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Henry

By: magmaman



Sharon and I sat quietly as the preacher spoke somberly, telling the story of how Ginger, our next door neighbor had passed.

Henry and Ginger has been good friends and neighbors for close to a dozen years, we had many long chats over the back fence. It was fun to try and one up each other to have the greenest and cleanest lawns, the nicest flowers.

Ginger spent a lot of time out in the yard, at 65 she had snow white hair and well tanned skin from days in the Sun. She often wore halter tops and shorts that showed off how well she kept her body in shape, she really did look pretty good for an older lady.

Ginger and Sharon had one of those May and December friendships, Sharon was barely 33 at the time and Ginger was three decades older. They were almost inseperable.

Henry and I got along well, too, we spent many hours sipping drinks and watching our gals tease us, they both got a kick out of it.

I often noticed that Henry would be checking Ginger out, and also checking out my Sharon as they worked outside. Sharon had nice round breasts and a firm body too. At just 33, she was still snug. One thing Sharon loved to do was dress a bit on the naughty side when we went out, much to my delight. More than one hapless male got a good look at the tops of her well tanned breasts, and her dresses were short enough that she could easily offer up a peek at her thin panties, and even on a few rare situation the panties were missing.

Things like that yanked my chain pretty good, Sharon knew darned good and well it got me hot and she nearly always took advantage of that as soon as we got home.

A couple of times she even teased Henry out in the yard, wearing shorts that didn't hide much and halter tops that hung down to "almost" territory. I had noticed that Henry really seemed to like that, and after Sharon had teased him a few times I noticed that Ginger often did the same right back. One memorable day she had on some baggy shorts with very loose legs and she was on her knees. I could see all the way up the legs of those, there was a mass of black pubic hair and some hints of pink. Henry sat out on the swing on his porch watching my reaction, he seemed to get a kick out of it.

I got a pretty good boner going at that, Sharon noticed and teased me mercilessly about getting off on the little old lady as she put it. That was always private of course, she really did consider Ginger her closest friend.

They had a little black and white Dog, the thing had so mush hair that one end looked like the other. More than once I tried to stuff a piece of hot dog or a cookie up it's butt, there was just no way to tell.

One thing that Dog did that was funny was it kept trying to scratch at Ginger's back, even nipping at her. That just started one day and the damn Dog kept right at it. It never did that with anyone else, just Ginger. I happened to be surfing the internet and spotted an article about how some Dogs seemed to be able to know about diseases, things like that. I went stone cold when I read that.

The next day I looked outside and Ginger was pulling weeds, the usual halter top and shorts on. I went over and hopped the fence. I looked at her right ribcage as I walked up to her, there was a dark spot low down on her back about an inch across, right where the Dog kept nipping.

"Ginger, there is a spot on your back, I think you should have that looked at." I told her.

"Oh, it's nothing, it just itches."

I told her about what I had read, she looked at me oddly but didn't say anything more.

I was hoping I was wrong and it was nothing, but it turned out that the Dog was right and knew.

I was really going to miss Ginger.

Sharon felt really sorry for Henry, he seemed so lost and sad. Several times we had him over for dinner, and in a few months he did settle down and became Henry again. It was a bit of a tough time for him, we knew that.

Then Sharon was out clipping our hedges one warm spring day, she had on the top to one of her bikinis and a pair of white shorts. I didn't even think anything of it until I noticed Henry come out. He had a cup of coffee in his hand and he sat down on the porch swing to watch.

I looked over at Sharon, that top she had on left lots of her upper body hang out the top and the sides, but it was pretty tight so it was secure.

I got a glass of orange juice and wandered over to chat with Henry. We sat there quietly and watched Sharon work, clipping away at the stray branches.

"My Ginger used to look like that, you know." He said in passing.

"She looked like that right up to the last, we really miss her." I answered.

"Yes, quite a hole in my life. I used to love watching her, she liked to tease me."

"Sharon does that for me, too."

"I know. You are lucky. Sometimes I wish...." He let his voice trail off.

"Wish what?" I asked, interested now.

"Oh, it's just that Ginger knew me and she knew how much I liked watching her show off..I think you know what I mean."

"Yes, I think I do. Sharon likes to turn me on, too."

"My Ginger used to do things like that when we went out, too." 

"So does Sharon."

"I gathered as much, she does look nice like that."

I nodded, Sharon had set down the clippers and was now using the garden hose to water the plants. I got up and wandered back over to our house, giving Henry a wave.

Sharon came inside and I told her about our conversation, and that Henry was feeling sad.

"Want me to go cheer him up?" She grinned at me.

"Sure, why not?"

She went into the bedroom, and came back out in just a couple of minutes. She had changed into a bikini and there wasn't much of it. The top was so small she had to have the little triangles set just right or her nipples would show, the bottoms were a patch of cloth in the front and just a string in the back.

"YOW!" I said, reaching for her. But she squirted away, laughing at me.

"Later, big fella, I am going to go get some Sun." With that she marched out the door with a towel and bottle of water and lay down on one of our lawn chairs.

I headed up the stairs to our spare bedroom that looked out over the yard, I had used that many times to watch both Ginger and Sharon where I knew they couldn't see me. I know this doesn't make sense but it was more fun watching them when they didn't know it than it was when they were blatantly teasing Henry and me.

Sharon had stretched out on her stomach. Her behind looked to be naked with just the thin string back there, and her breasts were bulging out the sides as she lay pressed to the chair which she had laid out flat.

It didn't take long before Henry was back out there. He walked out on the porch, grinned and went back inside. He appeared again with a pitcher of what looked like iced tea and two glasses.

I heard him say something to Sharon, she leaned back and turned to look his way. I saw her reach up with one arm to tuck her breast back in, knew it had rolled right out of that tiny top. Henry was grinning ear to ear as he approached the fence. Sharon said something and then sat up. Henry opened the gate and walked up to her, handing her a glass and then pouring her a drink.

They talked for a couple of minutes, I saw him nod and then he picked up another lawn chair and set it down right beside her. They sat there and talked, drinking the tea for quite awhile.

I had to take a leak so I ran downstairs, then back up. When I got back Henry was sitting on Sharon's lawn chair, he had a bottle of oil in his hand and was spreading it on her back with the other. His hip was pressed right up against her bare fanny. I watched as he got to the small of her back and then stopped. She said something, he nodded and began rubbing the oil on her behind. She rolled her hips back and forth a little, letting her legs open a few inches.

Henry didn't miss a beat, he kept on spreading the lotion. Sharon looked to be almost asleep. Then I saw Henry scoot down towards her feet, he began rubbing the lotion onto her legs, He was using a slow sideways motion, then he bent her leg at the knees and spread oil on her calf. He lifted her left leg to reach down the sides, then set it down carefully. Her legs were now open even further. I watched as his right hand spread lotion all the way up the back of her left leg, then he leaned over.

Even from my vantage point I could see he was trying to look up between her legs at her crotch. I knew all that was back there was that string. Henry reached up and spread some oil on her right glute, pushing it sideways as he did so.

I knew that opened her up to his gaze, he did that several times. I heard Sharon actually let out a moan. Then Henry got up and went inside, he came back with more Tea a few minutes later. He sat back down in his chair, and they chatted some more. 

Finally Sharon rolled over, somehow she managed to keep her top in place. They talked some more, I was just about to go out and join them when she got up and headed for the house.

I was sitting on the couch when she came into the living room. She grinned at me.

"Henry is all cheered up!" She announced.

"I can just imagine." I said.

"You were watching, weren't you?" She grinned at me. No point in hiding, Sharon knows me very well.

"Yea."

"I figured. Henry is pretty bold, he spread my butt out so he could get a peek." She laughed.

"How much did he see?"

"Probably this much!" She lifted her foot and put it on the armrest to the couch. I looked down and the very end of the V of her bottoms just covered her clit, the rest was bare except for the string down the middle.

"That would be just about everything." I said.

"He seemed happy, though. He has been so sad the last few months."

"You could make anyone happy!" I told her as I tugged her down into my lap. She felt soft and slippery.

"Hey, next time we have him over for dinner, why don't you give him some fun?" I asked her.

"What kind of fun?"

"Oh, maybe wear something sexy, give him some peeks."

"Oh. Sure, why not?" She laughed. 

"I hope we don't kill him off."

I called Henry the next day, asked him over for steaks the next Saturday. He said sure, he seemed bright and happy. I had the steaks thawed and the barbeque running when he came through the gate with a bottle of wine. We cracked that and had a few glasses. We were into the 2nd glass when Sharon came out.

She had outdone herself, she had on a light blue halter top that was transluscent and no bra. Her nipples we right on the edge of being fully visible. Her navel was bare, the tiny ring glistened in the light. The levi skirt she had on was rough at the hem, it looked like she had cut it off. It was so low on her hips that we could see the swell of the top of her pubic mound.

"Starting without me, huh?" She laughed. Henry poured her a glass, she sat down in a chair right across from us and crossed her legs. I just got a flash but I was pretty sure there were no panties.

I was real sure of it when a minute or so later she spread her legs slightly and leaned forward to get up. The hem slid clear up above her pussy and for a moment it was right there, naked. Then she stood and it slipped back down.

"I hope you guys don't mind, it is hot out today." She smiled as she went back inside.

"I don't think we mind at all!" I told her. She gave me a sly look over her shoulder.

"Sharon is so beautiful." Henry said.

"Yes, she is that." I answered.

"My Ginger used to tease me all the time, she knew it took a lot to get me...you know? Going?"

"Since I am older."

"Well does Sharon get you going?" I grinned.

"Yes, she sure does."

"Do you want to see more of her?"

Henry looked over at me.

"Yes, I would like that very much."

"Then just ask her."

"You won't mind?"

"No, it's fun."

He nodded, there was a moment when he had a faraway look on his face, then he brightened as Sharon came back out. She had a giant bowl of pottao salad. Henry got up and helped her, he set out some plates and I got up to turn the steaks. Everything was ready so we sat down at our picnic table to eat.

"Dan and I were talking while you were gone." He told her.

I was grinning ear to ear, wondering how he was going to approach this.

"Oh? About what?" Sharon asked, innocently.

"You. And how beautiful you are."

"Why, thank you."

"We were wondering if you might be willing to show..even more?" 

"Show more? I don't have very much on right now. How much do you want to see?" She teased.

"All of you would be very nice."

"All of me?" She took a bite of the salad, she was enjoying this.

"Yes, that would be so nice."

"OK. Later, inside?"

He nodded.

"Just one thing."

"What's that?"

"You guys, too." She grinned.

Henry looked at me, I looked at him. We both shrugged.

"Ok."

Dinner went quickly. We didn't even clean up the mess. Sharon looked at us as we sat in the easy chairs in our living room.

"I suppose you want me to dance?"

"That would be nice." Henry said.

Sharon touched the button on our CD player, soft music came on. She stood there for a moment, then just tugged the tie on her top and shrugged it off. Her breasts were all but bare anyway, but now they were fully bare. She swayed to the miusic for a few minutes, then she looked at me with a wicked look on her face and reached down to her skirt. One flip of her fingers and it slipped down her legs. She stood there gloriously naked. Henry and I sat there and drank that in.

"Well?"

"Well, what?" I asked.

"I show you mine, you show me yours."

I reached down and undid my jeans, slipped them down and off my legs. I looked over a Henry, he reached down and tugged his off, too.

My jaw dropped.

His erection pointed straight up, the thing was a good 10 inches long and as big around as a pop bottle. It curved to the right, the head on the thing was the size of a big plum.

I looked at Henry and then at Sharon. She stood there looking in surprise, too. Then she got down on her knees at his feet.

"Can I touch......? She asked.

"If it's all right with Dan."

She looked at me, I just nodded. Her hands came out and wrapped around him, her fingers barely reached. He leaned forward and stroked her breasts, one at a time. Her hand began to bounce up and down with a mind of it's own. In just a couple of minutes his head tipped back and he let a load fly into the air. She seemed to come back to her senses then, got a sheepish look on her face.

"I didn't mean to...." She said, looking at me. Then she scooted over to me and wrapped her hand around my erection, in short order she had me blasting off, too.

We all lay there, I knew that Sharon had not orgasmed but I also knew I would get to that later. Finally Henry pulled up his pants, he thanked us and left.

I took Sharon by the hand and led her to the bedroom. I first licked her to orgasm, then as I managed another erection I slipped inside and we had a long sweet session of lovemaking.

"So how did you like the cock Henry has?" I asked her later.

"I couldn't believe that, that thing is monstrous!"

"You probably wish I had one like that, huh?"

"No way! That thing would have to hurt like hell."

"That was fun, did you like him looking at you naked?"

"That was fun, plus he saw me the other day, too."

"Maybe you shouldn't let him oil you up like that, because next he will be fucking you."

"No. I won't let it go that far." She said, sounding like she was somewhere else.

We slept that night in each other's arms. Showing off was fun, harmless and a turnon. Plus it made old Henry feel good and forget about his wife. I just continued on like always.

It was perhaps a week or so later, I saw Henry out clipping weeds, so I wandered over there.

"Hi, Dan! Hey I have someone for you to meet." He went to his side door and called out. A woman came out, smiled at me. She looked to be about 50 or so, and it was easy to tell that she was in good shape. The top she had on was thin and her heavy breasts hung down braless, her nipples made large bumps in the cloth. She had on a pair of white shorts that showed off her legs, even her stomach looked muscular. The whole package looked very good to me.

"This is Mildred, she is going to be living with me now. She is a neat woman, we are good friends." He grinned at me.

"Say, would you and Sharon...maybe like to come over for dinner this weekend?" He asked.

"Sure, we would like that," I told him, smiling at Mildred. 

"Henry says you guys are lots of fun!" She said, giving me a wicked grin. I smiled right back, nodding. Then she went back inside.

"Wait until you get a good look at this one!" Henry leaned over and whispered to me. "I bet I can talk her into returning your favor."

Well, now. I was thinking that this just might be very interesting.

Henry



A tale of introducing a little variety into a loving couples married life. He wasn't keen, but she was insistent. Could have turned nasty, but my regular readers know that I don't like unhappy endings. 

+++++++++ 

It was the speed that it all happened that stunned me. My wife, Jules, had only broached the possibility at breakfast that morning, and here we were, me perched nervously on the edge of bed, holding her hand like any loving husband might, while she lay there naked, panting, breasts thrusting out, and legs wide apart, with Henry, bloody Henry, about to plunge his eight inches inside her. 

How on earth did I get myself into this situation?

Who's Henry?

Who am I?

Maybe I'd better go back a few hours.

Well, I'm Malcolm Letters, Malc to my friends, thirty-six years old, two more than my beautiful wife Jules, who I'd been married to for the last nine years. They'd been good years both financially and socially, and yes our sex life was pretty good as well. Got a bit stale perhaps over the last year or so I would have to admit, and that's where our, or maybe my problems started.

"We've got to be a bit more adventurous with our sex life Malc," Jules surprised me with at breakfast that morning as I was buttering my toast. "It's always been good. It still is good. But we need to spice things up a bit."

"Sounds fine to me Jules," I responded with enthusiasm, as I added a thick layer of Yummy marmalade, imagining the things that we could get up to, that till now she had drawn the line at. Sex in the park came to mind, as did some more adventurous role-playing. Visions of me with my hand up Jules's skirt in a crowded restaurant slipped through my brain, and even my favourite fantasy, for the pair of us to go ..... No hang on ---- No, even I wouldn't really do that one. Damn it though, I'd even try anal if that's what she wanted, though it'd never particularly appealed to me personally.

Then Jules announced what she actually had in mind, and I .... I .... Well I gulped. Not exactly what I had expected. Not at all. Damn it ---- Fair put me off my toast, it did.

"Jenny does it," my wife informed me, referring to her best friend. "And David doesn't seem to mind at all. Claims it's made their sex life so much better."

"I'm not David!" I reminded her. "I'm really not at all sure about this."

"Oh come on Malc," she chastised me with a giggle. "Any number of my friends are into it. It's no big thing these days."

SHIT! What was this bloody world coming to?

And that's how I found myself later that afternoon, sat there at home on tenterhooks, my stomach queasy, wondering how the hell she talked me round, while Jules, all dolled up, mini skirt and high heels and all, was down at the shopping centre on the prowl.

The shopping centre? Yes that's what I queried. But Jules assured me that that's where her friends went on a Saturday afternoon when they went looking for what they needed. I rang my pal Dave, that's Jenny's husband of course, and he must have thought I'd gone round the bend as I tried desperately to bring up the subject. For Christ's sake, how do you start a conversation like that? What do you say? How do you phrase it? How do you ask a guy if he can't fully satisfy his missus and she has to resort to ... Well to ...... Oh shit ---- I can't even put the right words down in writing! Fortunately my embarrassment was saved as he cottoned on to what I was on about. 

"Oh," he laughed when he realised what I was trying not to talk about. "You mean Leroy!"

"Leroy?" I cried out in astonishment.

"Yes Leroy," he confirmed, apparently totally unconcerned. "At least that's what she calls him."

Well, the name Leroy conjured up only one possibility, and to be blunt, only one colour.

"This Leroy," I mumbled my words as confused as my mind by then. "This Leroy is ..... Well, sort of ....."

"Black!" Dave helped me out with. "Yup ---black as the ace of spades."

"And you're OK with that?" I queried.

"Why not?" he answered me nonchalantly. "Black, white, what's the difference?"

"Big I suppose?" I queried cautiously. Dave seemed to be incredibly relaxed about the whole thing, but even so, I didn't want to risk upsetting him.

"Bleeding huge," he grinned back. "Twice the size of my cock."

"Bloody hell," I muttered, more to myself than aloud, recalling from our showers after rugby together, that Dave didn't seem to be any slouch himself in that department.

"Don't you get jealous?" I went on. "Doesn't it give your male ego a bit of a bashing?"

"Did a bit at first," he admitted thoughtfully, no doubt thinking back a little. "But Leroy wasn't the first. Her first was called Tony. Jenny picked him up last year when we were in Italy on holiday and I have to admit I was a bit peeved when she bought Tony back to our hotel room without warning me first."

"That must have been difficult," I consoled him.

"It was," Dave sighed. "But she let me watch the first time and I quite got off on it. Hasn't worried me so much since then."

"How often?" I asked somewhat nervously, aware that once my Jules did it once, then by the sound of it, that wouldn't be the end of it. "Like, Jenny and this Leroy --- How often?"

"Not sure Malc," he responded, cleverly covering any jealously that he surely must still harbour somewhere. "Once a week or so maybe. I quite like to watch from time to time, but who knows what she gets up to when I'm not around."

"But Dave," I almost pleaded with him, desperately wanting to him think like a real man. "Doesn't that make you, like, well, like a cuckold?"

"I don't see it that way," he responded. "To be honest Malc, my Jenny seems to need sex more often than me, so Leroy sort of lets me off the hook from time to time."

Bloody Hell!

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My telephone call finished, I sat there, my insides turning, wondering how long she'd be before she came back, hoping that nothing would catch her eye, and she'd come back alone, empty handed as it were.

My hopes were dashed!

Not more than forty minutes after she'd left the house, her car pulled back into her parking slot and in she came, all smiles and giggles, her lovely blue eyes shining with anticipation.

Then she introduced me to Henry, though I can't say as I was overly impressed to be honest. 

Introductions made, somewhat more formally than were necessary as far as I was concerned. Jules made me say hello to Henry, which made me feel damn stupid. She then grabbed Henry with one hand and me with the other, and dragged the pair of us up to our bedroom, hardly giving me time to get used to the idea. Perhaps just as well?

Without so much as a 'by your leave', Jules stripped off completely, giggling away happily, bare tits swaying, assuring me that I was really going to enjoy it.

What? Enjoy watching her with that damn Henry? I ask you.

Henry was just sat there on the chair by the bed, looking like the prick that he was. That was it! A prick. Nothing more than a prick! I already hated him.

At least Jules had the decency to ask if I wanted to have first dibs as it were. You know, a quick fuck before the real show began. I refused. I wasn't happy. I'd let her have her bit of fun and then we'd see what we'd see.

Then it started!

Henry was all over her, tits, pussy, the lot. But it wasn't long before he was exploring inside her, and with a gasp from my Jules, he was in her. In her right up to the hilt Henry was. All damn eight inches of him.

Jeeeeesus!

Jules kept tight hold of my hand, her other hand desperately clutching at Henry and urging him into her. Jules was squirming around, her legs thrashing about wildly, her mouth wide open in clear ecstasy. If that wasn't bad enough, then bloody Henry started humming. Yes humming! I ask you ---- humming ---- who would ..... Who could ...... What could I ......! Humming, I tell you. Fucking humming!

Still, by then, Jules was squealing. Squealing and screaming like I'd never heard before.

At least I'd never noticed before!

Then again, my Jules always had been a bit of a noisy sex partner. She woke her parents up one night before we were married when she should have been in her own bed. 

Different time --- different story!

She did look good though. Sort of beautiful and erotic all at the same time. It was quite a new experience to sit there and watch my loving wife have a hard cock being thrust in and out of her, that wasn't mine. Watching Henry's wide girth as he plunged in between her hot, wet pussy lips. Watching Jules go rigid, her eyes bulging, fighting for breath as Henry bottomed out inside her, unfortunately somewhat deeper than I'd ever reach.

I can't truly say that I was happy with what was going on, but had to confess that the voyeur in me was having a whale of a time. And I was hard. Or rather it was? Not eight inches of course, but what I had was betraying any last claims to the moral high ground.

Then Jules grip on my hand tightened, and her squeal became a long drawn out wail, which echoed round the walls of the room. Beads of perspiration formed on her forehead, she arched her back making her lovely tits stick out and she drummed her heels hard into the bed as she lost all control. She orgasmed! It was beautiful! I watched in awe as my wife's whole body shook in passion from the pounding that she was getting from Henry. If I got to watch this from time to time, then maybe I could be sold on the idea. 

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Jules took some time to come down from on high, her breathing slowly slowing down to near normal, the rise and fall of her firm breasts reducing. With a shiver, she reopened her eyes and smiled up at me.

"I love you Malc," Jules whispered up to me. "Are you OK? Was it OK for you honey?"

"Fantastic Jules," I replied huskily. "I'm surprised, but it was just as good as you said it would be."

"Your turn now lover," she urged me, tugging at my trousers which somehow or other had mysteriously become undone, and within moments I found myself astride her, licking at her tits while my dangly fella slipped up and down her wet slit, threatening to follow where Henry had just been.

"What's that damn humming?" Jules demanded just as I was about to do the dastardly act, nigh on putting me off my stroke.

"That's Henry," I reminded her.

"Oh of course," my wife giggled. "Where is he?"

"On the floor I guess," I answered, not having noticed where she'd dropped the bloody thing. 

"Turn the damn thing off Malc, will you," Jules demanded. "I can't concentrate with that thing still running.

"How do you turn it off," I asked, feeling around blindly under the bed to find Henry. 

"There's a switch on the side," she informed me as I located it, and silence, at last, reigned once more.

"Why Henry?" I queried as I lined myself up again.

"My first boyfriend at school when I was seven," Jules chuckled. "He kissed me once at a birthday party and it frightened him so much that he never talked to me again."

"What about Leroy then?"

"Oh God," Jules burst out. "You know about Leroy?"

"Dave told me," I admitted, a little warily.

"Well Leroy was a guy that Jenny and I knew when we were teenagers, a long time before I met you. We both fancied him like mad and all the girls said he had a ........ Oh .. Ah .. Oh God that feels so wonderful Malc."

One way of cutting off a conversation that you weren't too keen on hearing.

"Oh my God Malc," she cried out a few moments later, her fingers gripping at my back. "The real thing is so much better than that lump of plastic plastic."

Now that's a conversation that I would be keen on having.

Not just at the moment though ---- I'm a bit busy right now!

++++++++++ 

I'm sure I didn't fool all of you, but I hope you went along with the ride anyway. 



Henry



He stood before her in his baggy, grey jogging bottoms, which hung loosely from his huge ass. There was no visible waist to help keep them up and folds of the material lay bunched around his hefty ankles. His feet were bare, revealing both the dry black skin that covered them and the dirty uncut toenails that were their end. The only other item of clothing he wore was a once white t-shirt, in desperate need of a clean. It covered his upper chest but failed to contain his obese stomach, which, covered in sweat, drooped flabbily over his elasticated waist band. A mass of wiry black and grey pubic hair was clearly visible below his navel, so too was the outline of something thick and pendulous behind the stained cotton covering his meaty legs. There was too, a rather unpleasant odour of stale piss and perspiration around him! He ordered us into the hallway and, stretching a broad arm out in front of him, pushed the door shut.

'So this is Jarvis' little play thing is it?' he grunted. 

His breathing was heavy and laboured, due without doubt to the 20 odd stone he carried around with him!

'Yes, Sir!' my wife answered, looking up at him hungrily. She was definitely going to enjoy giving her body and soul to this man mountain. I could see her gorgeous pale blue eyes taking him in. His smell, and the sheer anticipation of lying underneath him and being smothered by his flesh would, I knew, already be causing her pussy to lubricate itself. 

'And you're the Hubby I presume? You got the video camera?' he enquired.

'Yes! Where will we be filming?' I asked nervously.

'In a minute, boy!' he replied angrily, 'I want a good look at the goods first. Right , Darlin' Let's see you!' he demanded, putting on his glasses so that he could see what he was going to use for the next 2 or 3 hours. His tongue licked at his lips and his right hand disappeared into his pants as he took in the sight before him.

Jackie was wearing an incredibly short, white cotton skirt, flaring out at the bottom, underneath which were white fish net hold ups. The slight bulges created where the elastic gripped her creamy white thighs were just visible. She had on a pair of 6 inch heels as ordered by Jarvis, to elongate, he said, her slightly chunky calves. Her skimpy red top was fitted tightly, accentuating her curvaceous tits and lovely arched lower back. Her smooth, soft, 46 year old belly remained open to view. Her silky blonde hair was tied tightly back and around her neck was the black collar, with the word 'Slut' emblazoned on it, which I had been told to buy for her. Indeed that was exactly what she looked like --a slut!

'Lift your skirt for me, Darlin' -- or should that be Slut?' he then said.

You decide, Sir,' she meekly replied. 

She loved this role now, and when the urge overcame her, she would abandon herself totally to it, without reservations. Jarvis it was who was solely responsible for her new, almost split, personality. Most of the time she was my loving, flirty, but loyal wife, who always remained in control. But when Jarvis called, and this was happening more and more frequently, she would revel in complete subservience to him. She would obey without question every command -and enjoy it! Just as long as she was stretched by thick cock. She would do things with him that she would never even contemplate at home with me. And me? I loved every minute of it, though with Jarvis my role was reduced to observing and being humiliated rather than taking part. The thing was, I wanted it that way!

'Slut it is then.' he replied,' Now as I said, lift your skirt so's I can see your ass!'

With both hands she lifted the hem and Henry beamed lustfully at the white G - string that returned his hungry gaze with the message, written on the gusset in large black letters, 'Slave to Black Cock'.

'That's just what I've heard Slut! And you'd better be good or I'll never invite you again. Got that?'

'Yes, Sir,' she replied immediately,' I won't let you down,' and she curtsied low to stress the subservience that I knew she felt and indeed craved at times like this.

'Now turn around and show me this greedy white ass that Jarvis loves so much!'

She did so and then added, 'Shall I bend over for you, Sir?'

'Yeah do that!' he demanded. 'Hubby, go set the camera up in the lounge will ya. We'll start on the armchair.'

As I turned to go I heard the first loud SLAP, as his hand made firm contact with my wife's fleshy ass. I turned back to see him follow that up with 5 more in quick succession. Each one harder than the last. Her ass cheeks wobbled invitingly and the impression of his hand and each finger were clearly visible. Jackie remained bent at the waist, waiting for her next instruction.

'D'you want more, Slut?' Henry asked.

'Whatever will make you happy, Sir!' 

I wanna beat that ass real hard......but later ....and I think I'll use my belt. Would you like that?' As he said this I could see his erect cock pushing even more prominently at his trouser leg. It looked impressively large in both length and girth.

'Very much, Sir. Will you beat my tits too? she pleaded.

'We'll see, Slut! Now, get down on your hands and knees!'

She dropped immediately. As she did so, I quickly made my way into the lounge and began to set up the video camera. I don't know how much Jarvis had told him about my role or what he expected of me but I was ready, like Jackie, to obey him.

Within a minute Jackie appeared crawling on all fours, the knees of her white stockings and her palms already soiled by the dirt from the threadbare carpet that covered the floor. Henry's massive bulk followed close behind, his eyes fixed on her ass and his right hand squeezing his ever growing cock through the material of his joggers. A wet patch, newly formed, was clearly visible close to where the head of his cock must have been -- and it was spreading!

'Stop there!' he ordered, placing one foot firmly on the small of her back. 'Hubby, make sure you can get the whole chair in shot and then fetch me a beer from the fridge!'

I checked the view --finder and, satisfied that no adjustments were necessary, stepped out into the kitchen. Whilst locating and opening the beer for Henry, I could hear some muted exchanges between the 2 of them, but couldn't make out what was said.

As I returned, I was greeted with the awesome sight of my wife, still on hands and knees and with that luscious ass of hers, pointing directly at the camera. But that wasn't the best part. Henry was seated in the armchair looking down contentedly as she flicked eagerly at the toes of his left foot with her tongue. She stole a glance at me and half-smiled but Henry berated her immediately, 'My toes, Slut! Not him. Concentrate on my toes!' He then stretched out the his big toe and demanded that she,

'Clean it properly!' 

Jackie redoubled her efforts taking the whole of the filthy digit into her mouth and slurping away, occasionally smacking her lips as if savouring the taste.

'You getting this, Boy? Get in close and take some stills too!'

I zoomed in just in time to see him lift his right foot, revealing its unwashed sole, and to hear him say, 'Now, Slut -- lick it! Slowly... for the camera!'

I thought that I detected a slight hesitation on her part but it was only momentary, for the next moment her tongue was again out, and she took a first long lick from heel to to toe, groaning as she did so! While she continued to lick his foot, Henry leaned over and lifted the hem of her skirt. He then peeled down her G-string to just above her bent knees. She wiggled it in anticipation of his next move. Then, with one hand he spread her ass cheeks as wide as he could and slapped her asshole hard with the other. She flinched, but did not stop licking. He repeated this 7 or 8 times and then switched to her cheeks. Each received another 8 hard slaps, leaving them once again red.

Leaning back, he picked up his already empty beer bottle and smeared the neck with his saliva. 'Hold still now, Slut! I'm gonna stretch your little asshole. You just keep lickin'. Try between my toes now, they're filthy!'

She did this immediately.

'Push your ass out!' he barked. 

It was fascinating then, to see the hole pout as the sphincter pushed outwards. Henry started to push hard and the neck slipped easily into my wife's little asshole. Jackie stopped licking and moaned! He twisted the bottle as he pushed and attempted to get more of it in. 

'You like that, Bitch? Want more?' he teased, and then pulled it out without waiting for her response. 'No, I'm not a sadist! I don't want to damage you!'

Though he had removed it, her asshole was still open, drips of beer dribbling out, down, and around to her shaven cunt, where they collected together before dripping onto the stained carpet beneath her. I wondered how much more it might have to stretch if he decided to fuck it later. And there was surely little doubt that he would!!

'Fetch us another beer, Hubby!' he then said. 'And stop the camera for a bit!'

I returned quickly from my errand and found Jackie sitting back on her haunches watching avidly as Henry, now standing up with his back to her, started to pull down his trousers.

His ass was wide and his thighs were like tree trunks. His once white, but now greying pants, remained in place.

'Right, Slut, sniff my ass through my pants!' And to make it slightly easier for her, he bent a little at the waist. Jackie shuffled forward on her knees and pushed her face into the material where it spanned the cleft between his cheeks.

'Breathe deeply, Slut. Can you smell my sweaty ass? Can you?' he asked.

'Hmmmm!' was her muffled reply.

I hope you like it 'cos in a minute you're gonna lick it clean for me!' With that he grabbed the back of her head and pressed it as hard as he could into the material. 

'Kiss those filthy pants, Slut!' and he relaxed his grip to allow her to comply.

'Lick them!' he ordered, and she eagerly obeyed. With the tip of her tongue she made a series of little flicks over one of the bigger, darker stains that covered the material.

'Good, Girl!' he said.' Now lie down flat, hands at your sides. Hubby, get a cushion that she can rest her head on.'

I took a cushion from the chair and, lifting Jackie's head, placed it beneath her neck.

'Comfortable, Slut?' he asked.

'Yes, Sir!' she replied, her eyes intent on his every move.

'Hubby, set the camera rolling again, this will be good!'

I stepped over to the camera and re-focused it on Jackie's prone body. 

Henry stepped out of his joggers completely and straddled her body, his feet either side of her slim waist. He then peeled down his grey pants to just below his knees. 

'Look at my ass, Slut!' he said and then with a hand on both cheeks he pulled them apart to reveal, to Jackie's lustful gaze, his unwashed asshole. 'Ever licked a fat, black, 60 year old ass before? Course you haven't! Well enjoy! I haven't washed it today so you'll save me the job! Now stick out that little tongue of yours!' he demanded. 

I watched from behind the camera, my cock fully erect at the sight before me. I was about to see a huge, sweaty, black ass descend onto my beautiful wife's face!

'Come on, stick that tongue out further, Slut!' he said. Jackie did, and opened her mouth a little too! Then, cradling his huge ball sack and rapidly growing thick cock, now revealed as the monster it truly was, in one big hand, and holding them out of the way, he began to lower his huge frame down over her face. He hovered for a second, inches above her nose, and let out a loud fart. The smell was awful, but Jackie showed nothing, just maintained her focus on the stale asshole inches from her face. Finally he lowered himself down fully and his black flesh smothered her.

'Now eat, Bitch! Eat every bit. Lick my crack and push your tongue right inside!' He laughed as he said it. 

He remained there for about a minute before lifting off a touch, whereupon he told her to stretch his hole open with her fingers and push her tongue in deep. She eagerly obeyed, making little contented moans as she did so!

'That's it, Slut, clean my dirty black ass.'

Looking through the camera, I hadn't yet seen a good view of what my wife was actually worshipping. I desperately wanted an image to hold for later. Thankfully Henry solved this little problem moments later. 

Standing up, he removed his pants completely and knelt on the armchair, huge legs apart. He had his great ass pointing directly at the camera now. I could also see his thick, meaty, black cock hanging down and his heavy cum filled balls. He was hard but still hanging down. It looked so thick, with a foreskin still not fully retracted. God would Jackie love being fucked by such a massive cock!

'Hey Hubby put the camera on auto and come here!' he said.

I moved towards him quickly.

'Now spread my ass cheeks for your little wife!' he added.

As I did so, I could see how hairy his asshole was. It was slightly distended too, no doubt from where Jackie's tongue had probed it. The hairs were similarly grey, black and very wiry. I could see Jackie's saliva sitting both in the hole and clinging to his matted hairs. There was a stale smell emanating from it! My cock was rock hard now as I awaited his next request.

'Spread it wide.....that's it! Now, Slut, get your tongue back into my ass and eat!' He pushed out as he said this, opening the hole a little more, and I could feel the sphincter push with my hands. 

Jackie clambered to her knees and, after a momentary glance at me, bent her head to her task. Before she could get her tongue back in though, he stopped her and said,' 'Sniff deep!'

This she did! Then he added,' Open your mouth wide and put it right over my hole. Make it air-tight, Bitch!' 

Jackie opened wide and bent her neck down. She took a few seconds to settle and finally her lips fully enclosed his ass. 

'Right, Slut, I'm going to fart straight into your mouth. I don't want to smell any of it. Got that?'

Jackie mumbled a response which was obviously a, 'Yes!' because she didn't move!

Then Henry strained and let out a long fart straight into Jackie's willing mouth. She coughed and choked, which allowed some to escape, but remained for the most part, suckered to his hole. I could smell little but what I could smell was pretty foul!

'Good, Girl! Did you enjoy that?' he taunted. 'Now lick my ass some more. Hubby, keep it stretched wide for her!'

Jackie pushed her tongue through the rough hairs and started to flick around the opening. She stretched her tongue out as far as she could and I'm sure it was to enable me to get a clear view! Her mouth made constant appreciative moans as she lapped at his asshole. 

'Now, Slut push your tongue in as far as you can and suck with your mouth!' he urged. 

She obeyed immediately.

'That's it! Push harder!' he egged her on.

What he said next almost made me cum. It also prompted Jackie to start fingering herself through her panties.

'Can you taste my shit yet, Bitch? Do you want to taste my shit? Do you want me to shit in your compliant little mouth? Would you like that? What about you, Hubby? D'you want to watch me shit in her mouth?'

I was speechless! Jackie said nothing, just continued to eat his asshole. I don't know if he meant it or what she would have done if he had decided to really do it, but the decision was soon taken out of her hands, because he said,' No, Bitch...at least not yet. Maybe at the end of the night- if you've been good! It is tempting though. Has Jarvis ever made you do it?

'No, Sir!' she answered, sounding almost disappointed.

Did she really want to push herself that far? I knew already that I'd love it!

'I'll have to tell him then, 'cos I know he'd be up for it if he knew that his little bitch was willing! What about you, Hubby? Perhaps I could make you kiss her with her lips smothered in my shit! Think you'd like that? Course you would!' he taunted. 

'Eh don't worry. Nothing's gonna happen that you don't want to happen. You're here voluntarily after all. Now, Bitch you can stop licking now. I need a piss and you're coming to the toilet with me!

Henry stood up, pendulous cock hanging down between his massive legs. Jackie stared, seeing it properly for the first time. It was covered in thick veins, and the wrinkled foreskin just covered the helmet. It was, like Jarvis' very thick, but it was also very long and still, no doubt, had some way to go before reaching its full magnificence! It swung slightly as he bent to pick up his underpants and Jackie watched its every move, her hand still working away frantically inside her panties, anticipating no doubt both the pleasure it would soon be bringing her and the ordeal of taking its full girth up her tight little asshole!

'Open your mouth, Slut and get that tongue out again!' he demanded and Jackie duly obliged, whereupon he exposed the stained gusset of his pants by stretching them out in both hands, and offered it up to her mouth.

'Now lick it with your whole tongue. Taste my piss from earlier. Treat it like an aperitif for the main event in about 5 minutes!' he added laughing.

Jackie wasn't averse to piss games and when the mood took her, she loved me to piss in her cunt after a fuck. It would always make her cum very quickly and she loved the way it 'Filled her up'! However, though I was always keen to piss in her face, she wouldn't let me and she would certainly never dream of taking it in her mouth. 

What exactly was he intending to do? Piss on her? Piss in her mouth? What's more what would she do?

'Right, Hubby we're going into the bathroom but you'll have to stay down here. Don't worry we won't be long! Play with yourself or help yourself to a beer. Don't think your wife will need one though!' he laughed. 'O.K, Slut - off you go. Get up those stairs.'

She started to stand up but he quickly corrected her. 'No! On your hands and knees!'

She set off, and as she did, Henry grabbed the waist of her skirt saying, 'You won't need this on!' and as she crawled away, it gradually removed itself. By the time she reached the door only her red top, collar, panties, shoes and fish net stockings remained -- and what a sexy sight it was. Henry's cock certainly thought so, as, by the time he too reached the door, it was sticking ominously out at right angles to his immense stomach! 

About 10 minutes had passed, during which all I had heard, as I stood cock in hand at the bottom of the stairs, were some giggles, muffled comments and shuffling of feet, when Henry shouted, 'Hubby, come and have a look -- and bring the camera!'

As I entered the bathroom, which I could see immediately was not particularly clean, I saw Henry sitting on the toilet, slowly rubbing the shaft of his huge cock, now surely approaching full erection! I followed his gaze and eventually saw Jackie! 

She was kneeling in his bath, now clad only in stockings and collar! Her sodden wet top was draped over the side and a steady drip of yellowish liquid was pooling on the floor beneath it. The bottom of the bath itself was covered, albeit only just, with a similar yellow liquid -- Henry's piss! 

Scanning up from Jackie's knees I could see that her thighs, cunt, belly and tits were soaking too and piss was steadily dripping from her nipples. I could hear Henry laughing behind me but I could also hear a sucking sound. As I finally took in Jackie's face, I knew what that sound was! She was sucking hard at the gusset of her own panties which were themselves soaked in Henry's piss!

'Right, Hubby turn on that camera and close in on the slut's face! We're going to record this for Jarvis. Slut, tell the camera what we've been doing!' 

I zoomed in on Jackie's face and pressed 'record', then she removed her panties from her mouth and began to speak to the lens.




Henry



'Sir ordered me to climb into the bath and put in the plug. After that, he told me to kneel and open my mouth wide. He was going to piss in my mouth and wanted me to drink every drop. I told him that I didn't really want that because I had never tasted piss before. He wasn't happy and so he asked me if I was sure I wouldn't do it. When I said 'Yes I am', he told me to get out and go home. I wouldn't, he said, be getting any black cock tonight 'Oh please, Sir,' I pleaded 'I've got to have your cock in me. I can't go home without it, please I need your thick cock in me!' I then suggested that he could just piss all over me. But he still wasn't happy. 'No, Slut. You have to taste my piss or you get out!' he said. 'But, Sir?' I pleaded with him. Then he told me that if I at least tasted his piss and swallowed some, he would let me stay - but only this once! Next time I would have to drink all his piss. He told me I would have to learn to love the taste and the time to start was now.'

'That's right!' Henry interrupted. 'Good Slut. Now carry on. Make sure you get it all Hubby!'

Jackie did as she was told.

'So Sir stood in front of me and pointed his big hard cock at my tits. It was too hard and wouldn't flow out so Sir had to squirt it at me. It sprayed out so hard and splashed everywhere. Lots hit my chin. I loved seeing his strong yellow piss shoot out! Then he pointed it at my panties. He made me turn around and pissed all over my ass. It felt soooo hot and dirty -- I really wanted to drink it for him but I just couldn't! After he'd finished, Sir shook the drips in my hair. Then he told me I still had to get some in my mouth. He told me to take off my panties and suck the piss out of them into my mouth and swallow it. That was what I was doing when Mark came in!'

'Now, Hubby,' Henry then said, 'Zoom out and get a good shot of the bath!'

I gladly complied!

'Right, now zoom in on the sluts face again! Slut, suck some more piss out of your panties and tell Jarvis how much you like it -- he'll love that!' 

She sucked lewdly at her gusset and then said, 'Henry's piss taste so bitter -- it burns as it goes down my throat. It's hard to do it but I will learn to do it properly and make you happy!'

Henry laughed loudly and said 'Now, Bitch get out of the bath. Hubby get out, because I need a shit before I fuck this slut and you aren't watchin'. Slut, you're gonna kneel in front of me and suck my cock while I shit -- got it!' 

'Yes, Sir!' she replied with a huge smile on her face!

I left and stood listening outside the door. 

'Pull my foreskin back, Bitch and clean the head with your mouth.' 

There was a pause as she obeyed his command and then he said, 'Ooooh that's it. That's a good, Bitch. Now push your tongue down the hole and see if you can taste any piss!'

'Mmmmm!' was the only audible reply.

Then I could hear Henry start to strain and his voice became more of a growl as he said, 'I'm shitting now, Bitch. Want to see? I think you should! Do you want to see it hanging out my asshole? I think I should make you kiss my shit. Make you lick it! What d'you say, Bitch?' 

I heard her mouth release his cock head with a plop and then she answered with, 'I'd love to do that for you, Sir but I'll have to build up to it!' 

She was in earnest now and added, 'The thought really turns me on and makes me so horny. I so want to drink your piss and worship your shit -- just give me time, please?'

'Okay, Bitch -- but next time I expect more from you. For today I'm just going to make you look at it and push your head into the bowl and breathe in the stink when I've finished. Got that? Then I'm going to take you into my bedroom and pole your throat, cunt and asshole with my cock! Oh and you are definitely going to eat every bit of my cum -- aren't you?' 

'Sir, just try and stop me!' she answered. 

'I might just do that, Slut. Make you beg for it!'

I heard 2 or 3 splashes and then the sound of Henry's huge frame lifting itself off of the seat. 'Now, Slut,' he said, 'Get your head down that pan and sniff deep! Take a good look at it too and imagine kissing it and licking it. Imagine sucking it like you sucked my cock - 'cos believe me that's what you'll be doing very soon!'

My own cock was rock hard as I wanked it slowly trying to picture what was happening on the other side of the door. I didn't want to cum - just keep myself on the edge. Doing that, always enabled me to enjoy my wife's ever more degrading and debauched acts even more. Certainly Jarvis, her true Master, would be deliriously happy with her efforts here. She was only here because of him. Henry was a good friend and they shared a love of white cock slaves and of course the thickness of cock with which to achieve it.! Henry would, Jarvis had intimated, be the first of several 'auditions' for Jackie in preparation for her first group session with multiple black cocks. She though was to judge their suitability, for, outside of her sexual urges, she maintained her independence from Jarvis himself. She was only his slave when the urge was on her. Once satisfied, we would return home to our normal married life for a week or so until her, or should that be our, cravings started again! Each meeting with Jarvis resulted in her reaching new levels of degradation. She needed to be pushed, forced. She could always refuse to comply, but as Henry had threatened earlier, she could then be sent away without getting the thick cock her body needed -- such a scenario was now unthinkable to her.

So was she really in charge? The whole situation was all so confusing now! Was she a slave to Jarvis? Or a slave to her own desires? Regardless, Henry would tick all the right boxes- overweight, thick cock, domineering, unclean, and more importantly, able to push her limits still further, as demonstrated by his desire to see Jackie pay homage to his shit! Yes, Henry would definitely fit the bill!

The door was then opened by Henry who said, 'Right, Boy get some of this on film!'

Jackie's head was in the toilet pan as ordered and she was inhaling deeply the foul stench of his shit, which pervaded the whole room. She retched one or twice but continued to breathe in deeply. 

Henry's cock was now fully erect and it jutted out at right angles to his huge stomach. The foreskin was fully retracted to reveal its wide, pink mushroom shaped head. Like Jarvis', his cock had thick bulbous veins along its length which would only increase further the intensity of Jackies' inevitable string of orgasms. His heavy balls- hopefully full of thick glutinous sperm - were now tight. He was ready to fuck her! 

'Now, Slut,' he said, ' The way I see it is this. I'm going to fuck your cunt for a bit now and make you cum while your head's down my toilet and you're inhaling the stench of my shit! You've got to just keep breathing it in. The more we do it -- you'll begin to react a bit like Pavlov's Dog! Your warped little mind will begin to associate the smell of shit -- my shit at least -- with cumming and your own pleasure. The smell will become desirable to you and you'll want it - positively seek it. Then just imagine the fun you'll have with 5 or 6 of us.' 

With that he knelt down behind her and tried to feed his cock into her cunt, which was already dripping wet. The angle of her body was causing a problem for him, so he pushed at the small of her back to force her ass up and out. However with her head still in the toilet, this made little difference.

'Lift your head up, Slut!' he demanded.

She obeyed instantly -- grateful perhaps for a momentary relief from the smell, unconditioned as she yet was!

I could see now just how much he had done. 3 long turds. The last sitting above the water line and creating much of the stench. 

'Now, stand up, bend your knees slightly and get your head down, back in the toilet then stick out your ass,' he ordered, and to help her he pushed down on the small of her back. Her body shape was now, it seemed, perfect for him!

'Slut, pull your cunt lips wide open for me..........that's it!'

Then slowly he started to push his magnificent thick cock into her willing, hungry cunt. Her lips bulged beautifully and then the head disappeared, practically sucked in by her. 

'Keep sniffing my shit, Bitch!' he urged - and she did, inhaling loudly to please him!

He started to push more of his thick cock into her cunt, thrusting hard. He was so thick though, that clearly it would be some time before he fed the whole length into her. Each time he pulled back, he dragged half her insides out with him. The inner pink lips were exposed briefly to my eyes before he pushed in again. Jackie moaned in absolute ecstasy with each thrust.

'Oh that's so fucking good. Your cock feels so big , Sir! It's stretching me so wide! Fuck me like the slut I am. Get it all in please, Sir. Push in hard!' she said.

'Shut up, Bitch -- don't say a word. Just sniff my shit. If you want all my cock , you've got to earn it!' With that he pulled his cock right out. It exited with an audible 'plop', leaving Jackie's cunt open and distended. 

'Oh please, Sir....' She began to beg but was interrupted sharply with a loud slap on her ass.

'I said shut up, Bitch. Hubby don't you train her properly? You useless fucker! 'Look up at me!' 

She immediately obeyed.

'Did you enjoy smelling my shit?' he asked.

'Yes, Sir, I loved smelling your shit.'

It was incredible listening to her. So wanton. So depraved. I desperately wanted to see her go further -- and, as I now realised, join her. But now wasn't the time. I would have to approach Jarvis. He knew about my need for humiliation. Next time we met I would tell him of my own desires. He loved humiliating me anyway and I felt sure a new dimension would be welcomed by him.

Henry then reached his huge right hand round to his own ass and ran his forefinger along the hole and through the mass of hair. Bringing it back round, he held it in front of Jackie's face. It was smeared with a coating of brown shit. A small lump was adhered to his knuckle and it was slowly beginning to slide down to the web of his finger.

'Open your mouth, Slut. You're going to eat this for me, or you're gone!'

'Please, Sir....' she began.

'Open up -- now!'

Incredibly her mouth opened and she watched wide-eyed as his finger moved towards it.

'Hubby, watch your wife eat my shit. Stop touching your little cock and film it for Jarvis.'

I picked up the camera and focused it on her open mouth.

'Now, Bitch tell Jarvis what you're going to do and how much you're going to love it!' he ordered.

' Master, I want to please you and Henry by sucking the shit off of that finger and eating it but I just can't. I have sniffed it deeply and I promise that I will try hard but I'm just not ready yet. I want to be ready and I will be ready next time. Tell me what to do to prepare myself and I will do it. Please just give me time, please, Sir?' she implored the camera.

'Bitch, get that tongue out now! he demanded .

Reluctantly, seemingly resigned to her fate, she did so. I could see tears in her eyes and her arms and lips were visibly trembling.

Henry, slowly, savouring every moment it seemed, moved his finger towards her lips and then, suddenly, he began to laugh, 'Ha-ha, Bitch -- don't worry. I won't make you ...this time! But we've got your promise on film now. Next time you will eat shit from my asshole. Old Henry, and Jarvis too probably, will tell you how to prepare yourself and you'd better fucking do it. Hubby will have to help you and he will. He's loving it!' 

Henry then wiped the shit from his finger with some toilet roll, leaving though some residue under the nail He then offered it to Jackie to lick. She opened her mouth again and he pushed it in right to the base. 

'Purse your lips!' he said, ' I want to fuck them with my fat finger!'

She did as asked and he plunged his finger out 9 or 10 times before releasing it.

'That's better, Bitch! Now, Hubby, we're going into my bedroom now. Fetch the tripod from downstairs and set the camera up at the bottom of my bed.

As I left I heard him say, 'Get those pissy stockings off now and then crawl into my bedroom. When you get there I want you to start sniffing the sheets. Breathe in the stench from my filthy body. I'm going to clean up my asshole. When I get in there you'd better be face down on those sheets, got it?'

'Yes, Sir!' came her eager response. It was followed by a sharp smack as Henry slapped her ass to send her on her way. 

As I descended the stairs I could hear her knees shuffling quickly along the landing. She was so desperate to have his thick cock in her now, having had a little taster.

I couldn't wait to see his huge body squash and smother her on his stale bed. Couldn't wait to see him stretch her cunt and ass wide open. Couldn't wait to watch as he fed her with his cum!

As I started back up the stairs I heard a succession of loud slaps. He was beating her ass again -- and hard! He was relentless, one after another rained down on her skin. He continued whilst I excitedly set up the camera.

Jackie was face down on his bed, the crumpled sheets of which were grey and stained with what was presumably Henry's piss and cum. The whole room lay heavy with the stench of rancid sweat. Pornographic magazines littered the floor, hardcore magazines, the covers of which betrayed Henry's obvious sexual preferences -- namely, it seemed, pissing, shitting and interracial gangbangs. The pages were well thumbed! Clothes too were strewn around the room, including several pairs of heavily soiled pants. Would he be tempted to use these I wondered? 

Henry continued to beat her ass. With each stroke her body was forced into the bed, and as it bounced up again, it was met with yet another hard slap from his huge right hand. Her cheeks were crimson, but she didn't complain. Then he stopped and said, 'Hubby, pass me the belt off of those jeans on the floor, quick!'

Jackie lay inert as I did so, breathing heavily and grateful no doubt for this brief respite. 

'Right, get the camera rolling, Boy. Bitch, I'm going to beat your ass now with my belt. 20 strokes on your ass and then I'm going to beat your tits!'

'Yes, Sir,' she answered, 'Thank you, Sir!'

Jackie had always enjoyed having her tits slapped a little by me, but Jarvis had conditioned her to take much harder punishment on her still gorgeous breasts. He had used his hands at first but progressed to a paddle and just recently, like Henry now, had taken to using his leather belt.

'How many do you want, Bitch?' Henry asked.

'As many as you like Sir!' she answered, breathless with anticipation.

'Another 20 it is then. Right face down, Slut! Ass first!'

Jackie rested her face back onto the bed, whereupon Henry climbed on and placed his huge ass onto the back of her head, forcing it down further. He wrapped the first 6 inches of the belt around his huge fist and then began to hit her very hard. The sound was incredible and each slap left a red stripe along each cheek as he alternated, first left cheek, then right. After 10 strokes, he let her head up for a second so that she could take a breath and then pushed it back down again, saying, 'Open your legs, Slut. I want to beat your thighs.'

Jackie opened them for him immediately and he proceeded to lash the inside of her thighs -- 5 on each leg. I could see her beautiful white flesh ripple with each stroke and I heard a muffled whimper from beneath Henry's great sweaty ass.

He climbed off and pulled Jackie up by her head.

'Now, Bitch hold those fucking tits up for me!' 

Jackie looked him in the eye as she obeyed his command and almost defiantly, through gritted teeth, urged him to, 'Beat my slutty tits and mark me!'

He wasted no time and began to lash out with his belt. Several times he caught her hands as well. He clearly enjoyed it and each stroke appeared and sounded harder than the next. Jackie had tears in her eyes and her nose was running, but she looked him in the eye throughout. 

When he finally stopped, panting heavily from the exertion, her tits were covered in red stripes some slightly raised. No skin was broken, nevertheless it was a more brutal beating than Jarvis had so far carried out on her.

'Say thank you, Slut!' Henry ordered.

'Thank you, Sir. Did I do well?' she answered.

'Not bad, Bitch -- but there'll be more next time. I might have a go at your cunt. Would you like that?' 

'Whatever you want, Sir!' she said.

'That doesn't impress me, Bitch. I wanted you to eat my shit, but you failed. How do I know you won't fail again?'

'Please, Sir, believe me -- I've never refused a beating and I will eat your shit next time. Master Jarvis knows that I always keep my promises!' she continued.

And she was right. She had never reneged on a promise with Jarvis. Mind you, rarely had she refused to do anything in the first place, so desperately did she need his huge black cock in her and so persuasive was Jarvis himself. 

I knew why she hadn't eaten his shit. It was because she had a phobia about being sick and it tended to override everything. Quite rightly she assumed that eating shit would probably make her sick -- so disgusting was the act. But if her Master (or was it now Masters?) wanted her to do it, she would find a way and be ready for Henry's demands next time.

Henry now told Jackie to lie back on his bed and lift her legs right up and back over her head. She looked so fucking sexy as she waited for Henry to mount her. His veiny black monster stood out now, rigid and at an angle of about 70 degrees to his huge belly. Impressive indeed for a man of 60! He knelt between her splayed legs, and with his right hand began to feed the monster into her eager cunt, which was soaking with her own juices. The huge head pushed in easily and caused Jackie to moan immediately. With the first push, about half of its full length disappeared, stretching her labia wider than I had ever seen before. With his next thrust, my view was completely obscured as his black flesh smothered her and pushed her down into the mattress. It bowed alarmingly under his weight and Jackie was clearly finding it a struggle to breathe. Nevertheless her only response was to wrap her arms as best she could around his massive ass and urge him to, 'Get it all in -- fuck me hard- split my slutty cunt with your gorgeous black god!'

Henry started to thrust ever harder now. Sweat glistened on his black flesh. 

'Oh that's so fucking lovely. Fuck your little slut hard, Sir!' Jackie moaned.

The contrast between her white skin and his blackness, between his immense frame and her slightness was incredible to see. I now had my own cock out again and was wanking it carefully -- I still didn't want to cum yet!

Jackie, within a minute, was enjoying the first of what I knew would be a succession of fantastic orgasms. Though she could hardly move beneath him I could hear her obvious groans and see her eyes glaze over. Sweat now broke out on her own skin mingling with that of Henry, who continued to drive his cock into her. 

'That's it, get it all in -- oh fuck...' she moaned, 'I can feel your hairy balls slapping my ass -- oh that's incredible. Mark -- he's got it all in -- oh fuck!' Then she orgasmed for the second time!

Suddenly Henry stopped and slowly withdrew his slimy cock. He ushered me over to have a look. The shaft was smothered in my wife's cum and as he withdrew it completely, her hole remained wide open and gaping. Her lips were splayed wantonly and I could see right up inside her. It was unbelievable!

'Please Sir, I need more!' she said.

'I'm going to ass fuck you now, Slut. And you better cum whilst I do! Old Henry's going to stretch your asshole wider than it has ever been before! I hope you've had a good shit today or it'll be coming out your mouth by the time I've finished with you. Oh ...and if you get any shit on my cock -- you will be eating it -- be sure about that, Bitch!' he said. Then he continued, 'Hubby get some of that KY from the table over there!' and he pointed to it. 




Henry



I brought it over and had just started to hand it to him, when he interrupted with, ' No...get some on your fingers and smear it around and in the slut's asshole. I'll never get my cock in there without it. Slut....get on your knees and spread your ass as wide as you can!' 

Jackie jumped up and eagerly complied with his demand. She was going to love this ordeal. Jarvis had been fucking her ass regularly for months now and it was suitably stretched, but Henry's cock was wider and her ass would be pushed to new limits. She looked fabulous: head down low, beautifully arched back and sumptuous, white, soundly beaten ass spread wide by her immaculately painted red nails. She pulled her ass cheeks as wide as she possibly could, making the hole open a little and whimpered, 'Please, Sir I need your wonderful thick cock up my asshole now. I need you to stretch me wide open and fill me to the balls!' 

As she finished, a long gelatinous strand of her cunt juice dripped out and settled on the sheet below -- she was so desperate, physically and mentally, for Henry's anal assault now! She was too at peak days -- perfect for breeding, though of course she was still on the pill!

I squeezed the tube and a long sausage of jelly curled onto my fingers. As I moved them towards Jackie's hungry asshole, I could see that it was already distended. Henry was staring at it whilst wanking his brute of a cock, hard - the end now shiny, satin smooth and dripping with pre-cum. I pushed 3 fingers into my wife's asshole and rotated them smearing all around it. She moaned and I then felt her sphincter relax, opening the hole further to both Henry's and my gaze!

'Now hubby go sit over there, behind the camera -- make sure it's running! Then you can wank your little cock while I ream out slut's asshole!'

I did as directed and then sat down, cock in hand, to watch my wife's asshole getting stretched. Henry though paused again and squeezed the engorged head of his cock between thumb and forefinger causing more precum to ooze out onto his fingers.

'Here slut have a little aperitif of old Henry's sperm before you eat the main course. Lift your head off of the bed!'

This she did and then Henry stretched out his hand in front of her face, opened his fingers and said, 'Get your slutty tongue out and lick my fingers clean, now!'

She didn't need telling twice! She lapped at his thumb and moaned her appreciation before curling her tongue around his forefinger and finishing off her 'starter'.

'Mmmmmm thankyou , Master. Can I have some more?'

'Later, Bitch. You liked Henry's sperms then? Better than Hubby's eh?'

'Oh I've never eaten his!' she answered, ' It's too weak and runny. Not thick and full of real sperm like yours!' and as she said this she looked over at me and smiled.

Henry then grabbed her head and pushed it hard into the bed once again.

'Actually, Hubby, come over here....come on!' 

I got up and moved towards the bed once more.

'Kneel down. Keep wanking your cock and watch closely as I feed my cock into your wife's asshole!' he ordered. 

I watched wide eyed as he pushed his helmet towards Jackie's waiting hole.

'Stretch those cheeks wider, Bitch!' he demanded -- and she did. Slowly the head started to disappear. Jackie's moan was muffled but audible nevertheless. Her sphincter opened ever wider and as the head reached its widest part with just the engorged purple ridge remaining, her groans grew in intensity. She lifted her head slightly and groaned, 'Oh it's so thick! It feels so fuckin' good -- push it all in please, Sir!' 

Then with one thrust the helmet disappeared completely, followed by half the shaft!

Jackie screamed and put out her left hand to stop it going in further. 'Wait , please, Sir. Let me get used to it slowly!' she pleaded.

'What the fuck!' Henry shouted and pulled his cock out completely. 'Don't try and stop me you fuckin' Slut. Do that again and you're out. You got that?' he continued.

'But....!'

'I said do you understand, Bitch?'

'Yes, Sir.' was her whimpered reply. He really was pushing her to her limits. I knew she must have been desperate to take it all in her ass but not all at once.

'Right, Slut, let go of your ass. Hubby, in there,' he barked, pointing at the top drawer of his bedside cabinet,' you'll find a pair of handcuffs. Get them and cuff her hands behind her back. I'll teach the little slut for trying to hand me off!'

I did as directed. Jackie was really going to find Henry's weight difficult to cope with now! 

'You can keep her ass spread for me now -- no more wanking that little cock of yours!

Keep the slut's ass cheeks spread as wide as you can and watch closely as a real man fucks your wife's asshole raw!' he continued with a lewd, mocking grin on his face!

'Sir, please, the handcuffs are a little tight. Can...'

My wife's protests were cut short with an angry growl from Henry, 'Shut the fuck up you fuckin' slut- Hubby, get those underpants from the floor and stuff 'em in her mouth!'

I let go of her ass cheeks and bent down to pick up a filthy pair of Henry's pants. They, like their owner, stank of stale piss and cum and had large stains covering front and back. 

'That's it -- now ball 'em up. Slut, open your fuckin'mouth wide!' 

She complied without a murmur but just as I moved to push them into her mouth, Henry stopped me again.'Wait! Slut, tell me what you want! Tell me that you want your Master's piss stained pants in your mouth. Tell me you want to suck on them!'

'Please, Sir your bitch wants to suck on your piss stained pants- may I?' she responded.

'Of course, Slut! And I want to hear some sounds of appreciation as they go in. Do it Hubby!' Thereupon I proceeded to push them into her mouth. She managed a long muffled moan in order to please Henry.

'Now get back here boy and open up that ass!'

Henry pushed immediately, the huge head disappearing in one go. Again I watched rapt, as her ass stretched and then retracted back around his girth. He continued to push hard and the whole of his cock went in up to the balls. A stifled scream came from my wife and her body tensed -- but there was nothing she could do! Henry then proceeded to pump as hard as his huge overweight frame would allow. On each outward stroke, Jackie's ass would be dragged back almost inside out, before the next inward thrust made it disappear again. Her body responded though with a series of intense orgasms - she always came endlessly when her asshole was filled with thick black cock. I could see her head thrashing around and her moans, though muffled by Henry's pants, grew in intensity. Sweat poured from Henry's body as he continued to pound ever harder at Jackie's asshole. The hair too, draped down my wife's back, was wet with sweat as well as the piss from earlier!

Henry's intensity grew and his thrusts were so powerful that Jackie's body could hardly stand up to it, yet even with hands handcuffed behind her back and with nothing to help support his huge bulk, she didn't collapse, only continuing to moan through what seemed like endless orgasms, I could see the tension in her thighs and the sweat pouring off of them.

Now Henry grabbed her hair and yanked her head as far back as he could, shouting,' I'm gonna fill your fuckin' slutty wife's asshole with my black seed!' There followed a guttural almost primeval groan from him and his body tensed as he released his semen into the depths of Jackie's bowels. 

Finally his thrusting stopped! No-one moved or said anything for a few seconds, until the black giant let go of Jackie's head, which flopped, practically lifeless, onto the bed, and began to withdraw his cock. As he did so, he ordered me to get, 'real close', and look inside at the mess he had made of her insides. 

Jackie's wide distended asshole seemed reluctant to let go of its filling but when it did it gaped wider than I had ever seen it before. Wider even than Jarvis' had done!

'Keep the sluts ass open with your hands! Can you see all that cum in there boy?' 

'Unbelievable!' I replied.

'Do you want to toss youself off into it too,Hubby?' he continued.

'Yes please!' was my urgent response.

'No fuckin' chance! Tell ya what though, when the slut eats my cum you can wank while you watch. Now go downstairs and get a black plate from the kitchen! You, Bitch, stay like that until he comes back.'

On my return, I found Jackie still on all fours but now her hands were free and she was sucking and licking Henry's still semi-erect cock clean of her ass juices -- and she was clearly loving it.

'Look at your wife cleaning her ass off of my cock. Now, Slut tell Hubby what you're gonna do now!' he commanded.

'Oh, Mark I've got to squat over that plate and push out all my Master's thick cum from my asshole and then I have to lap up every bit -- and I can't wait!' she purred.

I had to reposition the camera in order to capture clearly this seemingly ultimate degradation of my wife and with both it and plate in position, Jackie climbed off of the bed and while Henry stood over her and held her hair in his huge hand, she squatted over the plate.

No wanking yet, boy! Not ' til she starts to eat. Now zoom in!' he said.

The view would please Jarvis immensely. Jackie's whole body was visible but only Henry's huge legs and of course his hand with my wife's head in its grip. Naturally, in view too, was his thick cock already hardening once more.

'Now, Slut push!' he demanded.

There followed a series of splurting sounds as Jackie's asshole released the air that had been pumped into her. It seemed to take ages before any cum appeared, so deep had it been emptied into her, but finally it began to spray out. There was so much and it was so thick! It dangled before dropping and pooling magnificently on the black plate -- a perfect frame for this masterpiece. Some came out with such force as she pushed that it flew up into her pubic hair and stayed there in long glutinous strings.

'Get your fingers in there and empy it all.Slut!' Henry shouted, releasing her head from his grip and grasping his own, now fully erect, black monster.

Jackie complied, then pleaded,' Can I eat it now, Sir?'

'Not good enough. Try again!' he answered.

'Can this little slut please lick up her Master's thick sperm?' 

'Better!.....Go on then!' he said.

Jackie moved to pick up the plate, but was stopped by Henry. 

'No, you fuckin' Slut, get your head down there like a dog!' he ordered, 'And keep your eyes on the camera for Jarvis!'

My wife did as she was told, bent her head and, looking straight into the camera, and therefore at me too, began to lap with her tongue at the mixture of Henry's cum thick and white and her own ass mucus which had speckled his seed brown in places.

Both Henry and I began to pump our cocks as we watched. I came quickly at the incredible sight before me. Henry though was not so urgent. 

Jackie continued to slurp at the mess on the plate, swallowing greedily as she went.

Finally the plate was clean and there remained only the strings in her pubic hair, which she pulled off and held up to the camera, before tilting her head back and dropping it into her willing mouth. 

'Hmmmm -- so lovely, Sir. Can I have some more? I'm still hungry.' she begged.

Henry grabbed Jackie's head and began to drag her out of the room. 'Bring the camera, Hubby!'he sneered.

I did so, taking it off the tripod, and followed him as he dragged her to the toilet again.

Once there, Henry positioned Jackie's head next to the toilet seat and ordered her to watch. Then he began to pump his cock. In no time at all his head erupted sending gouts of thick white ropey sperm across the toilet seat, Jackie's face and the floor. As his orgasm subsided he squeezed at the helmet forcing a final long string out, which dangled invitingly for my wife. She moved her wide open mouth underneath, extended her tongue and delicately took it in. He ordered her to clean his head and then said, 'Filming, Hubby?'

I nodded a reply. 'Good. Right you fuckin' cumslut, lick all my black seed from that seat and look into the camera as you do. Make it clear that you're enjoying it too!'

Jackie needed no second invitation and, looking directly into the lens she bent her head and began to lap up Henry's cum. She licked at some and slurped loudly at other times drawing the glutinous mess into her eager mouth. 'Mmmm thankyou, Master,' she drooled. 

Having cleaned the seat Henry then drew her attention to the residue on the floor. She bent her head to the task but before she could start, Henry rubbed his foot in it and then offered it to be cleaned. Jackie, now rubbing herself again, licked every string from his foot and came again as she did.

'You really are a fuckin' black cock whore aren't you. I think I'll keep you for the night. I'll really stretch that asshole for Jarvis then. Hubby you can fuck off now. She's staying here. Obviously you don't mind do you?' he sneered looking threateningly at me.

'I'm not sure. We don't usually....'

'Shut the fuck up!' he interrupted,' I ain't gonna hurt her. Jarvis owns this bitch. He sent her to me to be stretched and prepared for more degradation and I aim to do just that. I'm tired now and need sleep. This bitch is sleeping in my bed. If you want you can sleep downstairs. Whatever you decide, she is staying here -- ain't ya, Bitch!'

Normally after a session with Jarvis her need was sated for a week or so and she regained full control of herself. I felt sure that she would tell him soon that we would be going home together. She didn't! She simply got up, said 'Sorry Mark. You go home. I'll ring you tomorrow when Henry has finished with me.' Then she walked back to Henry's bedroom and climbed onto his bed. 

There you go, Hubby! She'll be fine. She can tell you all about it when she comes home tomorrow. Meanwhile you better get that film off to Jarvis as quick as you can.' 

With that he turned and headed to his bedroom. 

'Night night,' he whispered as he shut the door, leaving me alone. 

This was a new chapter in my wife's hunger for black cock. Was she in any control at all anymore? What would Henry be doing to her in the morning? I couldn't wait to find out!



Henry and Elena: Fitting Room



The aroma of fresh brewed coffee hit Henry as he walked into the kitchen carrying his empty cup. Elena was standing in front of the coffee machine, watching him shuffle to the sink in his pajama pants. She gave him a smile when he looked up at her. The clink of the mug against the sink made his heart beat faster. He hoped she didn't notice as he wrapped his arms around her. Her short robe parted slightly, exposing the tops of her breast as he began to kiss her neck. 

"I need to get some new pants," he informed her between kisses.

"You know you can't be trusted in a store alone," she replied, closing her eyes.

"I know, I was wondering if you wanted to offer your fashion services so I don't embarrass myself. Besides, I don't want to be stuck making returns if you don't like what I get." Henry tried to keep his affect calm, not wanting to alert Elena of his ulterior motive. His mind was spinning as his plan fell into place and he knew she could feel his dick hardening against her.

"That's fine, I didn't have anything to do today other than to be lazy."

"Mmm," he moaned, kissing her. "I was planning on leaving in an hour."

"OK, I'm gonna grab a cup and take a shower." She broke their embrace, turning around to fill her mug.

"Sounds like a plan." Henry watched Elena's ass sway as she left the kitchen with her coffee. He smiled, feeling like a boy keeping a naughty secret. 

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"Elena, come take a look at these," Henry called from the fitting room.

Elena walked quickly towards the sound of his voice. When she approached, he grabbed her arm, pulling her into the stall with him, swiftly shutting the door behind her. He kissed her, his hands furiously undoing the pants he'd just tried on. 

The fitting room felt less private than the bathroom at the coffee shop. The sound of zippers and rustling fabric echoed in the stalls. Henry could hear voices asking for opinions and different sizes. The noises increased his anxiety, making him feel rushed. The fear of getting caught mounted upon him, but the thrill of Elena's hand grabbing his dick outweighed it.

Elena was wearing a short royal blue dress that set off her latin looks. He loved the way it hung on her curves. His hands pushed the material up as he grabbed her ass, squeezing the lace encased cheeks and pulling them towards him. 

He positioned her in front of the mirror. Elena watched as he lifted the dress over her head. The fluorescent lights bounced off every contour of her body. She stood in her black bra and panties as Henry kissed her neck, trying to imagine how he viewed her. He unhooked her bra and she let it fall to the ground. His hand ran over her panties, feeling her wetness through them. Elena pushed her hips back, grinding her ass against his erection. Knowing the effect she had on him made her want to please him more. She placed her hands on either side of the mirror and looked back at him, smiling. 

Henry pushed her panties down and slipped into her. He did his best to ignore the other people he heard, focusing his attention on Elena in the mirror. The mirror was a retreat, a movie allowing himself to picture their encounter without the buzz of the other shoppers. He watched her breasts bounce as he thrust into her, urging him to touch her. His hands reached beneath her, one teasing a nipple, the other on her clit. 

Elena bit her lip, trying to stay quiet as Henry rubbed her clit. Her pleasure mounted- he knew her so well, which way to touch her, how quickly, and when. It felt so good to have someone know her desires and be willing to try new things with her. Henry continued watching her in the mirror: she'd closed her eyes, willing her own silence. 

He bent over her body, biting her neck. Her eyes shot open in surprise, but she maintained her silence. If he wanted to break it, he would have to try harder. The sounds of his fellow shoppers disappeared, the pop music blasting through the store melted away, as he focused on making Elena moan just once. 

Henry placed his hands on her hips and stepped back, still thrusting into her but forcing her to drop her arms from the wall. He grabbed her arms, pulling them behind her. Elena's back arched, her face registered surprised, but somehow she continued to be silent as she bit her lip harder. He badly needed to hear her, some recognition. He thrust into her deeply as he considered his next move.

Henry pulled out of her, almost getting an auditory reaction, then spun her around to face him. Kissing her, he stepped towards the mirror until her back was pushed against the cold metal. He hoisted her body up, impaling Elena on his cock, trapping her against the mirror and his body. 

His hips ground into her as her arms wrapped around his neck, her legs around his waist. She continued biting her lip but her muffled whimpers rang in his ears. The sound set forth a tidal wave inside of him, ushering his release. Henry continued gyrating his hips against Elena as he came, hoping the friction would allow her to finish. 

His legs felt weaker and he set Elena down. His fingers replaced his cock, pumping into her pussy as his thumb teased her clit. With his other hand, he pulled Elena in for a deep kiss, running his tongue along the confines of her mouth. 

He was rewarded with another moan as her body spasmed against the mirror. Her breath caught in her throat and she pulled her head back from him, leaning against the mirror, eyes closed. Elena's sigh echoed in the small fitting room and her body relaxed. She opened her eyes, feeling like she'd woken from a relaxing sleep. Smiling, she began looking for her clothes.

"I like those pants. They look good on you." She teased, as she slipped her dress back on. "Did you want me to see if they have a different color?"