1 comments/ 45190 views/ 1 favorites Cinnamon's Secrets Ch. 01 By: CinnamonSweet I am a nymphomaniac. You may prefer to just think of me simply as a slut, but in any case I am addicted to orgasms. Ever since my first one when I was twelve years old I just haven't ever been able get enough sex. I had sex with my brother, my sister, my father, my uncles and aunts and with all my friends at school. In college, sucking and fucking most of my professors helped me not only to satisfy my sexual cravings, but also to make almost straight A's. I graduated Magna Cum Laude. Roughly translated, that meant I was highly praised for cumming! As I matured I learned to use my sexual insatiability to great advantage. Men found me irresistible, and I fucked my way quickly into a cushy job as a social secretary for the elderly CEO of a Fortune 500 corporation. Charles -- that's his name -- needed Viagra to keep his cock stiff, but he fancied himself a real stud and I kept him cumming and happy. He was 66 and I was 24 when we got married me a couple of years ago. This marriage has suited us both wonderfully. For Charles, he has a beautiful and sexy escort at his command, which isn't so often as you might suppose, for Charles is somewhat reclusive and keeps his social life to a minimum. He also has me available to suck his respectable cock whenever he wants it and enjoy incomparable fucking bliss as often as he's up to it, which isn't really so often. And he has a soft, warm body to sleep with him (I'm a super teddy bear and he loves me clinging to him). For me, I no longer have to work at a job at all, nor do I have all those tedious household chores to bother with. Charles' swank Manhattan condo is staffed with a maid and cook that handle all that. Charles has given me financial security and whatever material needs I could want, so that I can spend my days keeping my body fit, my skin satiny soft, and my beautiful face and body as seductive as ever. Charles cannot, of course, even begin to satisfy my depraved sexual lust. I must admit, however, that he is an exceptionally fine pussy licker. I keep it closely shaved and have always encouraged him to taste my sweet cunt juices. Sometimes we sixty-nine and my tongue licking his balls and swirling around his pecker excites him to flick his tongue deep into my cunt and to suck on my clitoris until I cum. Other times he kneels between my legs and laps my wet pussy all along the slit until I am shuddering in ecstasy and demanding him to fuck me. For Charles, I am heaven and he loves me dearly, but Charles now needs an orgasm hardly more than once a week. He understands my nymphomania very well and accepts the reality that I must satisfy my cravings that he can't even begin to slake. We have certain ground rules, of course. I am to carry on my extra-marital affairs outside our condo and I'm not to involve any of his business associates or staff. Charles doesn't want to know about them and he certainly doesn't want to come home someday and find the mailman fucking his wife. Charles is gone most of the time during the day, during which I'm free to pursue one cock after another to my pussy's content. In fact I am very committed to Charles and have no desire to alienate him, so I observe these rules quite faithfully. Well, most of the time anyway. I have gotten it on with the maid a couple of times when I've stayed in bed late. She's a cute little Cuban girl with a great body that makes my pussy tingle just to watch her flitting around with her feather duster. Take yesterday, for example. I had sucked Charles's cock when we awakened and been rewarded with a mouthful of cum, the salty taste of which had lingered on after he was gone until Cookie (our cook) brought my breakfast in to me while I was still dozing in bed. Cookie is a very large, old Chinese man who has been cooking for Charles forever. His cooking is superb, but I think he is asexual, quite totally without sex appeal to either gender. Maggie (short for Margarita), our maid, on the other hand, is young and sexy. She had a vibrant electricity about her as she entered the bedroom just as I was finishing my croissant and washing it down with the last of my coffee. "Good morning, señora," she chirped happily as she gathered up my breakfast tray. I reached out and squeezed her tight little ass with one hand and answered, "Good morning, Maggie. Are you as horny as I am?" She squealed playfully and smiled. "I'm always horny," she said as she placed the tray on the dresser. I threw back the bedcovers to reveal my long, naked body as Maggie turned back toward the bed. I grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her gently onto the mattress with me. She didn't resist, giggling as her body fell on me. The nipples on my breasts were stiff and hard, like tiny penises ready for action. Maggie's face had fallen into one of them and her tongue began to lick it tenderly. The sensation of her rough tongue on my firm, smooth tit sent little shivers through me and I moaned with pleasure. She crawled up on me more fully and commenced sucking and chewing on my nipple as my fingers untied her apron and pulled it away from her. As she sucked my tit I massaged her ass, unhooked and unzipped her blue uniform skirt and pushed it down her legs to where she could kick it free along with her shoes. I pushed my fingers under her panties and continued to caress and pinch her ass cheeks, probing her ass crack down to the beginning of her cunt, already becoming wet. Her sucking of my breast had made my pussy juicy, too. I ran a finger along my slit and into the warm, juicy depth. I rolled Maggie over onto her back now and stuck my wet finger into her mouth to let her taste me. She smiled and sucked my finger eagerly as I fucked her mouth with my finger-penis. Now I unbuttoned her blouse and stripped it away from her. Her lace bra hardly concealed her firm upturned breasts that beckoned my own mouth. Maggie reached behind her back to unclasp the bra and I tore it away from her chest and closed my mouth over one of her breasts, squeezing and cupping it in the fingers of one hand while my other hand kneaded her opposite nipple. She raised her legs and wrapped them around my torso. I could feel her pressing her pelvis upward, rubbing her wet crotch against my own. I kept my fingers on Maggie's tits as I moved my face to hers and pressed my lips against her mouth. He tongue darted between my lips and explored the inside of my mouth. Our tongues played with each other as our steamy pussies rubbed together. Maggie's hands groped my body and then closed over my tits as we mutually massaged each other. We were both white hot and sweating now. I finally broke off our endless kiss and rose to all fours and reversed my position as Maggie opened her legs to release me. Maggie had only her panties left on and she raised her ass from the bed as I yanked them down. Once she had kicked them free she spread her legs and in unison our mouths now closed on each other's cunt. Maggie held my ass, her fingers probing and squeezing, creating fire in my body as her tongue penetrated my vaginal lips. My own tongue reciprocated as I tasted her delicious juices. My tongue roved up and down her slit until I zeroed in on her clit, flicking my tongue over it and sucking hard on the little love ball. Our excitement mounted as our mouths and fingers worked each other into a frenzy of delight. Maggie screamed. I moaned in ecstasy. Our bodies stiffened in expectation of the awesome explosion in our cunts that would vibrate throughout our beings. I licked faster as my whole body began to quiver. I could feel the shudder that ran through Maggie and seemed to trigger my own orgasmic burst of wave after wave after wave of incredible pleasure. Afterwards, we lay next to each other quietly without saying a word, just gently touching each other, softly, almost imperceptibly, sensitive to each other, still feeling the heavenly afterglow of our orgasms. Eventually, I got up and went into the bathroom. After a long shower I came back into the bedroom to find the bed made and no trace of Maggie. What a perfect maid! The day was still early and by 11 a.m. I was once more feeling horny. I decided to go for a walk to see what I could find – but I shall save my account of that for chapter 2. Cinnamon's Secrets Ch. 02 Within an hour after I had enjoyed a magnificent orgasm in bed with my pretty little Cuban maid, Maggie (See "Cinnamon's Secrets, Chapter 1"), I was beginning to feel horny again. I decided to venture out of the condo and see who I might find to satisfy the nymphomaniacal itch that I felt in my pussy. It was a cool autumn day in New York, so I put on a some close-fitting slacks that showed off my lovely ass to its best and an NYU sweat shirt with no bra. The shirt was just the right size not to be baggy, so it showed off my jutting breasts in a seductive way. Although casual, I was dressed just smartly enough to fit in to most places for lunch or drinks. While obsessed with being fucked, I much prefer that it always be with someone new. I am not looking for entangling relationships and once I have fucked a guy I usually don't want to do him again. I think of each new cock as a conquest, I suppose, and am always looking for a new one. Its just the way I am. This makes it a little more difficult to find a suitable stiff cock every day, but in a city as big as New York that's not really so hard. I knew my chances were pretty good up the street at the ritzy Benjamin Hotel. I walked into the bar next to the restaurant. It was just past 11 a.m. and the place was nearly deserted. A couple of businessmen were in serious conversation at a table and there was only one guy seated at the bar, nursing what looked like an old fashioned. He was middle-aged, pretty good looking in his probably Brooks Brothers suit. I put him in my sights. I sidled onto the barstool a couple down from him, letting my long legs dangle with my knees apart so he had a good view of my crotch. The bartender approached and I ordered a screwdriver. When the man at the bar looked over toward me I smiled slightly. My screwdriver arrived and I raised it to my lips, sipping a little orange juice and gin into my mouth as I turned my head to face the stranger again. "Hi," he said. "Hello," I answered with a sort of quizzical look at him. "Do I know you?" "No, you don't," he said, "but don't let that stop you. We both seem to be alone here." "How do you know I'm not meeting someone here," I responded coyly. "Are you? "No, I'm not," I said simply. The man moved to the barstool next to mine and asked me what my name was. "Cindy," I answered. "And yours?" "I'm Steve," he smiled. "Pleased to meet you. Where're you from?" "I live in Manhattan . . . local, girl you know," was my response. "What about you?" Steve launched into a short biography of his life, reflecting a certain self-centeredness that I found unattractive, but his cock might still overcome that deficiency. After getting his MBA from Ohio State he was working as a financial adviser in Cincinnati and had come to the Big Apple for a job interview with a financial house here. The interview had gone well this morning, he thought, although he would know more when he met the boss man for dinner tonight. In the meantime, he was just marking time. He looked me straight in the eyes as if to tell me that he though I might help him pass the time 'til then. I took a long sip of my screwdriver before lying to him that I was a grad student at NYU, studying biology. "I'm very interested in human anatomy," I added, touching my knee against his thigh. He wondered what I was doing in The Benjamin, so I told him I had come up here on an errand for the professor I work for and just stopped in for a late morning toddy. "Would you like to have lunch with me?" he queried. "The restaurant here is very good." "It's a little early for me. I had a late breakfast," I demurred. "Are you staying here?" "Yes, its very nice." My hand was stretched out on the bar and Steve noticed my engagement and wedding rings. "I see you're married," he commented. "I see you are, too," I shot back, pointing to the gold band on his left hand. "Does it bother you that I'm married?" "Well, . . . no," he stammered. "I just wondered . . . ," his voice trailed off. I placed my hand on the inside of his thigh, not far above his knee, and smiled at him. Then I said, "I'm one of those desperate wives who doesn't get enough from my husband." "Really?" He sounded interested, and then he added, "I can relate to that, because I really don't get enough from my wife." This opened up a soliloquy from him about how his wife didn't fully appreciate him and how she really didn't want to move to New York and how, if he got the job he was interviewing for, he might have to come without her. My hand ran up his thigh a little further as I noticed a nice bulge in his trousers. "Would you like another drink?" he asked. "I'd rather see the view from your room," I answered boldly, tired of making conversation and eager to exploit that bulge in his pants. He got the message and apparently approved. He signed both our bar bills, scribbling his room number on them. "Shall we go now?" he asked impatiently. I smiled and slid off the barstool, taking hold of his hand as we walked toward the elevators. Steve seemed a little nervous, but also eager, and I knew my fingers would be touching his cock very soon. Alone in the elevator, he punched the button for the eleventh floor and the cubicle started up. I turned toward him and moved my face very close to his while my hand roamed over his butt. I was as tall as he was and our lips brushed against each other and then were pressing together easily before we reached the third floor. By the time we got to eleven we were in a deep embrace with each of our tongues massaging the other. Steve had both his hands on my ass and was fondling it vigorously as I pressed my pussy against his rock hard shaft. Room 1136 was not far away as we almost broke into a gallop to get there. Steve inserted his plastic key into the door slot, which gave him the green light to enter. He pushed me in the doorway ahead of him. The broad windows revealed a view of little more than other skyscrapers, with perhaps just a green glimpse of Central Park not too far away. I turned around and in a quick maneuver threw off my sweatshirt, revealing to him my firm, round breasts, with their hard stiff nipples projecting toward him like pistols ready to fire. He shed his jacket just about as quickly and moved toward me like a magnate to steel. He could not resist my breasts and his mouth closed quickly over my right nipple, sucking it into his mouth with his teeth nibbling at it and sending ripples of electric pleasure through my torso all the way down into my pussy. His fingers found my left nipple and added to my erotic gratification he kneaded it between his fingers with some skill. My own fingers caressed and fucked his ears. I could feel the juices running in my pussy and he might well have brought me to an orgasm with his breast sucking. But I wanted his cock and I wanted him nude. I pulled his face up to my own and began to kiss him again, while at the same time loosening his tie and playfully pulling it around his neck. I unbuttoned his shirt as I felt him pushing my slacks down over my butt, discovering that I wore no panties. The slacks fell to my ankles and I stepped out of them as I licked off my sandals, leaving me totally naked with this stranger. He wore a tank top undershirt which I yanked upward. We broke off our French kiss as he pulled it over his head and off. I grabbed his belt buckle and jerked it loose, pulled his pants open and let them drop. He was now almost as naked as I, except for his silly boxer shorts decorated with a woman's red lips all over them. His cock poked them way out just left of center. He was hot now and I was in a frenzy. As I grabbed hold of his hard, stiff cock we fell onto the bed and were all over each other. His cock had come free through his fly now and I grabbed it again. It looked purple and angry so I soothed it with my lips, licking off the precum that was oozing from the pee hole. I cupped his hairy balls in my hand and caressed them gently as I moved my mouth up over his belly to his hairy chest. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!" I demanded and rolled onto my back. Steve peeled off his shorts and lost no time in kneeling between my spread legs. I raised my legs around his torso and pulled him toward my wet pussy. The itch deep in my cunt wanted him desperately and I helped him drive his purple shaft through the lips of my pussy and deep into me. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," I moaned with delight as his penis dove to the depths of my cunt and began to pump. I responded by pushing my pelvis up to him and joined in his rhythmic stroking as his cock easily glided in and out of my fuck hole. "Ohhhh Yes! That's good," I purred and felt ripples of pleasure flow from my pussy. Steve, supporting himself above me on his hands, was only occupied with his own pleasure now as he increased the tempo of his fucking, pumping his cock faster and faster as he approached his climax. I was already there, however, and hot waves rolled through me as I shouted to him, "YES, YES, DON'T STOP FUCKING ME, YES, KEEP FUCKING. Ohhhhhhhhh yesssss." I could feel my cunt contracting over his still pumping cock as hot streams of my sex juice flooded over it and out onto my thighs. I went through several waves of orgasm and was nearly unconscious in rapture before his own cock finally exploded and shot its own hot cream into my cunt. He collapsed onto my chest, burying his face into my breast. I remember that he rolled off me moaning about how good it was as I drifted into a warm afterglow of satisfied ecstasy. I guess I fell asleep for I awoke to a knock on the door. Steve had a hotel bathrobe on and he threw me another as he went to answer the door. I had hardly slipped into it when a waiter rolled in a room service cart and set up lunch for us. Over grilled chicken salads Steve decided to tell me more about his family life and particularly about his problems with his wife. I could have cared less and became increasingly annoyed as he droned on. This guy had a fine cock, but there was little else to recommend him. By the time we were sipping our coffee I was ready for more of that cock. I looked at him squarely in the eyes as I peeled off my bathrobe and said to him, "If she's such a bitch why don't you treat her like a bitch?" I got up from the table and jumped onto the bed on all fours taunting him with, "C'mon, Steve, you can practice on me. Give it to me doggie style." Steve looked up and couldn't miss my shaved-clean pussy staring at him from below my ass. I knew he couldn't resist it and within a moment he had mounted me from behind and was fucking me to both our delights. His slow, long strokes fired up my cunt once more and I found myself pushing my ass back into him to let him get maximum penetration. I could look back under my belly and see his big balls swinging freely as his cock banged away inside me. His hands began to massage my tits as he grunted with each forward thrust of his stiff cock into my pussy. I could feel his hot cock blazing. As his own emotions rose, his pumping action became more violent. "Fuck you, you cunt! You BITCH CUNT!" he shouted as he penetrated deeper and deeper. "BITCH CUNT, YOU ARE MY BITCH, CUNT" he shouted with rising passion. My juices were flowing again and I was nearing another orgasm. It seemed like I could feel every swollen vein in his penis as it slid along my hypersensitive vaginal walls and became more wonderful with each stroke. "YES! YES!" I shouted uncontrollably. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARDER!" He was sweating now and I could feel that he was tiring, but I was already climaxing and I screamed with glee as my warm juices flooded through my pussy and over his stiff organ. He came almost immediately then and moaned with pleasure as he pulled out of me and fell beside me on the bed, still mumbling about me being his bitch cunt. I wasn't finished with Cincinnati Steve quite yet, however. I had a powerful urge to make Steve bring me off one more time, but this time I wanted his tongue instead of his penis. His flaccid cock lay limp along his thigh, still wet from our cum. I ran my tongue along the length of it, then licked his cockhead, especially along his circumcision ring. At first nothing happened, but then it began to return to life, stiffening a little, and then some more as I sucked the head between my lips. I tickled his balls and moved my mouth down over the shaft, loving the feel of the cock stiffening within my mouth. He moaned softly and I bobbed my mouth up and down, feeling the organ throb a little in appreciation. I let it loose and now it stood straight up a good seven inches. "Now its your turn, Stevie," I cooed as I rose up and straddled his body so that my pussy was directly in front of his face. I held his head in my hands and lifted it up against my wet pussy. "Eat me, Steve, suck my cunt like you would your bitch wife. That will make her behave, I promise you." I felt his tongue lick at my labia and then penetrate into the wet gash. He was tentative at first, and I think not very experienced, but he kept at it. I reached back and jerked on his cock to encourage him. In time he got into the rhythm better, especially as I moaned and called for him to get his tongue up on my clit and to suck me. Although he was a bit clumsy, he still got me going as I became hotter myself. "That's it, Stevie, that's the way you treat a bitch cunt wife. Ohhhhhhhh YES. MAKE ME CUM, Steve!" That brought new enthusiasm from him and I could feel his mouth eagerly sucking my juices and licking my clit. It took little more for me to explode once more into orgasmic ecstasy that justified all my urging to him. I didn't hang around much longer. Steve wanted my phone number and gave me his card, apparently believing that this was the beginning of a wonderful friendship. I told him I had to be more discreet than that, but wished him well with his interview at dinner and told him I would call him in Cincinnati next week to find out if he was moving to New York, but I knew I never would. Steve was history for me. Time to move on. I really didn't care much for Steve, but had to admit that he satiated my pussy pretty well. It was already late afternoon when I got back to our condo. I soaked in the spa for awhile and then took a long shower, training the hand hose with its hard, fine spray all over the erogenous parts of my body. Sitting back on the bench in the shower compartment I spread my legs and with my fingers pulled apart my labia as I directed the stiff flow of water onto my clitoris. It felt divine and I didn't stop until I had cum again. I sprayed on some cologne in the right places and dressed. I walked into the living room and found Charles with a pitcher of margaritas. He poured one for me. I took a sip and rewarded him with a peck on the cheek. He asked if I had a good day. I smiled and said, "Yes, I did, fairly nice," but offered no details. "How about you?" I added. Charles then began an unusual discussion of his office situation, which continued through dinner. He was 68 now, and things were not ideal with the corporation. He was thinking that perhaps it was time to step down, to retire perhaps, or at least semi-retire, for he was still a member of many boards and important committees. Charles had always been something of a workaholic, so I found this line of conversation quite unusual for him. It was disconcerting in a way, for what would I do if Charles was free to be around all the time? It raised all kinds of questions! He said he hadn't decided anything definitive yet, but was thinking about it and wanted to know what I thought. "Well, Charles love, you know whatever you do is fine with me," I purred. "You certainly deserve to retire if you want to." (To be continued in Chapter 3. Let me know what you think should happen.) Cinnamon's Secrets Ch. 03 Here’s another chapter of my ongoing saga of my life with Charles, my elderly husband whom I regularly cuckold with my adulterous behavior. This is, of course, a fantasy, and I would never recommend such irresponsible, reckless, unprotected sex in real life. (But its fun to think about!) I’d love to hear what you think about it, too. * * * Its Saturday today. Charles is getting ready for a golf date with his buddies and will soon be gone for most of the day. Golf is of no interest at all to me. I'm more of a tennis person. I brushed my long dark hair and pinned it back. Then I went into the kitchen, poured a mug of coffee from the pot that Charles had already brewed and sloshed some Bailey's into it. The sweet, rich, creamy coffee was at once both invigorating and relaxing. I mused about what I would do today as I perused the Times. Actually, my mind was preoccupied with Charles' suggestion last night that he might retire soon. At 68 he was certainly old enough, but he was such a workaholic that I'd thought he would never step down voluntarily. I think some problems at the office have made him think that it might be a good time to quit being CEO of one of America's largest corporations. I didn't think it was because he wanted more time with me! Our sexual intercourse had become an occasional ritual and Charles knew very well that he didn't begin to satisfy my nymphomania. At 26 I was in my sexual prime and needed several orgasms a day. He had mentioned possibly travelling more, which might be fun, but I didn't think I'd relish playing nursemaid to a wandering tourist unless I had plenty of opportunities to break loose and find stiff cocks on my own, as I do now. Well, time would tell, and I knew how adaptable I could be. I had a tennis date with my neighbor, Sheila, but that wasn't until this afternoon. I decided to go for a jog in Central Park. It was warmer than yesterday so I slipped into some short shorts and a tee shirt and headed out. As I left our building I gave the doorman a playful pat on the ass as he held the door open for me. He wasn't a bad looking guy and I may very well fuck him one of these days. Out on the street I attracted the usual chorus of whistles, catcalls, and lewd offers from workmen, loiters, and teenagers. My long, shapely legs stretched as I loped toward the nearby park. Once there, the people were fewer and I headed down a secluded path through a wooded area. As I came into a little clearing there were four guys throwing a football around. They looked like they were about 18 or 19, all dressed in jeans and tee shirts, with lovely, muscular bodies. They all had a dark, Hispanic appearance and seemed to be talking Spanglish. There was a bench alongside the path. I sat down on it as if to watch them play football. They noticed me immediately. A tall, lanky one held the ball and called to me, "Wanna play?" He faked a pass at me. I called back, "Sure, whata you wanna play?" He threw the ball toward me but it was too high and just touched my fingertips as it sailed over my head into some bushes behind the bench. I followed the pigskin into the bushes and beyond into a tiny clearing where it had come to rest. I bent over to pick it up, but the boys had also run after me and just as I reached the ball they tackled me and fell in a heap on top of me. I was spread flat on my back with the tall guy directly in my face. His big hands were immediately under my tee shirt and all over my tits. A thrill of excitement shot through my body as he pinched my nipples. "Hola, bebé, you got nice tetas here," he grinned and pressed his mouth against my lips, shoving a long tongue into my mouth. I was thinking how nice that tongue would feel in my pussy, when suddenly I felt my shorts being roughly jerked off my ass and pulled right off my legs. In the process one of my expensive Reeboks slipped off. Without any foreplay at all my legs were spread apart and I felt a hard stiff cock barreling into my cunt. My pussy was wet enough to let it slide in easily amid the cheers of the others, who were shouting and hooting with glee. "Chínguela, chínguela," they shouted as the fucker picked up a rapid pace in and out of my cunt, almost a vibration. The tall boy kept his fingers on my nipples, pinning me down, while his compañero fucked me. He licked my face with his big tongue and whispered obscenities to me. The cock in my cunt came quickly and I could feel it throb as his warm cream surged from his balls and rifled through his shaft into my cunt. I was just starting to cum myself when they rolled me over and pulled me up on all fours. "Fuck the bitch!" one of them shouted, and immediately I felt a new, bigger cock penetrating my pussy from behind, doggie style. As he began pumping me rapidly, his hands grabbed my tits tightly and roughly, pulling on them like he was milking a cow. The tall guy now stood in front of me with his fly open and his big, stiff, purple cock poking straight at me. "Me chupes, puta. Chupes mi banana," he laughed, and shoved his big dick into my mouth. His cock was warm and stiff and I obediently swirled my tongue around it as I sucked it deep into my throat, at the same time pushing my ass back against the cock that was banging my pussy. The tall man began a rhythmic fucking of my mouth making it easy for me to bring him quickly to a climax. The other two guys also had their hard-ons sticking out through their flies, up near my face, jerking them off and jeering at me in Spanish. One of them came first and shot a load of cum into my ear. It ran down my cheek and dripped from my chin just as the cock in my mouth exploded. It shot its first squirt into my mouth, but then it came out of my mouth and put three or four more strings of cum all over my face. The third guy added his load just as the guy in my cunt screamed in the ecstasy of his orgasm. As he pulled out of me I could feel the cum running down my thigh. By the time he came up in front of me his cock was hard again and he was shoving it in my mouth, with his hands in my hair pulling my head over his meat. I could taste my own pussy juice as well as his cum as I sucked on the eager penis. They all took turns doggie fucking my cunt and making me suck them. They also kept jerking off on me. At one point one of them lay down on his back with his face under my chest so he could chew on my tit as he jerked himself off. But never did any of them give me the pleasure of tongue-fucking my pussy. One of them tried hard to drive his stiff cock into my ass, but he found my tight little anus impenetrable and finally settled for another fuck of my wide open and juicy cunt. They must have each cum five or six times. By the time they had finished I was covered with their goo, along with my skinned and grassed-stained knees and elbows. Their cocks were finally limp, but before they put them back in their jeans two of them saw fit to piss all over me. "Nooooooo," I whined, but they just laughed and continued to direct their foul yellow streams across my torso even as I crawled away across the muddy grass. As a final insult, one of them wrenched my remaining Reebok off my foot, and, picking up the other one, announced that they would be a nice present for his novia [girlfriend]. And then they were gone. I picked up my naked body and wiped my face off as best I could with the bottom of my tee shirt. I was sore, and I felt dirty and humiliated. I was crying, and my tears ran down my cheeks. I found my shorts dangling from a bush and pulled them on. Barefoot, I started back up the path and quickly broke into a jog. I just wanted to get home as quickly as possible. As I jogged, I thought about what I had just been through. I had asked for it hadn't I? I mean, I wanted to get fucked and had flaunted my sexy body in front of them. And it had felt good for the most part, even if they weren't the most gentlemanly guys in the world. I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I was careless as I left the park and almost got hit by a taxi. His loud horn startled me and brought my senses back up to a higher sensitivity. But why did they have to rape me like that? Or did they? I never told them "No." Except for getting peed on at the end. But, I reminded myself, I had been pretty cooperative and probably had brought it on myself. Act like a slut and get treated like a slut I decided. I sometimes suffer from low self esteem and this was certainly one of those times. I was aware of the looks I was getting as I ran barefoot down 50th Street toward the condo. I tried to ignore them but was not very successful. I was so happy finally to see our doorman again. The look on his face was incredulous, but he recognized me and held the door open. I didn't stop my jog until I reached the elevator. I felt relieved that there was no one else about as I rode up to our unit alone. I was also relieved that my key was still in my shorts, along with the twenty I had tucked in my pocket before leaving. Being Saturday, the maid and the cook were both off so no one was there. I headed straight for the bath, peeling off my tee shirt and my shorts as I got there. I shocked myself as I looked at my naked image in the big mirror. What a mess! I looked like I had been through hell! My feet were filthy and the rest of me wasn't much cleaner. I filled the tub with warm water, added some fragrant bath salts, and eased my aching body into it. The warm water felt good and the bubble bath seemed to restore both my spirits and my body. I lay perfectly still for a long time and then turned the Jacuzzi jets on low and let the water swirl around me, caressing every inch of me. I let my fingers roam all over, first scrubbing my feet and then my legs and upper body with a sponge. As I rubbed my wet breasts the nipples stiffened and came alive again. I pinched them tightly and felt a lovely sensation ripple out through my whole being. Now my fingers caressed my inner thighs, my pussy, and my anus, cleansing and stimulating at the same time. As I washed my pussy clean of the morning's debauchery my fingers probed deeply into my cunt, finger fucking it and bringing back the pleasure of being touched in those erogenous places. By the time I found my clitoris it was already swollen. I was aroused now and could not stop masturbating until I had satisfied this new lust. I rubbed harder and faster. I could feel my juices rising once again. I pinched my nipples harder with my other hand. "Ohhhhhhh," I groaned. "Now, Yes, ohhhhhhhhh yes," as I picked up my own tempo of finger fucking myself. It felt wonderful, but also there was this terrible tension of wanting to cum so badly before my body was ready. My cunt was hot now, so hot. "Pleeaase, cum, cum now, . . ." And then it came . . . serene and full of relief and indescribable pleasure -- a woman's pleasure, putting me almost into a tiny coma before my senses slowly returned in an afterglow of peace and contentment. I lay in the water a bit longer. I shampooed my hair thoroughly and then combed it out wet, the rich black locks falling loosely to my shoulders. Finally I got out of the tub and toweled off briskly, moisturized my skin all over. I painted my toes and fingernails and faced the big mirror once more. I saw a beautiful woman. After drying my hair, I sprayed on some perfume, applied a little eye make up and lipstick, and stepped back to admire my nudity in the big mirror again. My long, slim body radiated beauty from my toes to my head. I was curvy in all the right places, my skin was soft and creamy, my shaved pussy as seductive as my upturned breasts, and my face was angelic. I was a woman again, and proud of it. It was now nearly 2 p.m. I wasn't hungry, but I grabbed a fresh pear in the kitchen and nibbled on it as I put on my tennis togs. Our condo building has a pool and fitness center on the top floor and four screened-in tennis courts on the roof. Sheila was waiting for me at the one she had reserved for us when I got there. Sheila is an athletic, if small woman with a great body. She keeps fit so her body is muscular and tight. I love the way her firm little ass and her stiff tits wiggle when she runs. She's a blonde with creamy white skin 'cause she works in an office and doesn't get enough sun. And I kept her running in our first set, beating her 6-4. By the end of the second, in which she bested me 7-5, we were both perspiring heavily and agreed to quit. We tripped down the stairs to the fitness center and headed for the ladies' locker room, ready for a shower. Before we got there, though, we saw Sam, who took care of the place, standing outside of the apartment he had up there, watching some girls in bikinis by the swimming pool. Sam is a muscular African-American who is responsible for maintaining the fitness center, arranging the reservations for the tennis courts, etc. Today he was wearing a close-fitting sweatsuit that left little to the imagination. Specifically, the outline oh his big, stiff cock was obvious, from his huge balls up what looked to be about a ten-inch shaft to the cockhead. He was making no effort to conceal what certainly appeared to be a magnificent penis, thick and long and luscious. Sheila noticed it, too. As we approached him she leaned over to me and grabbed my ass-cheek in her fist and whispered, "Do you see that tool?" “Now that is a male organ," I giggled back at her. We came abreast of him. As he nodded a hello, I came close to him and boldly reached out and touched his cock, stroking it slightly through the thin material of his sweat pants. "Looks like that needs some attention," chirped Sheila. "Yes, Ma'am, you wanna do dat?" Sam replied. "If so, y'all just follow me." And he immediately turned and walked into his apartment, leaving the door open behind him. Sheila and I looked at each other quizzically. "I'm game," said Sheila. I just shrugged and headed through the door with Sheila at my heels. We followed Sam into his bedroom where he immediately peeled off his sweatshirt to reveal a muscular chest with little hair. I moved toward him quickly, grabbing the top of his sweatpants with both hands and giving them a hard jerk downward. They immediately dropped below his knees and his big, stiff, black cock sprung out from his naked torso. It was truly a magnificent sight. From his huge sack of balls that swung below, a thick ebony erection rose almost to his belly button. Only the head of this giant cock was somewhat lighter in color, more brownish, and pink at the little pee slit, which was already oozing precum. I reached out and grabbed hold of Sam's penis as I fell to my knees before him. I pushed him back a little and he sat on the edge of the bed as my tongue reached his balls and my fingers closed around the hard, stiff shaft. Sheila, meanwhile, had stripped off her clothes and had climbed onto the bed, pushing Sam's willing upper body onto his back as she straddled his wide chest and thrust her hairy pussy into his face, cradling his head in her hands and pulling his mouth up to her cunt. "Eat me, Sam. Eat my cunt." Sam's big, stiff cock was a marvel as it stood proudly before my face. A long crooked vein stood out prominently, running from his huge black scrotum all the way up to his brown cockhead. I ran my tongue along it slowly and then closed my lips over his cockhead. His low gasp and a surge in his cock registered Sam's approval. My head bobbed up and down over the cockhead as my fist closed around the base of his thick shaft. My wet tongue swirled around and over its soft grainy surface. My hand jerked his outer skin up and down as my mouth stretched wide open to take in more of the massive organ. Sam began to thrust his hips upwards, pushing his cock further into my mouth and getting into a rhythm, all the while continuing to eat Sheila's pussy, eliciting moans and shrieks of joy from her. Sheila looked back over her shoulder to look at the huge cock fucking my mouth. "Ooooohh, I want that, too," she squealed, and suddenly reversed her position turning onto her stomach and facing me and the giant cock. She pushed her pussy back into Sam's mouth, yelling at him, "Don't stop, Sam, keep on eating me. Suck on my clit." Even as she shouted these coarse orders to Sam, she joined me in tonguing his big black cock. I pulled my mouth off the shaft to let her at the cockhead and our tongues met as we licked him together. Sheila's hand went out and around my head, pulling my face to hers even as I continued to jerk on his meat. Our lips met in a long passionate open mouth kiss that included Sam's velvety-soft cockhead. I was now hot as a firecracker and I could restrain the itch in my cunt no longer. I stood up and stripped off my clothes. I climbed onto the bed on my knees, straddling Sam's torso and lowering my pussy into Sheila's face which was now impaled on the stiff cock. Sam was groaning in ecstasy as I unceremoniously pulled Sheila's head off the cock by her hair and forced my wet pussy over his erect phallus. Sheila shrieked in surprise, but immediately got her tongue onto my clit and began to whip it frantically as she moaned with the joy of Sam's continued licking of her cunt. Sam was close to cumming. I could feel his cock throb in me as I slid down it all the way to the hilt and then bounced up and down on that sweet hot rod. It felt soooooo sooooo goooood. "Fuck me Sam! Make that big black cock cum in me." At that very moment, Sheila began to grunt and moan more loudly. "Ohh Gawd YES," she screamed. Don't stop! Don't stop! That's it. YES! YES!" She then went into a long swoon as her orgasm overcame her. Sam continued to rock his cock upward in rhythm against my frantic bouncing on him. He had a dreamy gaze in his eyes and then suddenly stopped, moaned loudly and I could feel him shooting repeated waves of cum deep into my cunt. Immediately I began to cum, too, and shuddered in ecstasy as my hot juices flowed. I rose up off the still erect cock. Sam adroitly sprang up easily flipping Sheila over onto her belly. He pulled her up by her ass so that she was on her knees, with her face still down on the bed. In no time he had mounted her doggie style and was pumping his hard black cock into her dripping pussy. I stood behind them and admired his huge ball pouch as it swung in time as he banged his cock into Sheila's box. "You my bitch now," Sam panted as he picked up the tempo. "You my bitch now, 'n I'm fuckin' yo cunt," he told her. "Yes Yes, Sam. "Fuck me. Fuck Me. I'm your bitch. Oh Yes, Yes," she gasped, "fuck me harder." I couldn't resist those beautiful balls and I attacked them with my tongue as I held his rocking ass. He moaned with appreciation as I licked his balls and felt him driving his cock deeper into Sheila. When he finally came again, amid Sheila's excited shrieking with joy, I sucked that enormous scrotum into my mouth, tonguing his balls into a massive ejaculation. Sam withdrew his cock slowly from Sheila's cunt. His cream oozed out of her slit and ran down her thigh. The flaccid black cock glistened with their juices and the sight of this image immediately sent a new surge of desire through my pussy. I gave his cock a long lick and sucked it into my mouth again, loving the taste of their cum. I kept sucking it until that perfect cock was hard and stiff again. Now we squirreled around on the bed until we had formed a loving triangle. Sam's tongue was already hard at work on my pussy, sending waves of delight through my body as he sucked in my swollen clit. Sheila now was sucking his cock with great zeal, while I licked her cunt. Sam was a master cunt-licker and he had me breathlessly excited in almost no time. This in turn made me drive my tongue deep into her pink hole, sucking in her sweet juices. She tasted yummy. I was so hot now and Sam's great tongue was sending me into paradise. We all came together. Sheila took her mouth off the giant ebony cock as it squirted gobs of pearly white cream all over her face. She continued to jerk it in her hand until the spurts stopped. Cinnamon's Secrets Ch. 03 Sheila now rolled over to me and our naked bodies came together in a loving embrace. Our breasts with their hard stiff nipples rubbed together sending lovely sensations all the way down to my pussy. Our lips and our tongues met and slid around our faces as I lapped up Sam's cum from Sheila's face. I felt good, satisfied, a woman who was sexually fulfilled--at least for now! The three of us showered together, giggling and laughing as we soaped and sponged each other's wet bodies. Sam's wonderful cock never went down completely and I brought him off once more with my hand as we showered. I just love hard cocks so much! By the time I got back to the apartment Charles had returned from his golf. He was in great spirits, having shot a 74 on 18 holes. He'd already mixed up a pitcher of margaritas and I was ready for a drink. Afterwards we went out for dinner since Cookie was off for the weekend. Over dinner Charles told me the latest gossip about his golf buddies, and eventually got around to telling me that he had definitely decided to retire. In fact, he would be stepping down as CEO almost immediately and would be leaving the office within a few weeks. We went home and went to bed. Charles was worn out and and fell asleep almost at once. I stayed awake a little longer, wondering how I would cope with a full time retiree. Chapter 4 will deal with that.