replayed her checklist: Stockings, garters, and heels were a must. He really liked the dress that was so short it didn't cover her stocking tops. He also liked the blazer with no top or bra underneath. That was when the realization finally hit her. She jumped up on to her feet and looked at her outfit. Off went the suit jacket and skirt. She also had to take off the black garter and stockings as they were sticky and soaked with cum. So she changed into a pink lace garter belt, hooked the suspenders to the pair of white stockings with pink bows, threw on a pair of hot pink platform heels and was about to head out, when she stopped short. Something was off. He liked the appearance of nakedness, but not being completely naked. She looked at the full length mirror and saw a pink trench coat hanging nearby. Winnie hastily threw the coat around her and buckled the belt to keep the jacket closed. She took a deep breath and walked out into the open one last time. Marcus immediately began nodding his head up and down in definitive approval. Winnie smiled and slowly unbuckled her belt to reveal her final outfit. Marcus continued to nod emphatically. He even started clapping his hands as he stood up. "That's it." "That's what I'm talking about." A sense of relief raced through Winnie. Marcus asked her mischievously, "Are you ready for the full five minutes?" Winnie gulped hard and nodded her head, "Yes." Marcus stood in front of her, wrapped his strong arms around her waist and picked her up in the air. This caught her by surprise as her legs flailed in the air before she wrapped them around his waist and grabbed hold around his neck. The inability of her feet being able to touch the ground made her feel a pang of fear. With her lifted up in his powerful arms, Marcus directed his cock into her, and she was his for the taking. Gravity would force her down on to his waiting cock and she was helpless. Marcus adjusted his body until he found his balance and then bounced her up and down in his arms just a bit, and she began to moan loudly feeling him deeper inside than ever before. But that was just a warmup as he then positioned his body like a bodybuilder about to do some bicep curls, and placed his arms underneath each thigh and lifted her high up in the air. Only the tip of his cock was inside her. He then slammed her down on his cock, letting gravity do the work. He continued this exercise, each time lifting her higher and making her fall down harder on his cock until the rhythm became one fluid repetitive motion. Winnie screamed her lungs out and couldn't believe how great this felt. She wondered why she hadn't fucked this way before. She held on as tight as she could, as her legs tensed and straightened out almost perpendicular to the rest of her body, then flailed and spasmed as she screamed louder and louder. "Oh my god. Please don't stop fucking me..." she panted before repeating "Oh shit" over and over again. Her back arched and her head bobbed so roughly back and forth that Marcus thought she might snap her neck. Then with extreme force she threw her body against his and hid her face in between the space between his neck and shoulders. Her nails dug into his skin as she screamed out in ecstasy and bliss. The third orgasm was more unbelievable that she thought it would be. Her whole body shuddered and tensed, every muscle tightened around his body, as her eyelids flickered and incoherent, stutter like sounds escaped her open mouth. She didn't dare move, as her whole body was so sensitive, the slightest movement would cause her immense body pain. Still on her orgasmic high, Marcus placed Winnie down on a pile of clothes that she had just worn for him. She panted heavily and immediately fell into an orgasm induced sleep. Finally, the five minutes had arrived... Five Minutes With Ray Friday Afternoon - 4:00 p.m. Ray has been one of my lovers for several months now. He is a 28-year old married guy, is 5'8" tall, with blond curly hair, blue eyes, and a very nice, neat, blond goatee. He always wears cottony- soft shirts, with light colored Docker slacks. Ray enjoys it when I dress really sexy for him, wearing short mini-skirts, thigh-high stockings, and a sexy top, with no panties -- because he relishes eating me out and fucking me with my clothes on – he just hikes up my skirt, exposing my pussy for him. I get off on that so much also -- I love to wear sexy clothes and lingerie, and often find that having sex with my lingerie on can be sexier than fucking naked, simply because I love the feel of soft, laciness touching and rubbing against my boobs and skin. Ray is certainly one very hot, horny, and sexy guy, as well as being just very, very cute. He has a shy streak to his personality, which causes him to be quite nervous each time he comes here. He is just a bit insecure when he is near me, making me feel that he is in awe of me, and I find those qualities of his so appealing and flattering. Now let me tell you this about Ray also -- because I think it will make a lot of men out there feel a bit better about themselves: Ray's cock is kind of on the small side, in comparison to what most people would consider average. I would venture a guess, that hard as a rock, he measures maybe 5.0" to 6.0". But let me also tell you -- he surely knows how to work it like an expert! Now, because Ray's rod IS so small, I can fit it, in full, just perfectly in my mouth, especially when it comes to deep-throating him. Knowing this from our past encounters probably keeps Ray pretty well assured that he is going to receive a totally thorough, fantastic and fabulous blow job from me every time. By manipulating his manhood in my mouth so well, I have the ability to touch his every sensuous spot at the same time, moving my tongue around it in all sorts of delicious, delightful ways, causing Ray to shoot his huge, hot load of creamy cum in only a matter of a few moments. And I am not exactly certain why this is, but when a guy cums quickly, I get so fucking turned on myself, that my precious pussy drips and drools its own large, lovely load of love syrup! Another advantage with Ray's tool being less-than-large is that when we are fucking, a similar feeling of roominess occurs, allowing him to move it around more freely. Hence, we are allowed the luxury of fucking longer, harder, and more intensely, since I do not ever seem to suffer a sore snatch during or after my encounters with him. Ray's excitement for visiting me is obvious from the moment he arrives. He has asked me each time to wait at my front door, watching for him to pull into my driveway. So, with my own bit of anxious anticipation, I wait and watch for him, my heart seemingly skipping a beat, as he parks and alights from his car, heading briskly toward my apartment. I always get an extra electric-like charge, because I can see his hard little package bulging beautifully through his slacks. Ray arrived after his work on Friday at exactly 5:45 p.m. He is always properly prompt. He also informs me ahead of time just how long he is going to be able to stay -- so that I can have everything prepared for him ahead of time, in order to get him home to wifey with no repercussions. I greeted his huge smile with my own, and pulled him by his arm right into my living room, shutting the door hard behind him. I actually gave him a little bit of a shove, as I backed him up against it. Parting his lips with my tongue, I pressed my mouth against his, planting a huge kiss on him, combined with lots of loving hugs. It was overtly obvious to me that Ray was really into that kiss, because I was caressing his cock thru his Dockers and I could feel him growing harder and longer with each passing second. "Well, baby, what do you have in mind for us today, were you planning on fucking me?" I grinned sheepishly at him as I posed the question. "Oh, my god, absolutely!" He chuckled. And he gently pushed me backwards, right through the doorway into my bedroom. I laid down on my back on my bed, scooting my rear end across the whole length of it. As I began to touch my twat with my fingers, I took a long sigh, and whispered to Ray, "O, baby, my snatch is soaking wet already!" "Show me baby," he softly commanded. Never a need to coax me much, I instantly hiked up my skirt and continued playing with my now-pulsing pussy. Ray wasted no time in removing his pants. I smiled up at him, but his eyes were feasting on my sweet snatch, and I could see he was drooling slightly from the sight of it. As he dropped his drawers to the floor, I noticed his penis had perked up considerably from the time when I had last touched his package. What a perfect cock, I thought to myself, and I was not going to hold myself back from him for anything! I nearly bounced on the bed as I perched my body onto my knees and relaxed slightly into an almost-squat. I took his rock hard rod into both of my hands, and placing just its head between my lips I began to gently suck him off. He was moaning deeply in his throat, and I could tell if I kept it up even a minute longer, he was going to let his load go too soon for what I had in mind! So I eased up on my sucking, until I had ceased it all together – I wanted him to save his sperm syrup for squirting into my snatch! "Leslie, babe, I am getting real close to exploding this load." "Don't worry, Ray, I just read your mind. I know you only have a few minutes, honey, so I really want you to fuck me now." I laid back down onto my bed and spread my legs wide wide open, high up into the air. As he moved his hips right between my thighs, I could feel his cock start to slowly slip between the lips of my juicy cunt, sliding further fairly quickly now, into my ever-so-tight-yet-slippery-slidy love hole. I was quite surprised when suddenly, Ray withdrew his cum pole from my cunt, and stood up from the bed. "Wait one second, babe, I just want you to see this." He was smiling broadly, with a sort of satisfied look to his face. As I sat up slightly, he stuck his prick practically right into my face. Squeezing on the head of it, Ray expelled a few precious drops of crystal clear precum! "Oh my god, what a wicked little treat," I slyly stated. I stuck out my tongue like a lizard would, licking his cock head with great gusto, tapping the tip of my tongue onto him, taking off each and every drop of his precious pre-cum. Lying down on my back again, I spread my legs open wide. Ray placed his body between my thighs, and as he positioned himself for entering me, I slung my legs over his shoulders, resting my bent knees on them, and pushing my heels into his back. This time around, Ray could not hold back his cum load any longer. He fucked me furiously fast and strong for maybe 90 seconds. Suddenly, it dawned on me how Ray loves to hear me talk dirty to him about his wife during sex. So just as he was cumming, I spoke softly to him, "Ray baby, what's your wimpy wifey doing now? Does she know you're fucking your slut, while she's home making meatloaf?" He let out a huge, loud groan, and grinned at me, just as he spurted his secretion right into my slimy, pulsating snatch! I felt it go all hot and sticky inside of me, gushing and smushing all around in my cunt with his cock, which was gradually getting softer and softer until it just about collapsed completely flaccid in my canal. We laid there laughing for a moment, and he softly pecked my lips with his. "Oh, babe, I am so sorry, but you know I gotta get home now." I could tell how reluctant Ray was to leave me already. "Now you just stop apologizing, honey, 'cause you know I love to have you here with me even if it is only for five minutes!!!" I reassured him. He looked at his watch in amazement. "Holy shit, I HAVE only been here five minutes, haven't I?" "Yep," I said, "you have, and I just loved every single second of it, baby. Now go home and have a wonderful weekend! I'll see you again next week one day for another hot lunch!" -- The End