0 comments/ 100309 views/ 1 favorites Making Up For Lost Time By: TurboTits The ink wasn't even dry on Lisa's divorce papers and she was out looking for cock. She was waiting for one of the elevators in the courthouse when the doors opened and there stood six very large, menacing deputies. She stood there for a moment temporarily stunned when suddenly one of the deputies said: "Well, cunt, are you getting on or not?" "Oh, yes, of course. I must have been daydreaming." Mumbled Lisa as she walked into the elevator. The deputy by the control panel asked what floor she wanted. "First floor, please." Said Lisa. The deputy, not one to miss a great opportunity, pressed the stop button instead. The only thing going down would be this cunt to her knees. The deputies immediately surrounded Lisa. "What can I do for you boys? Asked Lisa with a big smile. "It sure looks to me that you have some concealed weapons in that dress. What do you say, boys?" said one of the deputies. "Yea, she does at that. Pretty big weapons." Chimed in another deputy. Lisa looked at all of them with a smile and said: "Well then, boys, perhaps you'd better do a very comprehensive strip search on me. You never know what I might be hiding in my tight holes. Would you like me to strip for you?" "Nope. We'll do that for you." Said another as he grabbed her thin cotton summer dress and ripped it right down the middle. "Pretty cheap fabric if you ask me." He said as he held the dress in his hands. He threw it in the corner. There was Lisa standing completely naked not making any effort to cover herself. In fact, she put her hands behind her head and started swinging her tits around as she spread her legs and leaned against the wall. "Oh, baby, those swinging tits are going to get me dizzy. Man, those are really fine hooters you got there. What size?" Lisa smiled and said: "Well, these really fine hooters are a mere 44 EEE and they sure do come in handy." "On your knees, cunt, and let's see what a cock sucker you are. First me and then all my buddies here." Said Deputy #1 as he pulled out his hard cock. The other deputies already had their hard cocks out waiting for some action. Not one to pass up a hard cock, Lisa immediately stopped swinging her hooters and got on her knees. She especially liked to suck cock so this was one of her favorite positions. She wasn't sure if she could get that cock all the way in but this guy looked like there would be trouble if she didn't. She sucked on the head of his cock first and little by little she was getting it in. Deputy #1 wasn't satisfied with the slow cock sucking he was getting so he yanked her hair and forced her head so that Lisa got the cock all the way in. She momentarily gagged but then relaxed her throat. Then she started sucking it furiously, getting his cock all the way down to his balls. She was loving this big cock. Her mouth wasn't getting tired which was a good thing because there were still five more cocks to go. Then he shot his cock off and some of the cum spurted out her mouth. She licked her lips and got it all and then said: "Next!" Deputy #2 was right behind Deputy #1 as he pulled out. His cock wasn't as big but it was pretty thick. Before she sucked his cock into her mouth, Lisa said: "Oh, boys, you know I do have a nice cunt and ass if someone wants to fuck me while I am sucking cock." "No way, babe, we do things very orderly here. First you suck cock, then it's your cunt and then your ass. Then we take you downstairs for further processing." Said Deputy #1. "Well, whatever." Said Lisa very casually and went back to her cock sucking. All six deputies got their cocks sucked dry and then it was round two, the cunt fucking round. Deputy #4 said he wanted to go first because he didn't like sloppy cunts and Deputy #2 said he wanted to go last because he loved fucking hot, cum filled cunts. They told Lisa to stand up. They pushed her against the wall and with one deputy on either side, held her legs spread open. Lisa put her hands behind her head thrusting her monster hooters out. The two deputies holding her up each grabbed a tit with their free hand and started milking. "Will you look at the size of this tit? I really need both hands to get a grip on it." Said Deputy #6. Deputy #1 said: "You will get your chance later to use both hands when we get her downstairs and tit fuck her." Lisa was having a great time accommodating all these cocks. She actually was wishing there were more cocks available. "Hey, guys, are there more deputies in the courthouse today? I'm still game for more." "Will you listen to that slut!" said Deputy #4. "Don't you worry, you hot slut. For the next few days, or for as long as we decide to keep you here, you are going to be getting all your holes filled. And, we have three shifts here." Lisa was wondering how she lucked out to have gotten into an elevator with all these big, horny cops and here she was with her legs spread and getting her cunt fucked. Since her cunt was pretty well lubricated most of the time, she never had trouble. As each cock was rammed in, she would squeeze her cunt muscles to make a very tight fit. It was squeeze and release, squeeze and release. After the second cock had shot into her cunt, she was filled with enough cum that as each cock came out, she was squeezing hot, bubbly cum out too. It was quite a sight and quite a feeling. By the time the sixth cock was pumping in and out, cum was sloshing in and out of her cunt and running like a river down her legs. After the cunt fucking was done, it was on to the ass fucking. They let her legs down and told her to face the wall and stand away from it at arm's length while spreading her legs. She didn't have any trouble spreading her legs wide. That was a position she loved. With her bending over away from the wall, her tits hung free and swung back and forth as she moved. The deputies were enjoying the action of her free swinging tits as they each took turns grabbing her nipples and bouncing her 44 EEE tits. "Ass fucking time!" yelled Deputy #2. "Hey, look at all the cum she's got running down her legs. It's dripping all the way to her knees! Doesn't she look great! Let's add to her ass." With that, he rammed her cock into her ass. "OOOOOOOhhhh YES!!!! I love my ass being pounded." Screamed Lisa! "More, more, more…." Now the deputies were pinching her nipples while they were bouncing her free swinging hooters. Lisa was in her own little world enjoying all this attention when she was jolted back to reality by the deputies turning her around and pushing her against the wall. "Now listen, slut," said Deputy #1. "You are under arrest for trying to bribe an official." They grabbed her arms roughly and cuffed her wrists behind her back. Her huge 44 EEE hooters stuck out invitingly and bounced up and down as the elevator suddenly stopped at the basement floor. Two deputies pulled her out by her arms and hurriedly walked down the hall. As she had to run to keep up with them, her hooters bounced wildly. They were now in the basement where the squad room was headquartered and the only guys around were cops. As they passed the cops in the hall, they would let the each of them grab her tits and suck on them and bounce them in their hands. The deputies were getting pretty horny as they watched all the tit sucking and handling. They decided to let the next cops sample some cunt. While Lisa's wrists were still cuffed behind her back, the deputies picked up her legs and spread them wide like she was sitting in a chair and stood there waiting for the next cop. It didn't take long. "Hey, buddy," said Deputy #3. "How about some nice hot cunt? It's free today. It's only been used six times this afternoon and the bitch wants more cock. How about these big hooters? Want to get your mouth on them?" Lisa's legs were not the only thing that was spread. Word quickly spread that there was a cunt available for all in the squad room. "Hey, what about my dress back there in the elevator?" asked Lisa. Deputy #1 said: "What dress? We got on the elevator and there you were standing naked up against the wall with your hands behind your head, swinging your tits with your legs spread wide showing us your cunt. I'd say besides trying to bribe an official, we could add charges of lurking in the elevator preying on poor unsuspecting cocks." On the side he told Deputy #6 to get rid of the dress just in case. "What are you complaining about? We're going to let you keep those knock-me-down-and-fuck-me high heels of yours. Makes you walk so your big hooters can bounce real nice. Besides, you wanted more cock, remember? And that is exactly what you are going to get. In your mouth, your hot, tight cunt and that real tight ass. You're going to be with us for a long time so just consider this your official police business uniform." There weren't any more cops coming down the hall so they put her legs down and were back to walking fast, making Lisa practically run to keep up with them, all the while her hooters bouncing wildly. Lisa, getting out of breath as she was running yelled: "You bastards. Let me go. You can't do this to me." Deputy #1 calmly said: "We can't do this to you? Aren't you the one who wanted a strip search? You little whore. You had a thin little dress on with no panties or bra. I'd say you were on the prowl for some cock, and baby, you are going to get it!" Lisa knew she was going to get fucked whether she liked it or not. Wait a minute, she had just signed the divorce papers finally getting rid of that no good husband of 25 years who never wanted to fuck. Who was she kidding? She was going to make up for lost time pretty much in just a few days. Think about that…a quarter of a century of almost no fucking made up for in just a few days. What an opportunity for her cunt and ass. All these horny cocks ready and more than willing to fuck her silly! "Oh, Deputy, could we stop for a moment? I'd like to discuss something with all of you." Lisa sweetly said. The deputies were surprised at her sudden change of attitude so they stopped to see what the cunt had to say. "Ok, babe," he said. "What's on your mind?" She told them about her many years of a fuckless marriage and how she was now hot to trot with anyone they had in mind. "Anything goes, guys. Want me to be a permanent squad room whore? Perhaps whore me out for parties? You guys could make some big bucks with my ass. You just have to make sure I am well taken care of. What do you say? My equipment is in excellent condition and previous to today, very rarely used. Now it is on the market for immediately use!" "Well, well, well." Said Deputy #1. "Looks like we got us our own squad room whore all right. Ok, cunt, you got the job, starting right now. I'm going to uncuff you. Now what I want you to do is strut right on in the squad room bouncing those big hooters. Bend over the desk where each guy is sitting and swing them in their face. As you bend over, make sure your legs are spread showing off your cunt and ass to everyone else. Give them all a good show. Let the guys play with your hanging hooters for as long as they want. If anyone comes up behind you and rams your cunt or ass, baby, you had better not move." "Do you want me to clean myself up first? I've got cum running out of my cunt and ass." Asked Lisa. "Hell, no. That just proves you mean business. Besides, your dripping cunt and ass are going to be a regular sight for all of us. Wait a minute, your mouth and tits are clean. Ok, boys, time to cover this whore with cum." Lisa enthusiastically played musical cock as she sucked one cock after another and they shot their loads. She was quite the "cum baby" after they were done. Cum was loaded in her hair, all over her face, dripping out of her mouth and all over those hefty hooters. She licked her lips and got a lot of it off her mouth and then rubbed the cum around on her tits. She would need a lot more cum to cover these 44 EEE hooters. "Ok, whore, you are ready. Get your ass in that squad room." Deputy #1 said as he pulled her up by her cum covered hooters and smacked her on her ass. Lisa opened the door and strutted inside. Everyone inside was temporarily stunned by the sight of a very pretty, big titted, cum covered whore... ...Hold onto your hard cocks, men. The excitement continues in the next story... Making Up for Lost Time It had been just too long. My husband, Khalid, had accepted a job overseas with a major multinational company. He had been away for months already and I was wondering when he would be home or we could go see him. My young son and I stayed back in Ottawa, as the school term had started and given that Khalid was due to travel to a number of places for orientation and training prior to taking up his post as Director with the company in Karachi. His schedule had been such that we had to endure even the Christmas and New Year holidays by ourselves as he was busy in the Middle East. Khalid and I had been married for about eight years and our son had recently started his formal schooling. He had moved to Canada at a very young age and, while he spoke and understood South Asian languages with ease, he considered this country his true home. Khalid had received his education in Western Canada moved east to start working. His parents were pleasantly surprised when he responded positively to their suggestion to arrange a marriage in Pakistan. Perhaps it had something to do with the lovely pictures of mine that a relative of theirs had sent from home. At the time I was approaching the age of twenty and finishing the second year at college. I was considered the catch of the family, with a slim figure, long black tresses, lightly colored skin and pretty looks. To top this all, I had developed a keen dress sense and knew how to look good most of the time. Compared to most of my dumpy looking relatives, I was a clear stand out. My parents had kept a very watchful eye on me and my movements in the last few years before marriage were restricted between the college and my home. I certainly had my share of fantasies and longingly looked at the boys around the neighborhood. But there was never a chance that something would develop or that I would have a Hindi movie type of romance. Furthermore, since I had been educated in convent run schools, I had a pretty good command of English. This fact, coupled with my looks and eligibility prompted Khalid's uncle to make the suggestion to the respective families. Things moved fast thereafter and we were married shortly after my birthday. II Khalid called us at least twice a week to update on things and to check on every one's well being. I looked forward to these Wednesday and Sunday calls as I was missing his presence greatly. It was a real surprise when the phone rang on Monday night and Khalid informed me that he was attending a meeting in New York that week and would see about taking a few days to make it over to Ottawa. Clearly I was in seventh heaven. Although he implied he would be coming for just a short period of time, perhaps just a couple of days, his presence with us would definitely boost our spirits and renew my energy and ability to withstand the loneliness by great measure. Immediately I began to chalk out the things that needed to be done to make his visit as nice as possible. The household chores would keep me busy for a few days. It was not that the house was messy, given my tidy disposition; I just wanted it to be extra nice when Khalid was around. Of course, he would like to have his favourite meals and those were soon ready and loaded into the fridge. Finally, and most appropriately, I figured what he would appreciate most was his wife. Visits to the beauty salon, hair dresser and to the mall, for some new clothes, were on the cards. So based on the day of his arrival, I had a sexy new outfit, a total body wax, and a sharp new hair style. Given that he liked to see every inch of me, I had decided on a bikini wax, leaving my pussy clean as could be. III Our marriage had been the usual glittzy Pakistani affair, running over many days with huge expenditures on both sides. Finally, it was time to depart from my parents' home and to join my husband. Despite all the preparation one could make and all the romantic notions in mind, it was a tough moment to stay calm and collected. Khalid did not want to consummate the marriage at his home, since tons of relatives had decided to stay put there during the ceremonies, and were sure to be a source of embarrassment the following morning. Intelligently he had arranged for a suite at a 5-Star hotel in town and soon we were deposited there by his brother and friends. After the usual pleasantries, gifts of condoms and bawdy jokes, the hangers-on departed and I was with my husband alone, for the first time ever. As awkward moments go, this one took the cake as neither of us made any move. Rather we started a truly inane conversation about the people at the wedding and the weather. After some time, I told him I was getting tired and wanted to change into my night clothes. Khalid helped me remove the copious amounts of jewelry that I was wearing but did not come any closer. I collected my overnight bag and went to the bathroom. Damn, my sister had not packed the full length slip that I wanted. Instead I found a silky blue lingerie set with frills, accompanied by the shortest pair of panties I had ever seen. Where she had acquired these I did not know, but figured her college friends had something to do with this. I promised myself I would kill her the next day. Having no choice I put the lingerie on and came outside. Khalid took one look at me and stood dumbstruck for a moment. "Put on a pair of high heels if you brought them," he suggested. Sure enough my smart sister had packed a nice pair which had laces that tied up halfway to the knee. Since I had not cleaned off the bridal make-up, I looked quite tantalizing to him. "Emaan, you look lovely," he said, asking me to come over to him. Our first kiss was marvelous and sloppy at the same time. Marvelous because I could mentally relate to all the Mills & Boon type of romantic novels I had read. Sloppy because neither of us was any good at what we were doing. Khalid led me to the bed and we sat there kissing each other for a considerable amount of time. I felt his hand creep up my thigh and instinctively I pushed it away. He held me closer and again caressed my leg, this time from the foot to well beyond the knee. I could feel a strange sensation in my pubic area. I lay back and he quickly hooked his fingers into the panty and had it halfway down my legs. Startled I tried to get up, but he pushed me down with one hand and ran the garment down my legs and off my body. He unbuttoned his shirt and removed it in no time at all to reveal a chest with light hair on it. As we continued to kiss, now managing to probe into each others' mouth and to take small love bites, he asked me to stand up. As I did so, he gathered the hem of the lingerie and lifted it off my head. I now stood stark naked in front of him, except for a pair of smart heels. I could see a bulge in his shalwar and he discarded it quickly to show me a fully erect penis. Khalid laid me down on the bed and got on top, spreading my legs. Moving quickly on either side he untied the laces on my sandals and dropped the shoes on the floor. As he groped for my vagina, I felt scared of the pain that was to come. He found the opening and probed with his finger as I froze. Taking a bottle out of his shaving kit, placed on the night stand, he rubbed some liquid on his cock, telling me that this would help lubricate and make the entry easier. He then placed his tip at the entrance of my vagina and pressed. It seemed like I had been skewered by a hot poker and the yelp I gave would have been heard by many of his relatives if he had thankfully not opted for the hotel instead. Khalid laboured on and I felt as if a large baton was being inserted slowly into me. Finally after much effort, his penis fully entered into my pussy and our bodies locked in the first of many sensual embraces to follow. He now began to pull out and push in as I felt my vagina being torn apart even more. Tears welled up in my eyes, but he kept up his penetration. After a while, he appeared to tense, and then relaxed as I felt a spurt of hot cum inside of me. He seemed to come for quite a while and lay down on me having spent the first load. I wanted to feel something sensual but the pain was too great. As he relaxed I wondered if sex was going to be enjoyable for me or just as painful as the recent experience. Khalid pulled out of me and I sat up to see the sheets stained red with blood from my just eliminated hymen. He took a few tissues and cleaned himself and then me. I, however, continued to leak his sperm and my blood for a while. It was approaching dawn when we lay down to sleep, both having taken a relaxing shower. I awoke feeling a strange presence on my breasts. Khalid was up and was alternately pinching my nipples and sucking on them. It felt great and I brought my hands around him. He continued to lick, suck and caress my breasts and these seemed to perk up in response. He got out of bed, pulling me with him and sat on the armchair. As he turned the TV on to catch the news, he pulled me into his lap. Pushing me forward a bit, he placed the tip of his cock into my pussy again. This time he asked me to stand and then push back. I was surprised at the relative ease with which he again impaled me. Also a feeling of elation came over me, radiating out from my vagina to all over my body. Remembering the rhythm he had set in our first fuck, I began to move up and down on his cock. He grabbed my waist and began to buck in unison with my movements. Before long I began to feel a totally new sensation, and soon after was rewarded with my first ever orgasm. As I came I let out a deep gasp. Khalid had already grabbed on to my breasts from behind and was pummeling me. Shortly afterwards he came again, but not with the force of the first encounter. His cock still in me, I lay back and enjoyed the intimacy of the moment. Yes, my second fuck had convinced me that sex was going to be great fun and something to be looked forward to. It had been a wedding night to remember. We had gone from fumbling amateurs to passably good lovers in the course of a night. Over the next few years we became more adept in our lovemaking, learning to pleasure each other with our hands, bodies and mouths as well as privates. Also we kept things interesting by using sex toys, getting sexy clothing, making love in varied locales and fantasizing about imaginary situations involving other persons. IV Khalid and I loved being in Ottawa. It was such a civilized city, and for a major national capital it was rather laid back. We had a lovely house in one of the nicest parts of town and life was idyllic. The long winter nights were great facilitators of long sessions of fucking before the fireplace. The summer allowed me to get into nice swimsuits and bikinis that I had learnt to appreciate soon after arriving here, giving Khalid notable erections when I used the backyard pool. Many of our neighbours also got quite an eyeful as I caught some rays and frolicked in the water. Also as I liked to wear hot pants or short skirts in the summer, Khalid indulged in play with my legs as he drove us around. The arrival of our son had put a dent in our passion for a while, given the need to tend to the little guy at odd hours, and we went through a relatively sex less year or so. But as my figure returned and as the baby became regular in his sleep and other habits, we soon rediscovered the joys of our bodies. Khalid loved his job with the Telecom Company and had risen to middle management quite fast. He worked hard when on the job, but was religious about spending time with us. It was unusual for him to bring any work home and I appreciated this greatly as we could spend quality time together. As the business grew rapidly, the company began to seek markets abroad. It was such an opportunity that moved him out of Ottawa. An acquisition of a telecom provider in Pakistan had been made and Khalid, due to his background, was the ideal candidate for the Commercial Director position. Although it meant that he would be away from family for considerable amounts of time, the promotion was not easily turned down, and he got ready to leave for Karachi as the summer came to a close. I took the news better than he had expected. I had seen him work very hard but not get the breaks that others did. To stop his promotion would have been counter to every dream I had of his success in life. Stoically I accepted that he would be leaving, and that at least for a while I would have to be a single parent in Canada. Yet in my heart I knew that life was about to get real tough and real soon. On the eve of his departure, he could not keep his hands off me and I let him kiss, fondle and caress me at every opportunity. That night I wore a new outfit that I had picked up at a novelty store. I had dressed up as a stewardess, obviously one on a fantasy airline, with a short tan skirt, a black jacket that only had one button just above my belly, stockings, a lacy bra and the highest stilettos that I could walk in. I tied a tan scarf around my neck, and pulled my hair back into a bun. I had asked him to go to the bedroom and finish packing while I cleared up downstairs. He was impressed when I entered in holding a tray with his favorite drinks and snacks. "Coffee, tea or me," I announced and his look told me that he would be thinking of me in this outfit for quite a while to come. I walked on over to the night stand and placed the tray on it, bending down far so as to let him have a view of the thong I had on underneath. As I came up, I released the pins holding my hair, letting them cascade down my shoulders. "Wow," he said, "you are going to make it very difficult for me to leave!" I pushed him down on to the bed with one hand, and undid his belt and zipper with the other. He raised himself a bit so I could slide his pants off. His T-shirt was also easy to remove. As he lay on the bed, I bent down in front of him and took his cock in my mouth. Slowly and with deliberate strokes of my tongue, I licked and sucked his manhood. I teased him for quite a while, every so often tickling him by running my tongue up the top and opening of his penis. I continued the blow job, stopping periodically to make sure that he was not going to come earlier than I wanted. As his patience neared its end and he went past the point of no return, I rammed his dick down my mouth. The explosion was sizable and I had to suck down quite a load to stop any from ruining my outfit. I took a swig from the bottle on the tray, to wash down his sperm, and gave it to him. He sucked it down with gusto. I wiped his dick off, but rather than releasing him, kept holding it in my hand. Sure enough, he was soon recovered enough that the flagpole was ready to be raised for the good of mankind. I let him lie on the bed with a pillow under his head. Then I seated myself on his midsection, pulled the thong aside a bit and shoved his cock into my already wet pussy. The thong rubbing at the side of his cock gave him added sensation. He grabbed for my breasts, but I told him they were for his viewing pleasure at a later time and beat his hands back. I rocked myself back and forth, drawing him inside and out of me. As the act continued, I began to buck faster and faster till my orgasm came and juices ran down his dick and my thighs. Standing up, I reached down and removed the sopping thong. Without a thought I placed my cunt on Khalid's mouth and he began to tongue me in an exquisite fashion. Khalid hit my buttons correctly and another orgasm followed. I rolled over and lay exhausted beside him. We made love again that night. Khalid did get to remove my jacket, scarf, skirt and bra, enjoying the teasing immensely. But, summer nights in Canada are not that long and before we knew it the day of his departure had dawned upon us. I was surprised, even though we had slept for a while in between our lovemaking sessions, that I was still wearing the stockings and high heels! Reluctantly I took him to the airport, but not in the previous night's outfit, and kissed him passionately before he left for the aircraft. It would be quite while before I saw him in the flesh again and, although I had put a brave face on it while he was taking off, I was now racked with sorrow and cried profusely on the way back home. V Now months later Khalid was finally on his way back to me, even if for a rather short period of time. He had managed to have his meetings and now was flying to Montreal. From there he was due to take a bus ride to Ottawa, arriving late in the evening. Given that it was early-February the threat of snow or bad weather delaying him was always present and I prayed that all would go well. My prayers were answered and he phoned to advise me that he had arrived at Montreal on time and would be in Ottawa around 8 pm. I had been talking to my neighbor, Joanne, about Khalid's arrival. She had been a great confidante and help, and my son was quite fond of her kids. Joanne had recognized that I would need some quality time with my husband and had suggested that I drop my kid off at her place when I went to get Khalid at the bus station, which was located at a motel a few miles from where we lived. Playfully, she also suggested I dress slutty, so as to leave nothing to the imagination when he did arrive. Given the rather cold day, I opted to wear designer jeans and a nice blouse under my long red winter jacket. So dressed, I went to drop my son off at Joanne's. I figured I would surprise Khalid later in the evening with the new set of lingerie I had recently picked out at Victoria's Secret. "What are you wearing?" she asked. Her disapproval was evident as I opened the jacket to display the outfit. "Emaan, let's go over to your house quickly and fix this, shall we," she added. Leaving the children at her home, we rushed back to mine. "Strip," she ordered me, and I complied. She rummaged through my drawers and tossed a lacy black bra, matching panties and stockings into the changing closet where I was standing. "Now hurry up and put these on," she said, "and put on some sexy heels, don't worry you will not slip." I did exactly as she told and waited for her to pass me a dress. Instead, she asked me to come out and, as I did, handed me the red overcoat. "Now you do look tasty, put this on top and go surprise him at the bus stop. Do not wait to get home to let him at his welcome back gift," she said, winking at me, "and for God's sake, fix your makeup!" Turning as red as the overcoat I was putting on, I quickly fixed my makeup and went out the door, barely 15 minutes before Khalid was due to arrive. VI The motel was at the edge of town, next to the main highway and had a large gas station at one side. I saw that there was an empty parking space next to the hedged fence of the gas station and parked there. The cars around had snow on them and looked like they were parked long term. It was about a 50 yard walk to the arrival area and I found a seat to wait for Khalid, since his bus was overdue. As I sat down, my overcoat rode up my body a bit more than I had expected, and opened from midways down, giving the folks waiting in the lobby a peek at my stocking clad legs, bare thighs and perhaps my panties. I had appeared out of place in high heels anyway, and a few of them gave knowing winks and nods to each other, figuring correctly that I planned to get fucked very soon. I was aware of all eyes on me as I pulled the garment around myself and acted as if nothing at all had happened. The attendant announced that due to snow on the way the bus had been delayed by a few minutes but had now arrived. As the passengers disembarked, I stood to one side awaiting Khalid, who was soon off the bus and looking for me. He gave a big smile as he spotted me and came over. I had turned my back to the crowd and undone the zipper on the jacket. As our lips touched for a deep kiss, I put his hands inside the jacket and let him feel my warm, naked flesh. He guided me a couple of steps to the left and we were shaded from the others by the motel wall. I opened the jacket wide and let him drink in the sight of my near nudity. His prick was rock hard as he pressed me against the wall and kissed me passionately. Making Up for Lost Time "I think you had better get your luggage, before the bus leaves with it" I suggested and he left me with a look of don't go away, I will be right back. Instead I zippered back up and, after he had retrieved his luggage, helped him bring it all the way to the car and load the boot. Since it was quite dark and the car was hemmed in on three sides, we were able to freely kiss and rub each other. I had left the heater on in the car and it was quite warm inside. We decided to get in, rather than risk both frostbite and prosecution for indecent exposure by getting into the act outside. Khalid got into the passenger seat and dropped his trousers, exposing his rock hard cock. While still standing outside, I removed the jacket and handed it to him. As he tossed it into the back, I sat in his lap, closing the door in the process. I was chilled from the few seconds of exposure and Khalid held me close to warm me up. Undoing the clasp of my bra, he deftly exposed my breasts and erect nipples. I bent down and slid my panties off. Virtually naked in the car, I turned around and straddled him, with my legs bent at either side. Khalid fondled my breasts and sucked on the nipples constantly. We then began to kiss deeply as I slowly stroked his cock. As if on cue, we stopped and I placed my cunt on top of his dick and slowly sat downwards, letting gravity do its bit. A deep moan escaped his throat as my pussy engulfed his prick. Slowly at first and then with increased momentum, I began to ride him. Every time I pumped, Khalid grabbed me closer as if he could not believe I was there fucking him in the parking lot. As our climax neared we both bucked and pushed into each other. We came simultaneously and as our juices mingled, I lay back against the dashboard to catch my breath. Khalid grabbed a tissue from the back seat and cleaned around his cock which was still in me and around my legs. I finally raised my midsection and let his now spent cock slip out of my vagina. He cleaned me as I stood with my feet on the floor and my hands holding the top of his seat. Rather than risking going outside in the nude and putting on my jacket, I slid over to the driver's side. As I grabbed for my jacket and intimates, Khalid stopped me from doing so. "Just drive us home as you are," he said with a wink. I tried to reason with him, but his fingers began to tease the folds of my pussy reducing my protestations. "What the hell and why not?" I figured and pulled the car out of the parking lot and on to the street. VII Thank heavens it was almost 9 pm on a weeknight and being winter this meant that traffic was at a real low. Also we lived in a suburban area and could cut through inside lanes, rather than being on the main roads. I did my best to both comply with Khalid's request to drive in the buff and to preserve my modesty by not being caught in the state of undress. We did encounter a couple of traffic lights on the way. The first was negotiated without trouble, but at the second we pulled up next to a city bus. Luckily the light went green just as we stopped, but there were a lot of stares from the passengers and the driver as we zipped by, since my bare boobs were on clear display for all and sundry to view. Fifteen minutes into the drive, mercifully, we reached home and pulled into the garage. As the doors shut behind us, Khalid leaned over and kissed me saying, "thanks, that was a great homecoming welcome and a lovely drive." Leaving his things and my clothes in the car, we ran into the house. While Khalid removed his shoes and outer clothing, I went to the kitchen to get some refreshments. He followed behind and gratefully accepted the drink I passed to him. Cold weather or not, sexual activity does cause thirst and his voice had already become raspy having not taken anything to drink since prior to getting on the bus in Montreal. He grabbed me from behind and began to feel my body from cunt to breasts with long and slow strokes of his hand. I was already dripping wet, the nakedness in the car being more of a stimulant than I had figured, and putting my hands behind my back unzipped his trousers and brought his cock out. Khalid removed the rest of his clothes really quick while I held on to him. Pushing me forwards against the kitchen table, he bent me over till my breasts were lying on the table top. The heels I was wearing gave me a bit of height and as he pushed my legs apart, his penis aligned with my privates. I had already placed some condiments and accessories on the table in preparation for dinner. Khalid grabbed the tub of butter, rubbing some on his cock and greasing my ass. He then forced himself into my rear, not stopping till he was buried to the hilt. As he fucked my behind I suddenly realized the curtains were not drawn and we could be seen by our neighbours, should anyone be looking at our kitchen window. However, both Khalid and I were too busy fucking and could not care less if the whole town was watching. He began to massage my neck and shoulders while his invasion of my ass continued and I moaned out in pleasure. Khalid kept the tempo slow, so that the moment would last, and it was quite a while before a gasp left his throat, his pumping motion stopped, and my backside became sticky with his discharge. Meanwhile I had come profusely and my juices were staining the new tablecloth. VIII Glancing at the clock, I noted it was nearly 10 pm and well past the time to go and collect my son. Given the state we were both in, it was necessary to shower up and change into normal clothing. Leaving Khalid to bring his stuff from the car and to unwind, I rushed over to Joanne's house. She had a huge knowing smile on her face and made a comment about the quick change of clothing. As we waited for my kid to come up, she led me to her family room. As I looked out the window, I was red faced since there was a clear view of our kitchen area. "Wow, Emaan, that was quite some show you guys put up, I had to turn the TV off and send the kids downstairs soon as you arrived in the house with almost nothing on," she confessed, adding, "don't worry they didn't see anything, but I sure had an eyeful and is my husband going to get the treatment when he is back from the store tonight!" When I did see her husband the next day, he appeared to be in a daze, as if he had been fucked to heaven and back. I was not too happy to have been on exhibition, but was glad that I had in some way repaid the favour Joanne had done by babysitting my boy. As far as Khalid and I were concerned, it was three days of screwing till we were blue all over, my hair less pussy being aphrodisiacal to him. I certainly made up for lost time, but then the dreaded day of departure dawned again. This time around I know he cannot wait to get back and I have to dream up other welcome surprises; I am sure Joanne can be of immense help! Making Up For Lost Time Master had not seen me in some time. I was worried that he had forgotten me...was I not good enough? Had I displeased him? Worse still, my biggest fear; had he found someone else...someone more able to meet his needs? The fear played on my mind for almost all of the three months that Master had disappeared from my life. The hollow I felt was indescribable. My very identity was diminished. Little had I known that this was part of Master's plan. He arrived one day. I stood in shock as I opened the door to see his face. He had sent no email, as he said he always would. Had the rules changed? Master stood with a broad smile, then reached over to me, kissing me deeply, mouth to mouth. This was not Master's style. What had changed? "You were missed, but don't for one moment think that you are that important, understand?" "Yes Sir!" I was relieved beyond words as Master finally resumed his usual forceful tone. My cock shot to attention. It was the first time in a long time that I was able to get erect. Master held my hand and led me into the living room. "I had to go for awhile..I had to make certain that you didn't get too comfortable. I trust you have adjusted to my absence." "Yes Sir." I was lost for words, but overjoyed. "No more "Sir" you understand? You will call me Daddy from now on." "Thank you Daddy. I understand" "Your birth family has no relevance now. I am your only priority!" He barked. I nodded, in compliance, head lowered to the floor. Daddy grew a sly smirk as he gripped my chin tightly: "Good little slut boy!" My cock felt as though it would burst through my jeans. Daddy noticed the aching bulge as well. "I knew I was coming today, and good for you, you were here to greet me. Daddy has saved a big load for you as a welcome back gift. Do you want Daddy's load?" "Yes, Daddy, I want all of your load!" "Beg for it boy!" Daddy pushed down on my head with both hands until I was on my knees, facing his proud erection. He had undone his dress pants and let them fall to the floor. "Please Daddy, give me your load!" Daddy teased me, repeatedly bringing his thick cock towards my mouth, then suddenly pulling back. He circled the head of his cock around my lips, and occasionally slapped my cheeks with it. Finally he relented: "Mouth open, son." I did as told, like a baby bird waiting for the parent's food offering. Finally Daddy plunged his meat into me. He wasted no time, grabbing my head tightly and pumping aggressively in and out. I gagged slightly as he forced all eight inches into me. "You like Daddy's cock, don't you, little bitch?" I pulled away my head briefly to speak, drool streaming from the corner of my mouth: "I love your cock Daddy. It tastes so good." "Look me in the eyes while you're sucking me!" I did as told, and Daddy continued his rough mouth fucking, occasionally running a delicate finger over my forehead or cheek. Finally, Daddy pulled out; reaching down and lifting my beige T-shirt over my head, tossing it from my body. He gripped my hips and spun me around. He pushed me to the floor face-first and yanked my jeans off of me. "Now up on your knees, slut boy! Time for Daddy to fuck you!" Panic overtook me. I had never been broken by a man. Daddy's cock was well above average and he didn't mind playing rough. I could only let it happen and hope it happened quickly. That said, the excitement surrender allowed me to allow him...ALL of him. Daddy quickly lubed his cock with a small bottle of massage oil. He had a thick and beautiful head. I could hear him working the oil up and down his shaft. His massive hands finally gripped my thighs as he tore into my ass with amazing and painful force. I felt hot fire as my flesh was stretched to its limit and beyond. Daddy groaned, taking in the pleasure. "Oh, good boy! You make Daddy's cock feel so good! That tight ass belongs to Daddy!" "Yes, Daddy, it does." "Say it louder bitch!" "My ass belongs to you Daddy! It's only for you!" I was buckling in pain, wanting to get his massive cock out of me, but Daddy held me firmly in place, ensuring that I couldn't resist his pounding as my body convulsed and tried to absorb the ruthless assault by moving away from his cock with every plunge. The fucking session seemed to have no end. Relief finally came however; my inner skin finally stretched to accept Daddy's cock. Suddenly I could feel a warm and welcome sensation. My asshole seemed to suddenly be pulling Daddy's cock in, the new pleasure igniting my nerves. I was almost brought to orgasm as his pounding awoke a magical place inside of me. "Here comes Daddy's load! " Daddy let out a loud, deep groan. I felt the massive cum stream shooting deep inside of me. "Shit! Shit! Oh, son, you make Daddy so-o-o- pro-u-d! Uuughhh!" There was silence as Daddy's erection recoiled slightly, spent. "You want to taste Daddy's load?" Of course I did! I was lost in ecstasy. "Please Daddy! Let me have every drop! I did not know how he had planned to do this; his cum deep inside of my asshole, but I knew he'd find a way. Daddy rolled me onto my back and lifted my ass high in the air, a broad smile on his face. He forced my legs over my head, holding my ankles tightly. My skinny frame flexed easily to Daddy's demands. "Lift your head boy, towards your chest." I strained my neck. My cock was still throbbing. "Push it out. Push that cum out. Drink it!" The stream of hot goo poured freely from its place inside of me, running between my legs, some trickling down my shaft; much of it over my face. With one hand he held both of my ankles close to my forehead while he ran his fingers around my lips as the cum streamed down. He pushed the spent sperm between my lips. "You like that you little whore?" "It tastes so good Daddy!" "Now you will taste yourself" Daddy gripped my thick rod, jacking me furiously. His large hand circled my cock well and with all of the authority of an expert of male orgasm. "Keep your mouth ready, whore-dog!" My neck was cramping under the pressure, but I did as told. Soon enough, my own massive load shot out. I held my mouth towards it and drank what I could. Daddy smeared the load into my face, occasionally slapping me. I was a sticky mess. When he was done toying with me, Daddy eased me onto my back. "Now go clean up you dirty bitch" I stood up to walk towards the bathroom. "I never said to stand up. Crawl, boy! And crawl slowly!" I did as told and made my way on my knees. Daddy followed behind me, occasionally slapping my ass. He spit on me and threw out insults. "You're a fucking pig...just a skinny little cum-dumpster. You better get real clean bitch-boy!" Daddy's brutal words aroused me into near erection. I entered the bathroom. Daddy stood at the doorway. "You may stand now and run the water. You may take as long as you wish to clean up. When you are done, you will leave your clothes off and return to the living room. I will be back." Daddy closed the door. I stood for several minutes, allowing the hot water to simply run over my weakened frame. I ran my middle finger deep into my ass. The initial pain of being so forcefully fucked was reduced now to a dull throbbing. My asshole felt much looser as I scoured it clean. I worried for a moment that should I ever become too loose, Daddy may leave me for someone new, but I refused the thought too much entry into my mind. Daddy was my world. Without him, I had zero identity; zero purpose. I finally finished and dried myself off. Upon re-entering the living room, what awaited me was something I could never have imagined; not even from Daddy.