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My First Time With R...

By: Mistress Evil



He responds to an e-mail that I sent out to all the Project Managers with "bite me." 

I write back, "with pleasure." 

He says something to the effect of "don't get me all excited." 

I reply, "You wouldn't let me anyway." 

He says "I'm going to be here for a while if you want to come over and talk." 

I say, "Talk, I thought you wanted me to bite you." 

He says "come on over – but I think you're chicken." 

I don't respond. 

He writes back "Are you coming? Did I spell that right? Buck, buck, buck."

I show up about fifteen minutes later. He's talking to his common law wife Holly on the phone. Apparently she had her van broken into while at the gym today. She is older than him by a few years, but not unattractive for a woman in her early forties. They have a six-year-old daughter named Emily together. Holly has two other children, boys in their late teens from a previous relationship. When the two of them first tried to have kids, they found that they couldn't, and resorted to in vitro fertilization. We chat about Emily for a little while. I can tell that she is his world. 

He moves from sitting at his desk to sitting on his desk, much closer to me. We continue to talk about insignificant things. He catches my eye several times and holds my gaze just long enough to let me know that he's not just interested in making small talk with me. I can't meet his stare so I look away nervously. He has the most intense green eyes that just make me melt. I never would have imagined that this could be happening. I had no idea he was interested in me at all. He is gorgeous, and I never would have expected to stand a chance with him.

He calls me a chicken again, as he swings his leg so that it bangs against mine. He mumbles something about the awkward silence in the room. 

I say, "you've done this before – it shouldn't be awkward." 

He responds with "I've told you way to much information." 

"How has it started in the past?" I ask. 

"Touching, I guess," he responds. 

We talk for a minute about his past affairs. He indicates that his last one ended a few months ago. He tells me that he's had two within the last several years, each of which has been long term. Prior to that he'd had a few one-night stands. 

He asks me if I can handle an affair. I say yes, as long as it doesn't get carried away. He's wondering if I've ever had one. 

I respond, "Yes – with Jim, I thought you knew that." 

He says, "You actually slept with him?" 

I respond affirmatively, and briefly explain how things got carried away with him. I ask if he thinks I'm an awful person. He says no. I explain that I love my husband and have no intention of leaving – and that Jim didn't understand that. He agrees that family is the most important thing. He tells me that he's not sure if he loves Holly, but he doesn't want to break up his family. He tells me that he still has sex with her occasionally, but he has a really hard time cuming with her. 

"It takes an hour and then she gives me five seconds of warning before she cums. I could time it right if I had a little bit of warning, but she just lays there and doesn't give me any indication that she's enjoying it until she cums, and then she want s to go to sleep. Half the pleasure for a guy is knowing that he's pleasing his partner – at least for me it is." 

I ask if they've ever tried anything to help the situation. 

He says "like toys or counseling?"

I say either, and he replies in the negative. 

He gives me that look again, as if to ask if I'm sure I want to do this. I mention that I'm pregnant, and ask if he really wants to do this. He tells me that it turns him on. I look away nervously, and explain that I'm really self-conscious about my weight to begin with, but being pregnant it's even worse. He shakes his head. Again the uncomfortable silence. 

"How 'bout a kiss?" He asks, and then looks down at his desk sheepishly. 

"This is like high school" he says embarrassed. 

I take his outstretched hand and stand up. I am the same height as he is now that I'm standing, but as soon as he stands, he towers above me. He stops to remove his retainer, and I make a comment about what a turkey he is. 

He looks into my eyes, putting his arms around me and pulling me close. He leans in and begins to kiss me ever so gently. I expected him to be much more aggressive. He has a very dominant personality, just like me. Probably the reason we butted heads so much when we first met. He continues to kiss me as I unbutton his shirt and begin to suck on his nipple, biting just a little. 

He says, "Hey – you're biting." 

"Isn't that what you wanted me to do?" I ask sarcastically. 

He begins to untuck my shirt in the back. He gently caresses my breast with the other hand. He stops kissing me and moans quietly as he feels my breast through my shirt. He reaches up the back of my shirt and undoes my bra. He untucks my shirt in the front and pulls up my bra. His face resembles a kid in a candy store as he moans again and caresses my breasts with both hands. 

He turns us around and sits in his chair. I kneel on the floor in front of him, as he begins to kiss my breast. I kiss his neck and begin to undo his belt. He reaches for my pants and I shake my head no. He looks at me questioningly. I reach into his jeans to find him hard as a rock. I begin to suck on him. He rubs my back and runs his hands through my hair. I stop for a minute to see what his reaction is. He tells me that it feels great. I continue, putting his hand on my head so he can push it up and down. He moans quietly that he's going to come. I suck harder as my mouth fills. I swallow and gently release him. 

I look up at him. He looks stunned, like he's trying to get his bearings. He pulls me up and kisses me. He holds me close and tickles my back ever so gently. He begins to rub me through my pants as he kisses my neck. He wants to do something for me, and asks if he can eat me. I shake my head no. He doesn't understand. Next time, I say questioningly, although I'm not sure if there will be a next time. He smiles and says yes. He feels bad that he can't do anything for me. I get up and explain that I would feel really cheap if I slept with him right now. I don't want to do that. He nods understandingly. 

He walks around behind me as I sit back down. He massages my shoulders and looks at my neck, apologizing for leaving marks on it. I stand and undo my pants to tuck my shirt back in. His eyes get wide as he catches a glimpse of my underwear. He comments on the fact that they're Victoria's Secret. 

I think that we're both a little surprised with the events that just took place. He starts to shut the lights off and I grab my books. As we exit I say something about having a nice weekend, and he tells me to drive safely. As I drive home in silence, I am unsure if anything will become of the two of us.

My First Time With Rachel



I noticed her my first day in design class, the art design class, an unusual course selection for an engineering major. I could not help looking at her because she looked so very young. She must be, I thought at first, a local high school student, who was smart enough to take a college course. Then I began to see her in many places on campus, so I figured she was some female genius who had graduated from high school at age fifteen and had been admitted to college early. 

I saw her seated alone at lunch in the dining hall one day and sat down across from her. The young beauty glanced up and smiled at me. She had a head of hair that was unbelievable, long, wavy, and honey-colored. 

"Are you and art major?" I asked. What an inane question! 

"Yes," she answered. "I want to be a painter some day." 

"I trying to be an engineer," I explained. "I had one year of college and then went into the army. I just got out this June. Now I'm back again, trying real hard to become a student again." 

"You do look a little older than the rest of us," she remarked. "It must have been quite an experience, the army." 

"That is was. You look really young." I broached the subject that had been hanging in my brain for days. "You must be one of these high school geniuses that graduate early while the rest of us are stuck for a another year or two." 

"No," she said, forcing a smile, "I'm older than you think. I'll be eighteen on Wednesday. I did start college last year when I was seventeen, but that's nothing unusual." We talked more as we ate our food. "I belong to the film society and there is a movie tomorrow night," she announced eventually. "Do you want to go to see it?" I was not used to a girl inviting me for a date and was surprised by her offer after just a lunch together, but I had a surprise for her. 

I grinned and said, "I joined that too. I'll be glad to see it with you." As we talked further, I discovered her name was Rachel, and she learned that mine was Jimmy. Rachel was interested in my army experiences and my yearlong tour of duty in the Philippines. We met for supper too and became so engrossed in our conversation that we had to rush to the theater in the Arts Building. 

We watched the movie closely to the final credits and then sat together in the theater discussing it while everyone else wandered out. I walked Rachel back to her dorm room. We arranged to meet at breakfast the next morning. At lunch we were also together, and then again at supper, but it was Wednesday, so I had a little birthday present for her. It was a little tool box that art students carry their equipment in. I had seen that hers was broken, battered, and taped together. 

"This is so nice," she said. "I always wanted to buy a new one, but I never got around to it." For a few dollars I had made her very happy. I was happy too. She leaned over and kissed me. We were not only together only at meals after that, but also studied in the library together. Each night I walked her back to her dorm, and each night the kissing got better and longer. 

That Friday night we attended a concert together, and, when I walked her back to her dorm room, we stopped to hug and kiss so many times it took a long time to reach her dorm. Rachel seemed desperate for my attention and my affection, and I wanted to be with her too. 

"Do you want to come upstairs and meet my room mates?" Rachel asked. I knew that she lived in a dorm suite with five other girls. Each pair had a small bedroom and they shared a common sitting room. I had heard some anecdotes about them during out long talks. 

"OK," I said, "I'd like to meet them and see your suite." 

We went upstairs, but only two of the girls were there. They looked at me in a strange way. Rachel introduced me. "This is Jimmy. He was in the army and now he is studying engineering." The two roommates, Jill and Heather, were polite but cool toward me as if I had committed some minor crime. What was the problem? 

Trying to be extra friendly, I bought some sodas for everyone from a machine in the hall and we sat talking and taking it easy. The two roommates kept eying me, but finally got up and retired into separate bedrooms. 

I turned to Rachel. "What was up with those two girls, Rach?" I whispered. "They seemed a little hostile toward me." 

"I'll explain later," she replied. 

We sat there quietly for a while. I moved closer to her and we kissed some more. My arm was around her, and she snuggled close to me. "Your hair is really something," I said. She sighed and wiggled against me. "Do you want to stay with me tonight, Jimmy? My roommate is gone; she goes home most weekends. We have my bedroom entirely for ourselves." 

Wow! What luck! Thankfully I had a condom in my pocket, not really expecting to need it, but just being ready. "I'd love to stay with you tonight, Rachel. Are you sure?" Her face seemed almost grim now when I looked at her. What was going on here? 

"Yes, Jimmy, I'm sure, but," she added, "promise you will stay with me the whole night if you stay. Do you promise that?" 

"I thought that was what you meant, that I should stay the whole night," I answered. She stared at me. "Yes, I'll stay until morning. Really, I promise." I began to wonder if some dreadful thing was going to happen to me, but I wanted to be with her so much, that I didn't care. 

"Fine," she replied. She jumped up, pulled on my arms to get me to my feet, and dragged me into her bedroom. She closed the door and turned the lock. This was becoming very interesting. 

Rachel turned on her radio, reached into her pocket, and handed me her college ID card. "What's my birth date, and how old am I?" she asked. 

"You're eighteen," I answered, not looking at her ID. Remember, it was just your birthday on..."

"No, Jimmy, look at my ID card." 

I studied the card, read her birth date from it and did a simple calculation and told her she was eighteen. As I did this brief task, I saw that Rachel was already undressing. I watched as she removed each garment, hands shaking. In two minutes she totally bare. I had thought Rachel was fifteen when I first noticed her just weeks ago. Now I would have sworn she was only thirteen or maybe twelve, if I had not just confirmed her birthday on her ID. Her breasts were just soft swellings, crowned by conical areolas with perky, little nipples. Her mound had only a thin tuft of hair. Rachel's hips showed the feminine flare mainly because her waist was so slim. Her entire shape was that of a young, slender, almost pre-pubescent girl. 

"You're beautiful," I whispered, meaning it sincerely even though I was amazed by her physical immaturity, "You are so beautiful, Rachel." 

Her lips began to quiver and tears rolled down her cheeks. Suddenly in two big steps Rachel was in my arms, her body shuddering and little sobs coming from her lips. I held her to me. "Re-remember, you s-said... you would st-stay... you promised... pl-please don't leave m-me... a-alone," she whimpered. 

"I'm not going anywhere," I whispered soothingly. I leaned down and pulled her face to mine and kissed her. I began to unbutton my shirt, but she pushed my hands away and deftly had it off me in seconds as if trying to insure I would remain with her. Then she moved her little hands to my pants. Rachel was under control again. She talked softly to me as she removed my clothing. 

"Last semester I was going out with a guy for a long time, and I finally got up enough courage to ask him to stay with me," Rachel told me as she worked my pants down. "He looked at me after he got my bra off and walked out, saying 'get yourself a high school boyfriend, little girl.' He was not in my room ten minutes, and he walked out past my roommates. I was so ashamed of my body, so humiliated." 

"Is that why your room mates were giving me the evil eye?" 

"Yes, they were afraid that you would ditch me too." 

"And you made me promise to stay, so I wouldn't leave you like that jerk did last year?" She was pulling my socks off. "Rachel, you know I didn't expect you to invite me to stay with you so soon. We have known each other for about a week." 

"I wanted to get it over with; I wanted to see if you would dump me like that other boyfriend." She pulled the blanket down on her bed and lay down on the far side. "I'm scared now, Jimmy. I kind of expected that you would run out too. Now I don't know what to do with you." 

"Are you afraid to do anything with me," I asked. Her face had lost its grim demeanor, and now looked frightened. 

"Uh... I'm still a virgin... and... I... uh..." 

"We don't need to do anything, if you don't want to, sweetie," I said. "We can just be with each other. Would you like that?" 

"You're not angry? We could just be together and sleep?" Rachel asked. She seemed to relax a little, but her eyes fell on my cock, which was partly swollen in anticipation of pleasure. "Don't you... don't you want to do it, Jimmy?" 

I lay down next to her and held her gently in my arms. "Yes, I want to do it, but only if you do also. Come on! Relax! We can just talk for a while and then sleep, and it will be morning soon. Then we can go to breakfast together." 

She moved closer and put her arm across my chest. I could feel her heart throbbing, and she let out a little sigh. "This is nice," she said and kissed my bare chest. She confessed how she never had a date in high school because the boys only were interested in the girls with big boobs and round asses. We talked softly together about our past experiences... 

It was morning. I recalled that we had talked ourselves to sleep. I felt her move. Rachel was snuggled up against me with her pretty face resting against my chest, her long hair spread out over our bare bodies. I had an arm down her back, my hand resting on her butt, and she had one arm draped over my chest. My dick was swollen with a huge morning hardon, and Rachel was waking up. 

"Good morning, sweetie," I whispered as she lifted her head and blinked her eyes open. Besides the hard dick I had a real need to pee. I got out of bed, keeping my dick out of her sight, and went to the suite bathroom with a blanket around me. 

When I returned, she had pulled a robe on. "I have to go too, don't leave, OK?" she said. Her face looked worried again. 

"I'll be right here, Rachel, really" I promised. When she closed the door, I got back into her bed; it was only 6 am, too early to get up. Rachel was back in two minutes and looked relieved when she saw me in her bed. She took the robe off and sat next to me, brushing tangles from her hair. I shifted closer to her. 

"Your hair is amazing," I said. "I love it." 

"Too bad the rest of me isn't so amazing," she answered. 

"I think that all of you is amazing." My hand caressed her back and shoulders. After a few more strokes she put the brush down on her desk and lay down on her stomach, head propped up on her elbows. I ran my hand over her hair and she pressed her face against my palm. I saw her eyes move briefly to my semi-hard cock. 

"Do you want me to do something for you, Jimmy?" she asked. 

"What do you mean, sweetie," 

"I've heard other girls talk about giving their boyfriends something that they called a hand job. Would you like me to do that?" 

"Yes, if you want to do that, it would make me feel good. You have really excited me because you are so sexy. Do you want me to feel you up too?" 

Rachel smiled. "Am I really sexy?" I nodded my head vigorously. Then she asked, "What to you mean by feeling me up? I have heard girls say that, but I don't know what it actually means." 

"Kind of putting my hands all over you, especially in some very personal areas, trying to make you feel good too," I replied. 

"All right, but be gentle with me. How do I do a hand job? Tell me." 

"Just put your hand around my cock and stroke it up and down, but take it easy." I moved so that I was propped up on the pillows and pulled her closer, so I could reach her better. She took my cock in her little hand and began to slide her soft fingers up and down, making me harder and harder. My hand stroked her legs and stomach, moving closer and closer to her pussy. 

"Is this right?" she asked and then gasped as my fingers touched her pussy lips. She jumped and started to squeeze her thighs together, but then moved them farther apart. I slid a finger in her crevice, slipping it up and down her slit, feeling her become wetter. 

"You are doing a good job," I said. "Does this feel good?" She was stroking my cock so gently that it would be a while before I came. 

"Yes, that feels nice," Rachel replied. Her face began to flush and I could see her skin becoming moist. Was it from her pumping me, or was I making her hot already? I probed deeper into her hidden folds. Rachel sighed softly and inched her hips forward toward my probing hand. 

We kept our hands busy and leaned toward each other to kiss a few times. Her eyes closed and she was breathing raggedly through her mouth. I heard little throaty sounds. My fingers pushed against her clitoral hood and rubbed her, then moved down to her vaginal opening. I put a finger up into her. Rachel moaned, and her own hand slowed and then finally stopped as she was caught up in her own needs. 

I fingered her wet cunt some more, and she suddenly grabbed my arm with both hands and cried out softly, pushing my hand against herself. I could feel her body still shuddering when I sat up and hugged her to me. I held her and kissed her; Rachel began to respond to me, kissing me, gradually recovering from her climax. 

"Oh, Jimmy," Rachel whispered. "I was supposed to give you a hand job, and you made me forget all about you." She jumped out of bed and took some lotion from her bureau, squeezing some out into her hands. Rachel climbed back onto the bed, straddled me, and began pumping my hard dick with both her slippery, wet hands. I began to feel the familiar tingling in my groin. 

I looked at her pretty face, concentrating on her erotic task, and gasped out, "Rachel watch out! don't squirt my semen onto your nice hair!" She swept her hair back with her upper arms and stroked me faster. "Ohhhh... Nooooo..." I moaned as she pumped my sperm out onto my bare body, some drops flying into the air before raining down on my bare stomach. What a great sensation! 

"Ah, yes," Rachel muttered. I looked at her through half closed eyes, and her face seemed to be triumphant in her sexy achievement, jerking me off. She saw me looking at her. "Did that feel good, my sweet baby?" she asked. 

"Oh yes, sweetie, that was really good." 

"Well, you deserved it for torturing me." We grinned at each other. She began to play with the cum and rubbed it into my skin along with the lotion still on her hands. "I was thinking," she said, "that those other two don't get up for breakfast. Do you want to take a shower together?" 

"That would be heaven," I replied, "but what if they need to use the bathroom." 

"They just need to wait for us. I've had to wait while their boy friends have showered here with them many times. Now it's their turn," Rachel declared. I realized she was coming into her own now, wanting to experience whatever she had seen other girls doing. Somehow we managed to get through our shower without too much fooling around, but with a lot of giggling, and were first on line for breakfast. 

We spent the day studying in the library, but took a few walks to enjoy the weather and fresh air. I had a big dynamics test on Monday, so I couldn't afford to just fool around with my cute girlfriend. That evening we studied in her suite, but had to move into her bedroom when the two roommates returned with boy friends and began talking loudly in the common room. They actually smiled at me. 

"Are you staying with me again?" Rachel asked. We were winding down our work: books were closing and notes were being organized. It was late. 

"I was hoping to stay. Do you want me?" I replied. 

"Yes, I want you here again, Jimmy; last night together was really so nice and this morning was so much fun. I want it to go on and on." 

"So do I, sweetie; I don't want to be apart from you either." 

When I returned from the bathroom, after letting her go first, Rachel was already naked under the sheet. I locked the door and took off my clothes. She lifted the sheet and I slid in next to her. Rachel put her arms around me and we began to kiss and fondle each other. I could feel my excitement build. Her little body was starting to tremble under my hands. 

"What do you want to do tonight, sweetie?" 

"I want... I want you to show me more things. What else can we do together?" She hesitated a moment. "Actually, I would like to do it, but I'm afraid also; it's strange, wanting to and not wanting to at the same time." She kissed me on the lips and hugged me, pressing her face into my neck. 

"We can do other things," I answered. "When you're ready, we can do whatever you want." My hands were feeling her little titties. 

"Mmmmm, that feels nice," Rachel whispered. I lowered my mouth and began to kiss and lick her breasts. "Ooooo, that feels good, yes, more," she moaned. My mouth sucked her breasts. "Don't stop, ohhhhh," she whispered. I slid my hand between her legs and felt the wetness of her pussy. "Oh god," she moaned. When she spread her legs wider, I began to kiss my way down her body. I probed into her belly button with my tongue briefly before working downward to the little tuft of dark hair above her honey pot. The hair was soft and silky. 

My face was between her legs, and my tongue and fingers were busy between her labia. Rachel's hips were slowly undulating against my head and little gasps and sighs emerged from her throat. One of my hands roamed over her bare chest and stomach, sometimes rubbing across her nipples. She had her legs draped over my back and dug her heels in now and then as though spurring my onward. 

"Put it in me, Jimmy," Rachel murmured. "Put your dick inside me; I want to feel you inside me." 

"Are your sure, sweetie?" 

"Yes, sweet baby, I want you to do it. Please." 

I knew I had to be careful, not only of her virginity, but also of possibly impregnating her. I got up and slid my cock head up and down her cleft. Rachel urged me to continue, so I pushed gently against the opening of her dripping pussy. 

"Yes, baby, go ahead; put it into me," she urged. I pushed harder, but made no progress. She was tight, but also she seemed not to feel any pain. I pushed harder and I felt myself slip partly inside her. 

"OH! GOD!" she gasped. "That feels... SO GOOD! Push deeper, all the way inside me," she moaned. I pushed again and felt myself slip in deeper. Rachel moaned some more and pulled on my hips with both hands, her fingers digging into my skin. She still seemed to show no discomfort. I pushed again; now my full length was inside her little body. Her legs hooked mine and attempted to pull me even deeper. "Do it! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me!" she cried out. Thank goodness the radio was on! 

"We need to be careful, sweetie," I whispered. "This is how babies are made." I looked around to find out how close my pants were. They were just out of reach. I pistoned in and out of her a few more times until she loosened up. Then pulled out and slipped away from her grasping legs and arms. 

"No, no, put it back in, Jimmy," she demanded hoarsely. The foil packet was in my hand; I was ripping it open. "Please, baby, put it back into me, please," she begged, watching me tear open the packet. I had the rubber rolled down my slippery cock in a few seconds and was pushing against her pussy. Rachel entwined her legs around mine and helped me slide into her. "Oh, yes, oh yes!" she muttered. I resumed my stroking, and soon we were moaning in unison. "Aaaahhhhgh... Aahhggghhhh!" she groaned and pulled me against her hot, moist body. I pumped in and out of her as she writhed in her passion beneath me. 




My First Time With Rachel



I moaned with both relief and pleasure as I felt my semen begin to spurt out. After I softened, I pulled out, dragging the spent condom with me. Rachel clutched me in a death grip, her face buried in my chest. I massaged her softly and kissed the top of her head. Her arms relaxed gradually, and we lay together, spent and weary. 

"I didn't want to do it, but suddenly, I wanted to do it so much," Rachel said softly. "I don't understand what came over me, and I don't know why it didn't hurt." She shook her head slowly and tapped her finger on my chest. "Doesn't the first time hurt?" she asked. 

"I thought it was supposed to hurt too," I said. We kissed gently for many minutes. "Are you sure it's ok that we did it tonight?" I knew it was really too late for her to say no, but I asked anyway. She was suddenly very chatty again. 

"Yes, I guess I really wanted to do it, and I told you to do it. You were doing only what I asked, what I must have really wanted, what I needed so much. Besides it didn't hurt, so that must have meant that I was ready to do it..." She was quiet for a moment and then smiled. "Do you have another of those little rubber thingees?" she asked, grinning at me. 



My First Time With Ruth



I dropped down under the shade of the tree next to Bill and Joe. "Has she been out yet?"

"Ya don't see any laundry hangin' up do ya'?" Joe observed.

"Good, I had to finish fixing the fence out back, I thought she might be done by now."

Working on a cattle ranch in Montana in my youth did not offer many possibilities for sexual entertainment. We couldn't log in on the Internet and surf for porn sites, we had no soft core porn on the movie channels, and the nearest titty bar was some thousand miles from here. 

So our biggest source of erotic entertainment was to watch the owner's wife, Ruth, hang up her laundry. Now this might not sound like something worth hurrying back from a job for, but then you never had the pleasure of watching Ruth hang up laundry on a hot summer day. 

Every boy on the ranch, who knew what his dick was for, took his noon break under the oak tree near the clothesline. Now, as I look back on this with the knowledge I have today, I know she knew what she was doing to us.

She would come out of the house wearing a pair of white shorts. Shorts so tight that you knew if you ever got close enough to touch them, they'd explode and kill you with cotton shrapnel. If you didn't die from the shrapnel, the sight of that bare bottom would stop your heart. Just imagining what her bare ass would look like would dampen your pants.

She floated up and down the clothesline on legs that Betty Grable would have killed for. Smooth, tanned and firm as only a Montana farm girl could have. 

She wore thin white cotton shirts, bleached so white, you had to squint to look for the bra showing through. The bra held up her tits for the world to see like an altar raising up an offering to the gods.

The boys raced through their morning work to be sure to have a seat for the noon show. 

She would open the backdoor and walk down the steps, with the laundry basket balanced on her hip. It rocked in rhythm to her walk as she descended the steps to the yard. She would turn a bit and walk away from us to the far end of the clothesline. I think she could hear us all moan as we watched her ass cheeks bounce in a motion that pumped blood into our cocks with each little roll.

One day I had to piss something awful, so I set over to the outhouse. I stepped inside and shut the door. It never got too dark in that little wooden shack because of the cracks in the seams of the old planks. After I pissed, I looked out through a crack and saw she was only about thirty feet away. When she would bend down to pick up a shirt, her blouse would fall open and I could see part of a tit and her bra. My cock got so hard at the sight of this I was worried about puncturing one of those old planks. 

I backed up a bit from the wall and unbuttoned my pants. My cock was long and hard as my hand wrapped around it. I slowly stroked it as she hung up a shirt, and when she bent down to get another, I picked up the pace, jacking my cock, while I got a straight look at her underwear and part of her tit. Soon my hand was getting my close, and it only took three more shirts, a dress, and a pair of her panties, before I was painting the inside of that outhouse. 

She always dried her panties and bras nearest to where the boys sat watching her. I'm sure the Boss wouldn't have liked it, but he never paid attention to how she did the laundry.

If a stripper could generate half the sexual energy Ruth could hanging up clothes, she'd be booked solid. The fellas never figured out why I always had to piss when the show got going, but at least I never went back to work with a boner.

Now, I was dating her sixteen-year old daughter, Beth. We'd go out to the movies or I would be around to take her to school-so Ruth knew I existed. I was always polite and treated their daughter well and was pretty sure I would marry her some day. Beth was beautiful. She was a five-inch shorter version of her mother. But each time I came to the house to pick her up I would gaze on Ruth and my cock would swell for her.

I called their house one day to see if I could pick up Beth to go to the movies, Ruth said, sure come on over, Beth would be ready.

I pulled up to the house and parked where her husband's pickup usually was. I figured I would be there no more than a couple of minutes, and the spot was closest to the house.

So I went up to the house and knocked on the door.

Ruth opened it, "Come on in, John"

"Evn'n, Mrs. Ruth. I came to get Beth for the movies."

"Oh, John, Beth and her father went to that Agriculture Seminar over in the next county. They won't be back until tomorrow."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I thought you said she would be here."

"I know, and I'm sorry John. Her father thought she should go with him to learn about the ranch, and I forgot to call you." She smiled at me in a way I had never seen, warmer, softer.

"Well, that's okay, I'll just be going back to town."

"No, John. You're not driving fifteen miles back into town without at least coming in for a cold drink. Now you go sit in the living room and I'll bring us some." She pointed me to the living room and turned to go to the kitchen. I watched her ass transport her through the door and went in and sit on the couch.

She came in carrying two glasses of Coke and set them on the coffee table. She sat down close to me-very close-too close. 

"There now what shall we talk about?" Talk, I had to talk? When she sat down next to me her smell met my nose, every ounce of blood in my body went to my dick. I must have looked very pale to her. She had the most amazing odor, a light airy scent that floated over her, and a deeper, musky odor; I couldn't, at that time, identify.

When I make no reply to her offer of conversation she leans over and kisses me. No woman had ever kissed me before. I had kissed girls. I was good at kissing girls and they liked to kiss me. Kissing Mrs. Ruth was like being sent into the game for DiMaggio, you knew the crowd wouldn't like you, and it was certain you would strike out. This woman was the reason the backyard outhouse had one wall painted white. Somewhere in the middle of the kiss, I realized her hand was sitting on my thigh, just inches from my cock. I was dead. I knew the Boss was going to come through that door in any second. He would look around and see us, and calmly walk over to the gun rack, and find the biggest gun there and put a bullet through my head.

At the same time as the kiss drew out her hand crept closer to my cock, I came to the conclusion that I didn't care. When the bullet entered my skull I would be safe in the knowledge that I had just died the happiest man who had ever lived.

Her hand moved on my thigh and I was ready to fire a week's worth of cum into my pants if she touched my cock. Her hand passed over the top of the aching bulge, and she took hold of my left wrist. She pulls my arm up until my hand touches her breast. She presses it into her firm flesh. My mind doesn't register that there is no underwear masking my touch. I just feel her nipple burn its tip into my palm.

She broke the kiss and whispered into my ear a question. "Would you like me to teach you how to make love to Beth when you are married?"

She didn't wait for a reply, certainly knowing that I was past speaking. She placed her lips back on mine and resumed kissing me. Her hands traced their way across my chest, feeling the muscles built up working for the Boss, now being felt by the Boss's wife. Death once again crossed my mind, when she pulled my other hand to her free breast. She pulled me into a tight embrace and my hands went behind her, while her tits flattened against my chest. Her tongue was alive in my mouth. She drew my tongue in to her mouth and sucked it fiercely, almost painfully. 

She reached down, opened my pants and pulled my cock free. "John, you have a wonderful cock, Beth is going to be a very happy wife when you fuck her with this big cock, and I am going to be a very happy mother when you fuck me with it."

She moved to the floor in front of me and I felt her tongue slide up my cock from my balls to the head. She swiped her tongue over the head sweeping in one of the steady drips of cum flowing out of my aching cock.

I couldn't believe the Boss's wife and my future mother is on the floor, between my legs-Oh, God-sucking my cock. She plunged down taking most of my long cock in one push. She moved her hand deep into my pants testing the load of cum resting in my balls. She looked up at me and smiled around my cock at the look of wonder and amazement in my eyes. 

"Let's get these pants off you." I lifted up my ass and soon I was naked below the waist. She tugged on my shirt to leave me, the Boss' soon-to-be son-in-low, completely naked on the Boss' couch, with the Boss' wife sucking my cock. Was it possible to be deader than I was at that time? 

She pulled me to my feet, my cock waving before me like some divining rod looking for water. "Take my clothes off." I have trouble with the buttons on her blouse. She was stroking my cock while I try to manipulate these microscopic buttons holding her breasts hidden from me. She smiles at my difficulty, but she still doesn't stop pumping me up.

Her blouse finally opened and her tits were free. The tits I felt through the material were now free for my hands to touch and gently squeeze. I never thought to be rough, even as excited as I was, I knew she was a lady, and had to be treated gently.

She moved my hands from her tits to her shorts and popped the button for me. My fingers slipped inside and I slowly lowered them. I don't see any of the panties I watched her dry so many times on her clothesline. Tonight she had left them in the drawer as when I lowered her shorts a few inches the hair above her pussy came into view. It was matted with moisture and the underlying odor I noticed earlier swells in power. I realized that before I was smelling her pussy. She was aroused and the odor inflamed me. She stepped out of her shorts and looked down at me naked on the floor. 

Ruth took my head and brought it to her stomach. "Kiss me here." I kissed the soft curve of her lower belly. She pushed me down an inch and said, "Kiss me here." She moved my head down again. "Kiss me here." I was kissing her twisted little hairs that decorated her pussy. Down again she sent me another inch. Her odor was intoxicating. The hair was denser when she said, "Kiss me here." Lower I went and I felt wetness on my lips. "Kiss me here." Then I was over her pussy. It was wet and my lips tasted her flavor for the first time. "Stick out your tongue." I softly licked her, her taste finer than I could imagine. She pushed me down a little more. "Inside. Put your tongue inside." I penetrated her and felt the heat of her cunt. She pressed my head into her and I felt her hips swaying as she fucked my tongue. 

She pulled me from her and said, "Let's go to my room, and I will teach you how to fuck."

So as I followed Hera up the slopes of Mount Olympus, I just prayed that Zeus really was in the next county.

She pulled the coverlet off the bed and folded it down. I stood awkwardly watching, not knowing where to put my hands. Was it all right to stroke my cock while she did this? Would she be offended? I wasn't sure, and didn't want to take the chance, so I stood quietly until she turned to me, took my hand, and led me to the mountaintop. 

"Let's just lie here quietly and kiss-touch me softly. Touch my sides, my legs, my arms, my breasts, my pussy, touch me everywhere while we kiss. You must learn to properly arouse a woman and make it so she is on fire to have your cock in her. Beth will learn to appreciate this when you fuck her like you're going to fuck me."

I lay on the bed with her, and we began to softly kiss. I followed her directions touching, in order, all the places she told me to. She touched me also, except she knew how close I was to cumming. I didn't know how close Ruth was until I reached her pussy, and accidentally slid my hand over her clit. 

"Oh, John, yes!" She stiffened and held me tightly. She quivered a few seconds then relaxed.

"I was so close from your licking me in the living room. You made me cum, John. I came from the touch of your fingers on my pussy. Remember the touch, John, Beth will want that same touch on her cunt."

She kissed me and pulled me over her. She lifted her knees beside me and I fell into her valley. I was looking into her eyes, our noses almost touching. Ruth smiled at me and I felt her reach between us. She took my cock in her hand and she pulled me up another inch or two. The head of my cock came into contact with her pussy. I know that I will never forget the felling when she pulled me inside. I still was sure there was a bullet heading right now for the back of my head.

All my senses were in full record as she fit me into place. She reached down to by ass with her hands and lifted her legs so her feet are also on my ass. Then with her hands and feet she slowly drew me inside.

"Oh, John. You're so big. It feels so good." She sighed into my ear and I descended into paradise. "All the way, John. Don't start to pull out until you're down all the way." Pull out? I may stay here the rest of my life. Nothing had prepared me for the heat and wetness of her pussy. I get to the bottom and I feel an enormous pressure on my cock. She quivered again and gripped me tightly. Her eyes were closed. I was not sure what to do, so I did nothing. Doing nothing and waiting for her had always been the right course so far. 

She opened her eyes slowly and looked into mine. She softly says, "You have no idea how much I've wanted you." She holds me tight and quivers again. "Okay, John, pull out your cock almost all the way and slide it back in again, slowly."

I followed her instructions and felt her pussy reluctantly give up my cock. With the head at her entrance, I repeated the downward motion. Slowly as she instructed, "Oh, yes, John, push your cock into my hot pussy." She felt my cock jerk at the words she said in my ear. "You like it when I talk dirty to you, don't you." 

I didn't know how to respond to such a statement. So I went with the safe answer of yes. "Then fuck me, John, fuck your big dick into my hot little cunt. Fuck me like you're going to fuck Beth's little virgin pussy someday." The outstroke this time was faster; I didn't pause at the top, but went right to the bottom. No pause, and headed for the top again. Her hips were swinging to meet me in the middle. 

My motion accelerated, stopping was unthinkable. My brain was watching and recording, but the actions were removed from its control. I slammed my hips forward and she arched to meet me. "Fuck me, make me cum, fuck my hot cunt. Fuck it." A steady stream of encouragements flew from her mouth. My cock rolled on faster and faster, until my balls ached with a joy I had never known. Their pain increased until they convulsed and I felt my cum running from the end of my cock in a gushing river, flowing into her straining, grasping cunt. She had me enveloped in her arms fiercely. She was screaming in my ear and I was grunting like a wild animal in full charge. I poured my soul into her pussy and collapsed on her. She pulled me down, my weight crushing her, but she was past caring. I finally realized I was crushing her. I rolled over on my side gasping for breath.

Her breath was still rapid, "I have never, never, been fucked like that. Where did you learn to do that?"

I shook my head. I was still panting, "My, first, time."

She rolled back, sighed, and said, "It's a long time until morning." She sat up leaned over and sucked my limp cock into her mouth. 



My First Time With Sandy



My first time with Sandy, who was 32 and newly married at the time, was because she and her husband owned a cell phone company that was going under. They had worked hard to bring in money, but they had also spent hard. New house, SUV, car, cabin in the mountains and suddenly their debt was towering over their cabin. 

Sandy did the books for the business. When the recession hit she started borrowing to finance all their luxuries, but they soon exhausted every available source of cash. Sandy came to me, not for more cash, but to help them look at bankruptcy. They were in danger of losing their home to foreclosure and Sandy was distraught at the thought of losing her home.

Gail led her into the office and offered her coffee. She sat and sipped it while I looked at the papers she had brought with her. As I scanned the papers I also glanced up periodically to appraise her case as well. Her face fit her curly blonde hair perfectly. She had C sized tits that, I noticed, bounced nicely as she walked into the room and sat down. Her thin blouse amplified the slightest move of her full, firm breasts. She was a full-figured woman. I could see her being an underwear model for Lane Bryant, standing in a white lace corset, garter belt, white stockings, and g-string panties. Her breasts would bulge over the cups of her corset creating a distracting amount of cleavage. Suddenly my dick is getting hard looking at her. I look back down at the papers.

I started discussing her case, working through the papers she brought with here. As we talked about her problems, I was thinking about her in a black chemise with black thong panties, the chemise thin so her nipples are displayed both in their state of arousal and their visibility through the thin lace. She is posed in profile. Her tits holding out the material of the chemise, which is short enough to display a full ass cheek. Fuck, I sure can’t stand up now. I reach down under the desk and squeeze my cock, down boy.

As I reviewed their financial records I noticed she got up and started looking at the my pictures and awards on the wall: the plaques for community service and law degrees, and pictures with well known state and national political figures. She stood up and moved close to the wall examining them. She’s now wearing a light-blue satin baby doll nightie that barely covers her ass cheeks, no bra, and tiny panties, nothing more than string and a small triangle covering her shaved pussy. As she walked along the wall I focused on her lightly veiled ass. Think about what pleasure it could provide. My cock had grown so hard it was painful; it needed release. I stroked it a bit, because I couldn’t not do it.

“John, are you married.”

“Yes, my wife and I have been married over thirty years.”

“You seem such a young man for being married for so long.”

“Thank you. You are also quite beautiful.”

“Oh, I could lose a few pounds.”

“Sandy, some woman think they are fat, and they are, and some women think they are fat, and what they truly are is very sensual and erotic. You are most definitely in the sensual category.”

She beamed at me and went back to looking at the pictures. She was sensual as she was now wearing one of my shirts and nothing else. I knew as I looked at her freshly fucked glow, that my cum was in her pussy, and at any second I would see a small stream run down her leg. Shit, I’ve got to stop looking at these lingerie catalogs. I reach down and stroke my cock a couple of times just to relieve some stress. Much more of this and I’m going to have wet pants.

She noticed some people at the bank which held all her debt. Sandy walked over to my desk. My shirt was not buttoned and I could see the inner slopes of her tits and her pussy with it small crown of hair. I was sure she arched her back to show off her breasts to me. My cock was close to unloading in my pants.

“John, is there any way you could use your connections to the people at the bank to help us.”

“I really can’t. Our relationship with them is completely confidential. Our firm could suffer serious damage if I abused this relationship.”

She slowly came behind my desk. I saw she had dropped the shirt to the floor. I blinked and suddenly she was dressed in her suit. My dick was throbbing in my pants. She turned my chair around so I faced her as she leaned over me. 

In a voice that promised much she softly said, “John, I will do anything not to lose my house and cars. I need you to help me. Save my house and cars and I will repay you with my love and body. I will offer you my body. I will suck you dry, you can fuck my ass, you can fuck these big tits of mine, you just can’t fuck my pussy. I can not get pregnant.”

“Well, Sandy, that’s quite the offer. Now you will have to sign a paper that states that you absolve me of any legal liability for our affair and that you are entering this consensually and without remorse.”

“I’ll sign anything; I’ll do anything, just help me.”

“Have a seat and I’ll get things going.”

She sat back down. I’m steadily leaking into my pants. She sat in the chair next to the table where my secretary and I fuck several times a week, while I went into my bathroom and called the local Hilton Hotel.

When I walked in Sandy appeared as if I had interrupted her deep in thought.

“Meet me tonight at the Hilton Hotel, room 189, at 7 p.m. I’ll bring the agreement and you can sign it then.”

I was standing next to her my erection was still in full force. She looked at the long bar stretching my pants. Her hand came up and touched the bulge. She stood up and said, “I’ll be there.” I watched her ass bobble as she left the office.

I quickly sat down at my desk and waited until I was sure she had left our offices. I pushed the intercom button on my phone. “Gail, could you come in here.”

“Sure, John, I’ll be right there.”

She walked in and I motioned her to lock the door. She gave me a surprised look, then a look of understanding. She stood by the door and pulled up her dress and lowered her panties to the floor. She moved over to our table, bent over it raising her dress, spreading her legs and exposing her pussy to me. I could see her hand start to rub her clit. Her pussy opened and I could see the moisture begin to form. I stood up and moved behind her and unzipped my pants. I quickly lodged my cock into her cunt and started to fuck her hard.

“John, did little blonde turn you on? Did you get hard from her braless tits? Isn’t she a little on the fat side for you? I bet you couldn’t get you cock in her ass through those fat cheeks of hers. She looks so innocent. You don’t like innocent girls do you? You like women like me who know what they want. I know when you need to fuck my pussy because your cock got hard over some blonde piece of fluff. Fuck me, John, shoot your hot cum into my pussy, because if you shoot your cum into that fat blonde bitch’s cunt, I’ll cut your dick off. You know that don’t you, John?”

“Oh, yes, Gail, I know it.” I filled her cunt with a huge load of cum. I felt her pussy spasm around mine as she followed me with her orgasm. I pulled out my wet cock and stuffed it back in to my pants. She stood and leaned down to put on her panties. She smiled at me and returned to her office.

*****

So I’m sitting in room 189 at the Hilton Hotel at 6:45 p.m. with a drink waiting for Sandy. Beth thinks I am at a late meeting of city officials. I am not sure Sandy will show up. She might have second thoughts about the agreement she is coming to sign. 

At 6:50 she knocks on the door and I let her in. She is dressed in a loose fitting blouse and a knee-length skirt and again no bra. She smells of soft soap and lavender perfume. 

Setting her purse on the table she quickly comes to me and wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. Her tongue enters my mouth seeking mine. Her hand goes to my crotch and begins encouraging my cock. I hold her close enjoying the plush feel of her body and the rounded softness of her ass.

Her hand is working my cock. Then she drops to her knees and begins unbuttoning my pants. She pulls out my dick, “You’re huge,“ she says. Her month covers the head and she is off to rapidly sucking the head while stroking the shaft with her hand. She gives a great blowjob. I am in no hurry to be anywhere so I ride along content for her to suck my cock. 

“Sandy, I’m going to cum soon.” I thought I would give her the swallow option, even through she had said at my office she would swallow my cum. She sucked it all out of me and swallowed every drop and licked the head when she was done.

She smiled at me. “I love the taste of cum. I suck my husband’s cock all the time.”

“Let’s get undressed and then when you get hard again we can fuck.” She unzipped her skirt and displayed a black garter belt hooked to black stockings, and no panties. She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the chair. She was naked. Her tits stood out proudly with little droop and her ass was wide and lush. 

We got on the bed and made out, touching, and petting. She loved a couple of fingers in her cunt and my thumb thumping on her clit. She pulls my cock until I’m hard again and I turn her on her hands and knees and pull her ass up in the air. 

“John, remember you can’t fuck my cunt. I can’t get pregnant, there’s some lube in my bag.” I open her bag and find the K-Y. I climb on the bed and squirt a nice dose right in the middle of her little asshole. I poke my finger into her ass and push some lube in. 

“Oh, fuck, that feels good. Put your finger in my ass and fuck me with it.”

“Does your husband fuck your ass often?”

“A couple of times a week, I love getting my ass fucked.” 

“Good, I love nothing better than a good ass fuck.”

“You’ll get a great ass fuck from me. That’s enough, get your cock ready and put it in me.” She reaches back and pulls open her cheeks and gives me a good target. 

I finish lubing my dick and put the head in the middle of her anus. She and I push together and I pop past her tight ring. She opens immediately; she’s had cocks up her ass regularly from the ease I sink into her bowels. 

“John, this feels so good. You’ve got a great cock, and it fills my ass wonderfully.” I can feel her ass quiver around my cock.

“You’re tight, Sandy. My cock loves your little ass.”

“You mean your cock loves my big ass. John, when you fuck me hold me by my hips and push in hard. I love my ass fucked hard.” She moves her hands from her cheeks and moves her right hand to her clit. Her left hand moves up and pulls on her nipple.

I fuck my cock in her tight little shitter as she moans about how good it feels. Her ass squeezed my cock tightly as I fucked her. I love a broad ass. She started cumming.

“Oh, fuck my ass, I’m going to cum!’” I increase the speed of my fucking. She is polishing her clit and nipple as she cums. She screams and shoves two fingers into her cunt. I can feel them on my cock as I fuck her ass. The tightness of her cumming ass and the finger tips on my cock drive me over the edge. I pull her hips tightly, and ram my dick into her and explode sending my hot cum into her bowels. Sandy cinches her muscles and milks by dick until I drop that last drop of cum into her. I collapse on top of her and roll off to the side.

“Sandy, that was a great fuck.”

“Wasn’t it. John.”

“You really know how to fuck.”

“Thanks. I hope you can help us.”

“I’ll certainly do my best if I’m rewarded like this. Let’s go take a shower and see what else we can do.”

We wash each other and warm up again. Sandy kneels in under the water spray and sucks me after washes me. She gets me hard and pulls me out of the shower and back to bed we go. I lay back on the bed and she takes me into her mouth. I find her hips and pull her over the top of me and I extend my tongue push it into her as far as it will go. Sandy rocks her hips against my mouth and strokes my cock and bathes the head with her tongue. 

I pull her hard clit between my lips and tap it with my tongue. Sandy moans around my cock and I feel her body convulse as she comes. Her orgasm begins as the first steamer of cum splatters onto her tongue. She closes her mouth around my cock and swallows every drop. We fall apart again. 

“John, I hoped I was offering my body to someone who was a good lay. This would have been a bad experience if you were a lousy lay. It least I can concentrate on the power of the sex and enjoy your cock.”

We lay on the bed getting to know each other while we recover. She has my cock in her hand and softly jacks my cock. 

“Sandy, where does your husband think you are right now?”

“He thinks I’m out with a girlfriend. She has used me as an excuse when she has met up with a lover she has. She was glad to return the favor. What about you?”

“My wife thinks I’m at a meeting with city officials.”

“Do you have enough time for another round? Your cock’s ready.”

“Sure, I have plenty of time.”

Sandy picks up the lube and squirts a glob in her hand. She spreads it over my cock until it gleams. She squeezes more from the tube into her hand and reaches around to push the oil into her ass. I think, there’s something exceptional about a woman who gets herself ready to ass fuck without your assistance.

She swings her leg over me facing me and sets my cock into her anus. It spreads her open and she lowers herself until her cheeks rest on my legs. She leans down and kisses me as she starts to slowly rock her ass on my cock. I reach up for her full tits and move one to my mouth.

“Suck my tits. Bite my nipples. Oh, fuck, yes. Nip them.” She picks up the pace of her ass on my cock and I pinch her nipples with my fingers. She’s moaning loudly and panting as she rises and falls on my cock. “Fuck, I’m cumming again. Fuck it.” I’m not quite ready yet, two cums gives me a certain stamina. She cums choking my cock with her tight ass. Sandy keeps fucking and screaming. “Fuck my ass, I’m cumming again.” She goes over again and she is losing control.

“John, cum in my ass. I want to feel it shoot in my ass. Fuck me.” I am now ready. Her blizzard of dirty talk is pulling out my cum. I shoot in her ass and push her up with the force of my strokes. She cums again and then collapses on my chest. My cum running out of her ass.

“Fuck, John, I’ve never been fucked like this. Where’s that fucking paper I’m supposed to sign.”

*****

The next time I am with Sandy is a month later when it is time to sign papers for her to keep her house and cars. She comes to my office at lunch time. I sent Gail and another secretary out to a nice lunch on me so I would be alone with Sandy. 

Sandy arrives on time and is wearing a business suit over her lush body. Her smiling face is framed by her curly blonde hair. I pull out a bulky file folder and she works her way through the documents signing paper after paper. 

When we are finished she is quite happy. “John, I can’t thank you enough for all you have done for us, or perhaps I can.” He pulls down my zipper and extracts my cock. She leans down and sucks the head into her month. She licks me and massages the shaft with her soft fingers. 

“John, I didn’t come her just to sign some papers and blow you in gratitude.” She turns and lies on the table where Gail and I fuck and pulls up her dress. She’s naked below the waist. “John, I stopped in the ladies room, before I came in here and my ass is very lubricated right now. Just step up behind me and slide your cock in my ass. It’s missed you over this past month. It’s addicted to your big dick. My husband just doesn’t stretch it like you do.”

I stood looking at the broad ass of hers. She has no tan lines as she doesn’t tan. Her ass is white and she reaches around to show me her shinny anus. She’s come ready to pay me for my efforts. I move up behind her and nudge my cock into her ass. I pop in and she gushes, “John, I’ve missed this cock so bad. I hope I can come back for more legal advice. I would hate to think this is my final time with your big dick in my ass.”

“I want to fuck your cunt someday.”

“John, you just can’t there’s too big a chance on getting pregnant.”

“I’ll wear a condom.”

“John, I’m on the pill and I still afraid. You’re just going to have to be happy fucking my ass. It’s all I’m going to give you.”

I pump her ass harder and she moans. Her ass is so tight that I am not that unhappy. Sandy is getting close to her orgasm; I have to tell her to be quiet when her moans are getting out of hand. She would be shocked to know that on the very spot she is standing now I fucked my secretary Gail two hours ago. Gail had come in just after the office opened and locked the door. She had brought her dildo with her. This always means she wants me to fuck her ass while she fucks herself with the dildo. So Sandy comes on the same spot as Gail. 

I smile to myself as to how lucky I am that I get to ass fuck two beautiful women on the same spot two hours apart.

This idea brings on my orgasm as I unload all my cum into Sandy’s bowels. She’s bucking from the force of her cum and I see my cum start to leak out from her ass to my carpet. I must get this cleaned up as Gail cleaned up her mess from earlier and would know it wasn’t her cum on the carpet.

Sandy stands up and goes from ass slut to attractive business woman in seconds. She gives me a kiss and leaves with her papers.

I got to fuck Sandy’s ass one more time in my office. Then she began to want it regularly, and I had to say no. I have enough in the long haul in keeping Ruth, Beth, and Gail satisfied.



My First Time with Tammy



*** I will begin with a little about myself dear reader. I am now a happily married man with all the responsibilities that entails. However once upon a time I was young and fancy free as they say in the classics. So although I love my wife dearly I do enjoy reminiscing the golden days of yore. All the tales you find me submitting here are true and recalled as accurately as possible. I will never insult you by dressing a story with liberties. Rather you will ingest the raw details of these long since transpired events. If an encounter was forlorn I shall choose not to recount it. If there are rough edges to the tales I do regale you with, then c'est la vie. My submissions here are an attempt to keep myself on the monogamous path rather than risking my greater achievements in life with brief liaisons as so many of my friends have done. Living vicariously in my own past. Dr Phil would have a field day with me...***

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I was sitting in a beer garden enjoying the sun. The warm breeze condensing on my frosty glass. My friend Paul and I had ducked into the pub near our high school. Other students in our final year ate counter meals around us, fortifying themselves with a refreshing brew before continuing our tedious educations.

"I am telling you mate, I have slept with her a few times now. She is easy! Absolutely loves it. I just asked her if she wanted a go and she said she'd love too. Next thing I know I am in the back seat of her car! Best five minutes of my life!". Paul laughed at his self-depreciating joke. I couldn't believe my friend Tammy was so easy. I had been friends with this crazy little bombshell since we ere kids. She lived a few houses away but was a year above me in school until she repeated a year. Now that we were all grown up she had curves and breasts that only real women have. Although the skinny model types thought they had it going on, the curvy full figured Tammy could give you a hard on just walking past. "After school we'll go round there. I'm telling you I will get some bedroom time!". Paul was a confident bloke, what could I say? 

That I would love to see that was my only comment. The double entendre hung there while we sipped our beverages. The school day concluded a few hours later and as I left the building scanning for Paul I noticed he was by Tammy's car. I strolled over, greeting them both.

"Paul is coming over before he goes to work. Do you want to come too?" Tammy asked so innocently.

"I'd love to come..." Paul smirked at me before climbing into the passenger seat. As we drove Paul rubbed Tammy's leg, sliding her skirt up higher. I had a good view from the back seat and felt a stirring as she flirted with him. Occasionally she glanced around at me, smiling in what I considered a flirtatious manner. I'd never seen this side of her, but I like it. I was a teenage boy after all, and the beers at lunch had only served to increase my appetites. 

I sat back just watching the two lovebirds flirt away. Tammy pulled up in her driveway, informing us that her parents didn't get home for another two hours. Paul grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the front door, saying that they should get started because it was barely enough time for what he had in mind. Tammy just shook her head, giggling, "You wish! You are just lucky I like it hard and fast!". I loved the sound of that. I followed them silently into the house. Neither seemed to notice the lack of conversation from me. It didn't bother them though. I watched Paul grab her arse as she entered the doorway. I wanted to do that so bad. We all walked into the kitchen, which was the centre of the house. Tammy's room was directly off this, so that when I sat at the breakfast bar I could see her double bed. All I could think about was being in it with her. Paul sat on a stool next to me as Tammy made us some cold drinks. When she came and placed them down for us Paul grabbed her and went in for a kiss. At first she protested a little but when he didn't mind me being there she kissed him back more passionately. The kiss dragged on, they became more heated. Paul began to kneed her arse. I had a ringside seat and nothing to distract me with just the three of us there. My cock throbbed with the sheer erotic spectacle of this passionate embrace.

When Paul began to squeeze her breasts Tammy broke away. Her face was flushed and breathing ragged. Paul was in a similar condition. He breathily suggseted moving to the bed and then dragged her there. I still sat with my back to the counter watching them. My heart raced wondering how far they would take this with me there. Surely Paul just wanted to prove he had slept with her and would bring the proceedings to a halt shortly. Only fifteen feet in front of me my friends climbed into bed together, pulling the covers over them. Paul was on top of her and began kissing her with gusto. I realized her hands were nowhere to be seen. Paul's were holding her head, cradling her so that he could continue his heated assault of her mouth. 

Tammy's knees were up either side of Paul's hips. My cock felt like it would explode at the erotic view in front of me. Even with the cover over them it was an incredible experience to watch two people embraced like that. I could hear clothes shuffling around, and Paul's hips lifted up a little bit. When they came back down Tammy moaned a little. Paul just kept kissing her. His hips began to move up and down. Was he really fucking her I wondered? Maybe she was just giving him a hand job. But why would she moan? My mind raced. I knew they had to be coupled under that blanket, I just couldn't believe it. 

Faster and faster his thrusting progressed. Tammy's legs wrapped around his arse. She pulled the blanket up more to conceal their activities. Paul propped himself up on his hands which were placed beside her head. My heart raced and my head spun watching this. Shortly he paused, leant down to kiss her again, and let out a gasping little moan. For some reason the atmosphere was quite calm. I didn't feel the need to run away, or even conceal the fact that I had watched their entire tryst. Rather Paul fumbled around under the blankets, obviously dignifying himself and then slid out from under the covers. 

A lop-sided grin adorned his flushed face. "I have to get to work... um, see you later." he managed to say before fairly dashing out the door to walk the block and a half to his house.

I turned back to Tammy who hadn't moved from under the covers. "That was intense. Enjoy yourself?" I asked her.

"I sure did. Did you?" She giggled. "It's my birthday today you know. I'm nineteen, almost a non-teenager. I'm getting old, I had to celebrate somehow." She tidied her hair a little as she said this. She was a breathtaking sight lying there like that. Although I couldn't see a thing, I had to have her so badly.

I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge next to her. "So what was that about? I mean where did that come from? Just to get so into that so fast... That was amazing. I didn't know what was happening at first and then I caught on that you were going all the way, but guessing what was going on under there..." I started to blurt, which hurt the relaxed mood a little. Tammy calmed it down with the sexiest rebuttal I have ever heard. 

"Would you like to know? Kiss me and do not stop, don't say a thing." I leant in for a kiss, a kiss that grew into the sexiest, most sensuous kiss I'd ever had. Tammy pulled the covers back and I slid in, hovering over her, not daring to break the kiss. She pulled the blanket over us. Although it was summer, the air conditioning in the house was keeping it a little too cold. I could feel her skirt was still in place. She pushed my hips up a little, which I happily obliged, then her fingers dexterously undid the fly on my shorts and extricated my extremely turgid cock. I probably had the biggest, most rigid erection of my life right then. Tammy had small cool hands that could not have felt more angelic on my penis. 

Our kiss continued unabated as she gripped me tightly and pulled me toward her. I wanted in so badly my soul ached. If the meaning of life is procreation my life meant that right then. I could feel her other hand pulling her underwear to the side as I slid into her amazingly hot sloppy pussy. As I slid in she exhaled into our kiss, gasping for breath. Her legs wrapped around me as they had to Paul and she pulled me into her with them. I realized then that she had not let go of my cock with her hand, rather forming a ring around it and pulling it into her pussy as if she was masturbating with a dildo.

I squeezed her lovely ample tits as I continued to fuck her, exponentially increasing the blood flow to my already over inflated member. Never did I fear coming to early, rather I started to worry after ten or so minutes that I would be unable to come. My erection was by now so hard and full that it felt as if it would be impossible to shoot come through it, as if the tube was now blocked. Tammy may have been psychic because she pushed my torso up off her very subtly breaking our kiss and grabbed my cock with two hands. I could look down for the first time and loved the sight of my glistening cock sliding in and out of her red petite pussy lips. When she reached further under my cock and started to pull my balls toward her also. I lost control.

Tammy squeezed my testicles gently enhancing the longest most intense orgasm I had ever experienced. Just as I thought I could stop coming I realized this hot little bombshell was fucking herself with my ejaculating cock and it felt like I started all over again. Finally I slowed down, opening my eyes to look down at Tammy.

"Oh, my god! That was the most intense thing I have ever seen! I can't believe how much you just came!" Tammy laughed.

All I could do was snort really, as I was barely able to resume breathing.

I stayed still for a minute to recover, and then remembering Paul's behaviour I just slid back to fix myself. Tammy slid her legs back together immediately, looking for all the world like a sated cheeky cat.

"That was lovely. Don't tell anyone about that ok?" I promised and then walked to the door, turning to smile at her.

"You let yourself out, I'm going to go have a shower. See you tomorrow." I could only grin wider to acknowledge her comments, euphoria overpowering my feeble brain.



My First Time with Ted



Feeling Ted's hot cock inside me proved to be a real learning curve, The way he stripped and unzipped me with that certain eagerness, his breathing changing rapidly as he eventually found my genitiles, my ass and everything, his warm fluid kisses which did everything enduring me to want his fuck so much.

Holding my breath and gritting my teeth the first time his stiff cock started to enter my virgin ass I felt the immediate pain as he worked himself into me, the stretching feeling as he urged me to wiggle my ass this way and that to help the passage, he making me yelp when he clutched my thighs as a lever to fuck me.

It hurt at first, Ted did say it would, but he was a great guy and considerate too, he'd well massaged lots of oil up there which had been rather nice and his mouth explorations of my ass were like nothing I'd ever before enjoyed.

"Oh my God, Pete you are lovely inside." I heard him pant as he started to thrust it into me," I just knew you'd be a great fuck when first I encountered that lovely tight young ass." he said still pumping me, asking me to say if he wanted for him to stop.

For a moment I pondered on that, it did hurt the start of that first fuck I can tell you. But then, after about five minutes it seemed as if it numbed and his fuck became wonderful and so good, deep inside me he stopped awhile: " See if you can feel its throb" he said to me and I did. It was sheer heaven and I realised just what I had been missing, all this time Ted having tried many times to get me to date him, me not sure if I was that way inclined until Ted tight me how, showed me I really was his kind, the first time he sucked me up on the train when we had a quiet carriage together...

"It'll be alright," he said feeling me up over my jeans, squeezing to make it so fruity and swollen. "Just nudge me if anyone enters " he said and I was about to enjoy his first complete suck of me, feeling the feeling of feelings so good as he really gave my cock what for, balling me up at the same time, feeling his index finger slip up behind me as he sucked, his fingers finding me there and rimming me, was so beautiful and lovely.

No one came in for the whole twenty minute journey, for me the most wonderful and lovely train ride I'd ever had and all the time Ted keeping on saying; "just wait to our first fuck, I will show you just how good it is to get filled with hard throbbing hot cock and that's; the truth!"

But when it did come, that first fuck, when eventually I did submit I was still nervous, but Ted was kind and considerate, he was to teach me everything - all about myself too, realising I was gay indeed and discovering those every certain erotic things that turned me on, like the way he sniffed me, how he longed for me to nestle over him on the bed, him laying there with me stretched wide above, prompting me to slowly and teasingly nestled down and down until my cock and balls smothered his face, after sniffing he sucked and licked me which was so soothing I cant explain just how much.

Soon after that first fuck the second the day after was even better, the initial pain not quite so bad as Ted started to initiate me, he had me doggy fashion, having thoroughly done everything underneath prior to the fucking, and for the first time I tasted him, His cock was earthy and pungent first time, something I would have once thought not for me but with Ted's his hard cock inside my mouth was particularly mood winding and to realise the very cock I was tasting would soon be tasting my hole.

"I adore what you are doing with my cock" Ted said as I intensely licked and sucked him, squeezing and feeling its length, stretching it right back with every deep suck was particularly enthralling, I discovered different ways to suck and taste cock, then I remember the very first time he came strong and it was still inside my mouth, "you will need a drink" Ted chuckled soon after, my mouth spilling with his cock cream, "Pete that was so lovely."

"For me too" I replied and meaning it, something inside me made me feel so wanted now and needed by this guy having been that intimate that I sucked and swallowed his cream.

And when he did the same to me, after that first fucking, my being able to sniff his and my scent and taste their combination I felt so good watching him suck and eat me, his big eyes looking up at me as he did so, beaming his soul into mine to create that certain wonderful and I hope we shall always retain forever. 

Now all I ever wanted was to be all ass for Ted whichever way...



My First Time With the Senator



I find politics to be interesting, although sometimes depressing when I realize that we bicker about government and fail to see how insignificant we are in the grand scheme of things. Regardless, I love the power dynamic in politics. It has a Game of Thrones feel to it. Everyone is trying to accomplish something and there are so many maneuvers to get it done. Not to mention that at times politics can actually influence change for the greater good. For that reason, not long after graduating from high school, I decided to volunteer as an intern for a state senator. I decided to apply for an internship with a moderate Republican senator named John L. Johnson. 

I knew an extreme right wing conservative would probably drive me insane and I could have volunteered for a democrat but there is something about a conservative man that I find charming. There is a certain kind of manliness to them. In fact, for no apparent reason I often find republican politicians attractive while I have trouble finding attractive democrats. Not to mention that there is something good-hearted and welcoming about bipartisanship and getting along with a man despite disagreements. 

Senator Johnson did not break the trend of how I usually feel about conservative men. He was a white man in his forties who definitely hit all the marks for someone interested in older men. He struck the perfect balance between looking older and being attractive. He stood at about 5 foot 10 and had kind eyes, an adorable smile, thin lips that I wanted to kiss, and hair with streaks of white in the right places. He wasn't perfect, but what most considered his bad physical features I either liked or didn't mind. I was especially fond of his face. His facial features were symmetric and he was always clean shaven although the subtle outline of his facial hair remained (especially above his upper lip), which helped give him a somewhat rugged look. 

My position as an intern was one of low responsibility. I basically made coffee, printed or made copies of documents, was a messenger for the other staff members, directed phone calls to the appropriate person, and sorted the office mail. I was only a high school graduate so my job having little to do with the actual political work was expected, but the simplicity of my tasks allowed me much free time. Sometimes I used that time to look at the senator. He always wore suits that fit him well with nice expensive ties and subtly colored shirts I liked. His hair was neatly combed and he spoke in a commanding yet gentle voice. While I was fond of his attire, I wished he would break his monotonous routine to wear something more revealing once in a while. Specifically, I wanted to see him free from his shoes and socks. Yes, I have a foot fetish and so I wanted to see the senator barefoot, but the closest I would get was seeing his black socks whenever his legs were stretched out. I tried to imagine what the feet under those socks looked like, but my imagination could never make a satisfying guess. 

My thing for male feet is something I've had for as long as I can remember so while I do get aroused at other male body parts, seeing an attractive man's feet is to me like seeing their genitals. Hence, I regard seeing the bare feet of a good looking man as something personal and intimate. It's as if I'm seeing their dick. 

When I see a good looking man I deeply wonder what his feet look like in the way that some men might wonder what the boobs of a woman they find attractive look like. The lucky times when I do get to see a handsome man removing his shoes and socks I get caught off guard and almost gasp in disbelief and anticipation. I then involuntarily disregard everything else and focus only on taking in what his feet look like. 

My favorite part of feet are the heels. They are pretty uniform in look so there is little to be turned off by (unlike with the toes). That means I can count on liking the heels of pretty much most attractive men. I also love the top of the foot. It just looks hot to me and the skin has this nice soft, firm feel to it. I love the whole sole as well because of the usual light sweatiness and moistness it has. And it may be disagreeable to other people with foot fetishes, but I am not a huge fan of the toes. I don't mind them, but they are not my favorite part. I prefer the rest of the foot. Toes can be unattractive, so what essentially determines whether I like a guy's feet or not rests on the toes. So ones I don't like can be a turn off of sorts. And often I do find them to be a turn off. However, seeing a man's toes is kind of intimate, in a good way. 

Despite having an enduring foot fetish, at the time of my internship I had never done anything with the feet of a man. I was 18 and I had never actually truly rubbed the bare feet of a man. I had never kissed a man's feet or licked them or anything else. Throughout my teenage years just masturbating to the thought of that was enough. I guess because I just did not have anyone to do that kind of stuff with.      



That being said, my reaction the day I walked into the Senator's private office to hand him his mail is understandable. I walked in and saw that he was in the middle of removing his black socks. My relaxed mindset turned to one of focus, my dick became instantly hard, and my heartbeat sped up. I was sexually aroused, excited, and in disbelief all at once. Weeks I had been working for the senator pretty much having accepted that in this professional environment I would never get to see much besides his face. It reminded me of my high school years when I found a guy attractive and hoped for a chance to see what his feet looked like, but throughout our four years of being in the same graduating class, he never once wore shoes that had the chance of revealing his bare feet or even appeared in photos barefoot. I thought it would be similar with the senator so this was a lucky surprise. It all happened so fast though. He quickly changed into other socks and put on a different pair of shoes. He said he was switching to more comfortable footwear because he had some long speeches to give on the legislature floor. But before he did that he walked towards me,still barefoot, to take his mail from me. I tried to casually focus my eyesight on the floor to get a look at his feet. I wasn't sure if I made my staring obvious; I just hoped he didn't notice. 

As I said, the incident was unexpected and quick so I only got short glances of his feet before he quickly covered them with a new pair of socks. I was not able to take in the details. Nevertheless, when I left his office I headed for the bathroom because I needed to masturbate after what I had seen. I masturbated with the faint image of the senator's feet and quickly came. The senator had no idea that he had an intern that was masturbating in the legislature bathroom to the thought of his feet. I wondered if that would be the strangest thing he has heard if he found out? What would be his reaction? 

After hastily masturbating I got back to my desk. The sexual urges which built up in that moment with the senator were now relieved, but I still felt some slight adrenaline over what happened. But just like any other time that I had masturbated to the thought of someone's feet, I quickly regained my composure and went back to my routine as if nothing had happened. A few times later I tried masturbating to what little I remembered of the senator's feet, but I knew that memory had become inaccurate and useless. In the meantime, the senator was the same as always. He continued to wear the same non revealing clothes and I continued my tasks for him monotonously. It was back to the same way it was before I walked in on him. I guessed that meant my weird stares at his feet that day went unnoticed. I attributed the incident to a one time thing. I did not think I was going to see him barefoot again.



It was business as usual at the Senator's chambers for some time until one afternoon I had to knock on the senator's private office to hand him the copies of the bills the committees he was on were going to be considering. I had to knock several times before he told me to come in. He was sitting on his office couch reclined forward, but what caught my attention immediately was that beside the couch were his shoes and inside of them were his socks. After that clicked in my mind, I looked at him and saw his bare feet. They were beautiful. They were white and manly and his toes were not a turn off. The view of the top of his feet was complimented by being able to see his ankles and his lower legs due to his pants being raised up from his sitting position. That image combined with the good looks of the senator was breathtaking. Not just because I was seeing his feet, but because it coincided with all the specifics I liked. 

He must have noticed me looking because before I was able to tell him about the bills he told me, "Oh, sorry, I wanted to take a short nap because of a headache and I just can't sleep with socks on". 

That was an interesting revelation, but I did not know how to respond to it. My heart was beating so fast I could feel it. I was caught off guard looking at his feet. I just wanted to disappear so I stumbled saying the words, "I-I wasn't".

"What? What do you mean?" he asked. 

"I wasn't looking," I tried again. He looked confused. 

"At my feet, you mean?" 

"Yeah, I wasn't looking at them."

"I didn't say you were," he said with a puzzled but studious expression. Why was I being so awkward and obvious? But how could I not when the senator was barefoot in a room with me. 

"These are the bills you will be considering next week," I told him.

"Set them on my desk," he instructed. After I set the bills on his desk, I tried to stall to look at his feet a little more so I would remember what they look like.

"Was that all you needed Senator?"

"You are looking at my feet," he said. Once I heard that I realized there was no lie I could tell to get out of this. He now knew I had some weird thing for his feet and I had to deal with whatever reaction he might have. But I was so embarrassed that I said nothing. I stood there trying to avoid eye contact. 

"Do you want to touch them?" he asked.

I was almost dizzy with confusion. My nervous heartbeat went back to one of confused excitement. For a moment I thought I must have been dreaming. 

"Do you?" he asked again.

"Yes," I answered, afraid he might change his mind.

"Well come touch them then," he said before laying fully back on the couch, resting his head on his hands.

I was ecstatic. My hands were shaking as I walked over to the senator and leaned down next to his feet. This time I was not looking at his feet from a distance or getting just a quick rushed look. No, this time I had his feet centimeters away from my face and I had all the time in the world. 

His feet turned me on like nothing else. They were the tipping point that assured me of his perfection. His feet were big, but not dramatically so. They had a subtle amount of hair on them. The color was the same skin tone as the rest of his skin but with a better, more vibrant look. It's hard to explain. His heels were smooth and wide, his toes were not long (a turn off for me) and they were lined up perfectly. His feet were clean and his toenails kept. 

I didn't wait there just looking at his feet for long. Shortly after, I grabbed his foot with my two hands and covered as much surface area of my hand with his foot as possible. I pressed firmly and rubbed my hands with friction as if I was rubbing off more of his feet on my hands that way. That moment was absolutely euphoric. My dick was bulging in my pants so hard it hurt. I could feel my pre-cum and I was so enthralled that I didn't pay mind to my pulsing adrenaline and my rising temperature. I only focused on his foot. As I touched his feet, some light sweat built up on them which I just loved. I kept rubbing his soles, cupping his heel with my hand, and feeling the top of his foot. I even interlaced the fingers of my hands with his toes. I started touching both feet at once. I continued rubbing, touching, feeling, and playing with his feet for a while. I could have done that all day. 

But I wanted more; I was dying to taste his feet, but I didn't know how he would react to that so I started by giving his foot a kiss. He saw that but said nothing. I took that as permission to do more. So I placed his feet to my face. The coolness and moist feeling of his soles on my face was enjoyable. But the actual realization that I had the feet of the 40 year old senator on my face just added to the euphoria. I held them to my face and felt the need to say, "Thank you senator". I was in heaven. 

I proceeded to kiss his feet again. I covered both of his feet with kisses before giving his foot a kiss with my open mouth. From there I started licking them. I licked the heels, the soles, and the sides of his feet. The vigorous licking I was doing made some noise but I didn't care because the taste was delightful. Of course they didn't literally have a taste so the pleasure was more psychological but to me this was comparable to kissing the senator, or giving him a blowjob. Actually better than that. If I thought touching his feet was euphoric, this topped it. It was like I was on an amazing high. It was as if my sexual arousal was continuously being satisfied as I continued to lick his feet. I didn't forget about the top of his foot and started sucking that part, my sucking actually left him hickies there, some on the softer part of his soles as well. 

I lowered myself below his feet and from underneath started sucking on his heels and up his soles. I placed his whole heel in my mouth. There was not enough sweat for there to be a salty flavor but knowing that I was licking up the senator's foot sweat was almost the breaking point that made me cum but I wanted a chance to suck his toes before that. I grabbed his foot with one hand and put his big toe in my mouth and slowly sucked on it. I was sucking on it back and forth and somehow there was something pleasing about that feeling. I also enjoyed the feeling of his toe deep in my mouth. I moved on to the other toes and enjoyed the wet feeling from sucking on them. I also licked in between his toes. The cleanliness of his feet was such a turn on. I sucked multiple toes at once, stuffing his foot in my mouth. 

Intermittently while touching and sucking his feet I looked up at him to judge his expression. He was simply looking calm but serious, mostly looking up at the ceiling, at times he had his eyes closed. I assumed he was enjoying it. 

That was when I could not take it anymore. I had been sucking for a while now and just had to undo my pants so I could come. My dick was overbearingly hard and I was wet with pre-cum. While continuing to suck on his feet, I grabbed my dick and trusted eagerly and within a few strokes cum was shot out to literally feet across the room. I felt deep satisfying contractions in my penis when my cum was pushed out and the sensitivity around the area of my dick became so intense I moaned as I continued to touch myself. There was this wave of enjoyment that my eyes literally rolled back to the back of my head and I didn't focus on anything but the feeling. I almost drooled on his feet some and my toes curled with how strong and deep the orgasm was. The total combined pleasurable feeling lasted around twenty seconds, the longest orgasm I have ever had. After it was done, I felt such a feeling of calmness. I felt emptied and relieved, satisfied to the extreme. I was not horny anymore and it felt like I was not going to be for a long time. 

I realized I had just masturbated in the senator's office and looked up to check if he had been bothered by that. His eyes were closed but this time he seemed to be asleep. I had been playing with his feet for a good amount of time, so I guess it was relaxing and put him to sleep. I used this time to get something to clean off where my cum had landed. It felt a little silly to be hunting for cum in the office of the senator.

When I was done, I was not sure whether to wake him up to tell him I was leaving or not. I decided to shake him softly to see if he would easily wake up. He did. "I'm going now," I told him. 

He sat up. "That's fine," he replied. "Just wait." I looked at him waiting for him to go on. "Uh, I don't think you should work here anymore."

"What do you mean?" I felt like I had heard wrong. Why the sudden change of treatment towards me. One minute he was allowing me to suck his feet and the next I was fired?

"I don't think what happened today was ethical or appropriate and thus you would agree you continuing to work here is not the best idea."

I was disappointed. I did not like how abruptly an internship I was enjoying had ended. I was disappointed that I would not get to see the Senator anymore. That I would not get to see him looking handsome as always in his suits anymore. That I would never get to touch or kiss or lick his feet anymore. I guess he did have a point, but it was immature that he allowed it to happen then got mixed emotions about it. 

"If that's what you want Senator."

"It's not like I want to do this. I just don't think it's ethical for one of my interns to be masturbating in my office and sucking my fucking feet for sexual pleasure!" He paused then exhaled. "I'm sorry, it's just that at first I thought you were just going to give me a foot massage. I did not expect you to get all into it and do all that you did. It was my fault for giving you the wrong idea."

"I see... I guess I understand," I replied. 

"Thank you. Now I hope this stays between us, right?"

"Of course, Senator."

"Thank you for allowing me to intern here. It was nice. And uh thanks for, umm today."

He just nodded and pointed towards the door. 

"Goodnight, " I said. 

I walked out of the office and went to my desk. It was 8 at night and some other staff members were still here. I felt like they knew something had occurred. I had been in the office with the senator for over an hour and now I was packing my stuff. A colleague (another intern) named Alice asked me what had happened, but I just replied with, "Nothing, I'm just leaving." 

Once I exited I turned around to look at the legislature building. It was a cool night with a clear dark blueish sky. Although an internship I had enjoyed ended, I wasn't upset. I felt happiness. A kind of almost silly, juvenile happiness as if I had just gotten my first kiss. This was my first time doing anything with the feet of a man and it happened to be with that gorgeous senator. That felt to me like sex for the first time. My first time was with the hot feet of that 40 year old stud. Even though I didn't work for him anymore I felt lucky to have had such an experience. It was up there with the most unbelievable experiences of my life. 

I got in my car and drove home with my window open, feeling the wind on my face and listening to music. I was in such a good mood after my weird, quirky, unexpected, and very sexually arousing and satisfying event. Today I had sucked the feet of a senator in the state legislature. That would be something only me and the senator would know. I will never be able to look at the senator the same way, though that's not a bad thing. 

I arrived home and grabbed a favorite meal and sat down to watch some Netflix. Feeling like kind of a big deal that my first time had been with Senator John L. Johnson.



My First Time with Two Women



This story is completely true. It happened a few years ago actually. It's about clearly my very first time with two women. All names have been switched. This is my first time writing a story like this so please criticism is welcomed. 

**Everyone in this story is 18 years old or older**

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Ever since I can remember I've always thought women were beautiful creatures. I had always wanted to be with a woman but back then I was too scared. What would everyone think of me? After all I had been brought up on believing that liking the same sex was wrong. Now don't get me wrong I absolutely love men, but... There's just something about a women's body. Their lips, the soft skin, the hair, the moans they make... Good Lord!! I'm getting ahead of myself... 

All throughout high school I wasn't 100% sure if I liked women but I did know that I loved looking at them and thinking about them. Until, this one night where I was hanging out with a group of my friends and was dared to kiss my friend Maria. God I had never been kissed so softly so sensually. That night my boyfriend fucked me sooo unbelievably good that all I could do was pass out. Nothing ever happened after that encounter with Maria but I've had a crush on her ever since.

Now to the important part...

About a year after I graduated from high school I picked up my friend from our community college so we could go to the mall. Little did I know that she was bringing along a friend. This friend was just oozing sex and confidence. Her name was Ashley. Now Ashley isn't all that feminine she loves to dress in men's clothes just as much as she likes to dress in women's clothing. There was just something about her...

The entire time we were in the car and at the mall she was just flirting with me none stop. And I was a little confused but boy did I love the attention. At the end of the day when I dropped her back off she asked me what I was doing for Valentine's Day and said that if my date didn't show up I should call her. 

My date did show up and I had a wonderful time. 

Fast forward to a few weeks later. Ashley had me in such a trance that whenever I would speak to my friend if Ashley was with her I would make a point of telling her that I said hi. 

Eventually one thing led to another and Ashley and I were dating. We fooled around a few times and it was so good but I never got to touch her. It ended after three months, it was a summer fling. 

About 6 months later I see my friend and Ashley at the mall. We started a conversation when out of nowhere this beautiful women walks up to Ashley and gives her a kiss right on the lips. I automatically thought they made a beautiful couple. I was introduced and found out her name was Liz. Liz had this smile that just melted your heart, this walk that just had your eyes following her till they couldn't any longer, and just like Ashley she was oozing sex and confidence. The difference here was that Liz was completely feminine. This is something I've always lusted over. A sultry feminine woman.

A few weeks later my friend and Ashley hit me up to hang out and smoke some weed. And after that it just became a routine. 

Little by little Ashley, Liz and I would just flirt. At first it was innocent until I realized that I wanted to be with the both of them. After all it was they're fault. They kept making jokes about me possibly becoming the third girlfriend. 

There was this one night and I remember I was at Ashley's house and Liz was there, so were a few other people. We were just smoking weed like crazy. Oh my god I was so high. We were also drinking... When everyone left Ashley, Liz and I went into the room to watch a movie. Ashley and Liz were teasing me all night about this third girlfriend stuff that at one point I just grabbed Liz and kissed her sensually. She just looked so shocked that I just wanted to fuck her sooo badly. But instead I jumped off the bed and said I should go home. They both said otherwise who knows what would happen...

The weekend came and where do you say I was? At Ashley's house of course. That night we just smoked a lot of weed possibly like 5 blunts back to back. We laid down in Ashley's bed and were watching movies. When out of the corner of my eye I see Ashley and Liz making out. 

Now do I honestly need to tell you how shocked and turned on I was that this was happening right next to me?! 

When I look over they don't seem like they will be stopping anytime soon so I was contemplating on just giving them their privacy and going home. 

While I was trying to make up my mind I end up feeling a hand rubbing on my thigh ever so slowly. Kind of carefully in a way. I look down and its Liz. At that point I didn't want to move but I also didn't know what to do. Should I touch? Should I not? Should I go? Should I stay? Eventually I was so horny I said fuck it! She started it and I'm ending it. I started to kiss Liz on the Neck slowly then I started nibbling. Her hand rubbed my thigh firmer and slowly slid to the inside of my thigh. 

Liz stopped kissing Ashley and turned around and started kissing me. Ashley was watching us and rubbing both of our thighs. By this point I was so wet that I could feel it through my shorts. Then Ashley started kissing me and Liz was nibbling on my neck. My neck is so sensitive that at that point any thought of going anywhere went straight out of my mind kind of like the moan that escaped my lips. Eventually we three ended up topless. And as soon as that happened I latched onto Liz' nipple like it was my life line. 

While I was sucking and biting Liz' nipples Ashley had taken off Liz' shorts and was playing with her clit. I then proceeded to make out with Liz as I pinched her nipples. Good god I just couldn't get over her lips and boobs. 

At some point we all ended up naked and we were just a mess of limbs. I remember Ashley getting in between Liz and me and fingering us. She rubbed our clits slowly at first and then faster and then she slowed down again and got faster. (I'm so wet remembering all this that my boy shorts are completely soaked.) 

We then got on top of Ashley while I was fingering her Liz was making out with her and pinching her nipples. At first I was going in and out slowly but then I found my rhythm and started fucking her started with one finger and shoved the second one in. She was moaning so loud I thought the neighbors could hear. I hooked my fingers up and kept fucking her until she came. I kept stroking her just as hard while she rode out her orgasm which just led to a second one. I was still rubbing her clit softly when she shoved my hands away and said no more.

Liz then came to me and laid me down and started to slowly kiss me all over and slowly stuck a finger in me. God she was good. She kept looking me in the eyes as she expertly fingered me. I couldn't do anything but moan. Then she quickened her speed and started sucking on my nipple. Just then Ashley latches on to my neck and is pinching my other nipple. I came so hard. 

Liz ended up laying down and I started making out with her and playing with her nipple as Ashley ate her out. When suddenly Liz just pulls me up so far that my pussy ends up right above her mouth. She starts to eat me out like it was the first thing she's had to eat in weeks. There wasn't a part of my pussy she didn't lick or suck or nibble. All I could do was hold myself up on the wall and hope I didn't pass out from how delicious I was feeling. Nothing I said made sense. Well nothing besides; more, oh god, fuck, more, harder. 

When I came a came hard but it wasn't just once or twice it was at least three times. But Liz wasn't done yet. She kept eating me out and slowly stuck her thumb up my puckered hole. It had been so long since anyone touched me up there that I got scared and said no but she kept going slowly. I was so wet her thumb just went in and out so smoothly. Between her thumb up my ass and her mouth eating my pussy like it was a Buffett I came so hard I shook right off of Liz. 

Ashley kept eating out Liz til she came. Liz and I then fucked Ashley till she screamed both of our names. 

This entire fuck fest lasted about 4 hours I kid you not. The three of us were full of bruises and scratches. The only thing that I regret from that night is that I never ate either one of them out and till this day I have yet to eat a woman out. Dont worry when it happens you might be the first to know ;P



My First Time, With You



I cannot ignore this anymore. Action is required.

The fantasizing has morphed into a nagging need.

I am 48, but if I shaved the beard I could still pass for late twenties.

I weigh the same as I did in high school! 185lbs. And I am 6'1", relatively slim.

I have never been with another man, but I can no longer resist the urge to slip a hot hard penis through my wet lips, into my warm mouth.

Until I swore off women, I was a VERY sexual being.

Sensuality is something I was rather infamous for, and I want to bring this talent to your body.

It's not just the cock in my mouth that makes my blood boil, but the feel of your slight, smooth body under my soft, exploring hands.

Picture this, if you will:

You are dressed as femininely as you dare, and I gasp a bit when your door opens and I see you there in four inch yellow heels, black sheer stockings, a tight short blue satin dress, heavy Gothic makeup with bright purple lip paint, and a long straight blond hair, streaked haphazardly with hot pink.

"Holy fuck", I breath.

We both know why I'm here, and all the talking led to this meeting, so small talk is really not the point now.

I move to you as you take a step back. My left hand swings the door closed behind me as my right reaches your neck, sliding my fingers up into your hair, I hold your head back. It's gentle. And it tickles, just right.

My other arm slides around your waist and up a bit to the small of your back, I bring our hips together, and when we touch in the middle I pull your head away to bare your neck to my hot breath.

Moving it deliberately, letting you feel the heat of my hand, I slide it down to your ass, crawling my fingertips to cup your right cheek, grip it, and gently, but firmly pull you up into the pressure of my curling hips. I slide the fabric of this sexy dress all over your ass. Feeling it. Kneading it. Holding it.

My nose, my lips, my breathe, and even my eyelashes explore your neck, my grip in your hair twists you just like you want it, and as I find that spot, the softness just under your jawline, I nibble your skin and breathe: "Hhhiiiiiiiiiii..., you taste wonderful...", as I release your hair.

I can feel your arms around me now, and bring mine together behind you to match.

There are a few blurry moments of arms sliding around each other, hands touching shoulders, necks faces. The need rising as the heat builds between our bodies.

You somehow slide your hands under my coat, up my back, and pull it down off of me. This separates us, and the heavy breathing fills our ears. You step back, a little shaky. And I try to get a grip on the splendid dizziness wafting through me.

You look amazing! And don't you just shiver when you see the look in my eyes!

You reach out for my hand and kinda twirl away, leading me to the room you have prepared for us this evening. I follow, drinking in the view of your sexy sway.

You sit me down on something soft and stand before me. It's just a brief moment, of me looking up at you looking down at me before you start to gently sway on the spot. It's almost mesmerizing as I appreciate the effort you put into your appearance; Alluring. Enticing. Sexy.

I reach out for your hands, and with fingers playfully entwined, we dance like that for a very short while.

Then I pull myself to the edge of my seat, sitting up straight. I bring my hands, still locked in yours, behind you so we can both grip your ass cheeks. You guide my fingers, in pressure and places there, as I bury my face in your belly, undulating before me.

You pull your hands free and wrap them around my head, my neck, and my shoulders. Pulling me into you just as my hands pull you to me. I roll my face, reveling in the sensations of the heat of your body, and the urgency of your hands.

My hands start to wander up and down the front and back of your stocking covered legs, and as I deviate between forceful caresses and feather light touches, your hips are involuntarily bucking to me. When your knees buckle just a little bit, I slide a hand up, between your legs, to support your sweet bum, and pull your hips to me even more. I slide my other hand up your chest to your neck, then look up into your eyes. My fingers find your lips, and while holding fast my gaze, you delicately lick and suck on my fuck-finger... The tip, the pad, the length of it.

I rest my head back into your hands, now fisted in my hair, and without losing your eager stare I pull my hand firmly down your chest, until my palm can feel the base of your ever-firming cock.

With one hand between your legs pulling, it's middle finger exploring the heat between your cheeks, I push with this one down the length of the thickening flesh straining beneath the panties and the silky fabric of your dress.

I watch you carefully as I maneuver my hand under all the fabric to put skin on skin, heat on heat. I squeeze it, rub it, and ultimately curl my fingers around it. All with the silent guidance of your gaze.

I have to look at it now; it is my first cock. It's so hard, the head throbbing and darkening from my grip, a centimeter from my face.

I bring my other hand to it now, and sensually explore it with my touch. Stroking the shaft up with one hand, my other carefully cups and fondles your balls. I pull your turgid prick to my face and rub it all over, even poking the head into my closed eyes, sliding my fingers across the tip of it to encase it in that sensation.

Then, cupping your balls from behind, I bring them to my lips for a kiss, for each. I tongue and kiss my way through the loose skin of your scrotum to the base of your cock, held up by my other hand, stroking the tip with thumb and two fingers. My head tilts to the side for my lips to pout themselves around that shaft, my tongue pushing into that meaty vein. I slide these wet lips up and down the length of you; Kissing. Sucking. Licking. Getting closer and closer to the head. Then I pull back and spit slimy saliva at it, catching it all with both hands which now easily slide on your shaft. I grip it with entwined fingers, and with my thumbs pushing up the length of that heavy vein, I watch for and am rewarded with a nice drop of clear sticky pre-cum oozing out the tip.

I gaze in wonder for the briefest of instants, then look up at you, touch the tip of my tongue to the base of your cock, pull it down as my tongue slides up to taste that sweet drop. Then, with your eyes still locked on mine, I lay your shaft in the cradle of my tongue, open wide and engulf your magnificent meat in my mouth. We stare at each other like that for a second; really experiencing each others excitement. Then, I would imagine your head tilts back, as my head leans forward as I bring the head of that hot cock to the very back of my virgin throat.

I hold it there for as long as I can. My brain exploding with the reality of the scene, the fantasy being fulfilled, and the anticipation of what's to come!

My eyes start to water, and before I gag, I bring my lips back to the tip of your cock, my fingers following their path, squeezing. I suck as hard as you let me, milking sweet clear nectar into my wanting mouth.

Then it POPS out, and I stand up to take you in my arms.

We kiss. Sucking each others lips and tongues. I hold your head in my hands and whisper in your ear, "Take off my pants."

Your hands fly down to my belt, and while they are busy at their task I am rolling your head in my hands, kissing, licking, biting, and whispering about all the sexy, dirty things we are going to do with each other now.

When you pull my pants down my cock springs up, and as I wiggle my ass to get my jeans to fall, our cocks bounce against each other, surprising us both with how fucking cool that actually is! Then we hug each other tightly for no other reason than to feel what it's like to rub our cocks against each other between our two hot bodies.

Then I turn us around and bring us down onto the softness, you on your back and me beside you, cradling your neck with one hand, and with the other, I begin touching you in ways each of us has truly only ever dreamed about...

*****

So there it is. That's what I want... No. Need, to experience.

Not verbatim, of course, but I hope you get my meaning. I hope you enjoyed what I wrote. I hope your cock is as hard from reading it as mine is from writing it.



My First Time With You Sir



I had been disobedient again you walked away after strapping me up and whipping me when I heard you turn the shower on, and my anger grew in my chest like heat in an oven. I was making up my mind to be less cooperative with you when I felt a HUGE something push into me and tensed trying to push out the burning invader, you put your mouth right by my ear and I strained to listen to you say "You better relax and accept this or its really going to hurt next time I fuck you. This is what you get for being a cunt. I heard you bitching and I'll give you something to bitch about. You need to remember that this is my house I know everything that happens in it. I know when you breathe, when you sigh from pleasure and bite your swollen lips to suppress a scream. You keep forgetting that when you are here you are mine." I relaxed the muscles in my pussy and felt you slam the dildo home; it was huge and filled me up completely. I hoped that I could keep it in for you. My anger forgotten I just wanted to apologize for my disobedience and make you satisfied. You patted my bottom letting me now that for the moment you were pleased, you left me there stretched to capacity hanging and waiting. 

I imagined you in the shower shampooing your hair soap running down your body to my amazement I felt myself responding to the monster inside me and moaned. After thirty or forty minutes you turned the shower off and I heard the timer on the oven beep letting you know your meal was ready, I was starving but didn't even begin to imagine you would allow me to eat. I felt your hand running up the inside of my leg and stilled every muscle in my body; I wanted you so badly to be happy with me. You a cuff and let one leg down at a time the upper part of my body was still restrained in cuffs and chains. I looked up at you and as always was impressed, you had a towel around your waist and your shoulders were still damp I could feel your skin on mine and I inhaled deeply the smell of your soap. You tapped the head of your cock against my lips and I smiled inwardly knowing you loved the way I sucked your dick. 

I let my jaw go slack and you sighed in pleasure as you filled my mouth all the way to my throat I relaxed the muscles there and you pushed even farther inside of my mouth, your balls settled against my chin. I felt you hesitating to stay in my mouth and let me work at getting you excited again or pulling out to leave me panting. You reached down and stroked the top of my head letting my silky hair rain between your fingers cupping the back of my head as I sucked and sucked you. I felt your hand closing on a size able collection of hair at the base of my neck and I knew what was coming, I tried to prepare myself but knew I would gag anyway. You pulled me back by the hair to the head of your dick, my teeth lightly grazing the whole way opening to allow your head to pop out, you reached down with your other hand and aimed right at my open mouth and slammed it into me. 

I gagged hard and you laughed and did it again, four times. You dropped the cuffs around my wrists and my arms fell like weights the blood flow returning to normal almost hurting with its path into my shoulders down my arms. You threw a stack of clothes at me and I got excited in a way that surprised me. You had fucked me like a machine just two hours before I thought that there was no way I should be responding to any more stimulation but I was. I stood up and bent over presenting my backside to you, so you could remove the thing inside me you pulled it out and gave my ass a resounding smack and I wiggled it a little tempting you. You told me to get dressed and bring my discipline collar to the dining room. 

I shook my head when you left the room, you had gone through my suitcase and found clothes you liked and I laughed a little at them. Fishnet stocking, no panties, a navy blue skirt, white button down shirt, and the most beautiful bra I owned, red lace that held my breasts out and up giving me fantastic cleavage. I dressed quickly and picked the white collar walked into the dining room and felt a bit disappointed there was one place setting and my stomach growled. You ignored it and pushed me to my knees to put the collar on and I noticed the chain attached to the opposite wall of your seat at the end of the table. 

Doing rough measurements in my head I knew it wasn't long enough to reach all the way to you and confusion began to mount, you pulled the chain and I felt like a dog crawling to the end of the table you dropped the chain and told me to crawl from one end to the other under the table, I followed your progress and crawled until the chain pulled in resistance, you sat down and you pulled your delicious dick out of your pants. My mouth starting watering I wasn't sure from the food or the sight of you exposed to me. You made a "come here" motion with your hand and I stretched towards you realizing this is what you wanted me extended to my max the collar pulling against my neck. 

You sat there waiting for me to figure out how to get my mouth around you all the way. I could get you in a quarter of the way so I made good on it, working that little bit like it was all of it. You slid forward a little and I got a little more. Sighing in pleasure I tried to give you everything I had, if I pulled harder against my restraint I could almost get all of you inside my mouth. But I also saw black spots behind my eyelids and figured it was best if I stayed conscious. You began eating and would every now and then pass me a piece of your food under the table only allowing me a second's break from pleasing you. 

Half an hour passed forty five minuets an hour I knew I could be down here all night, and it must have been slightly maddening for you also, knowing how I could please you given the chance but only getting to tease you was making me horny. Then again I didn't know who enjoyed your blowjobs more you or me. Suddenly you pushed your chair back my mouth hanging open your hard cock bouncing with every step I sat back straight as an arrow because of the collar, it wouldn't allow me to slouch in the slightest. Back in the room you tugged the chain and I made my journey back to the other end of the table, my legs were shaking from being on my knees this whole time, you told me to suck you off until you were ready and then to swallow every drop of your come. 

I did my best and you filled my mouth a few short minutes later, I savored every drop letting it sit on my tongue. I stood and tensed and relaxed my legs stretching a little we walked to where you were sitting and you had me bend over the table I saw the bondage tape and felt you pull my left leg to the leg of the table as you wound the tape from my ankle up to my thigh tight then you moved to the right leg. Stretching me pulling the muscles I tried to relax them and my body to accept whatever it was I was about to receive. Then it hit me if you get rid of the stockings and tape I was back in my principal's office about to get the spanking of my life. I felt the paddle make its first stroke and I wiggled as much as I was allowed wanting you to stop, but then craving you to go on at the same time. 

You pulled up my skirt and I knew in no way would the stockings act as a buffer between your hard strokes with the wooden paddle and my sensitive bottom. You switched from the paddle to a leather whip because you liked to run your fingers over the whelps the whip left on me. I moaned and screamed and orgasmic over and over and over again. I knew you could see it running down my leg, you pushed two fingers inside of me enjoying the warmth and wetness, I felt cold sharp metal push between the cheeks of my butt slicing effortlessly though the strands of the fish net. I knew what you had in mind; you knew I was still technically a virgin in places. You wanted that cherry for your own. 

I tensed kind of freaking out thinking about you stretching my asshole with one of the many toys you had, your fingers, your dick. You applied a generous amount of slippery lube there and slowly pushed one finger inside enjoying the tightness. With the other hand you put a clamp on my clit and pulled lightly enjoying the way my asshole clamped down on your digit. I twisted my hips nervous and you barked at me to be still, I was trying my hardest. Pushing two fingers in you stretched me three fingers and I clamped down tenderly you removed the clamp and rubbed my clit. Applying slight pressure gradually getting firmer moving in small circles working me over quickly I came. As I relaxed a little from my orgasm you stood up and put the head of that delicious dick against me. 

Pushing against me allowing your body weight to control your advance just the head was in and tears were running down my face, but you knew I wanted this desperately, I bit my lip drawing blood, sucking hard trying to stop the bleeding it distracted me for a second. You used it to your advantage pushing in further meeting more resistance you paused momentarily. Telling me to reach out on either side of me and find the nipple clamps, they were my favorite ones I tried to move as little as possible hating and loving the pain in my asshole at the same time. Your fingers pinched the whelps on my cheeks making me squirm and it moved you deeper inside of me. Noticing that I was putting the clamps on you pulled my hair back elevating my torso and you sank in a little more I cried out in pain tensing and relaxing, every exhale you pushed into me. Talking to me soothing me. 

It was a slow advance I was beginning to love the invasion hating that I couldn't just be ready at your command. Trying not to focus on the urge to push my hips against the table and have you out of me. I was trying to be a good girl and you knew it. You played your fingers in my hair as you pushed slowly quarter of and inch by quarter of an inch. You were about half way in when you retreated slowly and pushed in again. Pinching my hips sinking your fingers in deep, grinding your finger tips against my hip bones, making a dull throb there distracting me. You pushed in farther I estimated you had three quarters of yourself pushed into me, I tensed and clamped down so hard if you weren't as far in as you were I would have pushed you out. You had me reach beneath myself and tug on the nipple clamps to distract myself from the pain in my ass, without realizing you were all the way in and satisfied with yourself. Then you asked me if I wanted more. I moaned yes and pushed back against you. 

You pulled back and pushed in moving so agonizingly slow. I came. You pulled back my wetness dripping down the front of your thighs, you told me I would be cleaning that up later, and a sinful yearning filled me. You fucked my raised ass for an hour talking to me, telling me we had hours and hours of more fun before you let me go. You told me to squeeze as hard as I could with my muscular ass and milk the come out of your cock. I did as you wished squeezing and releasing working my tight asshole like a pussy loving you moaning and working yourself in and out of me. You collapsed on top of me with your dick still inside and told me to come I was on the verge and did in surprising intensity. One last shot of your sweetness rolled into me. 

You pulled out of me and cut the tape from my legs I collapsed onto the floor and looked up at you smiling and waiting. You helped me up and we showered then you brought me back into our room of and rubbed my whole body down with oil massaging my tired muscles, I laid on the floor as you grabbed the tape butt plug nipple clamps and clit clamp. You told me you wanted my asshole ready for whenever you were and slid it home, sucking on my nipples for a little while eliciting moans from me you whipped my pussy for getting you aroused again. In the wake of my rip roaring orgasm you clamped my clit and my nipples bound me and lay back in bed. Spending the rest of the night reading fondling me and sleeping