4 comments/ 45253 views/ 3 favorites After Bar By: voltaire_one "Why don't we all go back to our place?" Asked Kris as last call had come and gone. No one really seemed in the mood to stop the partying. "Sounds like a good idea!" Agreed Kim as she grabbed her purse and gave her boyfriend Ken a nudge. "We have lots to drink at our place and we can kick back and relax on the couch and watch some tv." Kris said as she tucked her phone into her purse as we walked out the door. About 15 minutes later, we were at the house and fresh drinks were poured. The atmosphere was casual and light, the girls laughing and getting drunker by the minute. Neither Ken nor I complained. The talking and laughing and drinking continued for some time when all of a sudden Kim blurted out, as she took a big gulp of her drink, "You have such nice boobs! They are so large. Mine are small compared to yours." "Thank you." Said Kris as she arched her back pushing her large 36D breasts even further out. "But you have nothing to complain about. Yours are nice and full. And look so firm!" "Mmmm. That they are. But yours are so big!! I just can't take my eyes off of them!" Said Kim as she looked down Kris's cleavage. Kris was wearing a very tight, low-cut black T-shirt that very effectively showed of her tits. Kris bent over to allow Kim a better view as Ken leaned in to get a better look also. "Damn! Those are nice!" Said Ken as he peered down Kris's shirt. "Oh you like the view huh?" Said Kim as she turned to Ken. "You like to look at her tit's huh? Mine not good enough for you?" She said as she grabbed each of her breasts in her hand and gave them a push up to accentuate her cleavage. "No, no, no! Yours are great! I am just saying that Kris's are nice too!" Said Ken. "You know how much I like your's." "Nice save." Said Kris as she took a seat next to Kim. Kim gave Kris a big hug as soon as she sat down. After the hug Kim placed her hand on Kris's leg and let it stay there. Ken was looking at the two of them and trying to get a good view of Kris's ample cleavage. Ken had always been fixated on Kris's breasts. Long before he met Kim, he would spend hours at the bar talking to her and trying as many times as possible to steal a glance down her shirt. Kris was never one to be shy about her assets and would often lean over for him to show off her sexy bras for him. Ken was always happy to get the chance to look but never went as far as trying to grab them or misbehave in any way as he knew I was there. (And watching!) As soon as I had poured us all new drinks and returned to the living room where the three of them were sitting, I remarked to Kim, "Well I see that you have made yourself comfortable." Looking at her hand gently sliding up and down Kris's leg. "I sure am. She is so cute. I have to be near her." Said an obviously tipsy Kim as she leaned over and kissed Kris on the cheek. Kris giggled a little as Kim kissed her and I could see Kris's nipples harden as she did so. As Kim kissed her, her hand came up to Kris's face and pulled it toward her lips. After the kiss her hand dropped and slowly slid down across Kris's chest, running her open palm across her breast. "Mmmm." Said Kris as Kim's hand slid across her breasts. With that, Kim turned again to Kris as Kris turned to face her and they met in a kiss. At first it was a quick little peck on the lips with both laughing afterward. "That was sexy!" Said Ken as he and I watched. "I'll bet you liked that." Said Kim as she turned and kissed Ken. "Then I am sure you will love this." Kim turned again to Kris, turning her whole body into her as she again reached her hand up to cup Kris's face and leaned in to give a her another kiss. This time however, the kiss was longer and Kris reached up and cupped Kim's face as they kissed. Soon, they were eagerly kissing and moving in closer to each other, and both caught up in the moment. Ken and I looked at each other. Ken's eyes were wide as he stared at the action next to him. From where I sat, I could see Kris as she opened her eyes and looked at me. I smiled and winked at her, letting her know that I was ok with this as she winked back and closed her eyes and began to kiss Kim back as eagerly as Kim was to her. As I settled back in my chair getting a great view of the show, Kim pulled back from her kiss and turned her head to Ken and reached up and pulled Ken in close to give him a big kiss. As she did this, Ken slipped his hands around her and gave her breasts a big squeeze causing Kim to squirm as she arched her back in pleasure. "You enjoying this baby?" Kim asked Ken. "Hell yeah I am!" Replied Ken as he kissed her again deeply and passionately as his hands again found and squeezed her breasts. Kim turned her attention back to Kris who was now lying back on the couch, her face flush with excitement. Kim turned and brought one leg over Kris and ended up straddling Kris on the couch. She smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Their lips met and soon they both were eagerly kissing, tongues exploring. Kris's hands moved slowly up Kim's back as Kim's hands slowly worked their way down to the top of Kris's breasts, stopping just above them. Kim pulled away from her kiss and looked at Kris with a huge grin on her face as she slowly moved her hands down over Kris's huge breasts. "They feel amazing! So large and soft. I had wondered how they would feel." Kim said as her hands began to freely grope at Kris's breasts. Kris just closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. Ken was lost in surprise. He was running his hand up and down Kim's back staring at her hands as they squeezed Kris's breasts. Kris ran her fingers thru his hair and said, "You like seeing my breasts played with don't you?" Ken nodded his head, unable to speak. "I'm sure Kim would let you squeeze one if you want." She said as she looked at Kim. Kim smiled and nodded yes, then guided one of his hands to Kris's breast, where he quickly began squeezing and enjoying her soft breast. Kris looked at me and smiled. I knew she was having a great time, and could tell that she was totally horny. I smiled back and gave her a little wink letting her know that it was ok to proceed in any way she chooses. With that, Kris pulled Ken in closer and gave him a kiss, asking if he is having fun. "You even need to ask?" he said as he goes in for another kiss. After the kiss ended, Kris turned her attention back again to Kim. She slid her hands up and gently touched Kim's breasts. Kim reacted with a gentle moan as her hand reached for and pressed Kris's hand hard into her breast, making Kris squeeze hard. Ken slides his hand up Kris's stomach and under her shirt placing his hand over her bra. I could clearly see his hands squeezing eagerly. Soon he moved it across her chest to her other breast and slid his hand inside her bra. Kris jumped slightly as Ken must have found and pinched a very hard nipple. He then moved his hand from her shirt and began to pull it up, and with a little maneuvering on Kris's part, managed to get her shirt off. Following the lead, Kim leaned back and pulled off her shirt. Now both of the women were topless, just in their bras. Kim looked down at Kris's chest and ran her hands across her bare chest. As she does, Kris reached up and began to touch Kim's breasts, each lost in their own world. Kim looked over at Ken and saw a large bulge in his pants. "You look uncomfortable. Maybe you should take off your pants." She said as she slid off of Kris to sit on the other side of Kris. Ken slid his pants down revealing a raging hard on in his boxer briefs. Kim leaned across Kris and ran her hand along the length of Ken's hard cock thru his briefs. Kris just stared at his bulge as Kim continued to stimulate his cock. Kim looked at Kris and said, "You want to touch?" And not waiting for an answer, pulled Kris's hand to Ken's hard cock. She immediately squeezed and pulled on his barely contained cock. Soon the head of his cock slid out of his briefs exposing his engorged swollen head. Kim slid across Kris's lap, lying down so she could slide Ken's cock into her mouth. From her angle, Kris can see the whole act up close. She watched as Kim slid her tongue around his swollen head and then suddenly pulled down his boxer briefs down, fully exposing his hard cock. Kris was obviously happy with what she saw. Ken was at least 7 inches long and hard as a rock, his head swollen and red, just aching to be played with. Kim began to swallow his cock into her mouth, sliding up and down his shaft. Kris continued to watch as Ken turned to her and reached out to her pulling her head close to him to kiss her. As their lips met, his hands again went to her breasts. Kim stopped sucking his cock and rose up from Kris's lap. After the kiss, Kris looked down at the exposed cock took it into her hand, slowly stroking it. Ken continued kissing her and groping her breasts as Kim began kissing her bare stomach and reached around behind her undoing her bra strap, then slowly and expertly removing her bra exposing Kris's large full breasts. Soon Kim had her mouth and tongue all over Kris's bare tits, sucking an licking her hard nipples. Ken bent over and began to suck on one breast as Kim sucked the other. As all this was happening, I continued to sit on the chair opposite of all the action. I was in heaven as I watched. Kris knows how much I enjoy watching her get fucked and this was working out just fine. Ken continued to squeeze and suck on Kris's breasts as Kim began to suck on Kens cock some more. After a while she looked over and saw me and my rock hard cock bulging in my now too tight pants. She slid away from Ken and Kris as Ken was now working his kisses up her bare chest and neck, finding Kris's eager mouth. She was stroking his hard shaft, fully engrossed in their own world of pleasure. Kim sat in my lap facing me as I slid my hands up over her naked torso ending at her breasts. I leaned in and began to slowly kiss and suck on her nipples. They were so hard and sensitive. Each time my tongue lapped across an erect nipple, Kim would moan and arch her back forcing my mouth to put even more of her breast into my eager mouth. She was running her fingers thru my hair pulling me in tight as she ground her crotch into my bulging cock. She pulled my face to hers and began to kiss me deeply and eagerly. Her fingers began to undo my pants as I maneuvered to allow her be able to pull them down while my hands worked at her pants at the same time, and as soon as my pants went down, I slid off hers. Stealing a quick glance over to Ken and Kris, I saw that Kris now had her mouth around Kens cock. She was taking it all in, sliding her hand up and down the shaft as she slid her lips up and down. He was fully enjoying this as Kris gave the most amazing blow jobs. The way her tongue and mouth worked with her hands and gentle sucking that she masterfully employed was second to none. I looked up and saw that Kim was watching the action with me. Her hand was wrapped around my swollen cock as we watched. "I can see why you like this." She said. "That is so intense to see." Her hand squeezed hard and worked my cock in rhythm to Kris's mouth on Ken's cock. "Why don't we see if Ken is ready to fuck?" I whispered into Kim's ear. "Go over there and straddle him and slide his cock into you." "You want to watch don't you?" Purred Kim. "I do." I stated as I squeezed her hard nipple with one hand as the other slid easily into her wet pussy. She moaned deeply as my finger slid in. Her hips began to grind hard on my finger as she moved her hand to mine forcing it to stay between her legs, fingers buried deep inside. Soon she was panting hard and I could feel her pussy sucking hard at my fingers buried deep inside. I worked them inside her as she ground hard and began a very hard intense orgasm. Once she calmed down and her juices flowed freely down my hand, she got up, went over to Ken, who now with Kris had been intently watching her cum, pushed him back and slid his cock into her waiting pussy. She kissed him hard and deep. Ken began to slam into her hard and fast. Kris came over to me and straddled my lap, her back to mine and slid my cock into her really wet pussy. I reached around and squeezed her breasts as I let her work my cock with her hips. Ken continued to fuck Kim hard as she began to orgasm again. She arched her back and held onto Ken's shoulders as she ground her pussy on his cock. She came hard and rolled over onto her back and spread her legs as she told Ken to fuck her hard. Kens proceed to do as he was told and slammed his cock deep and hard into her. She pulled him in tight as he began to fuck her hard. All she could do was to scream out "Yes! Harder! Fuck that pussy!" Over and over. Meanwhile Kris was riding my cock hard and had her fingers working her soaking pussy. It wasn't long before she came hard. She ground on my cock hard and fast as she came over and over again. Ken was continuing to pound into Kim until was ready to explode. He pulled out and began to spray his hot cum all across her stomach and chest. Kim was stroking his cock to milk every last drop. As I watched this, it was too much to handle. I told Kris I was going to cum and she stood up and looked at Kim and told me cum on Kim's tits. Kim reached out her hands toward me as I quickly moved over to her as Ken moved back. I knelt over her as her hand grabbed my shaft as I shot out my cum all over her tits. She expertly guided the shots of cum onto her tits as Kris rubbed the cum into her chest. I moved back, spent, and watched the two girls began to kiss deeply as their hands worked their way down to and into each others pussy. Kim inserted her fingers into Kris as Kris worked her fingers into Kim. Both continued to kiss deeply as they finger fucked each other until they both began to cum at the same time. They both moved their other hands over the other girl's hand deep in their pussy as they both came hard. Ken and I could only watch in amazement. As they both came, our cocks both came back to full attention. In unison, the girls reached up and pulled us to them, guiding our cocks to their wet pussy's. Kris had Ken and Kim had me. I watched as Ken slid his cock deep into my wife and began to fuck her hard. I slid easily into Kim and she matched my thrusts with her own as I fucked her as hard as Ken was fucking Kris. I could feel the sticky cum from Kim's chest sticking to mine as we fucked hard. I glanced over to see that Kris was watching me as I watched her. She smiled and I could see she was going to cum again. She began to moan and move hard into Ken as she began to orgasm again. Ken held on for as long as he could until he could hold it no longer and pulled out at the last second shooting his load across Kris's large tits. Seeing this sent Kim over the edge and I could feel her pussy pulsate on my cock and she began another wild orgasm. I rode it out for as long as I could be then pulled out quickly and moved over to Kris and came hard all over her tits just as Ken had. Afterward, I leaned back against the couch and looked at both girls lying on the floor panting, covered in cum. We all relaxed, catching our breath for a while. After quick showers, both girls had cleaned up as Ken and I fixed some more drinks. Kris and I settled in on the love seat as Ken and Kim settled in on the couch. It wasn't long until the alcohol, long night and hot sex took its toll and we all fell asleep. The next morning, Kim and Ken had to leave. Both said we would have to have some drinks again. Only this time they would host the after bar party. After Bar 69 "After Bar 69" is the second story in a series of four. It is drawn from experiences of a white American male nude art model, Tom, from Cleveland. He becomes a dirty naked sex-model publicly engaging in sex and rimming a naked black Jamaican female, Angela, in an open-to-the-public live-sex-peepshow on the Reeperbahn in Hamburg, Germany. Characters and places have been rendered fictional from interviewed real experiences. * It was noon on a hot summer Saturday in Germany. I had become a low-life publicly naked piece-of-ass. That was what I was. In America I had been a slavish sissy white cuckold who watched while five black bulls fucked my white wife. And she had to lick-out and tongue fuck their black assholes before they would fuck her. In fact, she usually had to lick the black guys' unwashed black assholes clean. She had gotten pregnant by one of them. After the biracial baby was born she had left me and gone to live with her mother. Now I was getting even with her. I was a public asshole-licking naked white male slut in sex-shows on the Reeperbahn in Hamburg. I relished the disrepute and mockery from being one. I now had to go to work as a naked public piece-of-ass. I took off my wristwatch, shoes, socks, shirt, tee shirt, slacks, and underpants. When I was naked, I pulled on a tee shirt, shorts without underpants, and shower shoes without socks. Down the street I would strip legally naked and perform sex-acts in live-sex peepshows with a black Jamaican girl named Angela. "Legally naked" is when sex-organs, buttocks, and anus are on display for public viewing. I did not want to bother with taking off a lot of clothes to be legally naked for my gig. I put on a chrome-studded black leather slave-collar, chrome-studded black wristbands on each wrist, and chrome-studded black ankle-bands on each ankle. All of their sex-models wore these. The black Congo peepshow manager's black Haitian wife had designed this fetish apparel. Its only purpose was to call attention to their pieces-of-ass lewdly exhibiting their bare buttocks, anuses, genitals, breasts, and nipples. Their shows featured black-dominating-white interracial sex. Naked subdued white sex-pigs like me wore black ones, and the dominating naked black sex-performers wore white leather ones. "It is so you whores look like dirty slave-sluts instead of arty nudes," she had smirked with a French accent. "Customers pay to sneer at our debauched slave pieces-of-ass." I had been one of her debauched naked pieces-of-ass in that peepshow on Thursday. During breaks between those shows, Angela suggested that since I was the only male nude art model named Tom in Cleveland, her art-student pen-pal and distant cousin Susan might have drawn me in figure drawing classes. Susan, she told me, was a black eighteen-year-old Army brat. Susan's father now worked in recruiting office in Cleveland. But he had been stationed in Germany before that and hung around with Angela. Angela and she had been exchanging e-mails since she left. Next door to the peepshow was one of the many sex-show bars on the raunchy Reeperbahn. I stopped and peeked in. I called the joint Bar 69. All day Friday I had been the naked male half of the public sex-act with a naked blond blue-eyed Ukrainian woman named Marina on top of that bar. Being naked in the peepshow had been different. It was like being inside a private little room because I could not see anyone looking at me behind those dark viewing-windows. Bar 69 was utterly public. I had been a naked public piece-of-ass in the open-to-the-public bar and exchanged conversation with spectators, often while rimming, eating pussy, or getting my cock sucked. It had seemed strange only for a few minutes. I relished the disrepute and mockery from being a naked public piece-of-ass there, too. And I now had a guaranteed future gig to be a naked public slut on-camera in some porn videos in Nuremberg in a couple days. After that I would come back and again be a very public and heckled naked piece-of-ass on top of the bar at Bar 69 for three more weeks, more if needed. Freya, the Bar 69 proprietor, looked up from behind the bar counter, noted my sex-show costuming, and could see I was about to appear as a naked public piece-of-ass next door. On Thursday, she had gone to the peepshow to tell the manager that her black African male who usually performed with Marina had to go to German immigration the next afternoon. Freya picked me instead of two younger more attractive guys because she had seen me publicly performing anilingus on Angela for customer amusement. "I need a really dirty naked male piece-of-ass for Friday, and you're that dirty bitch," she had told me. She waved cutely this time. "Hello, bitch," she hollered to me with a grin that had a hint of a sneer. During the time that I was naked and rimming the naked Ukrainian woman on top of her bar counter, three rich upper-class Zulu girls from South Africa had come in. Freya had pimped a white asshole-licking Croatian male to them a few days earlier. So she had pimped me to the three Zulu girls as their asshole-licking white male whore. They all had large black buttocks that completely surrounded my face while I was rimming their assholes. Like most pimps, Freya had kept my whore money. "Hi," I waved back to her. It was best to stay on friendly terms. I would be a naked white male bitch on her sex-stage again. I continued on to the peepshow. I sometimes glanced at passers-by on the sidewalk wondering if they knew I was one of the depraved Reeperbahn strip's low-life pieces-of-ass. When I was doing nude art modeling the students would sometimes meet me on the street and mock me by snidely saying, "Oh, I didn't recognize you with your clothes on." It happened to all of the nude art models I knew in Cleveland. But none of the passers-by seemed to know who or what I was. I passed them without getting any response and got to the storefront of the peepshow. It was liberated Germany. Behind the glass of the peepshow advertising case facing the sidewalk were six large color photographs of all of their sex performers, including me. These large-size glossy color photos were lined up in three pairs under printed times for our live-sex-shows. All six of us sex-models, including Angela and me, had been photographed totally naked except for our chrome-studded leather slave-collars, wristbands, and ankle-bands. All six photos had been taken while we sex-models were on our hands and knees on the office desk. The manager's wife had photographed all of us from behind our bare asses and slightly below the desktop level while we looked back toward the lens of her camera to reveal our facial identities. "Spread your legs lewdly wide apart and look back at my camera," she had commanded all six of us nude sex-models while she crouched behind our naked buttocks. "They're advertising photos. They'll show you naked pieces-of-ass sluttishly touting your asses, assholes, and sex-organs to people on the sidewalk like dirty whores." While Angela and I had stood naked after getting down from the desk, the manager's wife had picked out the two Polaroid shots that were now in the sidewalk ad case and showed them to us with a contemptuous sneer. "Customers come in to see our defiled naked whores like you," she had told Angela and me with an insolent laugh. Now, several days and twelve live-sex-shows later, I started in from the sidewalk. For some reason I looked back. Two eighteen-year-old black girls stopped at the advertising case facing the sidewalk. They began chuckling and snickering at the photos of us sex-models sluttishly touting our bare asses, assholes, and sex-organs to everyone on the sidewalk like whores. One black girl had a pencil-row hairstyle, wore a white tanktop, green shorts, white socks, and white name-brand sneakers. The other had straightened blond-dyed hair, and wore a blue blouse, short white shorts, white socks, and brown loafers. Her short white shorts fit snugly and revealed some of the bottoms of her shapely round black buttocks. She carried a video camera. Did I see her somewhere before? Maybe it was because both her pretty face and ebony ass resembled Angela's. The blond-haired black girl pointed to my photo and giggled, "I saw his bare ass, asshole, cock, and balls in..." A noisy large truck went by on the Reeperbahn, and I missed the rest. But I noted that it was American English. The truck went past, and I could hear again. The tall black girl answered, "Yeah, let's watch your whore-cousin degrade the white male whore," she grinned while she tapped at the photo of me. "They're on in three minutes," the blond-haired black girl said while pointing to photos of Angela and me. They snickered and sneered for a few seconds at our scandalous photos and then rascally swaggered inside. "Your cousin looks a lot like you, Susan," the tall black girl with pencil-row hair wisecracked. Then I knew that the blond-haired black girl was Angela's cousin from Cleveland, for whom I had modeled nude many times. "Two of us can fit in a booth," Susan suggested to the other black girl. "We gotta see him actually doing it," said the tall black girl. Both were obviously American military brats and knew from experience that they could both get into a viewing booth. There was another advertising case just inside the door. They stopped and looked at it. It had close-up photos of each of the three female faces on the outside bulletin board giving blowjobs and each of the male faces on it eating pussy. Beside these were a mixture of photos of coital sex acts, photos of white females rimming black males, and white males rimming black females, including a close-up of me with my white face turned sideways between Angela's bare black buttocks to clearly show my tongue licking her ebony asshole. The black girl with the blond hair patted her video camera and pointed to it. "Sure likes his face in her black ass. Be fun to get comments when we show our video," she sneered to her girlfriend with a nod at her video camera. The other girl nodded approval and snickered. They were caught up with the photos for another few seconds and did not see me. The peepshow joint had a green terrazzo floor. Large ceiling fans turned slowly in the sultry summer air. Several houseflies buzzed around them. I was hot and sweating. Way in the back, the pretty ebony face of Angela smiled as she waved to me. She was same five-feet-five-inch height as the teenage girl with the blond-dyed hair, but about five years older. She was barefoot and ready to go with her chrome-studded white leather slave-collar, wristbands, and ankle-bands on. She wore red lipstick lightly applied, lightly applied mascara and faint purplish eye shadow. Her straightened black hair was cut in a short female style and fastened back with a blue plastic hair clip. Her red tanktop only partly covered her fairly flat female breasts and revealed she had no bra. Her cut-short tight white shorts that revealed more of the bottoms of her shapely round black buttocks than the ones the teenager was wearing. Video booths lined both walls. Customers would watch videos of naked sex-performers engaging in coital sex, fellatio, cunnilingus, and anilingus while waiting around to watch naked real live-sex-show performers like Angela and me perform those same sex-acts. Male biology limited coital sex in live-sex-shows. Angela and I had to do five or six forty-five-minute shows every day, seven days a week. I might fuck her in one show per day. But usually we didn't fuck. We mostly did cunnilingus, fellatio, and anilingus, which we performed in a variety of sex-act poses and positions for forty-five minutes each show. I would lick her tits. She would lick my balls and then briefly suck my cock, long enough to entertain the spectators with public cocksucking, but not enough to cause me to ejaculate into her mouth and then be sexually done for the show. Then I would eat her pussy. Then I would lick her asshole. Then she would lick my balls and slowly suck my cock in a different position. Then I would lick her asshole and her cunt in a different position. Then she would lick my balls and slowly suck my cock in yet another position. And so on for forty-five minutes. The turntable continuously rotated us. Spectators in the booths could gawk at our sex-acts, naked bodies, sex-organs, bare asses, and assholes. Along with these, they could scrutinize our facial identities and expressions from all angles. No part of our facial features, bare flesh, anatomy, or sex-acts was ever out of spectator view for long. A red neon sign pointed to fifteen booths arranged in a circular pattern a dozen steps back into the joint. These had been constructed specifically for gawking at naked sex-models. They had been built for a single standing customer in each booth, but the management tolerated couples squeezing into them. They even tolerated three college-age students squeezing in. At five German marks for about two minutes of viewing in each of the fifteen booths, they made about two thousand marks, or around a thousand dollars, for each forty-five-minute live-sex-show. On other words, they made up to seven to eight thousand dollars per day. Since they paid naked Angela and me the Deutschemark equivalent of between sixty and eighty dollars a day, they lost little and gained repeat customers by letting extra spectators squeeze into viewing booths. The two college-age black girls were giggling just in back of me. "See his slave-collar and stuff? He's your piece-of-ass model that we're going to watch," the one with pencil-row hair shrieked with glee. Before I could turn, the manager saw me and glanced at his wristwatch. It was two minutes to show time. "Get naked, Tom!" he barked. I nodded to him that I would. Then I turned around. The black girl with the blond-dyed hair and the nice ass looked me over and grinned lewdly. "You're the whore who's gonna lick her asshole while I watch, and I've seen you naked before," she told me with a smirking sneer. I knew that it was Susan, Angela's cousin, and an art student who had drawn and painted my nude body many times. She had seen me naked in her art classes in Cleveland. But I kept quiet. She patted her video camera to let me know that she was also going to videotape me doing it, but said nothing. A sign said: No Cameras. No one paid attention to it. Management never said anything to the customers. But the black college student clearly did not want to test her luck. "The management makes their naked sex-models sign model releases because videos and photos can get shown and published," the tall black girl said to Susan. "You can show and sell the videos of the filthy white whore's naked body and his filthy rim-jobs, and he can't do anything about it." Susan shot me a dirty wink and held out the video camera to assure me of what she was going to do and shot me a wink and a contemptuous grin to confirm it. I felt a hand feeling my ass. I turned. It was Angela. She had told me on Thursday that she relished the feel of my face in her ass and my tongue on her anus. "Face-in-ass time, Tom," she told me in a Jamaican accent. "Face-in-ass time, Tom?" Susan taunted. I shrugged. Angela began pulling off her tanktop and I began pulling off my gym shirt as we hurried five steps to the door to the peepshow turntable. In back of us, the two teenage girls were snickering and laughing. Other customers were leering lewdly and sneering at us two sex-model sluts who would be on naked public exhibit engaging in sex-acts for them We got to the door bare from the waist up. Angela and I glanced back. The black girl with the blond hair was right in back of us. She was videotaping the scene. She winked and stuck her tongue out at me. "Is that your cousin, Susan?" I asked Angela. She smiled at her cousin and patted my ass. "Yeah," Angela nodded. "You modeled naked for her a lot." "You remember?" Susan asked me. I had modeled nude for thousands of different students by then. But Susan had been one of the few black art students. And I remembered her. "Yeah. You're a first year," I said. "Just for Susan, first thing you're going to do is lick my asshole, bitch," Angela told me loudly, for her cousin's benefit. "Best way to show you licking my black asshole is I'll get on my hands and knees and you get on your hands and knees behind my black ass." "Okay," I told her as I opened the door. Susan was videotaping us. She winked dirtily at me as Angela and I and stepped into the access door. "You modeled naked for her drawing class six times last spring," she said. "Yeah, I vaguely remember her," I said. I glanced back at Susan. I did not clearly remember her. But I did recognize her. "She didn't have blond hair when you modeled nude for her in art classes," Angela told me. "She just started that blond stuff. Wants to think she's German or white or something." I followed Angela in and shut the door. Neither she nor I minded anyone seeing us naked. But the manager's wife wanted the door shut for some kind of quirky legal reason. The access area to the turntable was small. I kicked off my shower shoes. Angela and I bumped against each other as she and I slipped off our shorts. Neither of us had worn underpants. I glanced at her tuft of kinky black pubic hair and the split ebony bulge of her fleshy cunt. It was a hot day and even hotter in the heat of bright peepshow spotlights. Our naked flesh was already moist and slimy with perspiration. And our skin had gotten wet and sticky under our leather slave-collars, wristbands, and ankle-bands. The red-rug-covered turntable was two feet above the floor and eight feet in diameter. Surrounding it were the fifteen peepshow booths. There was a narrow one-foot-wide access area on the green terrazzo floor between the turntable and the wall of fifteen viewing booths. It had not been cleaned. A few candy bar and cigarette wrappers were scattered around on the floor, and there were shoe prints in the dust where one of the maintenance people had walked to repair shutter-raising mechanisms on viewing windows. When a spectator put five marks of coins into a coin box inside each of the viewing booths, a small electric motor raised a shutter for about two minutes and allowed views of naked sex-models like Angela and me. If no more coins were dropped in, the shutter eventually dropped over the window until more coins were put in. The center of the slowly rotating turntable was only six feet (2 m) from any and all of the viewing windows. The edge of the turntable was one foot from any and all of the windows. Sometimes some part of the bare body of a sex-model might extend some beyond it. So Angela's and my naked anatomies were always on view from distances between a few inches and a few feet from spectators. But to us naked sex-models, it looked like a tiny private room. The slowly turning turntable was two feet above floor, and the customers stood on the floor-level. The spectators were looking straight out ahead at Angela's and my sex-organs and bare asses. But we naked sex-models had no idea who was looking at us or who might be videotaping or photographing us in those dark booths. We were either looking down at the windows when were standing, or we were slightly below the viewing windows when we were lying or kneeling on the turntable. The glare of seven bright quartz spotlights shined in our eyes and glared brightly off the dark booth windows. Angela put a foot up on the slowly turning turntable and got onto it. She immediately got on her hands and knees and spread her ebony legs. She did not even look back at me. I glanced at her shapely bare black ass. After Bar 69 I got up on the slowly turning turntable. It was suddenly like a slightly different world. The turntable seemed almost to stand still, and the fifteen viewing booths seemed to go around our bare bodies. All of the viewing-window shutters were up. That meant that over twenty spectators were ogling Angela's and my naked anatomies and delighting in having purchased our public debauchery. I got on my knees behind Angela's bare ass. Her sweat glistened on her shapely round ebony buttocks in the hot bright spotlights. Between her black buttocks a droplet of sweat ran down the crack of her ass, over the dark pigmented flesh of her anus, and down into the black pubic hair on the right side of the split bulge of her cunt. "What are you waiting for, Tom?" Angela said without looking back. "Lick my asshole, bitch." I bent forward and placed my hands on the turntable rug between Angela's ebony thighs. I took another glance at her asshole while I spread my legs to give the spectators a good view of my bare ass, asshole, and dangling balls and cock like in the photos facing the sidewalk and like the manager wanted me to do. Then I pressed my face into her ebony ass, pressed my mouth against her asshole, slipped my tongue out, and began licking around and around the firm flesh of her anus. Along with several cackles and guffaws, I could hear two black college girls yelling shrieks of mocking glee. "Face-in-ass time, Tom!" Susan loudly ridiculed from behind one of those twenty dark windows. I had no idea which window. Knowing that Susan was videotaping, I spread my legs more obscenely wide apart to give her camera a view of my ass, asshole, and dangling sex-organs. Wherever she was with her video camera, the slowly turning turntable would bring any sight of my naked body that she might want into her and her camera's view. I squished my mouth against Angela's asshole, and forced my tongue as far as I could squeeze into her anal orifice a dozen times. When I returned to licking around her anal flesh, Angela continued to squash her sweaty black ass tight against my face and squirm her asshole around my mouth. My nose was squashed into the crack of her ass, and in order to lick her asshole, I had to keep my mouth against it. I had to suck air over Angela's ass flesh to breathe. My oral activity stimulated a flow of saliva, and I had to obscenely gulp it while licking her anus and then vulgarly suck breaths by saliva-wet anal flesh. I backed my face away to catch a couple breaths. I looked at her sweaty black ass and the saliva wetness around her asshole. A slight breeze made me aware of the saliva moistness all around my mouth. I had watched one of the German female sex-models perform anilingus in a big black male ass on that same turntable. I knew that the saliva all around my lower face and chin was glistening in the bright spotlights. I wanted to get my mouth and tongue into the soft flesh of Angela's cunt and smell and feel the odorous wetness of her cunt juices smearing around my mouth and lower face. "How long do you want me to lick your asshole, Angela?" I asked, "Five minutes minimum, bitch," she told me. "I'm enjoying it. So are those girls and everybody. And you want to give them a good dirty video, don't you, Tom?" I licked her asshole until my tongue got tired. Then I licked her cunt from behind with a tired tongue and a stiff neck. In a way, I felt like I was posing nude for art classes again. My body was getting more sore, and the dirty work was getting less fun. Then she moved her ass and cunt out of my face. Knowing what that meant, I stood up. She knelt in front of me, slurped my penis into her mouth, and began giving a public blowjob. Angela and I went through poses, positions, and sex-acts like this for more than another half-hour. She sucked my cock. She stood up, and I knelt down and ate her pussy. I lay on the turntable and she sucked cock again. She lay on her stomach on the turntable, and I pressed my face between her buttocks and licked her anus. I stood up and she sucked my cock. She was careful not to suck me off because we had to keep the show going and had to do it all over again in an hour. But she had been turned-on from me licking her asshole. When I licked down from her asshole onto her cunt and got my mouth on her clit, it was a hard little nob. And shortly after that she had a female orgasm while moaning and squishing her aromatic wet cunt into my face. And then she rolled over on her back and just lay there for a minute with a blank look at me. She sighed and clenched her jaw. Knowing that we had a show to do, she turned over onto her stomach again, spread her legs wide apart. She looked back at me over her bare black ass, and nodded toward her asshole. I eased my face over her ass, pressed it between her slippery sweating black buttocks, and licked her asshole for a couple minutes. And then she crawled around, inserted my cock into her mouth, wrapped her lips around it, and cocksucked it hard again. Then she slurped my stiff white male phallus slowly in and out a dozen times. And then she stood up and I knelt behind her and squashed my face between her buttocks and licked again. All the while coins kept dropping into boxes. The peepshow joint made over a thousand bucks for that one live-sex-show. I got five bucks. Angela got fifteen. When a little bell rang and told us it was over, we got off the turntable, slipped into our clothes, and went down and got a pizza. The teenage girls were nowhere to be seen. They had come; they had seen; and they had videotaped. "Not to worry," Angela told me with a shrug. "You're a piece-of-ass. Susan came to ogle your bare ass and videotape you licking my anus for fun with their friends." Months later when I was back in Cleveland for the first day of college drawing classes, there was Susan. She still had blond-dyed hair. She kept a serious nonchalant face while she drew my bare body in numerous poses. At the end of the modeling session, and while I was still naked, she saucily sashayed up to me. She studied my dangling male sex-organs as I pulled on my robe. The last of the other students left the classroom. "That was a really dirty peepshow you did in Germany, Tom," she coquettishly told me. "I'm surprised you recognized me. I only modeled six days for your college class. You have a good memory for faces," I responded. "Actually I remembered your bare white ass, asshole, penis, and balls," she cutely told me. "Well, your fine black ass looks a lot like your cousin Angela's," I countered. "So you want to lick my anus like hers?" she propositioned. "Any time," I grinned. "Okay, face-in-ass time, Tom," she taunted and saucily stuck out her tongue at me. "Angela said that you told her you enjoyed licking her asshole." "Yeah," I answered. The black college with the blond hair and the nice ass sneered a dirty grin at me and slipped her hand under my robe and impolitely felt around my bare ass. Pressing her hand against the flesh of my buttocks, she guided me toward a nude-model dressing booth. We slipped quickly into it and closed the door. I knelt on floor. She pulled up her dress and slipped down her panties. I caught a glimpse of the blond-haired black girl's tuft of kinky black pubic hair before she turned and placed her bare black ass in front of my face. "Pussy hair shows you're not a natural blond," I joked. But she resented what she thought was an innuendo. "Natural or not, I'm going to have your white face in my black ass degradingly licking around my black asshole, bitch," she said as she stuck her tongue out at me. I pressed my face between her ebony buttocks, got my tongue on her anal flesh, and licked it. "Stick your tongue deep into my asshole, bitch," she told me. I forced my tongue into it several times and then went back to licking around her anal flesh. "You make a video of Angela and me?" I asked quietly into her black ass after a minute of rimming her. She moved her ass out of my face. "Sold the dirty video of you licking her black asshole to an Internet site. Your tongue felt neat, slut," she whispered She pulled up her panties and pulled down her dress and smoothed it out. I stood up and she turned so we stood face to face in the small model-undressing booth. She looked me over with a grin and a sneer. "I'm taking a video course this semester. Angela's coming to visit me next summer. You want to make another good dirty asshole-licking video with her, bitch?" "Sure," I said. She patted my bare ass and gave me a dirty wink. "Okay," she turned and grinned as she saucily strode away, putting an emphasis on her swaying fanny. She had a dirty grin for me when I came in to model nude for the next figure drawing class two days later. "Hi, Tom," she said sweetly as she pointedly looked at my penis and then stuck out her tongue at me. I grinned and got into a pose. END OF PART 2 After Bath As the water begins to chill, we emerge from the bath, and drape ourselves in warm soft towels. You go into the bedroom, and I head for the kitchen to get something mouth watering. (as if I weren't enough.. *S*) Perhaps strawberries, and whipped cream. Or cherries, so that I can tantalize, tying the stems with my talented tongue. Never one to make a choice, I decide on both, and quickly return to you. I join you, laying on the bed, and offer a ripe smelling fruit to your mouth. Your mouth opens and receives the berry, followed by a tender kiss, sharing in the sweet taste. We continue to feed and kiss, one another, until we are content and relaxed. Putting the fruit aside, I begin to slowly caress your torso. Seeing how you are built, learning every line, feeling every muscle. My head on you shoulder, as my fingertips lightly explore the surface as your body. When my hand reaches the top of wear your towel is wrapped, I teasingly (of course) trace the outline of your waist. While I loosen the towel, I turn my head toward you and gently kiss the lobe of your ear, and then down to your neck and shoulder. Meanwhile my clever little hand has managed to free your lower half, and has returned to caressing your chest. My kisses continue to stream down your body, tender little pecks, moving down past your shoulders, meeting my, both my hands at your chest. Your hands massage on my shoulders, and twirl in my hair. I slide my hand back down, and rub your inner thighs, in between which, my towel-covered body is now positioning. My warm soft hand then carefully wraps around the shaft of your semi-hard cock. Slowly rubbing, while I kiss around your waist. (Anticipation really is everything. *S*) As I feel you being further aroused by the movement of my hand, I bring my thumb to the tip of your cock. I rub gently, circling the pre-cum, watching it glisten in the soft light of the room. I then move my tongue to the tip of your cock. I flick my wet little tongue around, then blow on the head. I lick the length of your long shaft, paying special attention to the sensitive underside, (I aim to please) and arrive back at the head, gently pressing at the tip, before placing it into my warm, welcoming mouth. My tongue swirls around, my saliva getting you nicely slicked and warm. I slip you out, and gently blow again. Then replace my mouth, wrapping my lips tightly around your thickness, as I tenderly begin to suck. One hand still moving on the length of your shaft, another caressing your balls, as I focus my main attention on the head of your ever-growing cock. Your hand placed sweetly on the back of my head, slowly guiding it down on you. My head steadily bobbing up and down, each time taking in a little more, and gradually increasing my rhythm. I take a glance up, looking intently at you, seeing your head leaning back, your eyes closed, your mouth letting out faint moans of pleasure. All of this very arousing to me, my cunt hot and wet. My hand drifts down my body, first twisting my nipples, then moving further down, to play with myself, as I build you up. I feel your cock thickening in my mouth, throbbing and dripping with precum. Your hips begin to thrust upward pushing deeper in my mouth. Your hands grip my head, holding still, your cock deep in my mouth, as I feel you begin to erupt. Your cum, hot, and splashing the back of my throat, as I eagerly take it all in. After you finish, and your hand loosen, licking you shaft clean, with my tongue, and again feel it begin to grow. The end... for now. *S* After Bathing My lover is over 1200 miles away but I visit with him in my dreams. * * * * * * I lead you to the bedroom. Your interest still has not flagged. We get you comfortable on the bed, and I put on the music, pour the wine, adjust lights and find my tools. A little massage oil and we're ready. I have your back to me, arms out of the way and hands tucked under the pillow supporting your head. I want you to relax, drift and enjoy the sensations that will over take your consciousness. As in the shower, I begin tending your beautiful back. Straddling one of your legs, I'm no longer using just my hands, but reach to the length of my arms, dragging my body over the slickness of yours. You can feel my wetness against your thigh as my hips press my sex against your leg. My excitement is now obvious to you. I slide lower and insert myself between your legs. My attention turns to each individual muscle and its attachment in your thighs and buttocks. The hands as implements of massage are joined by my mouth and tongue. I explore each inch, trailing my tongue to the crease between thigh and buttock. I push pillows under your hips to increase your exposure to me, caressing your cock with my hands as I situate you. I am rewarded with an intake of air and a soft moan. Back to the delights I have put upon my plate. I begin trailing fingers up the inside of one thigh and my tongue up the inside of the other. Both join at the floor of your pelvis. Both hands open your cleft to me and my tongue continues its journey upward to find your rosebud. Gentle attentions and touches. Tongue is supplanted with a finger which alternately massages and tickles, probing occasionally, testing the opening for tension. I continue my mouth's exploration of your delights. Down the middle toward your balls in their fleshy sac, my tongue encounters only smoothness. A particularly new sensation. The skin though corruscated lacks the distractions of its coat, instead each wrinkle can be followed without distraction. Tongue tasting done, I use a gentle suction to pull each testicle into my mouth and explore it independently with my tongue in that warm housing. My fingers still tease your rosebud and the band of flesh between it and the object of my attentions. As I play, your hips make small thrusting motions, as if to enter the pillows supporting your hips. As a distraction, I sit up and offer you a sip of wine. I take a mouthful of the cold liquid, but do not swallow. I return to my most recent target and invite your balls to enter this cool pool in my mouth. I slide my hands between your legs and grasp your cock, beginning a firm slow stroking. Your hips lift to provide access and thrust seeking relief. But my love, you have two wonderful sides with which to play! As if on one of my vaunted spits, I turn you over, maintaining the pillow pile beneath your center. Your head propped for good vision and easy access. From between your legs, I slide my oily front over you as I reach for your mouth with mine. Some leisurely kissing, which seems to grow in passion, is first on the menu. Now I want to sample your arms. Poking insistently in my middle, you titillate by your very being. Your hardness enchants me, and makes my breath shorten and my cunny tingle with wanting. I kiss and taste you from elbow to armpit, then find that tender spot at the edge of your chest. Across that wonderful expanse. The scent of you in my nose, on my hands, and the taste of you in my mouth. I drag my tongue and mouth down the center of you, sliding off my prize which appears between my breasts, then is available to my mouth. My hand again moves to your inner thigh, seeking the treasures near there. I pull your legs up and over my back, splaying the knees. Now you are open to me. As you watch, I slide my tongue from your balls to the tip of your shaft, and encircle you with my free hand, stroking gently, then a bit harder. I begin to send you into the depths of my mouth, our eyes meet. Mouth and hand work in concert. Your passions rise, your thighs tremble at my shoulders, your voice drives me. Cupping your balls, I squeeze as I feel them pull upward, and as your breath stops and your stomach convulses to propel your semen into my mouth, I slide one finger past your rosebud's entrance and slide my fingertip back and forth across the nugget there. Your voice changes in intensity and you shoot your cum into my throat. I slow my efforts and drag you back to the now. But unlike the ephemera of your lonely aquatic pursuits, when you return and your eyes open, I am still there, loving you. After Bedtime Kara opened her eyes as her step-father came into her room, smiling in the darkness. "Hello Daddy," she whispered, watching as his cock swelled a little in response. As always he was completely naked. Nineteen now, she'd been eighteen the first time he'd come in and slid into bed with her, rubbing her body with his hands and eventually taking her virginity. Kara loved their night-time visits, her favorite secret to keep from her mother. "Hey Baby-girl," he said, walking over to the bed, his chubby swinging between his legs, "Want to clean off Daddy's cock so that we can have some fun?" "Ooo, was Daddy being dirty with Mommy before he came here?" she cooed, getting into her little girl act, she sat on the edge of the bed in her short see-through nightie - no panties - and pulled his hips towards her, "That's so gross Daddy, wanting me to lick Mommy's juices off you..." But she showed no sign of hesitation as she pulled his softened dick into her willing mouth, sucking on the sweet sex juices that covered them. Daddy moaned and ran his hands over her head, brushing his fingertips down to her breasts where her nipples hardened in response. "That's so good Baby-girl," he said, pressing his dick deeper into her throat as it began to swell. She loved the way it felt, getting bigger in her mouth, pressing against her tongue and cheeks and eventually trying to slide down her throat. Although she'd never been able to deep throat him yet, she constantly hoped that one day she'd manage it. Moving in and out of her mouth he got bigger and bigger until she started choking, unable to stem her reaction. Her eyes filled with tears as he stabbed into her, hitting her gag reflex while she struggled not to choke or throw up. Eventually he pulled out, completely hard and glistening in the moonlight, her saliva covering his dick. "I'm sorry Daddy..." she whimpered, "I couldn't do it." Daddy shook his head, disappointed, "I know Baby Girl. It's hard for a little girl like you, but you still have to be punished." "Please, please Daddy, no," she begged like she always did, even though she enjoyed being spanked, he liked to hear her beg and she liked to do it. "Naughty little girls have to be punished, that's the way it is." And he sat down on the bed, pulling her over his lap and pulling the hem of her skirt over her gorgeous ass. THWACK! "Oh Daddy!" she cried out as he started spanking her, unable to keep from wriggling on his lap as tears sparked in her eyes. She whimpered as the beating continued until her ass was a bright pink, muffling her cries into the sheets of her bed, feeling his dick press against her stomach. When it was over he caressed her hot ass cheeks and let his fingers trail down to her pussy. "What a dirty little girl you are," he said, "You're all wet." And his finger pressed into her pussy, making her moan and lift her hips. "Oooo... I'm so wet Daddy," she moaned, "I'm such a dirty little girl, I want you to put your big dick in me and fuck me all night long..." "But that's what Mommies are for," Daddy said, moving his finger in and out of her pussy. Kara whimpered. "I'll do anything you want..." it was the promise she made every night, even though she hated what he demanded. He knew she hated what he demanded, but it never stopped him. "Get up on the bed on all fours," he told her, just like he always did, "Now reach behind you and spread those pretty butt cheeks." Kara didn't know why he had such a fascination with her asshole, although she knew that eventually he would put his dick in there. He hadn't yet, but he liked to lick it and finger it... he did it every night before he would have sex with her. She was so scared of the day that Daddy would decide he wanted her ass... but until then she loved everything else he did to her. "Oooh Daddy it hurts," she squealed, her hands tightening on her ass cheeks as the finger that had been in her pussy began pushing into her ass. It did hurt, a little burning path that felt very uncomfortable in her tight asshole, wiggling around. No matter what, it always hurt, his finger was so thick... that's why she was so scared of anal sex, his dick was MUCH bigger than his finger. "It's ok Baby Girl," he assured her, his finger moving inside her, "Daddy will kiss it and make it better." Kara squirmed as he began licking around his probing finger... she had to admit that the licking felt good, almost as good as the few times that he'd licked her hot little pussy. But she didn't like the finger inside her no matter how good the licking felt, it still felt uncomfortable to have something going in when it was an "out" hole. The finger moved in and out of her tight ass, fucking her the way she knew he wanted to do with his dick. He'd tried to before, but it had hurt so bad and she'd made so much noise that her mother had almost caught them; luckily Daddy had come up with a good story about how he'd been on the way to the bathroom and heard Kara crying in her sleep because of a nightmare. But it had been a close call. So now in order for Daddy to fuck her, she had to let him "loosen her up" in preparation for the day when he would try again. "We're going to try something new tonight sweetheart," he said coaxing, and her ass tightened instinctively around his finger in fear, "No, I'm not going to put my big dick here yet... just another finger." That still scared Kara as his middle finger dipped into her pussy, coating it in juices before moving up to her tight ass which already had one finger invading it. She grimaced as it began to push its way in. "Oh Daddy..." she whimpered. "Take it like a good girl," he said, his voice suddenly harsh and demanding. So, biting her lip Kara leaned her head down onto her pillow, her ass high in the air as a second finger invaded her tight back door. Daddy's breathing was getting labored as he pushed both of his fingers deep into her hole, probing as his tongue licked around them, soothing away some of the hurt and discomfort her was causing. She wiggled her ass a little, hoping that he'd take his fingers out and fuck her. He chuckled as her delicious ass wiggled and the hole tightened a bit, "All right baby girl." Kara squealed in excitement as his fingers were removed, her least favorite part of the night over and her most favorite beginning. She sat up so that he could pull the nightgown off over her head, and she rolled onto her back, spreading her legs wide. "Oh my beautiful baby girl," he murmured, running his hands over her breasts, pinching the nipples as she moaned. "Oh yes Daddy," she lifted her hips, begging him with her body to fuck her, "That feels so good." He lowered his mouth onto her nipple, sucking on it and nibbling as she sighed with pleasure, humping her hips against his groin, hoping that the head of his dick would find its way to her pussy. But he teased her a little longer, playing with her breasts and making her frantic with the need to have him inside her. "Please please please Daddy," she begged, her hips thrusting upwards, begging for invasion. "What does my little girl want?" he asked, his tongue flicking over her swollen pink nipple. "I want your cock Daddy," she whimpered, "Please fuck me with your big cock." Daddy sighed in contentment and he maneuvered his large dick into position, Kara moaned and lifted her hips up as he began to press forward. "Oh Daddy... it's so big!" she moaned and pulled him closer, mashing her breasts against his chest as he slid all the way in, her legs spreading even wider to accommodate the large stick of meat that had just entered her body. Panting she felt him twitch inside her, and she writhed with excitement, pleasure curling in the bottom of her stomach, ready to be released. Moving quickly, Daddy began to pound her against the bed with rough quick strokes, just the way she liked it. Shoving her fingers in her mouth, she stifled her moans so that they couldn't become too loud, her pussy burning with the rapid thrusting of Daddy's dick, lifting her hips up to meet every thrust so that he would slam her ass back down against the sheets. Quickly hooking his arm around one of her slender legs, he put it over his shoulder and pressed forwards, sucking one of her nipples into her mouth as her leg practically touched her shoulder. Kara squealed and arched as his teeth bit down and his groin rubbed against hers, and as her clit started to explode in blossoming fire his thrusts became even more wild, pounding her into the bed. They moved in passionate rhythm, fucking and thrusting, her smaller body covered by his as he plundered her. Her tight young pussy felt like it was sucking him in, convulsing around his shaft, massaging and gripping much tighter than anything he'd ever felt. She was so young, so passionate, such a slut. Grabbing her hair he pulled her head back and bit down on her shoulder, making her gasp at his roughness, but she loved all of it. Her nails scratched along his back as she begged him to fuck her harder. "OH GOD DADDY PLEASE! I'M GOING TO CUM!" "Cum for me Baby Girl," he panted, thrusting harder and grinding his groin against her splayed pussy, "Cum all over Daddy's big dick." She cried out as he bit down on her other nipple, flicking at it with her tongue, and he felt her pussy start to spasm around him as she orgasmed. "OH DADDY DADDY DADDY!!! OH I'M CUMMING DADDY!!!" His hand covered her mouth to muffle her cries as she writhed and thrashed against him, tears leaking from her eyes at the intensity of her pleasure as he continued to thrust in and out of her over sensitive pussy. By the time he gave one last bull thrust and began to spend himself in her pussy, she was practically sobbing from the ecstacy, she'd been unable to stop cumming, and continued to do so even now as his dick swelled and pulsed inside of her. It wasn't until Daddy was completely spent that she finally was able to relax underneath him, his warm weight on top of her, comforting and soothing. "Oh Daddy..." she sighed, snuggling into his shoulder. "Good girl," he stroked her hair, "That was very good little girl... but Daddy has to go back to his room now." "Oh Daddy, do you have to?" she pouted up at him, like she always did, even though she knew it was useless. "Now don't be too sad Baby-girl" he kissed her lightly, "Mommy's going away next weekend to visit her sister, remember? And you can take Mommy's place in Daddy's bed when she goes away." Kara got excited, she'd forgotten that her mother had told her a few weeks ago when she'd be leaving, but of course Daddy would remember something important like that. "Oh Daddy!" she squealed, wiggling underneath him in a most delicious way. But Daddy knew that he had to get back to his own bed. "Till tomorrow night," he whispered, pressing his semi-hard dick against her groin before leaving. After he was gone Kara dipped her fingers in her pussy over and over, cleaning the juices off in her mouth and tasting Daddy. She went to sleep with the taste of their nighttime exploits filling her mouth.