0 comments/ 18577 views/ 0 favorites My Pleasure By: Lucity “I’ll just leave the money on the desk. Is that all right?” Mrs. Markway asked as she slid her feet into her spectator pumps and adjusted her bra. “You were extra special today, Mr. Gregory. I’m surprised I can walk at all.” She looked at him stretched out on the bed as she buttoned her blouse. “Your stamina always astounds me. I must thank Mr. Powers for recommending you.” She looked in the full length mirror behind the bedroom door and patted her hair once more and disappeared out of the apartment without a backwards glance. “My pleasure.” He called back, as the door shut behind her. Larry, or Mr. Gregory as his customers called him stretched his long body on the king-sized bed. Mrs. Markway was always a very strenuous fuck and he always made sure to leave plenty of time for a nap before his next customer arrived. He stretched again and rolled onto his side, pulling the cool sheet over him. He soon drifted off, thinking about how much he loved his job. Larry Gregory discovered his talent while still in high school. His first serious girlfriend, Linda Ritter, was the pastor’s daughter and had a little bit of a wild side to her as many “preachers kids” do. She let him feel her up on the first date, she gave him head on the second date and by the third, they were fucking like rabbits in the shed behind her house. They were both pretty inexperienced but Larry found that he had a natural stamina and could go on and on until Linda was screaming out her orgasm. Linda’s mother had caught them. She screamed at Linda and called her all sorts of terrible names, while she slapped at her and chased her into the house. It was lucky that the pastor wasn’t home or maybe Larry’s story would have ended right then and there. But as he was dressing as fast as he could Mrs. Ritter came back outside to the shed. “Larry, I should call your parents and let them deal with you. But I’m not going to.” She crossed her arms across her chest and tried to look stern. Larry couldn’t believe his luck. She wasn’t going to tell. He almost cried with relief. “No.” She continued. “What I think you need is a bit of guidance. I’m not going to tell Linda’s father, I think we should meet in private and with a little counseling and prayer we can correct the path you are choosing to follow.” She began to pace back and forth in front of him as he bent to tie his shoes. “If I told her father, he would only insist that both of you repent in front of the whole congregation. And even try to get you two married off.” She stopped pacing and watched him tuck his shirt into his pants. “No. I don’t think your family should be humiliated by your actions. So Friday after school we’ll meet, until I’m thoroughly satisfied. Uh, satisfied that you understand how serious your actions are.” She turned her back on him. “Now go home Larry. I’ll see you Friday.” Larry couldn’t have been more relieved. He only had to spend a couple hours nodding and praying with Mrs. Ritter and he would be off the hook. Friday afternoon arrived quickly. Larry wasn’t too thrilled about having to sit with Mrs. Ritter and have her lecture him for a couple of hours but at least Pastor Ritter didn’t have to be involved. He arrived at the Ritter home at the appointed time. Mrs. Ritter had him sit at the kitchen table reading a particular passage from the bible while she started to prepare dinner for her family. Larry tried to concentrate on the boring passage but kept finding himself watching Mrs. Ritter out of the corner of his eye. Now that he was forced into her company, he could see where Linda got her good looks. Mrs. Ritter’s hair was medium brown and shoulder length. She was wearing a snug fitting knee length skirt that hugged her hips beautifully. Her white button blouse was starched and spotless. As Mrs. Ritter cut carrots to put in the stew pot, the tip of her tongue would poke out of her mouth. Larry couldn’t stop staring at that moist pink tip. “Larry. Is something wrong?” She asked. He flinched when he realized that she had addressed him. “Ma’m? Uh, no ma’m.” Jeez! He’d been staring hard. She licked her lips. “I think there is.” Mrs. Ritter moved to stand next to him. “I think there is something very wrong.” She put her hand on his shoulder. “Do you know what’s wrong, Larry?” Larry swallowed hard. Mrs. Ritter had arched her back and her full breasts were straining the buttons of her crisp white blouse. Her hand moved to the back of his neck and down behind the collar. He neck was hot and he was sure that his face was red. She leaned in closer so that her length was pressed to his side. “I’ll tell you what’s wrong.” She whispered. “What’s wrong, is that you were touching my little girl.” Her hand was rubbing his neck and pulling on the hair at the back of his head. “You, you were stroking her and . . . and kissing her. Did you use your tongue in her mouth, Larry? Did you?” Her breathing quickened. “Did you rub your hand on her breasts? I bet you did.” Her other hand reached up to the top button of his polo shirt. She pulled open the buttons and began rubbing his chest. Larry was frozen with fear, fear and a growing lust. He could feel the crotch of his pants getting tighter. What was happening? What this some sort of test. Could Mrs. Ritter really be running her hand inside his shirt? Mrs. Ritter kept talking. “Did you make her nipples hard? Did you roll them between your fingers and pull at them? I know you licked them. And I know you sucked them. Didn’t you?” Larry’s head started spinning. The preacher’s wife was talking about licking nipples! Her daughter’s nipples at that! Larry tried to get up. “Mrs. Ritter, I think I should be going. It’s almost time for my dinner. Um, my . . my mother is expecting me.” She was surprisingly strong and held him in the chair. “I don’t think so, Larry.” She suddenly straddles his lap and her lips found his. Her breathing was ragged as she punished his lips with her own. Her hands gripped his head. She pulled her lips away. “Put your hands on me, Larry.” She pulled his arms up and placed his hands under her blouse. Her skin was hot and silky under his palms. Larry tried to find his voice, “Mrs. Ritter, I don’t think. . . “ He croaked out, but she stopped him with her fingers on his mouth. “No. Don’t think, just touch me.” She ground her crotch into his throbbing penis. His cock felt like it was about to bust the zipper on his pants. Mrs. Ritter looked down between them at the bulge in his pants. She began to fumble with his zipper and the button at his waist. “I have to see it again.” She mumbled to herself. Panting and mumbling she slid to her knees in front of him. “I need to feel it.” Larry was frozen in shock as Mrs. Ritter pulled out his raging hard-on. She looked closely at it rubbing both hands over the length of it. “Oh, yes.” She breathed. “Yes, yes, yes.” He felt her hot breath brush over the sensitive head and he trembled. “It’s so big, so beautiful. This is what I want.” And in one swift movement she engulfed his cock into her mouth. Larry clamped his eyes shut, his mind was racing. Oh, my god, I’ve got to get out of here. Oh, my got that feels so good. This is wrong. Yes, just like that. The preacher’s wife! More. His head lolled back as he gave an involuntary thrust in her mouth. He could feel the head press the back of her throat and she gagged a bit. She pulled him out and licked down towards his hanging sack. “Mmmm.” She hummed as she lapped at his balls, licking and sucking as she continued to stroke him. “Look at me.” She said. Larry’s eyes were still shut tight as he fought between the urge to run and the urge to plunge his cock into her sopping pussy. He slowly opened his eyes. “Larry, I need this in me.” She stroked faster. “I’ve only been with Mr. Ritter’s shriveled pickle, my whole life. I need to feel a real man. I need this, Larry.” She let go of his cock and watched it rock towards his belly. “I need it now.” Her eyes questioned him and he made a small dazed nod of assent. She stood and reached under her skirt to pull off her underwear. He only got a small glimpse of a light covering of hair over her pussy as she straddled his legs. He felt the head of his cock press at her moist labia. She looked down at him and opened her blouse, unfastened her bra and lifted out her perfect, soft breasts. She fed the nipple to him as she began her slow downward crouch onto his throbbing dick. A small crease furrowed her brow as his thick cock pushed her cunt apart. This was more than she had hoped for. She felt so full and ripe. Larry sucked on one hardened nipple then the next sending twinges of pleasure all over her body. It was as if her nipples were connected to her clit. As he sucked and rubbed she began rocking on his steely rod. She raised herself up until his mushroom head was barely inside her, then she’d slide down until their pubic hair met and then she would rock herself, trying to push the rock hard member deeper. A small frown worked on her face and she reached down to rub her clit. She rocked faster and faster, rubbing faster and faster. “I think I’m coming, Larry!” She was panting and rocking very fast now. “I’ve never come before. Oh, my god!” Larry watched in fascination as Mrs. Ritter had her first orgasm. She bucked and twitched and finally fell forward hugging him around the neck. Larry just held her there, stroking her hair. After a few moments she roused herself. “Oh, Larry. Thank you.” She seemed to forget for a moment that Larry was still deep inside her, just as hard as ever. “I didn’t know. I didn’t think I could . . but then with Mr. Ritter, it was never . . “ She felt Larry move inside her. “Oh, my god Larry I’m sorry. I didn’t think.” But by now Larry was going to take over. He left her impaled on his hardened dick and stood up. He sat her on the kitchen table and she automatically wrapped her legs around him. “Do you want to come again?” He asked. Mrs. Ritter just stared at him. “Do you?” He asked again. She smiled, “I do but . . . “ She looked confused. Larry grinned at her. “Hold on tight.” He lifted her legs higher and began to piston into her throbbing pussy. He was no longer an inactive participant as he thrust into her, faster and faster. Mrs. Ritter began moaning and bucking as wave after wave of orgasms ran through her body. “God! Oh, God! Yes!” She arched her back and tried to pull him in deeper. “Fuck me, Larry! Fuck Me!” Larry felt his balls draw up and the cum charged out of his cock, “Ah, fuck!” He held himself deep inside her as his cum shot into her. He slammed her a few more times as the last bit drained out of him. He fell forward onto her chest panting, a sheen of sweat on them both. A few minutes past before Larry felt Mrs. Ritter’s hand begin to stroke his hair. He faintly heard Mrs. Ritter say. “Praise, Jesus.” Larry’s “lessons” with Mrs. Ritter lasted through the last couple of months before school ended and during that time they both learned a few things. But mainly, Larry learned that he had a natural talent and stamina for sex. The year after Larry’s graduation from high school, the town learned that Mrs. Ritter had run away with the youth pastor from the church. After his catnap, Larry changed the sheets and remade the bed before taking a shower. He dressed carefully in a dark suit. He was checking himself in the mirror one last time, when the bell rang. He checked his watch, “Right on time, as usual.” “Mrs. Roger’s, don’t you look lovely.” He said as he opened the door to his next client. My Pleasure Your eyes close tight, blocking out the light that glares relentlessly into them. Your lips are dry and your tongue flicks in your mouth seeking any moisture. I can see the skin of your cheeks twitching as I move closer to you. Your hands are helplessly bound behind you. Your legs held in a perpetual spread position by the bar shackled to your ankles. I am pleased with my work. And now my fun continues. My hard cock strains against my jeans. My face is right at yours. The collar is tight around your neck and I can see the strain it places on your flesh, pinching and causing you to breathe shallow breaths. I flick out my tongue and lick your cheek from your chin to your ear. You cringe at the wetness as I lavish my saliva on you. I suck your earlobe and then pull it between my teeth. Your eyes open wide, but see nothing from the brightness of the lamp on them. I lick again, slowly dragging my tongue over you, relishing the feeling and knowledge that you are disgusted by it. And I take your face in my hands and lean down and kiss your closed mouth. My tongue traces your lips and then I kiss and suck your lips. Your resistance pleases me and I continue to torment you in this manner. I laugh as I stand back looking at the wetness on your face glistening in the lights. You throw your head from side to side as if that will do any good. No dear child, it will not, for you are mine now. Mine to play with. Mine to tease and torment. Mine to touch and grope and squeeze and pinch and slap and fondle. Mine for my pleasure. You are tied like a package. A package of joy. Joy for me. Pleasure for me. All for me. Your lot in this sordid little game is unpleasant. Humiliation and abuse. Restraint and bondage. Pain and punishment. Not punishment for any wrongdoings, but punishment for my pleasure. I tell you all this as I rip your shirt open, revealing your tits. Your nipples stiffen in the cold air. I know you want them covered to regain a little of your modesty, but that is not to be. I want to see you embarrassed and exposed and humiliated as my eyes travel over your body, seeking all of your imperfections and wonders. I see your flesh, pink and warm and surging with the flow of deep rich blood, pumped now at a frantic rate. Your heart races in response to the panic that fills your mind as I pinch your nipples. You close your eyes. My fingers tighten on your stiff little nubs. I hear a groan slip past your lips as I pull. Fingers and thumbs roll your nipples, twisting and provoking them. My teeth scrape across the length of them, and I bite down hard. You cry out in pain. I do not break the flesh, and my lips close around them as I suck like a newborn needing your nourishment. But your breasts are empty. My hands weigh them and lift them up so I can examine them better and easier. My hands squeezing and molding them, fondling and feeling. You stare down at me as I work. Your eyes fixed on my hands and my lips as I suck and lick your breasts and play with your nipples. I know you like this. And I like it too. But I cannot allow this pleasure for you yet, so I stop so I can replace my lips on your tits with clothes pins. I hold them before you so you can know what the next sensations will be. Your eyes widen as I open one and place it over your nipple. I hold it there open for a moment as you brace yourself for the shock of pain you know is coming. Your eyes are fixed on the pin as I release it, and it clamps hard on your swollen nipple. Your chest draws back as the elecriclike pain shoots up from your nipple through your chest and into your brain. I pause for a minute and then I hold the other one in front of you and then repeat the slow ritual as I place it on your nipple. You groan as I release the handle, leaving it too hanging on your nipple. You adjust your body, without any effect. I lean down and nibble at the exposed end of your nipple, and I bat the clothespins with my hands, causing them to sway slightly. Your eyes are full of misery. I sit a few feet away from you and have a drink. The rope on the link on the back of your collar keeps your head up. I notice you are struggling to stay up in postion. Your legs must be tiring. I take a chair over and set it in front of you so that the low back is near you. I release your neck rope and move on the other side of the chair. "Bend over". You look at me, a question forming in your mind, but you do not ask it. You bend over until your chest rests on the chair back. Your tits hang down behind the chair. Your legs are still spread. Your ass is almost level with your upper body. I walk around behind you. My fingers slip between your legs and under your panties and push between your labia. You shudder and tremble as I run my fingers up and down between your lips, and then push them deep inside. You are soaking wet. I curl my fingers and flex them, as I watch your reaction. I play with you for a few moments, varying my movement as I experiment. Soon I tire of this play and I remove you fingers and begin to feel your ass. My hands mold and squeeze your round, fleshy buttocks and measure their resilience to my pressure on them. I work both hands across each cheek carressing and feeling. You squirm slightly as my hands pass near your pussy. I know you need my touch now. I move my hands up inder you and grab your tits. Your nipples are hard and I tweak and twist and roll them, making them more erect. You move under my hands and I can hear your breathing much louder and deeper. I pinch your nipples slightly. You moan. I pinch harder. You moan louder. I pinch them together much harder and you suck air into your lungs and groan. I pull you upright and move the chair. I stand in front of you and look directly into your eyes. "Did you enjoy that?" I ask. "No Sir". I pause for a moment as you relax a little. And then I slap your tits hard. Slap. Slap. Slap. Your nipples redden and you scream suddenly, and then stop as you realize that was the reaction I wanted. So I slap your tits again and again. They are pink and flushed, but your nipples stand taller and harder than before. Defiant and aroused and begging for more abuse. I lean down and suck your nipples into my mouth and pull them out, stretching them. My teeth scrape across them. Your eyes are closed and you have a strange look on your face as I nibble and bite your nipples and your flesh. You do not move, but I can see small goosebumps appearing on you and I hear your breathing more easily. "You are enjoying this too much, aren't you?" I ask. "No, Sir." "Liar. You love your tits slapped and abused don't you?" "No, Sir." I am quiet for a minute, and then I undo your ankle restraints and move a table across the room near my chair. Then I sit down. "Come here. I am going to teach you not to lie to me." "Sir I did not lie. Please don't punish me." "Shut up and come here immediately or I will punish you more severely. Pull your panties down and bend over my knees like a bad little girl and take your spanking." You slowly walk to me and pause. "Bend over." You slowly move and lie across you legs. I rub your ass. You relax. Swat. Swat.Swat. My arm swings up and my hand crashes down on your bare ass. You jump in pain as I continue spanking your buttocks. My hand soon hurts, so I stop long enough to put my leather gloves on and then I continue. Tears flow as you beg me to stop, but I will not. I flail your ass until it is dark pink and beginning to swell up slightly. I remove my gloves and spread your legs so I can feel between them. As I thought, your pussy is soaking and your crying stops as I rub you and feel your pussy. I can feel your tense body soften as I finger you. You turn to face me and your eyes beg for relief. "Stand up", I command. You immediately stand and I take you to the table and bend you over it. I kick your legs apart and lower my jeans. My cock is hard and dark with lust as I rub my cockhead between your lips and tease you. I slap your ass with my cock and run it up and down your lips and press it between them. Suddenly I hunch forward and ram my cock all the way into your cunt. You almost lose your balance from the force of the impact. But you don't have time to reposition as I pull back and slam into you again. Over and over I assail you. You struggle to remain standing as I fuck you. I work you over until I am tired and near ejaculation and I stop and pull you up and then push you to the floor. You look up at me as I stroke my cock above you. You instinctively open your mouth. And I push my cock deep inside to the velvety back of your mouth. And my cock throbs and pulses between your lips as you suck and lick it. You fondle my balls as you suck me and soon I can feel the heat flowing up from my balls and it shoots out into your mouth. Loads of hot thick cum gag you as you fight to swallow. Your eyes are wide as you accept my cum and then you lick and wash my cock with your tongue and dry it with your lips. I am pleased with you then and I pat your head in approval. I pull my jeans up and start to leave the room, but I turn to you and remind you "I want this room straightened up now." My Pleasure Of course I have someone who gives me pleasure. He's very attentive and he knows all of those special places that really drive me wild. But his touch isn't as gentle as I would prefer. He licks my pussy and massages my clit but uses a little more force than is necessary for my pleasure. Yes, I'm relaxed when the lovemaking is over, but my body doesn't necessarily tremble with excitement when he finally rolls over, once his dick has filled my pussy with his seed. And his breathing becomes the soft, measured breath of content sleep. He has been satisfied. So, when I hear that deep sleep breathing, I roll over and lick my fingers. I get them very wet and I spread my pussy lips until I find the soft under skin of my labia. She is already juicy from his loving attempts to make me happy and content. Slowly, I fingers softly trace the mounds of my love hole and linger briefly on my vibrating clit. Then my fingers fuck my pussy deep inside until I find that pleasure spot that makes my legs tremble and my knees pull up toward my cunt. I spread my legs wide open and with my other hand, I gently stroke my throbbing clit very faintly and slowly. I want the pleasure to mount little by little until I feel the heat rising to my belly. My fingers jet in and out of my wetness then I slip them out of my pleasure and lick my nectar off their tips. Sucking them as a baby suckles a nipple. Their slippery, salty taste calms me and my finger on my clit rubs her even faster. Trembling legs reveal the strength o the passion in my body and I finger fuck my wet pussy deeper and deep while my other hand caresses my throbbing clit. Within minutes, my knees begin to tremble and my love box tightens around my fingers, trying to suck the pleasure deeper into my being. My breathing quickens and my legs shake beneath me. My body convulses as in a seizure. Only it's a rattling of ecstasy as every muscle contracts with pleasure and the fire of my felicity rattles my body and the heat of my lust warms my soul. Sighing, I release all of my pent-up energy and my body goes lip. My legs still tremble from the liberation of my needs. I lay quietly for a few minutes and my body finds rest. But my mind wants more pleasure. Climbing onto my knees, I spread open my legs once again. My clit screams for attention. Licking my fingers, again I pinch her between my thumb and forefinger while slipping my index finger deep inside my Venus pond. My body sucks it in and closes around it. Slowly, I pull it out then let my lust suck it back in once again. I let my quim control what it needs and wants. I am now my own sex slave to my body. My clit cries out for joy. Touch me! Play with me! Both hands manipulate my cunt and my back arches to allow deeper penetration of my two fingers. Yet my passion grows. Slowly, I roll off the bed, careful not to wake my lover. I sneak into the closet and find my bag of goodies. A nine-inch dong awaits my pleasure. Licking my lips, I slip it deep down my throat lubricating its shaft. Then I spread my legs wide once again, sitting on the cold ceramic floor, I spread open my let pussy lips and force the thick head deep into my beaver and fuck myself deeply. I lay back against the wall, my legs spread wide. One hand pushing the cock in and out of my wetness and the other delicately run my thumb over my tingling clit. My knees pull up on their own volition. My breathing quickens and my legs tremble. A tear of joy drip from my eyes and my pleasure nub vibrates. Releasing my humming clit, I reach for my now hard tit and I squeeze it. The joyful pain burns deep into my belly as my legs begin to shake and sweet juices run onto the floor as the fake dick is jerked in and out of my pleasure zone. Squeezing my tits tight together only increases the pleasure I need and my juices run from my body and onto the cold floor. I slip onto the cold surface, the dildo still in my cunt. The coolness of the tiles calms me and my face embraces the smooth cold. I fall asleep.... fantasex13 My Pleasure We've just had a pleasant meal in the hotel restaurant. You are looking really sexy; just dressed simply in a dark shirt and trousers. I'm wearing a red, tight top (showing off my breasts to their full advantage), a short black skirt and knee-high boots. You've been complimenting me all evening, telling me how gorgeous I look. I can tell that I've made your cock hard, just by looking at me. We're sitting at a table in the bar, enjoying an after dinner drink, when a tall, dark-haired, sexy guy comes over. He introduces himself to me as Rob and kisses me on the cheek. This is the guy you've arranged to give me a massage. I feel a nervous but excited anticipation of feeling another man's hands touching my body. We chat for a few minutes before you and I leave to go up to our room. Alone in the elevator, I give you one of my long, dirty, sexy kisses you love, biting and teasing your lips and tongue with mine. "Thank you for arranging this," I say. "I just want you to enjoy yourself," you reply with a smile. "Do you like him?" "Yes, he's got big, strong looking hands!" I reply. Once back in our room you turn on the video camera that is already on a tripod. We like to capture our adventures for future enjoyment. We kiss passionately and my pussy starts to tingle with anticipation. I can feel your hard cock pressing against me and I feel a sudden urge to have it in my mouth. I remove your trousers and boxers and kneel as I tease the tip of your cock with my tongue. I suddenly take it all into my mouth and suck greedily on its hardness as you moan with pleasure. You pull me up and guide me to the bed. You pin me down and kiss me, rubbing your hands over me. I remove your shirt and caress your sexy body, feeling your hard cock in my hand, wanting you to fuck me now. You remove my top before caressing, kissing and licking my neck, chest and stomach. I moan softly, aching for you to touch my breasts, my pussy. But you are teasing me. Making me wait until you are ready to give me the pleasure I so desire. You take off my skirt and gently caress the soft skin of my thighs that is exposed between the tops of my stockings and thong. In my mind I am willing you to touch my pussy when there is a knock at the door. You leave me feeling horny on the bed and go to answer the door. You let Rob in. I'd almost forgotten about him and now feel nervous but very turned on at another man seeing me in a semi-naked state. "Very sexy!" he says with a smile, drinking in the sight of me dressed in just a lacy black bra and thong, black stockings and boots, lying on the bed, waiting to be fucked. You return to me and continue to kiss and caress my body while Rob undresses until he is wearing just tight, black boxers. He has a sexy, toned body and I can see his cock is hard. He's bigger than you. It makes me horny; knowing that this man's cock is hard because of me. "OK, let's get started!" Rob exclaims, approaching the bed. He puts bottles of oil on the bedside table. "We'll have to take these off," he smiles as he slowly unzips and removes my boots. "And these." I try and relax as his hands touch the tops of my thighs and he peels off each stocking in turn in a long, slow, sensual move. I turn to you and we kiss as Rob unclasps my bra. I shrug it off my arms and lie on my front, ready to feel his strong hands on my body. You put a blindfold over my eyes, heightening the rest of my senses. Rob begins by rubbing scented oils into my back and shoulders; slowly unlocking knots of tension in my muscles, making me relax under his firm touch. He then gently caresses my upper back and neck, seeming to know that the nerves here are connected directly to my pussy, making it hot and wet. I moan gently. Rob sensually massages my feet before moving his hands slowly up my legs. As he massages my inner thighs, just inches from my pussy, I'm sure he must be able to feel its heat and my longing for my pussy to be touched. He firmly massages my arse, moving his fingers under my thong and slowly removing it. He again teases the inside of my thighs, closer to my now naked pussy. He then rolls me gently onto my back, exposing my naked breasts and shaven pussy to him. "What a hot body!" Rob exclaims. I giggle, enjoying the attention. Rob massages my neck, shoulders and stomach before gently running his fingers over my breasts, pausing at my nipples to squeeze their hardness. His firm touch is sending waves of pleasure over my body, down to my pussy. I'm lost in the sensations of Rob's hands all over my body. He starts to move his hands up the front of my legs. As he reaches the inside of my thighs I feel your hands begin to rub my breasts. I moan with the pleasure of feeling two pairs of hands caressing me. You gently pinch my nipples before taking them in your mouth, licking, sucking and nibbling them. I reach for your cock; it's harder than ever. You've enjoyed watching another man touching your wife's body. You moan as I wank your cock. You kiss me passionately as you play with one nipple with one hand and massage my thigh, moving your hand towards my pussy. Rob is massaging my other thigh and breast. As my pleasure mounts my thighs part involuntarily, my moist pussy needing to be fucked. You move your hand up to my pussy and gently stroke my swollen clit. I can feel my juices flowing out of my hot pussy, I'm so turned on. Rob stops massaging me and takes photos of you touching me. You remove my blindfold and look deep into my eyes as you plunge your fingers deep into my dripping, hot pussy. "Oh, yes!" I moan. "I really need you big cock inside me, I need a hard fuck!" I exclaim I look over to Rob and see that he has removed his boxers. He is wanking his huge cock, probably wishing he was in your place, about to fuck me. He continues to take photos as you pin me to the bed and enter me, filling me and stretching me with your hard piece of meat. I smile at the camera as you plunge deep inside me. I moan and close my eyes as you fuck me whilst sucking my nipples. I feel close to coming as your cock rams into my hot, wet hole. Just then you pull out of me and turn me over and round to face Rob. You enter me from behind. You are fucking me so hard while playing with my nipples and clit. I'm looking at Rob as he continues to wank his big cock whilst watching me get fucked by you. I wonder what it would feel like to have his huge cock fucking me while you watch. My pleasure builds to ecstasy and I come as Rob does. "Oh, yes!" I moan as I see his spunk covering his hand. A few seconds later you come, filling my hot, wet pussy with your spunk. I collapse on the bed, smiling at having had pleasure given to me by two men. My Pleasure As Well As His Recently I met a man in person who I have been talking to online for some time. This was a little scary, everyone hears the horror stories, but it turned out to be quite nice. We met for dinner at a nice restaurant, had a few drinks then headed back to my place. We had shared pictures online and through text messages and surprisingly he looked exactly like the photos. He was very handsome and I was looking forward to this night. We get back to my place, fix a couple drinks turn on some music and relax on the couch. My eyes keep wondering over his body, wondering what treasure lies beneath. My mouth is watering for a taste of him. I notice his eyes are wondering too, sliding over the large amount of cleavage showing from the blouse I chose to wear tonight. I have large breast, D cup, so the cleavage is deep. The hungry look in his eyes makes me want him more. I decide to make the first move and lean in for a kiss. Lightly at first, my lips barely brush across his. I feel his hand slide into my hair at the back of my neck as he pulls me closer deepening the kiss. I feel his tongue slide along my lips, searching for entrance. I part my lips happy to give him entrance as he slides his tongue into my mouth. We kiss passionately, tongues sliding over each other in an erotic dance. His taste is addictive and I am hungry for more. I break the kiss, sliding my lips across his cheek to his ear. I take the lobe in my mouth gently sucking. My hands roam down over his chest reaching down and pulling his shirt from his pants. I release his ear, running my tongue just behind the lobe. I start kissing a trail down his neck, licking and sucking on the tender flesh. I start to unbutton his shirt as I continue to taste his skin. As I undo the last button, I push the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms. I kiss down over his collarbone, my hands skimming over his chest lightly and down both arms. I move lower leaving a trail of warm wet kisses as I continue my exploration of his body. I kiss my way over to one flat nipple, running my tongue around then over his nipple. I move to the other side, swirling my tongue around and over that nipple as well. I kiss down over his stomach until I reach the top of his jeans. I slide off the couch, kneeling in front of him. I reach up to unbutton his pants and slide down the zipper, lightly running my fingers along the waist of his underwear. I hook my fingers inside his jeans and start to tug; he raises his hips to allow me to pull them down over his hips, taking the boxers with them. As I pull them down his erection springs free to lie against his stomach. I lick my lips as I pull the pants all the way off and toss them to the side. I run my hands up his calves; I slide my hands up the inside of his thighs, pushing his legs further apart. As I slide my hands lightly over his thighs, I look up at his face; he is watching me so intently. His eyes are hooded, lips slightly parted, the anticipation clearly showing on his face. That intense look only serves to turn me on more and drive me forward. I lean forward, running my tongue along the crease of his leg and up to his hip bone. I move to the other side and repeat the action. I place my hands on both sides of his inner thighs as I run my tongue lightly over his balls. I start at the base of his hard cock, sliding my tongue up the length of his erection. I run my tongue along the tip, tasting that small drop of pre-cum. With my hands still on his thighs, I take the head of his cock slowly into my mouth, swirling my tongue around over and under the head. I gently suck and continue swirling my tongue as I take him further into my mouth. I continue to draw him in and out of my mouth, taking him deeper down my throat each time. I can hear his moans as I feel his hands move into my hair,, holding my head as his hips start to thrust forward. The more he moans and loses control the more turned on I become. I want to taste more of him. I pull back letting his cock slide out of my mouth. He releases my hair as I move down to run my tongue over his balls, taking them gently in my mouth sucking them lightly. I urge him forward on the couch and reach up to take his cock in my hands for the first time. I wrap my hand around his thick shaft, sliding it up and down. I run my tongue over his sac again before moving lower. I push his legs further apart with my free hand and run my tongue down until I reach his ass hole. I stroke his cock as I run my tongue over and around that tight little hole. I swirl my tongue around rimming him as I continue to stroke him. I can hear him moaning. I move back up running my tongue up and over his balls again. I take him back into my mouth, taking him deep, tongue swirling over the head and down the sides. He grabs my head again, as his hips start to thrust upward, driving his cock farther down my throat with each thrust. His groans and moans get louder as his hips move faster. I run my nails gently over his balls, feeling them start to tighten. I know he is close and I start to suck harder. He grips my head harder, I hear him moan again, saying he is about to cum. He thrust his hips up, as I comedown taking his cock deep in my mouth, his hands tighten in my hair, and he starts to moan as I feel his release shoot down the back of my throat. He holds my head still; I can feel his body tremble with his climax. I hold him in my mouth until I am sure he has completely emptied himself before pulling back enough to swallow, sliding back down a little to ensure I catch every drop. He releases my head and I pull back, kissing the inside of each thigh as I sit back and look up at his smiling face, knowing how much he enjoyed what I just finished doing to him. It gives me such a rush of excitement to see that look of pleasure on his face. I'm definitely not finished with him tonight. My Pleasure For Him My hand trailed nervously down my stomach enticing the butterflies that were fluttering wildly beneath my finger tips. Stopping abruptly as I reached the top of my bare fleshy mound. I couldn't look at him, my messy head of blonde curls flopped back against the pillow, eyes closing shut as my cheeks flushed with embarrassment. His words ringing in my ears, swimming through my consciousness. I couldn't not do this for him, I would not disappoint him. My eyes flew open, a smile playing on my lips as I brought my left hand to my mouth, my right continuing its path down to my dripping slit. My lips opened gently to suck my finger inside, my tongue bathing it in saliva as I ran it slowly down the valley between my large firm breasts. Two fingers from my right hand spread the puffy outer lips of my pussy apart, revealing the soft pink flesh beneath. A groan brought me back from my thoughts as I grinned confidently bring my left hand down to meet my pulsing clit I began rubbing slow little circles around it, my back arching gently as I felt my clit respond to the touch, protruding from its covering, aching to be touched. My fingertip gently brushing over my sweet little numb as I rubbed it back and forth, my eyes rolling back as I gasped loosing myself in the sensations. The scent of my cunt permeated the air, I could feel my skin prickling with sweat as I brought myself up to that glorious brink... my hips instinctively bucking up to meet my teasing hand, almost begging my fingers for more. My stomach tensed against my will. I couldn't take it anymore, my pussy was burning, aching for release, my nipples begged for attention as my right hand left my lips. Smearing my juices up my body as they began to squeeze and pull on my hard left nipple, grabbing the right in turn pulling them together as my chest heaved with lust. My cunt convulsed without warning, empty and begging to be filled as my left hand complied two fingers pushing deep into my wetness, searching my soft walls for that special sweet spot. A deep groan built low in my throat, escaping my lips as I brushed against that rough little numb of pleasure inside my hungry cunt. My senses escaping me I gasped without fear, lost in a world of pleasure as I groaned and bucked against my fingers, forcing them as far and deep as I could, pushing into that spot. Unable to stop those glorious feelings washing over me. I could smell my juices, sex, and sweat in the air. Suddenly rough calloused hand pushed my legs even further apart. I could hear his moaning, his soft little grunts as he pulled hard on his meat. The sound of my cunt greedily sucking my fingers, sloshing around in my wetness, my muscles gripping and sucking them, wishing I could milk them as if they would give me the cum I so eagerly desired. His fingers dug hard into my left thigh as I began bucking uncontrollably. The tip of his swollen cock pushed hard into my clit and I screamed in anticipation of what was to come... My eyes flashed open wide as I held myself trying with all my might not to cum. I could not cum before he did. The feelings were too intense, I couldn't control it anymore. As I felt a huge force hit my clit I lost control as his first load of cum splattered my pulsing clit. Screaming and biting my lip as I let go. Forcing a third finger inside my cunt I was done for. His cum was dripping down my slit as I felt his second load splashing against my breasts. My hips thrashed wildly as my free hand clutched at the sheets. My eyes squeezing shut. My cunt muscles grabbing and contracting around my hand. My body shaking and trembling as my orgasm washed over me. I could feel his gaze on my body, hear his hand continuously pumping his hard cock, draining the last of his juices for me. His hands swatting my fingers away he quickly thrust his cock deep into my contracting cunt. I groaned again still peaking as I finally had what I wanted. I felt his pubic bone smash into mine. His body dropping heavily against my own as we bucked and gasped into one another's mouths. My body began to relax as the trembling subsided, his cock slowly slipping out of my sopping cunt, his hair tickling my neck as he licked at my cheek. His hand reaching up to caress me, to make me feel safe and loved, as little jerks coursed through my body. "Good little girl, Good little pet." My Pleasure Palace or How It All Began Firstly, let me set the scene. I inherited the house from my late husband when he passed away three years ago. He was in the construction industry and had built the house for us both, twenty-five years ago. It is spacious, with four bedrooms, all en suit and, and as I have since found out, to my delight, has a few hidden extras. My name is Carol and I am 52 years of age. I am, although I say it myself, well preserved physically, although carrying a little excess 'baggage', which I wage a near – constant war against at the local gym. I am, thanks to my late husband, fairly well off financially, and can afford to treat myself regularly. Back to the house and the situation that I find myself in. After going through my late husband's effects, in order to get rid of it all, I was checking documents and assorted paperwork, when I came across a sealed envelope with my name on it. I opened it with some trepidation, not knowing what it could contain. It started out as a sort of confession, explaining that he had built a secret room on the second floor, which was between the two largest bedrooms, the entrance to which was behind the large bookcase in our bedroom. The key was taped to the letter. He confessed to having used this room to watch our guests, and me, at different times during our marriage, and to making records of the various, intimate goings on that occurred. The letter ended with an apology for not letting me in on the secret, but to make the most of it like he had done. It was with some excitement that I took the stairs to the bedroom. I had used and passed this bookcase for years and never suspected that it hid a concealed entrance to heaven knew what. On close inspection, and following instructions in the letter, I located, behind some fake books on the lower shelf, second from the bottom, a keyhole and latch mechanism. I gingerly placed the key in the hole and slowly turned it. There was a soft click as the lock turned. I lifted the latch and pulled the bookcase open. It moved very easily considering that it was six feet tall, at least the same wide and about a foot deep. I was stood in front of a smaller than normal, plain door with a recessed latch, similar to a cabinet fitting. I pulled it out and gave it a twist. The door opened into a dark space. Without entering, I felt for a light switch. Finding it, I flicked it on and was amazed to see a fairly large room, well appointed with carpet, office style furniture and work type benches loaded with what looked like a computer and various items of recording equipment. My senses where in overload as I began to take in the array of hardware which filled one side of the room. It almost resembled a TV studio. There was a note lying on the work surface. It read. "If you are reading this, you have found my letter." It went on to explain how to operate the equipment and what it in fact was. There were storage cabinets, which contained all manner of tapes, and CDs etc. The most intriguing thing that I noticed was that there was a whole shelf dedicated to me! The shelf just had a marker on it, which said Carol, nothing else. Other shelves had other names on them, my sister, my mother our friends and numerous other people who had stayed here over the years. It was late in the evening by the time I had found all this and resolved that as the following day was a Saturday, that I would spend the weekend trying to discover what sort of man I had spent the last twenty five years of my life with. I found it difficult to sleep that night. My mind was in turmoil of different emotions. When my husband was alive we had always enjoyed a regular, if quite normal sex life. There was no swinging parties or open marriage type goings on – quite boring really. On the occasions that my late husband was away on business, all that I did for company was to invite a few of our mutual friends around for an evening meal. Usually I would eat early, have a luxurious soak in the hot tub and have an early night, and if the fancy took me and I was feeling particularly 'sexy', I would entertain myself with one or other of my 'toys'. I woke early and had a light breakfast, after which I returned to 'the room'. Firstly I powered up the hardware and re-read the instructions that I had found the previous evening. I was surprised to find that there were discreet cameras sited in both the adjoining bedrooms. This would explain the large collection of tapes and CDs in the cabinet next to me. I was intrigued with the shelf with my name on it, so I chose the disc to the left and marked with the oldest date (2 years ago). I placed it in the player and was surprised at the picture quality. The scene was our bedroom with me moving around, wearing a dressing gown. It felt spooky watching myself and found myself looking over my shoulder occasionally as if I was afraid of being caught 'snooping'. Not to go into too much detail, the disc contained nothing more than me changing for bed, after having a shower. I can only assume that Alex had been away on business, as he did not figure at all on the disc. The others contained similar fare, except on a few occasions, there were ones showing me in my more pleasurable moments. During the course of the weekend I selected other recordings of family members and various visitors. All I will say is that my late mother was far more adventurous between the sheets than either my sister or I. Our friends certainly enjoyed themselves while they stayed with us. After viewing a good selection of the material, I found myself 'warming' to the task, and I mean 'warming'. This whole thing was making me as horny as hell. There were revelations that opened my eyes, and I could see why Alex had found this all very much a turn on, even if it had all been of his own doing. The thing that I found most strange was that I was finding it a thrill watching all this and was enjoying the fact that it was all secretly filmed. Perhaps I had been a voyeur all along and had not realised it. I now regretted that Alex had not shared his secret with me. All this occurred nearly two and a half years ago. Since then I have turned the house into a boarding house in order to keep the running costs down. I have an arrangement with the local college and most of my boarders are students. This means that I only have to have them during term time, so I have the freedom and an empty house during the holiday periods. My life took a change for the better, on a physical level, not long after I started to board for the first time. One of the first students to arrive was Greg (name changed), a tall, dark, athletic young man of about 18 years. He was studying law, but spent most of his time around the gym and sports facility. When he first arrived he introduced himself and we politely shook hands. I said that he could call me Carol. There was very little eye contact from him, as I noticed that his gaze was fixed on my cleavage, which was, due to the cut of my top, more obvious than I usually like it to be. The fact that he was staring at it, at nearly every opportunity, gave me a small thrill. It suddenly dawned on me that I could do some observing of my own. After showing Greg to his room I informed him of the house rules and meal timings etc. After finding out his food preferences I left him to unpack and settle in. Meanwhile I busied myself in 'the room' sorting hurriedly through piles of discs hoping to find a blank one with which to make my first recording. Getting used to the computer was the hard thing, and I vowed to myself that I would master it at the earliest opportunity. Finding the software icon I double clicked it and in a flash the screen was filled with two bedrooms. One I recognised as my own, the other was Greg's. By pure luck I double clicked Greg's room and it now filled the whole screen. The excitement that I felt, watching Greg unpack and going about his normal business of settling in, surprised me. My senses were to say the least, acute. I watched as he tested the bed for softness and removed his shoes and lay down for a moment. He reached into the bedside table for a paperback book, which he placed next to his alarm clock. He then went to the door and locked it. He then proceeded to retrieve a shirt and pants from one of the drawers in the chest and place them on the bed. Next to them he placed a large bath towel and a small hold all. My heart skipped a beat as he removed his socks, polo shirt and jeans. He stood there with just the skimpiest pair of briefs on. Men's underwear had certainly changed from what Alex used to wear! Greg was certainly well muscled and tanned. He was well equipped in the other muscle department too. The clear outline of his cock, as it lay, curled across the front of his briefs, left nothing to the imagination. He threw the towel over his shoulder and picked up the hold all from the bed and went in the direction of the shower. Surely there must be a camera in the bathroom? I asked myself. I scanned the on screen controls for a clue. I found two buttons, b/room 1 and b/room 2. I hit the bathroom 1 button and to my relief there was Greg, adjusting the shower controls. He stood back from the shower and bent over, removing his briefs as he did so. By this time I could hear my pulse pounding in my temples. My pussy was tingling with anticipation and I could feel my erect nipples rubbing against the insides of my bra. I had not felt like this in a long time. Greg stood there feeling the temperature of the water and once satisfied, stood under the spray. He certainly looked impressive. Not an ounce of fat on his well toned body. I watched fascinated, as his plump cock swayed from side to side as he moved. He began to soap himself with shower jell. His head and upper body were covered in lather. After rinsing this off he applied more to his legs and lower torso. He applied jell to the small amount of pubic hair that he had and began to massage it in and around his cock and balls. Almost instantly his cock began to stiffen and grow in length. I watched, mesmerised, as it straightened and then began to arc upwards towards the ceiling. Greg's hand formed a fist around it and began to stroke the soap along its shaft. The engorged head of his cock, plus another two or three inches, protruded from the top of his fist in a very sexy way. Every time he pulled on it, he held it like that for a few seconds and then repeated the movement. Each time the head became larger and more red in colour. I had never watched a man pleasure himself before, and I found myself squirming in my seat, unable to rid my pussy of the itch that was there. My left hand was cupping and squeezing my left breast. I had never felt this horny before. As Greg continued to stroke himself, he leaned back against the shower wall and thrust his hips forward. This took me to the point of no return. My top was open in a flash and my bra cups pulled up over my breasts. They are 36 Cs so there was a lot of foundation material to get out of the way. I looked down at my nipples. They had never felt this sensitive, nor had they been this large before. I was amazed at how distended they had become. I jumped as I teased them with my fingertips, tracing around the crinkly outer edges and finishing with the hypersensitive tips. I was in heaven. Greg's eyes were closed now as his hand moved faster up and down the length of his glistening cock. He still maintained the delay in the stroking, which I found a huge turn on. My hand, had by this time, found it's way under my skirt and two eager fingers had pulled the panties aside and were now teasing the folds of my very moist pussy. My feet were now on the worktop, knees spread and pussy agape. I was afraid to touch my clitoris, as I was so close to orgasm. I so wanted my orgasm to arrive at the same time as Greg's. I need not have worried. Almost without warning Greg's cock began to spurt. As the first string of semen left his cock, my own orgasm overtook me. I had not even touched myself there. My knees clamped shut by themselves in order to intensify the already heavenly spasms that filled me and were making my body convulse so. I hurriedly adjusted my clothing and freshened myself up and went to the kitchen. Luckily I had already prepared the evening meal and had nearly everything ready when Greg came down for dinner. I felt slightly self-conscious knowing that I had been spying on Greg and found it difficult to make eye contact with him during dinner. I was convinced that he would find me out. I noticed him ogling my cleavage during the meal though and was guilty of leaning over the table when collecting the plates and serving up the dessert in order to tease him. After dinner Greg excused himself saying that he needed to prepare paperwork for his arrival at college the next day. It would take him a few hours and would it be OK for him to come down when he needed to make himself a coffee. I replied in the affirmative and he went on his way upstairs. I was feeling 'hot' watching him cross the room, knowing that he obviously found my breasts attractive. My teasing him had turned me on. I filled the dishwasher and tidied the kitchen and was soon lured to 'the room' again. I entered as quietly as I could and settled down to watch Greg. He was a naughty boy. He should have been preparing for college. Instead he was preparing to play with himself again. Oh the stamina of youth. He was lying on the bed with his pants around his knees. He was toying with his semi erect cock while he flicked through a glossy magazine. I made a mental note to see where he kept it. He soon had his cock fully erect and was pumping it up and down. He seemed to be in a hurry as he quickly turned the pages. He then stood up and crossed the bedroom towards the bathroom and stood in front of the toilet. After a few seconds he ejaculated into the bowl. I was surprised to see that there was so much, considering his earlier efforts in the shower. This was not helping my already horny state. I had not even had time to join in before Greg had finished. I resolved to deal with things at bedtime, if I could wait that long. I changed out of my clothes but kept my underwear on. I slipped a dressing gown on and went to the kitchen to make a coffee. Passing Greg's room, I asked if he would like one. I heard him cough and he replied yes. I enquired if he would like it brought to his room, or would he be coming down. He said that he would be down for it. I prepared the mugs and made the coffee, leaving the sugar for Greg to deal with. I headed for the sofa and turned the TV on for the local news. After five minutes I heard Greg coming down the stairs. He entered wearing tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt with the sleeves torn off. "The coffee is on the worktop, help yourself to sugar" I said as he entered the lounge. He had a surprised expression on his face as he looked across to where I sat. I suddenly realised that I was in my dressing gown and felt very self-conscious. I curled my feet up under me and drew the top of my dressing gown together. I should not have bothered as it was made of silk and the outline of what was underneath was there for all to see. The flimsy silk and the thin material of my bra did nothing to conceal the fact that my large nipples were at attention due to my heightened sexual state. I did my best to keep my arms firmly close to my breasts in order to hide my aroused state. Greg sat down in the armchair next to the sofa, which, from my point of view, was preferable to him being sat opposite me. I enquired how his paperwork was coming along, if only to see his reaction. "OK, nearly finished in fact." I of course knew differently. The news was finished and a documentary had started on horse racing. I was interested in horseback riding, so I watched, trying to take my mind off the subject of sex. If only I had known what the programme was to contain, I would not have bothered, especially with Greg sat in the same room. The programme moved onto the racing stud and began to graphically show mares being served by stallions. I felt myself colouring up and unable to speak. The size and the black colour of the stallions' members made me squirm in my seat. The accompanying noises made by the mares did nothing to help my embarrassment. On hearing the commentary that stallions could serve around six mares a day, Greg was the first to speak. "Lucky old stallion, that's what I say." Surprised at Greg's comment, but feeling relieved that he had broken the ice, I said. "Lucky old mares, that's what I say." I said, smiling in his direction. "From the mares' point of view, there is no foreplay." "You may have a point Greg." I said, sipping my coffee and watching a groom inserting a stallion's cock into the anxious looking mare. Greg was eyeing me with some interest as I fidgeted and sat now with my feet on the floor. Sitting with my feet under me only brought my thighs tightly together and was making me hotter. As an excuse to remove myself from the situation, I asked Greg if he would like a cookie with his coffee. "Yes please, do you have any chocolate fingers?" He replied with a knowing grin. "No, but I may have some strawberry splits though." I managed to respond, without too much of a tremor in my voice. This is starting to develop into a game of cat and mouse I thought. I was aware of Greg's stare as I reached into the cupboard for the cookies. He was watching me, or I should say, my jiggling breasts as I returned with the cookie jar and set it down on the small table next to his armchair. I felt very self-conscious as he just looked at me and smiled. "Thanks Carol." He picked a cookie from the jar and held it sideways, licking the filling from it with the tip of his tongue, all the time looking at me with a smug grin on his face. He was full of self-confidence, give him that. I chose this moment to take my leave and say that I was off to bed. He looked a little crestfallen as I left my mug on the worktop. "Feel free to watch the TV as long as you turn it off when you have finished." "I shan't be very long Carol, just until I finish my coffee and a few more of these delicious cookies." He emphasised the point by running the tip of his tongue up the centre of another cookie, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I could not get to my bedroom fast enough. There was definitely an electric atmosphere that one could cut with a knife. The sight of the copulating horses and the sexual innuendo had made me wet, and I needed relief. After slipping the catch on the door, I opened the 'room' and turned out the light in the bedroom. On hearing Greg's bedroom door close, I settled down for what I was sure, to be at least 30 minutes of entertainment. I was sure that Greg was as horny as I was. I was not disappointed. Greg wasted no time in undressing when he entered his room. His long stiff cock sprang up after being released by the waistband of his sweat pants. I began to lust after this beautifully sculpted cock with it's slightly upward curving shape, it's ridges and veins, but most of all it's fat bulbous head, shiny and almost purple in colour. I had quite forgotten how rigid a young virile cock could be. Greg reached for the drawer in his bedside cabinet and removed a pot of gel. I watched, fascinated as he dipped two fingers into the contents and began to lightly apply the shiny lotion all over the surface of his up stretched cock, paying particular attention to the swollen head. I, for my part needed no such help. I was very well lubricated indeed. My adept finger made an initial foray into the outer folds of my pussy, to confirm what I knew already. I wanted to delay my climax for as long as possible. As I settled down for my entertainment, I was surprised to see Greg put on his dressing gown. His still erect cock tented the front and forced its way through and out of the gap at the front, even though the waist cord had been tied. Greg closed the gown over it and stepped towards the door of his room. I quickly stood up and entered my room, closing the bookcase behind me. There was a soft tapping on the door.