"So tell me, Janelle," asked Dr. Scott, "in your own words, what do you think the problem is?"  Janelle, with her head down, looked furtively over at her husband. Kurt who was sitting silently in the chair next to hers.  "Don't look at Kurt," the doctor admonished her, "he doesn't have the answer. I want to hear your side of the story, so come on now, speak up, that's what we're all here for."  "Uh, well," Janelle began slowly, "it's just that he doesn't ever listen to me, or take me seriously, I'm just there to make sure everything goes his way and make sure I don't rock the boat."  Up until now Kurt had been sitting quietly, but that was too much, so he interjected, "Now wait a minute, Jan, you know that's not true, I respect your opinion, and you know it."  "Hold it Mr. Dobson," the doctor rejoined, "you'll get your chance to give your side of it, but right now Janelle gets to speak without interruption."  "Well, okay," he growled, "but she's not telling you the whole truth."  "Is that true, Janelle," Dr. Scott asked gently, "is there  more to it than that?"  For a few moments the room was dead quiet as no one said a word, that is, until Janelle all at once broke down in tears and began sobbing uncontrollably, leaving both Kurt and Dr. Scott dumbfounded while they stared at the sobbing woman.Sharon looked out the window as the evening drew nearer. It was raining again, and it was almost dark because of the clouds. Glancing at the clock, she knew her husband wouldn't be home for at least four hours. Smiling to herself, she ran to the closet. Sorting through her jackets, she pulled out a barely opaque, almost clear raincoat. Shrugging out of her shorts and t-shirt, she slipped the raincoat on quickly. Snugging the belt, she ran outside. Sharon blushed as she thought of what she was doing. If any of the neighbors saw her...! But she wanted to surprise BB, her sexy next door neighbor and lover. Quickly, she went up his sidewalk and knocked on the door. "C'mon in, Puss-cake," BB said, knowing that she loved it when he called her that! It always made her wet between her thighs! But, this time he meant it. BB had been busy in the kitchen, all day, in anticipation of their little tryst. BB was a master chef in the kitchen, and a master lover in the bedroom! Sharon opened the door to BB's home and immediately knew what was in store for her. She took a whiff of the air and could smell the pastries that BB'd been baking all day. "I made your favorite... Sweetbread dildoes," he said to his sexy, young neighbor, who had just entered the kitchen. Then he got a look at her "wardrobe." "Wow! I like your coat," he said, looking strait through the transparent material at the firm breasts and dripping pussy lips that he'd been drooling for all day!!! Sharon looked at BB's wardrobe. He was wearing his Chef's apron...and nothing else! His hard cock pushed the apron out like a tent-pole!! Sharon fell to her knees and swallowed his whole eight inches in one fell swoop!!! She'd been practicing on bananas at home while her husband was away. She was itching to try this new technique on a real cock, as she'd run out of bananas earlier that day. Deep throating BB, his cock going way down her throat she looked up with her green eyes sparkling, wanting to see his reaction. Pulling up on his long, 8 inches of meat, she teased the rim around his throbbing cock with her tongue, swirling it around and around. "How did you like that, lover?" She asked playfully. BB looked down at his cute neighbor in her transparent raincoat with her mouth inches from his cock. "Hmm, you may have to do it some more before I can decide!" He said with a grin. He found a chair, pulled his cooking apron up and spread his legs wide. His cock was thick, swollen and standing straight up, his balls hard, juicy, ripe apples. Looking at Sharon, waggling his eyebrows, he said, "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty!" Sharon got down on hands and knees and crawled over to him, stopping to shrug out of her raincoat and to "groom" herself like a cat. She would pause and lick her finger like a cock, then use the finger to stroke her hard little nipples. Then she slid her hands up and down the sides of her yummy curves, stretching out like a cat. Finally, she went, "Meeeeoooooow?" She was right between his bare thighs. She leaned over and with a quick lick on his thighs, she trailed up to his balls. Leaning back, BB watched his playful neighbor and thought, again, how great it was to have such a cool lady next door. She loved sex, she loved playing, and she loved doing it with him! Letting out a contented groan, he felt her warm, wet tongue licking his balls all over. Sharon really got into it, running her tongue all around them, sucking them in gently and pulling them out, then swirling back and forth between them. She ran her sweet tongue behind his balls and nuzzled that tender place just behind. BB moaned louder, raising his hips a little. Sharon loved to suck BB's yummy cock. She put her hands on his thighs and sucked his balls then started to lick up his thick shaft. She put her face right on his cock and rubbed her cheeks, mouth and chin all over it. "Oh, I just love your cock!" Holding his balls in her hands, she kissed the very tip and teased it with her tongue. BB was about ready to blow his load down his lovely neighbors throat. Even though she loved the taste of her handsome, older lover's sweet cum, Sharon wanted it up her tight cunt more than anything, at that moment! Sharon grabbed the base of BB's hard cock and squeezed, with all her might. After he told her it was OK to let go, she stood up and straddled BB's legs and the chair he was sitting on, and positioned her slit over his erection. Then she lowered herself, slowly, down onto his pole!! "UHHHNNNGHH, you little, fucking slut, you! I love your cunt on my dick!!! I'm going to cum in you soon, you little slut!!!" BB moaned, in appreciation of the fucking he was getting from his little friend!!! Sharon just closed her eyes, squirmed her ass a little (to let him know that she loved him, too) and whispered in his ear, "If you're still hard after you cum in my pussy, I want you to fuck my ass-hole! And I wanna try one of your dildo-cakes in my pussy while you do it!!!" Sharon rolled her hips, closing her eyes, just feeling BB's thick hard cock deep inside her. She squeezed her pussy muscles real tight on his shaft and rode him up and down. "Oh, BB! Pinch my nipples I'm going to cum!" Sharon shouted out. BB roughly grabbed her taut, puckered nipples and twisted them hard, pinching. She let out a huge moan and he felt her pussy spasm around his cock. Fucking her harder he bellowed, "I'm cuming bitch! Take my sperm up your slutty cunt!" Twisting her nipples, he rammed into her, cumming in huge thick squirts deep inside his married neighbors cunt. He felt the warm cum from her juices and his sperm mix together and flow down his balls, out of her overflowing pussy. "BB, your cock fills me up so much! I love your cock!" Sharon said and collapsed on his lap catching her breath. "Now let me lick you all clean and hard again. I want it up my ass!" BB sat back and watched his softening cock plop out of her tight pussy. He leaned back and spread his legs wide as she licked all around him, balls, ass, shaft, head - licking and cleaning him everywhere. It felt so good, her warm tongue slick and sliding all along his cock. "Mmm, baby, lick me good, get every drop!" Sharon slurped up every last trace of their combined fluids and then sucked BB down to the back of her throat, once more. When his cock was at full mast again, Sharon asked BB to grease up her anus with the vegetable shortening that BB was using to bake his goodies. Sharon felt one, then two, then three fingers entering her rectum! "Ohhhh," Sharon cried out, feeling another orgasm build in her little body. "That feels so good, BB! Please, don't stop, yet! I'm almost th-..." Sharon's voice broke off, as she had her biggest climax of the day! BB pulled his greasy fingers from Sharon's butt-hole and proceeded to lube up his penis with the gooey mess. BB then grabbed one of his fresh-baked, Sweet-bread dildoughs from the cooling rack, next to the oven. Sharon got on all fours, with her ass pointing upward, looked back and said, "Stick your cock up my ass-hole! I need you in my ass...! Please!" "Wait..." was all BB said, as he shoved the delicious pastry up his delicious neighbors juicy, cum-filled cunt-hole! Sharon let out a loud squeal, as she felt the giant kruller enter her pussy!!! Then she squealed louder as she felt BB's giant cock enter her rectum, filling up her "other" hole!!! Sharon had numerous multiple orgasms, as BB slid his dick in and out of her ass, at the same time as he slid the pastry in and out of her pussy!!! When the dildough rubbed against Sharon's G-spot, she blacked-out, momentarily, from the pleasure! When she came to her senses, she clamped down on BB's erection in her anal opening and milked his hard cock with her muscles!!! "Ohh, damn you, Bitch!!!" BB screamed, as he blew all that he had left into the bowels of his hot, little neighbor!!! Without saying a word, Sharon pulled herself off of BB's softening cock, got up from the kitchen floor, lovingly kissed BB on his cheek, and left him panting on the floor. As she walked out the door, she turned, smiled, and finally whispered, "Thanks, Lover. I'll be back tomorrow for more cooking lessons." And with that said, she left through the front door, not even bothering to put on her see-thru' rain coat! --THE END-- * * * * * Hi Readers, BBKradwell, here... I can't take full credit for this story. No. this was a two-person effort! Another Literotica writer and I worked on this together... It's kind of a funny story, how she and I got together to write this, but I won't bore you with details. Suffice to say, that erotica and the Internet really do make strange (and wonderful) bedfellows!!! If you'd like to read more of our stories, you should drop a note to "SteamyChik," as well... She and I BOTH worked on this story, together! So, now that you've read our story, why not hook up with your own Literotica Pen-Pal/ Writer, and see what YOU both can do!!! Thanx, loads, SteamyChik, you sexy, little slut! I'll fuck you later, Puss-Puss!!!

Kurt was the first to speak while putting his arm around his shaking wife, "Jeez Louise, Jan, I didn't mean to make you cry.  I'll keep my big mouth shut until it's my turn, I'm sorry honey."  "T-that's not it," Janelle said between sniffles, "it's something else."  Kirk look over at the doctor, and shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he had no idea what his wife was talking about.   "Janelle," Dr. Scott said soothingly, "why don't you calm down and tell us about it, that's why we're here."  "It's too embarrassing," she said softly, "I don't think that I can."  "Now, Jan," Kurt admonished, "coming here was your idea, so since we're already here, you gotta open up and tell the doc what's been bothering you."  "That was very colorfully put," the doctor added, "but essentially that is the case in a nutshell, so please, Mrs. Dobson, let's get down to it."

"Okay," she said while wiping the tears from her eyes, "you asked for it, Kurt, and I don't think you're gonna like what you hear."  "Okay," he shot back, "I may not like it, but I've gotta hear it, so tell me what's up."   "We've been married for how long now, about eight years, right," she asked?"  "Yes, yes," he replied impatiently, "and..?"  "Well, in all that time I've never been able to have an orgasm, and I just think that it's not fair."  With his mouth hanging open, Kurt slumped back in his chair and while shaking his head replied, "Jan, I didn't know, I mean it seemed to me that you were.  I don't know, you always seemed fine to me."  "You men are so full of yourselves," she almost spat, "you don't have the first clue how we woman feel about anything."  Kurt looked helplessly at Dr. Scott who then chimed in, "So tell us, how do you feel, dear?"  It was if a giant weight had been lifted from her slight shoulders, and she tore into Kurt like a hungry dog attacks a piece of steak.  "All those years and never once did you ask me what I wanted or how I felt," she said bitterly, "all you ever cared about was getting yourself off, never once did you take the time to make sure that I was being satisfied too, and now it's too late."  After that little exchange, Dr. Scott said slowly, "Okay now, everyone take a deep breath and relax, and let's see if we can't work through this thing together.

"Since we can kind of see where we're headed," the doctor opined, "why don't you tell us exactly what you want in your sex life, Janelle, and please, be specific."  "A little tenderness for starters," she replied, "but even more than that, we always do the same old thing, I give him oral sex and then he gets on top of me and we have intercourse until he cums, and that's it.  Nothing more and nothing less."  "Any comments, Kurt," Dr. Scott asked  softly?  "Well, uh," he stammered, "I guess that maybe Jan has a point, and we may be in a sort of a rut."  Author's Notes: This is a stroke story, so if that isn't your sort of thing, this is your warning. This is more or less a true story, although the build up to our broaching the subject was actually a dance of several days. I simply applied a little artistic license to the actual events in order to tighten up the retelling. Odds are, this will be part of a series of stroke tales that build into a greater story, putting into words the experiences and fantasies I've shared with my Baileykins over the years. The names have been changed, naturally, and I decided to put these stories in third person, as first comes out sounding like Penthouse Letters. Hope you like it (_|_)******(_|_) Lynn erupted into a loud, quavering scream as she came again. Her orgasm simply refused to let her go, spiking repeatedly as Lee's cock continued to slam into her at an ever-increasing pace. Her face was burning hot, and her whole body was alive with energy. Auburn hair covered her brown eyes, tossed there by the bucking of her body with each wave of ecstasy. Lee smiled and growled, nearly at the point of no return. He jerked his head to one side, getting his long, dark brown bangs out of his face from where they had fallen as he pounded into her tight, wet depths. Lynn's creamy juices were squirting out around him with every thrust, as she lurched beneath him. He let his eyes rove to her pendulous breasts, bouncing and jiggling sharply from his powerful strokes, and then to her face — flushed bright red and pinched tight in a mask of orgasmic release. A loud, growling scream burst from Lynn, signaling yet another wave of climax gripping her. She gripped Lee as well, clamping down tight on his thrusting cock, pushing him over the edge. Grabbing her thighs tighter where he held them, Lee slammed home one last time, screaming as he reached his peak. Lynn's eyes opened wide and she moaned in delight as she felt the thick spurts of Lee's cum erupting inside her. He jerked with each pulsing spurt, his cream welling up in her depths. After a couple of days of bad-timing abstinence, and a marathon session of giving her multiple orgasms, Lee filled her full, nearly to overflowing. With a loud gasp, Lee collapsed down onto his hands over her, and Lynn let go of her legs, allowing them to fall at his side. Her walls were still rhythmically contracting around him, causing him to throb and gasp, which in turn caused her to squeeze again involuntarily. For long minutes, they both lay trapped in the endless cycle, gasping, moaning, and panting for breath. "I need to move," Lee gasped out, a long pause between every word, as he forced them out between quick, shallow breaths. He started to slowly withdraw from her, and Lynn let out a disappointed moan, "Oh, don't go." Sucking in a slow breath, Lee pulled free with a loud scream, immediately falling to the bed next to Lynn and moaning. Lynn immediately felt the pool of his seed inside her seeking an exit — quickly. In quick, clipped bursts, she said, "Oh — towel — I need a towel." Lee responded, "The bed's already soaked, Babydoll. God, you were wet." Lynn moaned, clamping her muscles tight in an effort to keep his cream inside her. A dollop dribbled out despite her efforts, and she gathered it up on her finger, bringing it to her lips. A sharper moan, coupled with a shudder, shook her body, as she tasted their mingled juices. "You came a lot baby. I love it when you come so hard, deep inside me." "And I love watching you just keep coming, and coming," Lee said, getting up with a groan. On weak knees, he took a couple of steps to where his shirt had landed on the floor, as she had torn his clothes off nearly two hours earlier, collapsing back on the bed after handing it to her. "If this is what happens when we go without for a couple of days, we should try it more often," Lynn said, lifting her firm bottom up off the bed to slip the shirt under it, pressing the tail of the garment against her sex once her ass settled to the bed again. She could feel the pool of his semen flowing from her like a river as soon as she let her muscles relax. "Nah," Lee replied, and then laughed. For a time, they lay in silence, Lee draping his arm over Lynn's tummy as she scooted over closer to him. Finally, Lynn sat up and said, "I need to go pee. This shirt is about done for, and I think I'm still going to be dripping for an hour." Lee asked, "Can you get me a washcloth?" "Mmm hmm, Baby," Lynn replied, and then leaned down to kiss him softly before waddling to the bathroom with the shirt still held tight over her pussy. She dampened a cloth and tossed it to Lee before hurrying to the toilet. (_|_)******(_|_) Lynn smiled when she walked back out, finding that Lee had changed the sheets and mattress pad. Her smile widened when he admired her, dressed in only a white thong, and twitched his eyebrows provocatively. Sitting down on the bed, Lynn said, "Thank you, Baby — and for changing the sheets too." "You're welcome, for both, and thank you too. Damn, you felt incredible." Lee rolled over and kissed her as she lay down, wrapping his arms around her. "I've got the whole day off, and if you keep running around looking so sexy like that, we're going to mess these sheets up again." He was still naked, and a tingle shot up from Lynn's sex, to arch through her whole body, when she looked down at his clean-shaven manhood. She was still a little afraid of the subject she was about to broach, but she had been thinking about it constantly the last few days, and it was about to drive her crazy. She didn't know how he was going to react, and she felt more than a little worried about trying it, even if he wanted to. Lee was quite a bit bigger, and thicker, than any man she'd been with before. Summoning up her nerve, Lynn kissed him one more time and said, "I sort of started without you while you were at work." Chuckling, he responded, "That's okay. That's why I buy you toys, so you can keep that pretty pussy happy while I'm gone." "I was watching that video that came free with my rabbit," Lynn continued, punctuating it with a suggestive moan. Lee asked, "Oh, is it good? What was it?" Now Lynn had her opening. "Anal adventures or something like that. Do you like that sort of thing?" "Mmm Hmm. We'll have to watch it together some time," Lee replied. "Have you ever done that?" Shaking his head, Lee said, "No, you know me, I wouldn't even know how to bring it up." "Do you want to?" Lynn let all her desire flood into her voice with those words. Kissing her, Lee asked, "You want me to fuck your ass, Babydoll?" Lynn shuddered, letting out a gasp. "God, yes. You'll have to be careful; I've never had a cock as big as yours in my bottom before." "Do you like it?" Lynn shivered again, saying, "I love it, I come so hard that way. It's not something I want to do very often, because it takes so long to get ready for — and I always sort of regret it for a while afterward — but I love how hard I come when I'm getting my ass fucked." "I want to. I've always thought about it, but I never thought I'd actually get the chance," Lee said, kissing her hard. "Let's take a nap. I know you're tired from work..." A crooked smile crossed her face as Lynn continued, "and other things. I want you to have plenty of energy." "How am I supposed to sleep, thinking about that?" The yawn that gripped Lee almost instantly after speaking took a little bit of the conviction out of the words. Lynn laughed. "So, dream about it. That way you'll have lots of cum for me again." She kissed him tenderly, and then curled up next to him. They were both soon asleep. (_|_)******(_|_) Lynn woke up a few hours later, her pussy aching and soaking wet. She'd told Lee to dream about taking her ass, but even if he didn't, she had. Slipping out of the bed slowly, so she didn't wake him, Lynn walked to the bathroom and stripped off her damp panties, starting the shower. Once the water was hot, she stepped into the shower, letting the spray splash against her pebble-hard nipples and tingling sex. Soon thereafter, she leaned back against the wall, gasping for breath and trembling in orgasm. The pent up need from her dream spent, she got down to the business of actually showering. Once she toweled dry, Lynn walked back into the bedroom, still naked. Part of her wasn't dry, and it had nothing to do with the shower. The thought of having Lee's cock in her ass dominated her every thought, and she couldn't have shaken it if she wanted to. Lynn licked her lips when she saw Lee had kicked the covers off in his sleep. He was rock hard, and completely uncovered, almost calling out to her. Crawling into the bed, she slipped out her tongue the moment she could reach him, moaning as his hard flesh twitched beneath the wet caress. It only took a few licks to awaken him, and Lee chuckled sensually when he saw Lynn lovingly lapping his hard cock. "I love when you wake me up like that. God, I've got to pee bad, though." Lynn pouted extravagantly, but then smiled and said, "Go, and get in the shower. I've already had one. Don't be long." Once Lynn heard Lee get in the shower, she grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand drawer and walked in to the bathroom. Turning on the hot water in the sink low, both to avoid freezing Lee and so he wouldn't hear the water running; she slowly filled the basin with quite warm water. As soon as it was full, she put in the lube bottle, and then reached under the sink for an enema. This followed the lubricant to float next to it in the steaming water. Grabbing a pair of towels, as well as a box of moist wipes, Lynn took them to the bedroom and put them down next to the bed. She wanted to be prepared this time. The shower shut off, and Lynn waited until she saw Lee drying his hair in the bathroom mirror reflection before she walked in. When he pulled the towel away from his eyes, Lynn immediately pressed her body tight against him, kissing him hungrily. He returned the kiss with equal passion, squeezing her buttocks as the towel fell forgotten to the floor. When their lips parted, he continued to knead her bottom, as she looked up into his blue eyes and said, "Do you want to fuck my ass, baby?" Squeezing tighter and growling, he replied, "Fuck yes. You are so damn sexy." Pulling away from him, she nodded toward the sink and the two floating bottles. Turning around, she put her hands on the wall and bent over, jutting her ass out toward him, and then slowly slid down to her knees. Lee's cock started rising even as she was turning, and he was nearly erect by the time she completed the slow drop to the floor. Nodding at the sink again, she asked, "Do it for me?" Lee understood what she meant, and fished out the enema, drying it off a little with a hand towel. Lynn moaned, and got down on all fours, pulling her knees in tight and thrusting her butt out to him. Lee knelt down and stroked the taut flesh of her ass, letting his finger trail through the cleft between her buttocks, drawing a shudder from her. He pulled off the safety cap, knowing what to do, as he had done this for her before. The experience had certainly not felt this intimate and arousing before, however. Parting her cheeks with the fingers of one hand, he guided the nozzle of the enema toward the puckered iris of her ass. Lynn clenched for a moment and gasped when the stem slipped inside her. After a moment, she was able to relax, allowing him to insert the enema fully into her. "Remember, just do it slow, but not too slow, and get out of here as soon as it's done. I don't think you want to be here for that part." Lee shook his head in the negative, and then started to squeeze. Lynn moaned for a moment, and then let out a little yelp and fought the urge that almost immediately assailed her. She kept in control, letting the fluid fill her to bursting. Thoughts of fucking Lynn's tight ass had Lee throbbing almost painfully. As soon as the bottle was empty, he pulled it slowly free and immediately stood. Lynn clenched up tight and said in a clipped voice, "Go, go." Stepping quickly out of the room, Lee shut the door and turned on the television in the bedroom, cranking up the volume a little. As he sat down on the bed, he wrapped his hand around his throbbing erection for a moment, to take a little of the edge off. He then settled back on the bed, anxiously awaiting Lynn's return to the bedroom. The bathroom door opened a short while later, and Lynn walked into the room, her hips swaying sensually and her hard nipples pointing out at him. "I'm all cleaned up for you, Baby. I want your cock in my ass." They quickly fell into a tongue wrangling kiss, Lee's hand spreading Lynn's buttocks as they did so, causing her to moan into the kiss. They broke from the kiss, and Lynn handed Lee the warm lube bottle. She got on her hands and knees again, bending down until her large breasts and face pressed against the sheets. She then reached back and parted her cheeks wide, giving him access to lube her bottom. Lee pumped a small squirt of the slippery stuff onto his fingers, rubbing it over her forbidden entrance, which puckered tighter in response. Drizzling more lube onto his pointer finger, he slipped it into her tight embrace. "Get it nice and slick, Baby," she instructed. Lee soon had two slick fingers almost completely inserted in her, and when he pulled them free, he pumped a generous dollop of lube into her ass before it could tighten. Lynn lifted her head from the bed, spinning around to take the bottle from her man. Pumping twice, she filled her palm with lube, and then wrapped her hand around Lee's cock, stroking it and covering his entire length in a thick coating. Grabbing a towel, she wiped off her hand, and then handed it to Lee so he could clean his fingers as well. As he wiped his fingers clean, Lynn lay back, propping her upper body up on several pillows. Lee moved closer to her as she pulled her legs up and back. "I want to watch, Baby. Put that gorgeous cock in my ass." It took Lee a couple of moments to get in position, and then to figure out the odd new angle, but the purple helmet of his cock finally pressed up against the dark ring of Lynn's ass. "Easy," she admonished, though she had no real need to do so. Lee pushed gently, steadily adding minute amounts of pressure, keeping the slippery head in position. He felt just a little slip, and then his cock popped inside her. Lynn gasped as he penetrated her, fighting the natural urge to clench up. "God, so big! Give it to me, Baby, give me more!" They both growled as Lee pushed through her resistance. Lee paused, letting Lynn pant and grow accustomed to the stretch for a moment, and then edged forward again. Half buried in her tight ass now, he closed his eyes tight. Lynn watched him vanish inside her, a tight knot building in her womb and a slight burn permeating her violated bottom. All the while, her clit throbbed and her juices flowed in a torrent from her depths, filling the air with the scent of her arousal. "So fucking tight," Lee growled, only about an inch of swollen shaft still showing outside of her. With a final push, he broke through the last of her resistance, burying his cock in her ass. Lynn sucked in a long, slow breath, and then blew it out in an equally drawn out whistle. She slipped two fingers between her wet labia, stroking them softly. "Fuck my ass," she told him in a breathless voice. Animal-like growls that didn't even sound like Lynn's voice burst from her as Lee pulled back, and then slid back into her. With each stroke, it got easier to reach her depths. After only a few pumps, he set his hips in a steady rhythm. "Oh, yes, so good," Lynn growled, her fingers starting to flash over her sex, rubbing her lips and the bud at their apex. The knot in her womb grew larger, and tighter, even as her fingers sent electric pulses shooting from them toward the pressure deep within her. She could already feel the inevitable explosion building, and knew it wouldn't take much to bring her to orgasm at this rate. Lee built his speed, delighting in the feeling of the incredible squeeze. The way her juices were flowing, a few drops even splattering over both of them as Lynn stroked her pussy, Lee knew she was going to come quickly. He found that the tight fit held off his own itch, allowing him to keep thrusting without fear of creaming her ass before she came. Lynn's mind went numb with bliss, her fingers continuing to rub her clit on pure instinct. She had absolutely no control over the animalistic grunts and growls that each stroke of Lee's cock in her ass drew from her. The pleasure — tinged with pain — just continued to build, welling up inside her like a dam about to burst. Her scream of release was ear piercing, and Lynn's muscles clamped down so tight on Lee that he was held stationary in her contracting ass as she came. The scream went on and on, becoming staccato as she was forced to suck air into her starving lungs. Her face, chest, and even her breasts were flushed a bright red. A trickle of her juices running from her pussy and over his cock let Lee know that she'd squirted. As soon as the pressure relaxed slightly, he reached down and parted her nether lips, starting to thrust again. Lynn's eyes popped wide open and she gasped for air as Lee's cock once again assaulted her ass. She'd distantly noticed the hot tickle as she came, the telltale signal of her pussy squirting, as it often did when she had someone taking her ass. She closed her eyes again, panting for breath as another wave of climax swelled within her. She only dimly noted Lee's fingers leaving her pussy, but a sharp scream of surprise burst from her when his cock popped out of her ass. Her head snapped back as the cool lube drizzled over her burning flesh, flowing into her still-gaped hole. A grunting gasp accompanied Lee's cock easily sliding back inside her to the hilt. Parting her labia again, Lee stroked his cock even faster in her tight ass. Her head lashed back and forth, even as her fingers continued to rub haltingly over her swollen clit. A few thrusts later, he got his reward, a short spurt of juices squirting from her to splash over them both as she came again. Fighting against the tight contraction of her muscles, Lee kept rocking his hips. He barely managed to move at all, but it was enough to send Lynn to a higher plateau. Her eyes pinched closed even tighter, and her mouth opened into a silent scream. A moment later, her scream gained voice, and a fountain of her girl cum splashed against Lee's stomach. The fitful stream changed angle as he pulled back, soaking her from hips to breasts, and a few drops even splashing against her face. An edge of pain creeping into her screams of ecstasy caused Lee to pause, and let her settle slowly back to earth. Lynn's eyes were misty when she opened them, and Lee started to pull free. Although he was painfully close to his own orgasm now too, he didn't want to hurt her. A groan of relief accompanied his cockhead popping free of her ass, but it was quickly followed by a moan of disappointment. "I want you to come in my ass, Baby," Lynn pleaded. "But, Babydoll..." "I want it. Do it, Baby. Come in my ass." The unusual angle had been helping to stave off his climax, along with her tight squeeze, and so Lee said, "Get up on your hands and knees." Rolling over quickly, Lynn did as he asked, looking back over her shoulder and again telling him, "Come in my ass." Lee quickly pumped lube into her, and then edged into position, starting to push slowly inside her. Lynn thrust her hips backward, engulfing him in her ass with a loud growl. Responding to her obvious need, Lee grasped her hips tight and started thrusting full speed. "A rut," Janelle shot back, "it's a fucking canyon!"  "Please, let' s try to keep to the point," the doctor admonished her, "recriminations will get us nowhere."  "So," the doctor then went on, "what would you like to do to change things, Janelle?"  "It would be nice if just once he performed oral sex on me, I'd like to find out if it's as good as everyone says it is," she replied.  "What do you think about that, Kurt," Dr. Scott asked?  "Yeah, we could try that," he said quickly, "anytime she likes."

"Good," the doctor said, "then how about right now?"  "Y-you mean here, and now," Kurt stammered!?!"  "What did I tell you," Janelle retorted, "he's never gonna change."  "Now wait a minute," Kurt responded with the color rising in his cheeks, "if you want it here and now, well by god, I'll give it to you."  "Okay then," the doctor replied, "both of you follow me, please, I have  a special room for just this type of therapy." It was a hot night in July. The air was so thick it could have been compared to walking through jello. The air conditioning was broken at the Madison residence and Maid Sophie was busy cleaning up from dinner. "Sophie did you call the repairman?" shouted Bruce Madison. "Yes sir, I called them twice and left a message each time." She responded uneasily. She knew he did not like it hot and for that matter neither did she. To make matters worse, Mr. Madison was now single and slowly adjusting to it. Sophie knew that she would somehow have to get a repairman on the phone or continue to suffer the wrath of her employer. Bruce was about 5'10" had blonde hair and blue eyes and was a new money man in his early thirties. He was highly educated and had a big job. He was in good shape from exercise, but rarely had a lot of time home from the office being a new vice president and all. Sophie was a short 5'1" weighing in at a buck o' five. She had short grain colored hair and a heaving bosom. Her behind was the comparative ass, a perk of being allowed to use Bruce's personal gym. She was sexy for a woman of forty and looked twenty five. "Can you bring me a beer Sophie? This damn heat is killing me." "Yes sir, right away Mr. Madison." She responded dutifully. She went to the fridge and opened the stainless steel door. She grabbed a bottle of Heineken out of the drawer full of beer and then proceeded to the den. Bruce was reading the paper. She stood by next to his chair with beer and bottle opener in hand. "Go ahead and pop it." He said not looking at her. She popped the top off and then he reached for the beer. Their hands touched for a split second generating an awkward "Oops, sorry sir." from Sophie. He looked up at her, smiled, and then began to chug the beer. She stood by watching in silence as he pounded it down. Then he handed the empty bottle back to her and told her to bring him another. She did as she was told. The sweat was dewing on her brow at this point. She brought him another beer and he sipped it slower this time. "Will that be all Sir?" she asked. "No, no it won't Sophie." He stated. She stood there not knowing what to say. She usually retired to her quarters for the evening after dinner. He continued to drink his beer and fumbled with the paper half-heartedly. Then he put his beer down and folded the paper and dropped it on the table. He looked at Sophie. She looked back with an unsure bashful smile. He sipped more of the beer and then stood up. He towered over her. "I want to show you something Sophie." She squirmed nervously then he reached out his hand and waited for her to put her hand in his. She found herself being led by Bruce down the hallway. Neither of them spoke. He led her to the library and to a wall behind a desk. "I want to show you my secret room Sophie." "Umm, ok?" she said questioningly not knowing what he was talking about. He reached under the desk for a second and then a door slid open behind the desk. He smiled at her adventurously. Then he reached for Sophie's soft milky hand and led her into the room. The lights were on and the door closed behind them. Sophie turned red as she looked around. There was a swing hanging from the ceiling and mirrors all around the room. A shelf full of porno movies stood next to a big screen TV and many types of couches and furniture filled the large room. "What do you think Sophie? There is no need to be embarrassed." She squirmed and said "I'm not sure I should be in here Mr. Madison." "It's ok Sophie; I want to teach you to be a better maid." Her face flushed again. He smiled at her and went to the shelf of porn. He pulled a DVD off the shelf reading the title "Maids of Pleasure." Sophie did not really know how to respond and she fidgeted nervously. "What do you want Mr. Madison? I am really uncomfortable right now." "No need to be shy. It's a collection of consenting adults having sex." Bruce told her. He started the movie and then walked to her. He came behind her and put his arms around her squeezing her juicy breasts. Sophie let out a startled "Oh!" She never expected this and was a little in shock. The movie came on and showed a model in a maids outfit getting her ass fucked and moaning. Sophie flushed again and Bruce smiled. "I want you to be a good maid like her Sophie, and do as I tell you." He said firmly. He left one hand on her breast and released his right arm. He reached up and grabbed a hold of her short crop of hair. "Oh! Ouch! That hurts a bit Mr. Madison." "You will please me Sophie, and in turn, you will be pleased. Do you understand?" She hesitated for a moment and then he yanked her locks again. "Yes, yes I understand Mr. Madison!" "Good, very good." he sighed. He kissed her neck and she let out a soft moan. "You are a beautiful older woman Sophie, and I am going to fuck you just like the obedient maid in that movie. Sophie watched the couple fuck. She had never had anything in her ass before. The thought of her employer's cock penetrating her hole both scared, and excited her. "Have you ever had sex like they are having Sophie?" Bruce asked. "No sir, I have never done that before. I have never watched porn either." She blurted. "I am going to bring you to heights of pleasure that you cannot imagine; an older woman like you never having anal sex before, hmm, what a shame. But I will change that and take your anal cherry with vigor; we shall celebrate when I have completed the wonderful voyage into your behind. I will reward you for giving me your tight asshole by spraying your face with my hot sticky cum." Sophie tensed a bit at what Mr. Madison had said. She soon relaxed though as she began feeling her pussy become wet as her employer continued to lick and suckle her tender neck. Then he paused and spoke "Sit down Sophie, and watch. Learn how to please me from this movie. I will be back to see what you have learned. Be a good girl and learn well." "Yes sir, ok sir, Mr. Madison." Sophie said obediently. He walked over to a bar in the corner of the room and reached for two glasses. He poured a semi light liquid into each glass and then he watched her watch the screen. After ten minutes had passed he walked to her. She sat on a couch in front of the TV. He handed her a glass and proposed a toast. "To our new employer slash employee relationship." He said deviously. She nervously clanked glasses with him and they began to drink. She coughed a bit and her throat burned from the harsh drink. Sophie had certainly never seen this side of Mr. Madison. For one, he was never around, almost ever. She thought for a moment as she sipped more whiskey from her glass and watched Bruce as he watched the porn. He was taken in by it and she decided she wanted to be his special pleasure maid. Sophie finished her glass and Bruce took it and put it aside. He also finished his. He grabbed her hands and helped her stand. He pulled her into his strong chest and suckled her neck. Sophie began to pant and then their lips met. She flicked her tongue to meet his and they were suddenly entwined in a tornado inside their passionate mouths. He grabbed her hair and she moaned as he pulled her back from him. He stared at her and she looked into his eyes submissively, then he moved behind her and pushed her onto a sawhorse like piece of furniture. She was now bent over and put her on her knees. He moved in front of her and wiggled his finger at her. She responded by giving him both her hands. He laid them into harnesses and then strapped her in. He then moved behind her and pulled her skirt down and off over tennis sneakers revealing pink panties. He pulled them up into a thong position in her ass as he knelt behind her. He sucked each of her ass cheeks in and out of his mouth like a rubber band. Her mouth hung open and Sophie was panting heavily now. "Oh, Oh, Oh, yes that feels good Mr. Madison. I have never had anyone do this to me before." He sucked her sweet ass for a few more moments and then he got up and walked in front of her. "Learn how to please me Sophie. Learn how to respect my cock and treat it properly." He then left her alone to watch the movie and headed back to his library. Sophie's ass was now in the air as she lay over the soft furniture. Her hands still strapped into position in front of her. She rested her head on her arm and watched the couples fuck on film. Her pussy was throbbing. She had never had anyone touch her ass like that, let alone suck on her cheeks. She was embarrassed slightly, but it made her hotter and wetter. She watched the film intently and learned things she had never even seen or thought of before. She had never watched a porn movie in all her forty years. She had never seen a woman get ass fucked before, or a man getting his cock sucked on film. She wondered about the models and how brave they must be to do these things in front of a camera; and for other people to watch. Sophie had sex plenty of times, but nothing like this. The couples were all over each other, fucking in positions other than missionary, 69ing each other, and most important of all, having anal sex. Sophie thought for a moment and then said aloud "My boss is going to be fucking my ass like the women in this movie." It excited her to say it and she repeated it again "My boss is going to be fucking my ass like the women in this movie." And then she said it again. "My boss is going to be fucking my ass like the women in this movie." Her pussy throbbed with a new found excitement. She deliberately struggled against the chains to reassure herself that she was trapped, a prisoner. She pictured herself being one of the women in the video; having to please her master's cock by sucking it and letting him fuck her asshole for as long as he needed to satisfy himself. She smiled intently with the thought and watched the hot action. She wished she could rub her amorous throbbing clit. The fact that she could not pleasure herself was making it throb harder. In the mean time, Bruce sat in the library at his computer, watching Sophie on his video-cam. He was naked now and slowly stroking his 9 inch cock up and down. He intently watched his new plaything and imagined how it would feel to slip his cock in and out of her delicious hot holes. He longed to tongue her sweet pussy and tight asshole. He thought about how Sophie's ass cheeks were so soft and flexible in his mouth as he had sucked them. He shivered with the happy thought and then stood and went to the kitchen. It was roasting in the house as he reached for another beer. He savored the cold drink as it poured coldness down his throat. The sweat from the intense heat and from jerking his cock dripped off his brow and he wiped it away with his forearm. Then he decided it was time to see what his pleasure maid had learned. He hoped she would be hotter than the room, and talk nastier than a truck

The room was fairly spartan, with a queen size bed in one corner and an easy chair and an end table several feet away.  "I'll take a seat right here and record the data, while you two get undressed and get into bed," the doctor insisted.   "And then what," Kurt asked?  "Then," Janelle replied quickly, "you're gonna do what ever I say, isn't that right, Dr. Scott!?!"  The doctor chuckled a little and then said, "Essentially that's it dear, but let's stop talking and start undressing.

"  Even though they both were a little embarrassed to be taking off their clothes in front of  Dr. Scott, by the time they were naked, Kurt already had a very large erection, which prompted the doctor to say, "Even though you're having problems, Janelle, just look at the beautiful erection you have given your husband, and believe me, that's half the battle, he does want you."  "I-I realize that," Janelle replied, "and believe me, I do appreciate the fact that I so easily arouse him, I just want a little more out of it, is that so wrong?"  Before the doctor could reply, Kurt took Janelle by the arm and carefully lay her back on the bed and very gently pushed her legs apart   "I'm so sorry I haven't been attentive to your needs, Jan," he said in barely a whisper, "but I'm gonna change, I promise you that," and with those words, he lowered his mouth to her bulging vagina and gingerly began licking the moisture from her damp crack.

"Oh, my," she moaned, "i-it's wonderful, his tongue, it's everywhere, oh, oh, yes, right there, that's my clitoris, do that for me, faster, oh yes, faster, do it, do it, do it! Yes, yes, yes, yes!"  Kurt was stunned at the animation in his wife's voice, never before had he heard her so forceful or insistent in her demands for satisfaction, and incredibly, it was turning him on to hear her want it.  As she became more turned on, she began using gutter language to describe what she wanted.

"Oh, fuck yes," she said with a moan, "Eat my pussy, lap it up, do my fucking clit you cunt lapping bastard."  "Holy smokes," he thought while boring in on her erect little clit, "she's acting like a whore, and I love it!"  Just then her hips bucked and an orgasm that had been years in the making, exploded in her cunt like a stick of TNT, and luckily it was a sound proof room or everyone in the building would have heard Janelle's scream.  Only seconds after her climax, she pushed his face from her crotch and ordered, "Now fuck me, fuck me hard!"

He started to mount her in the familiar missionary position, but she stopped him and said, "No, I want it from the back, I want you to fuck me like a dog, I wanna feel you taking me!"  "Uh, sure, hon," he replied meekly, "what ever you say," while she quickly turned over and rested on her hands and knees, just waiting for his rear assault on her now wide open gaping pussy.  When he didn't move quite fast enough for her she said almost angrily, "Fucking hurry up, I've been waiting eight years for this, don't make me wait eight more!!!"  "I-I'm sorry, dear," he stammered, "here it is."  The head of his big cock slipped easily inside of her, but the fierce attack she had been hoping for was not forthcoming and she demanded, "Fuck me harder you useless piece of shit, what do I have to do to show you what I want, draw you a fucking picture!?!"  "I don't even like him," I remember Vicky saying when we began to set up our little plan. It didn't matter to me, though. This little plan of ours was what we both wanted. We loved each other and we knew that our hearts were bound, but our desire to continue to force our sex life to evolve was insatiable. I intently watched the television in the den, my hand already groping at the front of my jeans as I sat at my desk chair. The video camera we had set up in the living room was hidden well and the picture quality was a bit grainy, but did not leave out any important details. I sipped at a cola as I shook my leg in anticipation. I was so ready for this. Vicky's ex-boyfriend, Tony, sat patiently on the sofa. He was dead center in the camera's view and completely oblivious that he was a mere pawn in our little game. Vicky had been off camera for about a minute now, supposedly to freshen up. As far as Jim knew, Vicky was home alone and was feeling horny for some ex-cock. I was supposedly away visiting family for the weekend and Vicky made it abundantly clear that Jim was going to get lucky this weekend. So I sat and waited, and compared myself to Tony as he sat there unknowing. Tony was a thin, lithe, young Italian guy of about 20 years old, the same age as Vicky. In fact, they were friends in high school as well as off-again, on-again lovers. Vicky never did let Jim fuck her, but she took to sucking his cock on a regular basis while they were dating. But Tony was the lackluster give-nothing-and-take-all kind of guy. Tony had never made Vicky orgasm in the year that they dated, but expected Vicky to swallow his seed on a near-daily basis. Truth be told, I didn't like this guy one bit. But, he filled a need that we had. While Tony was young, lithe, and thin, I was big, hulking, and older. Whereas he was 5' 8", I was 6' tall. Whereas he was built like a skeleton of 140 lb., I was built like a lumberjack of about 330 lb. His greasy black hair hung off to the sides in a poor attempt to be slicked back while my brown hair was shaved to stubble. And at the end of it all, he was a virile 20 year old whereas I was 33. Where he did have me beat, however, was his cock. According to Vicky, Tony's cock was about eight and a half inches long, about 5 inches around, and bent upwards slightly at the tip? Me, I could not compare in length. My cock stood straight and proud at 5 inches, but measured thicker than that. Vicky once compared it to Red Bull can and that seemed to be about right. In any case, while I knew I could always perform to her satisfaction, I did always feel a bit insecure about having the shorter cock. My reverie in comparison was soon interrupted by Vicky's return. Vicky wore a tight pair of new jeans that hugger her thick ass and thighs quite well. Her spaghetti-strap top had her D-cup tits practically spilling out, and her long, brown hair was already tied back in a pony-tail. That could only have meant one thing. I had no audio set up on the video camera, but I could tell that there was little talk between the two. Vicky and Tony immediately started to go at it, their lips mashed together as their mouths frantically sucked at one another's tongues. In unison, they both removed their glasses and tossed them on the table before continuing to make out. Tony was soon roughly groping Vicky's tits, Vicky was rubbing her hand up and down Tony's slacks-clad cock, and I had taken my cock out and began to lightly stroke it. Before long, Vicky stood up and hurriedly tore her shirt and bra off over her head in one frantic motion. Her young, round tits were in full view for Tony and me to both look at, and soon, she peeled off her jeans, revealing no panties underneath. Her shaven mound was in view and Tony could only gawk and stare at Vicky as she kicked her jeans off to the side. I moaned at the thought of kissing and licking Vicky all over, but concentrated on not blowing my load too soon. Vicky said something to Tony and made a motion with her hand. Tony's eyes widened and then he proceeded to kick off his slacks in a hurry. He then stood up and dropped his boxers quickly and stepped out of them. Springing into view was Tony's cock - its base enshrouded in a nest of black hair, but standing proudly up at an angle about 8 to 9 inches in length. I was impressed, but even on the video camera, I could easily see how thin it was compared to my thick cock. I smirked to myself, a false sense of pride swelling within me (and swelling in my stroked cock as well). Vicky walked over to Tony, her hand immediately finding his cock as she lightly ran the palm of her hand up and down the underside of his shaft. His fingers awkwardly fumbled with her pussy lips and clit as their tongues met again, biting down at one another like cobras. Vicky then turned her head away from Tony, allowing him to kiss and suck at her neck and collarbone. I nearly laughed when her eyes made contact with the camera as she rolled her eyes back in her head and mouthed the word "boring" before winking. She turned back to Tony and locked lips with him once again, her hand still rubbing the underside of his prick. By this point, I was completely out of my jeans and socks, and my t-shirt was the last thing to go. I continued to slowly stroke my fat cock as I watched my lover and her ex-lover make out on my den television. I marveled at the fact that I had not felt this hard in months. On the television, Vicky broke off her kiss with Tony and shoved Tony down onto the sofa. Before he could sit up and position himself, Vicky got down on her knees, shifted over to the side so I could get a view, and completely engulfed his cock with her mouth. I was amazed seeing her take his long cock all the way into her mouth, nearly half of it undoubtedly sliding down her throat. I tightened the grip on my cock and slowed down the pace as her head twisted and bobbed up and down on Tony's cock. Comically, Tony looked like he had been shot - his eyes were clamped shut, and his arms were frozen out to his sides while tightly gripping the top of the sofa. I fumbled with my desk drawer and removed a tube of Astroglide from within. I applied a little too much slick, clear liquid to my cock head and slowly worked it onto the length of my shaft. As I concentrated on not cumming, I watched as Vicky slid Tony's cock out of her mouth and looked up to him to speak. Soon, Tony grabbed a handful of her hair and gently moved Vicky's head down onto his cock again. "Pfft!" I hissed out loud. I knew Vicky liked it incredibly rough and grabbing her hair as gently as he did would do nothing for her. If he knew better, he would have tried to rip the hair out of her head by the roots. That would have really got her going. Vicky's head bobbed up and down once again and in a matter of a minute, Tony threw his head back and let go of Vicky's hair. "Is he already done?" I thought to myself. Sure enough, Vicky slowly rose her mouth up off of his cock, gulped down the load he had blown, and made a deliberate motion of wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. That was my sign. With my cock still lubed and rigid and my clothes scattered around my den, I opened the door and tip-toed down the hall towards the living room. What a sight that must have been; a 330-pound gorilla tip-toeing like a ninja. As I got to the doorway of the living room, I stopped for a moment to listen. "That was fucking amazing," Tony gasped between breaths. "I missed your mouth, baby." "You think you could have held out a little longer?" Vicky asked, belittling her ex-lover for not being able to hold his load. "Well it's because you were so good, baby," he said as he defended his lackluster performance (as usual). Vicky went to say something, but I just could not wait any longer. I stepped around the corner and into the room and shouted, "What the fuck is this shit?!" The look on Tony's face was priceless. His eyes opened wide, his jaw dropped, and for some reason, his dick got immediately hard again. Vicky even jumped a little from the volume of my voice as I took two steps into the room, completely naked. "What the fuck do you think you're doing, little man?" I screamed again, this time my voice becoming low and raspy. He could only look up at me with the utmost feat in his eyes "I oughta fucking murder your ass right now!" People will argue that the likes of Jesse Owens, Carl Lewis, or even Michael Johnson were the best sprinters in the world. I tend to disagree. After seeing Tony run out of my living room and out my front door that moment, I would have to put my money on him. Leaving his glasses and even his slacks and boxers behind, Tony damn near broke the screen door to my house as he dashed out into the driveway. From there, I had no concern as to where he went. I scooped up Vicky from behind and tossed her onto the couch, flat on her stomach. She let out a little whimper, but looked back at me over her shoulder with a sly, seductive grin. As she wiggled her eyebrows at me and glanced at my cock (which was only semi-hard now), I reached under her stomach and propped her up on all fours. I roughly grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks apart to gaze at my prize for this evening. Her pussy lips and asshole were recently shaved, though I smirked at the sloppy job she did where her ass crack met her thighs - a few stray hairs still left untouched by the razor. Around her puckered entrance, however, was as clean and smooth as could be. I violently thrust my tongue into her asshole, and she let out a yelp. "Oh God yes!" she hissed as I began to frantically suck, lick, and tongue-fuck her ass. I let her ass cheeks go as they squeezed around my face. My left arm wrapped around her waist halfway while my right hand was busy stroking my semi-hard and semi-lubed cock. Her moans of delight and pleasure increased in volume and tempo as I continued to tongue her rosebud. She especially liked it when I locked my lips around it and sucked hard, and I made sure to do that as she reached her impending orgasm. Finally, after a few minutes of orally assaulting her asshole, Vicky came; and came hard. Her ass cheeks squeezed my face right out of her ass as her whole body seized up tightly and lurched forward. Her cries of ecstasy were buried in the sofa's cushion as her ass and legs convulsed as though she were being electrically shocked. With my dick hard and at the ready, I watched as Vicky slowly began to recover. Her fingers slowly reached between her legs and started to trace small circles on her clit. She muttered incoherent babblings into the sofa cushion and I chose this moment to strike. I grabbed my cock firmly with a handful of spit, stroked it a couple of times, and with a yelp of pain escaping Vicky's lips, I buried my cock all the way into her ass in one hard thrust. I began to fuck her ass like it was the only thing keeping me alive. Both my hands gripped her hips incredibly tight as I slammed my cock into her ass with all my might. Her body thrust into the arm of the sofa over and over again, and each time she let out a small cry of pain or pleasure; it was hard to tell the difference at this point. I slowed down my frantic pace for a bit as my heart began to pound and I started to sweat from the heat being turned up too high. I rocked my hips in a good rhythm as one of my legs stood strong on the floor and my other leg was arched back, bracing against the arm of the sofa behind me. The feeling of her slightly-spasming ass on my cock was absolutely divine. Angels with lubricant, feathers, and the laughter of college girls couldn't feel as good as this was feeling. Vicky tried to pick up her head from the sofa to say something, but I leaned forward and shoved her head back down into the cushion as I thrust harder and slower. The sound of our bodies crashing together sounded like slow clapping as I was not sure whether my stomach on her ass or my balls on her pussy were making all the noise. Either way, it was incredibly erotic and turning me on even more. With the slower pace and harder thrusts, Vicky surprised me with a series of orgasms that, to this day, I refer to as "the anal aftershocks". Vicky would later claim that this series of orgasms was in her top five orgasms of all time mainly because she had eight orgasms back-to-back in what I can only describe as a sexually-fueled seizure. When she started to cum, her ass clenched up a little tighter and actually ejected my cock from inside her. As she started to spasm, and with me getting so close to my own orgasm, I was not about to let a little orgasm get in the way of me fucking her ass. So I pushed her forward even more so against the arm of the sofa and jammed my cock home into her slightly opened asshole. This is where the orgasm really began to set in. Her head popped free from its cushioned confines as she began to emit low, guttural grunts and groans intermittently broken up with an obscenity-laced hiss. "Oh my fucking God this is so fucking incredible!" she would quickly say between groans and grunts. Fucking her ass in this situation felt abso-fucking-lutely incredible, and before she was even done with her series of orgasms (which lasted quite a few minutes in all), I felt my own orgasm building quickly. I planned to fuck her faster for a minute and then inject her with my cum, but it only took three or four more pumps before my balls felt like they were put through a press. What felt like a gallon of my cum began to jet inside of her, spurt after spurt, making her all the more vocal in response. I finished off her series of orgasms with three fingers buried in her pussy as she remained on all fours. My arm was practically a blur as I savagely thrust my fingers in and out, even slowing down at times so I could lean forward and dip my tongue into her asshole to increase the pleasure. When her last orgasm hit her fast and hard, I clamped my lips onto her asshole and sucked for all it was worth. I admit that I nearly gagged as a mouthful of my own cum was sucked into my mouth, but I was quick to grab her by the hair, spin her around on the couch, and tongue kiss the bounty of my spunk into her mouth. I then knelt on the couch, straddling her torso as she gasped for air from our incredible sex. "That was..." she went to speak, but was soon cut off by my rudeness as I viciously grabbed a fistful of her hair and jammed my deflating cock into her mouth. She coughed once, when my cock entered her mouth, but soon her tongue was swirling about my cock head and her shock was quickly turned to eager oral service. I let her suck on my cock for about twenty seconds, but at that point the head of my cock was too sensitive from just cumming, so I pulled it out of her mouth and smiled down at my young beauty. I lay back on the sofa and pulled her down on top of me, both of us sticking together from the sheen of cooling sweat that had formed. "Tony left his pants here," I said as I laughed, nodding towards the crumpled heap of his boxers and slacks on the floor. "Yeah," Vicky said. "I tried to tell you that he wouldn't be able to leave without his keys, but you shoved my face into the couch." I laughed again as I gently ran my fingers up and down the small of her back. "Oh well," I said. "He shouldn't have been fooling around with my girlfriend." "Your girlfriend shouldn't have been fooling around with him," she said as she looked down at me with a smirk. "Yeah, true..." I sighed as I looked up at the ceiling in a brief moment of post-coital bliss. "But she was handled accordingly." "Damn straight," Vicky said as she climbed up off of me and headed toward the bathroom. I headed over to my front door and looked outside in the driveway. Sure enough, Tony's Nissan was still sitting in the driveway. The windows were slightly fogged up, so my guess was that he was actually inside the car. So, feeling like a sport, I gathered his glasses, shoes, boxers, and slacks and put them in a pile. While Vicky was in the bathroom, I headed to the den, shut the video feed off, and put my jeans back on. I then grabbed his pile of clothes and headed outside. As I got closer, I could see Tony huddled up in his back seat, most likely trying to hide from me. Without making eye contact with him, I dropped his stuff onto the hood of his car and walked back inside. I'd be lying if I said I di That did it, he wasn't going to take that kind of sass from anyone, not even his wife, and if she wanted a had fucking, well he was gonna make her wish she never brought this whole thing up.  "Okay, slut," he muttered, "take this," and with a mighty plunge, he buried all eight inches of thick cock flesh deep inside of his smart mouthed wife's pussy.

"Oweeeeee," she roared, "give it to me harder stud boy, harder, harder!"  "Y-you want it harder, bitch," he said between breaths, "I'm gonna fuck you to death, take this," as he rammed into her with a ferocity that even scared Doctor Scott!!!  But incredibly, Jenelle laughed at him and said, "Is that all you got, I could get better from a sixty year old cripple!?!"  "Y-y-you, fucking bitch," he spat, take this, and this, and this, and oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I'm cumming so hard, I-I'm filling your pussy with cum!!!"  Janelle couldn't believe it, it was unreal, getting fucked hard for the first time in her life!!!  Never before had Kurt's pecker felt so good, and incredibly, she was cumming with him, for the first time in her life she was having an orgasm along with her husband, and it was heaven!!!

Afterwards, in the afterglow of hot sweet sex, Janelle asked Kurt softly, "What's wrong baby, Saturday afternoon - what were they all doing? Dear readers: You may be totally confused by this story. If you are please do read the sequences leading up to Saturday afternoon following Nude Monday. Thank you! SATURDAY AFTERNOON – Parlour Girl When my Partner left her workshop there was complete, stony, silence in the room. She went out, hand in hand, with the beautiful naked mother of the Titian haired girl, who had been bare breasted at the Restaurant only the evening before. The girl remained standing, looking shy. She had the body of an innocent, young, teenager. Parlour Girl remained dressed in her outdoor finery from the trip to the Mall. This consisted of an exquisite eighteen carat gold collar, the most beautiful gold breast cages, held in place by her pierced nipples. There were gold drops on her outer nipple piercings. She continued to wear the linked butt plug, cunt plug, and jewelled clitoris cap, and of course her labia stretcher chains swung between her legs. She had become completely used to them all. They were so comfortable, that she felt nude. The idea of this dress epitomised the development of Starburst Jewellery, and it’s affect on National Nude Day. My Partner, and the Goldsmith creator, was developing jewellery to enhance both female, and male, nudity. She was designing beautiful adornments that could be worn to emphasise the qualities of the human body. It was jewellery that would allow people to walk nude in public, to eat, and to shop. Partner Girl was not overdressed for a Saturday afternoon shopping trip, but then neither had the others been, when they all went out three hours before. They were creating a stir, as at the Restaurant , or the red haired girl would not have brought her mother to the house. Parlour Girl broke the ice by asking the daughter if she would like to see what they had bought on their shopping trip. The girl wanted to do this. They went, hand in hand, to the lounge room. A dozen, or so, bags were scooped up from near the front door. They were deposited in the middle of the room. The two naked girls say cross-legged on the floor facing each other. With Parlour Girl this meant that her stretcher chains touched the ground first, then her plugs were pushed together deeper into her most private holes. Always provocative, always sexy, she sat so that the two chains stretched out in front of her. Further she trapped them as she crossed her legs. This stretched her labia more. She simply loved it, and as her mistress was in the shower, she wriggled about on the floor driving the plug further into her cunt, and the other deeper still into her arse. The daughter watched in amazement as the collared creature continued to move. In all innocence, she asked why she was not still. Parlour Girl giggled, then recounted her sexual activity since she returned from dinner on Friday. The twenty year old girl was completely amazed that she had been a virgin. She stared in disbelief when she heard that she asked if she could try to give us a child. That she had willingly given herself to me. She described how she had been bathed, and prepared by two beautiful women. She told of her hymen being broken, and how all four of us had slept together after wonderful sex. The pretty redhead sat open mouthed. She was obviously becoming very aroused. She was hardly breathing. Finally, when she breathed again, she gasped, and put a hand to her mouth. Parlour Girl was describing early morning sex. She told how my Partner aided her. She talked of how she had given her anal cherry. She described how it felt as a penis pushed into her anus. She told the girl how full she felt, and how she wished she had given up her anus years before. She told of how her hand was guided, so she could feel my penis moving behind her stomach wall. How she pressed her hand hard into her flatness as I moved out. How it was pushed away as I charged in. Not many clothes purchases were seen. Instead the girl crawled to Parlour Girl, and pressed both her hands into that perfect stomach. She whispered, in wide eyed amazement, “And you think that there is a baby in there?” Parlour Girl’s head nodded imperceptibly. Then she said, “Mummy does not know, but I am still a virgin.” The girl took her hands away and rolled, in a languid movement, onto her back, gazing up at Parlour Girl. She placed her hands on her tummy possibly deliberately pointing towards her sex. It appeared to be an invitation. It was the body of a teenager on a twenty something woman. A person, who had become totally aroused by what she was witnessing, and hearing, yet did not know how to handle it. The young slave, Parlour Girl, was filled with lust. Now I believe that everybody has bisexual traits. Some are more bi than others. There are some, in whom it is virtually always suppressed. Then there are some who also suppress their heterosexual traits. It simply does not matter. Sex is the most beautiful voyage in the world. Voyages of sexual discovery, and harmony, are the most perfect. Life is one long journey through which we only pass once. It is to be enjoyed to the full. Sex is to be enjoyed to the full, and that is what these two young ladies did. Parlour Girl gazed at her startlingly white body. She saw hips that were only just developing; she hardly had a waist. She looked at tiny cones where her breasts rose a little from her chest. She lusted for those wonderful pink puffy nipples. She wanted to suck the minute teats that tipped them. A child like body lay in front of her, hands together above her naked, bald, sex crack, with her legs straight out, and feet together. It was very inviting. There was a definite aroma of arousal, but her cunt lips were still sealed tight shut. There may have been a small change where her clit had swollen to push the cheeks a little part. It was impossible to tell. She was a delectable sight. Parlour Girl moved in almost involuntary fascination. Her right hand lifted slowly, it reached to the start of that naked crack. It slowly moved down with only the slightest pressure. It moved to where the crack vanished between her legs, but no further. It moved back again Titian Red hair surrounded her face. Eyes were tight shut, and she slowly licked her lips. Parlour Girl was entranced. There was not a sound, but as the finger moved down again, the tip of a tongue moved in unison over moist lips. It kept perfect time. Parlour girl continued to stroke, while she slowly lent forwards. Her lips touched the tiny teat on the farthest breast, her mouth opened and she sucked the whole puffy peak into her mouth. Her nipple jewellery just brushed the girls other breast, it ran gently over her naked chest. The girl gasped. Her hands went behind the sucking head. She crushed it to her body. Her legs flew apart, so Parlour Girls last trace slipped involuntarily around the corner. It reached the bottom of her closed valley. She was dripping wet. The single finger became two, and both plunged into the girl’s cunt in a continuous motion. Two legs flew up, almost crushing Parlour Girls exploring hand and arm. A sexually repressed body became completely alive. She felt the constriction of her hymen, so knew that the girl spoke the truth. She took care. Parlour Girl was thinking, “Well if I had a mother as sexy, and beautiful, as yours, then possibly I would always hold myself back”. She tried to move her mouth to the nearer tit, but it was diverted to Titian’s mouth. There was a very long exploring kiss. Tongue moved around tongue, lips sealed them in, and they danced together. Two fingers traced back from deep in her cunt, up an opening valley to her clit. At first they were gentle, but lust took over. They rolled, pulled, stretched, and massaged it out of slumber. It was a beautiful climax. It may even have been her first. That a pretty young female slave brought it on was irrelevant. The slave knew that her mistress would approve, and the girl deserved to be taken to ecstasy. Two naked girls stretched out, and lay together. Touching, stroking, caressing, and kissing. No clothing was examined. SATURDAY AFTERNOON – My Partner My Partner had taken Titian’s gorgeous naked mother to the shower in one of the guest rooms. Neither were lesbians in the true sense of the word. It was that both enjoyed sex in every way. Winding the gold onto those beautiful breasts, while Parlour Girl stood behind her to lift them slightly, had proved too erotic, too sensual, for them both. Two women needed to let of steam. They had to orgasm. As they walked my Partner unclipped the gold chains from her Starbursts, and the one that still held the purse. They were dropped at the entrance to the shower room. They just about reached the actual walk in shower before they were kissing again. Titian’s mother held my Partners face to touch both her eyes with her lips. She held onto her face, then her hands slid to her neck. Her mouth reached to a breast still covered in a Starburst jewel. The extra long exposed teat was bitten and sucked. The outer drops were removed, then her inner bars, exposing a completely bare nipple. It had become totally engorged, stretching to its full length beyond the encircling gold. Soon both nipples were the same. There was a gasp of surprise at how long, full, and hard, my Partner’s teats had become. They were milked in complete unison by very skilled hands. They still had not started to shower. Each Starburst was slowly pulled the length of her nipple. Both her breasts and teats stretched even longer, there was a “pop”, and they were free. The jewellery was set aside. Her hands passed over the now exposed breasts, along her nipples, on their voyage to her cunt. She moved with exacting care setting the skin beneath her hands on fire. It was the touch of experience, and a love of sensual sex. One had stopped at the exposed clit, where it poked through the Starburst. The other continued its journey. It turned the corner. There another was a gasp of amazement, she had not realised that the Star hooked into my Partners cunt hole. She knelt, her face close to the belly, where the diamond and emerald points stopped. She kissed the distended clit, she sucked it out form her body. Then she removed her bar. The third piece of jewellery was pulled away. It was set to one side. Now both women were bare She sucked on the totally distended clit; she pulled the whole hood, and clitoris, deep into her mouth. Fingers on her other had found that wonderful rough area as a cunt hole forms. A first finger and her thumb moved up and down pincering the sensitive flesh. She sensed the rush of a huge orgasm, and my Partner shuddered to her knees. And it was my Partners turn. She turned on the shower, and knelt down again. They both realised that they would become totally wet. Titian’s mother crawled beneath the cascading water, her backside turned invitingly. Two hands were placed on her rounded arse. It was stretched. Her cunt was slowly licked. It was kissed before an exploring tongue moved to her anal rose. She wriggled, and cried, with delight as an experienced woman rimmed her. Two fingers of her right hand, the smallest and the next, were eased into her hole. The two remaining fingers went into her cunt. The web between the middle two fingers touched that short patch of bare skin, between the cunt and the anus. She could not go any deeper. She braced herself as best she could against the anti slip parts of the fully tiled shower. Her arms were apart, and she was ready. She knew what would happen next. All four fingers were rammed in, and out, of both holes. Her cries became louder. They were not of pain, but of delight, and pleasure. My Partner set up a rhythm. She stopped after two strokes, with her fingers as deep as possible. Her thumb stretched to massage a completely engorged clit. Titian’s mother pushed back to meet each inward plunge, she screamed for them to be deeper, for them to be moved. She pushed, and pushed, then waited, gently rubbing. She did it again and again, realising that a highly tuned animal was close to a shattering orgasm. Two hands stretched behind. They pressed hard on a beautiful arse, to pull both cheeks as far apart as possible. She stretched her own anal hole more. Fingers may have gone deeper. The middle finger in each of the stretching hands entered her anal passage. She tugged herself further open. Cascading water entered with the plunging pulling fingers. It was totally erotic. A body was saying, “Take me.” My Partner reached forward with her left hand, she found a swinging breast, then an engorged teat. She grabbed it between her thumb, and two fingers. She pulled it hard down, and backwards. A nipple joined in the dance, while the free breast swung in consort. She pushed her hips against that gorgeous mature behind. Everything moved in unison. Fingers kept up their rhythm; hands stretched skin to the same beat. Somebody, who had been a total stranger, hurtled over the top to a gigantic orgasm. She shook, and shook, with pleasure. She said, “That was wonderful, I do not think I have ever cum so hard, no, not ever.” The both lay under the cascading water, slowly gathering their breaths. They kissed and stroked, waiting for heartbeats to return to near normal. They kissed again, long, intimate, loving kisses. They slowly moved to kneel facing each other, soap was found and two mature beauties began to wash. Each soaped the other with intimacy, and care. They washed, bath towels were found, and they dried each other. My Partner was asked if this was normal behaviour with clients. She screwed up her pretty face, and thought. The answer was that nakedness changed everything, and National Nude Day had a great deal to answer for. SATURDAY AFTERNOON – Chestnut – Anal sex with a difference Chestnut had come to my Study immediately all the other girls retired to the jewellery workshop. I have always prided my self about my Partners Desk. It is a beautiful antique. It may be unique. It has four kneeholes, rather than the normal two. I bought it in an Internet sale. It was no bargain, but working at it gives me continued pleasure. This meant that the dear, bejewelled girl could either sit opposite me, or she could sit to my right or to my left. She chose to sit close to me, on my right, to be my right hand. So there I was, late on a Saturday afternoon, sitting in my Study stark naked, except for my nipple shields, and my cock ring. I was expected to undertake serious work on the Business Plan with a girl, who was also stark naked, except for gold jewellery, and chains. She wayou look unhappy?!?"  "I'm just sorry for all of the wasted years," he said with a shake of his head,  "how am I ever going to make it up to you!?!"  Janelle looked over at Dr. Scott and with a twinkle in her eye said, "Oh, I don't know, I guess I'll think of something!!! Summary: A day in the life of a girl and her anal plug. It’s fantasy folks, and not intended for anything other than fun. The characters and story are mine, and belong to me. Feedback of all kinds goes to the link below. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Just looking at it made her wet. It was so imposing, all black leather and silver, with the thick black plug anchored firmly into the tail-end of it. He’d e-mailed her earlier, the man she obeyed but had not yet met, and asked her to get it out and ready. He’d also told her to get herself ready, to shave her pussy and make it smooth, to oil the skin so it would be soft. So, she had, leaving her with nothing else to do but follow his instructions, even though a tiny part of her was anxious, looking for something, anything, to delay the inevitable. “Insert your plug,” he’d typed, the words transcending their apparently stark nature. “You may use lube, of course, but don’t hesitate. Don’t insert it half-way, pull back, then try again. No matter how much it may hurt, I want you to accomplish this task in one smooth, continuous push.” It was daunting, of course. The plug was large, thick at the bulge and not much smaller beneath. The bit that would part her anus once it was settled in place was as broad as a fairly large cock. She’d worked up to it over the course of a few months, not wanting to rush herself, but still pushed relentlessly in her timetable by the desires of her online Master. He didn’t want her to grow complacent, and so she hadn’t. By the time she’d learned to accept one plug easily, he’d moved her up to the next. She couldn’t say that the result hadn’t always been pleasant, because it had. She’d loved it, the apparent non-control over her body, the dictates of a Master who took her beyond her comfort zone and into a space she wouldn’t have dared occupy if left to her own devices. His insistence, his determination that she wouldn’t simply accept her limitations without protest, had shown her that her body was willing to do things her mind couldn’t comprehend. And, to make it sound esoteric was perhaps doing a disservice to the more banal, inherently more carnal, outcome. She liked pain, liked discomfort, liked humiliation, and liked most of all feeling she had no control over the level at which it was administered. While it was true that he would never know if she didn’t obey his dictates as instructed, instinctively she realized that if she lied to him, she just simply wouldn’t enjoy it as much. Hedonistic as it might have been, it was her pleasure driving the whole endeavor, and she wasn’t dishonest enough to pretend otherwise. So, according to her instructions, she applied a healthy dollop of lube, using her fingers to spread the excess around her smoothly shaven anus, dipping inside occasionally, almost teasing herself. She realized she’d put it off as long as she could, well aware that he’d be displeased with her were he to know. Taking one last glance at the plug, aroused beyond comprehension at the thought that it would soon be nestled quite firmly inside of her, she lay down on the bed, turning on to her side and reaching behind her, grasping the harness. Guiding it to her, body stiffening in anticipation, she took a deep breath, the blunt tip of the plug resting against her hole. It was more a breath of fortification, to calm the already rapid beating of her heart, than anything else. Eyes fluttering closed, she started to push, that delicious first penetration soon giving way to more and more intense pressure until she was breathing heavily, anus nothing but an aching void. Tears gathered in the corners of her eyes at the point where she normally would have admitted temporary defeat and eased the plug back, letting herself adjust to it, but she couldn’t do that this time. This time she had to keep on, and as she pushed, she felt the momentary fear that she was never going to be able to do it, that her body quite simply wouldn’t stretch far enough. It was something that always happened, even though she knew she’d taken it before and most certainly could again. And, like always, just seconds after that feeling hit, she felt herself start to close over the thickest part of the plug, that slide down to the base nearly a relief. That is, until she realized just how well she was stretched, the plug parting her very efficiently. It was a fulfilling sensation at the moment, bordering on uncomfortable yet not, and as she pulled the rest of the harness into place, she wiggled around on the bed, moving it into place, the sharp pain that had been teasing at her before settling into a dull, constant pressure. A quick click had her locked in, and with a sigh she laid the key that would guarantee her freedom to the side. Unfortunately, it was to be left at home, leaving her with no other option than to hope she could return quickly. She knew it probably wasn’t meant to be, though, and accepted the fact with a confusing mixture of anticipation and resignation. He wanted her to look a bit slutty that night. She was to wear her loosely pleated black skirt, the one that vaguely resembled the bottom half of a Catholic school-girl outfit. Sheer black stockings and garters went with it, taking away the co-ed feel slightly, appropriate since she was now in her late twenties. Stiletto heels elongated her calves and straightened her posture, automatically putting her breasts on display. Not that they wouldn’t be on display anyway. The tight black tank top she was wearing saw to that, the thin material highlighting her well-rounded C cups. The definite jiggle when she walked was a clear indication that she wasn’t wearing a bra, as were her hardened nipples, but she couldn’t help either of those things. Taking a step, moving gingerly, she moaned at the near orgasmic sensation of feeling herself slide against the plug, the shift of her body around the stationary object sensuous to the extreme. She realized, much to her embarrassment, that her pussy was already soaking wet beneath the thick leather strap covering it. Each and every step reminded her that she was filled, ostensibly by him, his thick cock buried inside her as she went about fulfilling the tasks he had set for her. She’d printed the list off but hadn’t looked at it. He’d insisted she do it that way, so that she couldn’t talk herself out of it, convince herself it was an impossible task before she even tried it. It was as if he knew that once she was in the harness, she’d find it nearly impossible to back down. Pride would keep her from it, as would the intensely exciting prospect of obeying him. Feeling slightly breathless, she picked up the paper. Eyes closed, she took in a deep breath, letting the anticipation build, then looked down. “I assume you’ve followed my directions like the good little slut I know you are. Of course, it’s only the beginning, and I’m curious to see if you can make it through the entire evening. Each of the items below must be completed as directed, no deviations allowed. Enjoy.” Shivering slightly, perversely proud of her slut status, she read on, as of yet undaunted. “First up is a trip to the nearest library. Check out a book, I don’t care which one, but don’t decide on a title until you’ve been there at least half an hour and looked on every shelf in the building. Take special care to read the names of the books on the bottom shelf, but when you do, bend at the waist and show off your pretty, slutty little ass.” She snorted with laughter, unable to help herself. It seemed like such a silly request, one she was going to fulfill, but had to wonder what he was thinking. In all the scenarios she’d mapped out in her mind, a trip to the library hadn’t been the focus of a single one. Snatching up her keys, making sure her purse was fully loaded with everything she was required to take with her, she made her way out into the night air. Her nipples hardened instantly, pressing against the thin fabric of her tank top in an almost obscene manner, and she fought the urge to cross her arms over her chest. He wouldn’t be happy with her if she did. As she slid into the seat of her car, she nearly moaned, the pressure inside her shifting and increasing in intensity, and she wiggled slightly against the seat, feeling the plug move inside her. She felt naughty and dirty, wearing it outside of her house, convinced that anyone looking at her would be able to tell. It was ridiculous, really, because no one knew but herself, even though part of her couldn’t shake the belief that somehow everyone would know. Know she was a slut, know that her ass was stretched tight around the thick black plug… The nearest library was only a few blocks from her house, but strangely enough, in a part of town she rarely visited. Conditions shifted radically in the span of a few streets, a seemingly invisible line dividing her neighborhood from the much poorer one only a few blocks over, and as she pulled into the parking lot, taking in the run-down, older model cars there, she felt herself grow a little apprehensive. The stark brick building looked somehow intimidating in the fading light of the evening, half of the streetlights apparently broken, and she gulped, suddenly quite nervous. For a moment, she thought about turning around, about choosing another destination, but he’d said the nearest library and this was it. Not that she thought he would want her to endanger herself in any way, and perhaps a single woman walking alone in a neighborhood like the one she was in, especially dressed as she was, would be a target. No, she was going in. If she left, she wouldn’t make it to the next nearest library in time to adhere to his command. So, with a decisive move, she opened her door, stepping unsteadily onto the broken pavement beneath her. Walking quickly to the door, she threw it open, startling the elderly woman sitting placidly behind the desk. The disapproving scowl shot her way soon turned to a look of near disgust, and she blushed, quite aware of how she had to look. She was dressed like a whore, the bright interior lights of the library unforgiving. Ducking her head slightly, suddenly very embarrassed, she made her way quickly past the old woman, heading for the nearest shelf, hoping to hide herself away. That one instant had defined the beauty in this part of his plan. His task wasn’t simply to give her meaningless chores to keep her away from her house… he wanted her humiliated. It was fairly empty, for which she was grateful, but also extremely well air-conditioned, for which she was not. Nipples rock hard and straining against her shirt, she made her way slowly through the aisles, bending as instructed. Each time she did so, she could feel her skirt slide up the backs of her thighs, nearly so high as to leave her completely exposed. Some part of her must have liked it, because after the first couple of tugs, she didn’t bother pulling it back down, leaving it to ride high across her thighs. Maybe it was the thought that out there, unbeknownst to her, might be a patron she couldn’t see, eyes following the long line of her thighs straight up to her almost bared crotch, hitting on the thick leather with confusion. About five minutes into her slow trek through the building, she finally hit a row that wasn’t unoccupied. At the other end stood a slim, young African-American man. His hair was in neat cornrows, his babyish face clean shaven. He was lounging against the corner of the shelf, book in hand, when she caught his eye. For a second, he gaped, eyes going wide, but then looked down quickly. She nearly chuckled, watching the way his eyes flitted from her to the book and back again, his interest obvious. Feeling slightly emboldened, she made her way down the aisle slowly, bending deeply, making sure every inch of her creamy white thighs was displayed to its best advantage. Half-way through her slow perusal, he stopped pretending to look at his book and focused only on her. By the time she reached him, he’d abandoned the book entirely, dark eyes hooded. He didn’t move as she passed him, forcing her to squeeze between him and the shelf. As she did so, his hard cock brushed against her ass and she nearly gasped, beyond aroused that she’d aroused him. But, she didn’t stop, merely continued on, moving with methodical intent down the next aisle, aware that he’d followed her, that he was standing behind her, watching her every move. It made her wet, or, more accurately, wetter, and she put on a show for him, hips shaking as she moved, ass pushed back toward him. She almost giggled as she realized that the task meant to humiliate her had gone in quite the different direction, each step she took followed by that of the young man behind her. For a moment, she wondered if she should worry about it, if she should be concerned that she’d acquired such an ardent admirer, but then she remembered the man’s handsome face and his hard cock, and it didn’t seem to matter nearly as much. They were in the back, non-fiction apparently requested so rarely that it wasn’t even dusted, when she felt his hands on her waist, holding her still. She stiffened, wondering just how, exactly, to handle the situation when it hit her. He would not demand that she disappoint the young man behind her, and if the decision was made with a slight bit of bias on her part, then so be it. “You’ve been teasing me,” the deep voice behind her whispered, and she pressed backward, ass rubbing over the thick length of his cock. Surprised at how much she wanted what she had in mind might happen, she turned slowly, looking up. He was in his early twenties if even that, profile strong and regal, skin the color of creamy milk chocolate. Running a hand down his belly to hook in the waistband of his jeans, she husked, “No, I haven’t. Teasing would imply that I’m not going to give you what you want.” His nostrils flared at her words, pupils dilating until his eyes were nothing but dark black pools. “So what’s that mean? You going to fuck me? Right here?” He said it as if it was a challenge, and she smiled a small, wicked little smile. “No,” she drawled, fingers tugging at his jeans, popping open the button. One arrogant brow arched, and he ran his hands up under her tank, large palms rubbing roughly against her bare breasts. “I thought you said you were going to give me what I wanted,” he shot back, fingers tracing down to pinch her nipples tightly, drawing a satisfied moan. Smirking slightly, she leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on his cheek. “You can’t fuck me. I wish you could, but right now, you just can’t. But, I really, really want to suck your cock. Will you let me?” At that, the man chuckled, hands quickly sliding out from under her tank to rest on her shoulders, pressing down. “Let you?” he echoed, amused. “Fuck yeah. Suck me off, baby.” Easing down to her knees, she slowly unzipped his pants, soft hands sneaking inside to pull his cock free, not quite able to wrap her fingers all the way around his shaft. When she saw him, she smiled, licking her lips in anticipation. Looking up at him, comforted by the cocky grin on his face, she said seriously, “It’s very important you cum in my mouth, okay. I’ve got other places to go tonight, and don’t need a mess.” Before he could answer, she’d wrapped her lips around his tip, one hand gripping the base of his shaft and the other braced on his thigh. Starting slowly, she began to suck, tongue flicking out to taste him, to trace his slit. He was warm, slightly salty, and almost too big for her mouth. Not that she was deterred. Instead, she worked to relax her jaw, taking him deeper and deeper with each bob of her head until she’d developed a steady rhythm, his cock sliding over her tongue to bump against the back of her throat. She continued on that way for so long that she began to wonder if he was going to cum at all. He tasted wonderful and she loved the feel of him in her mouth, but her jaw was beginning to ache and she was growing nervous, well aware that the more time she spent on her knees, the longer she was vulnerable to discovery. She didn’t say anything though, having determined that she was going to make him cum no matter what. It seemed as if he’d developed an easy rhythm of his own, bucking slightly as she moved down his shaft, hands soon coming to rest in her hair, guiding her. The sounds of her mouth slurping against him sounded insanely loud to her own ears, as did the harsh cadence of his breathing, but she didn’t pull away, didn’t do anything but increase the speed of her movements, head bobbing rapidly against him. By the time she felt him tighten, her jaw was so sore she felt tears pricking the corners of her eyes. The first jet of his cum splashed against the back of her throat, nearly gagging her, and she rushed to swallow as spurt after spurt filled her mouth, coating her tongue, until finally he eased, cock softening slightly. When he pulled free, he did so with a wet pop, and she flexed, tongue sneaking out to wipe her lips clean. “How much I owe you?” he asked without looking at her, tucking himself back into place and zipping up easily. She hesitated, uncertain, for a moment, what he was asking. “Owe me?” she asked, easing to her feet slowly. “Yeah,” he grunted, reaching for his wallet. “For the blowjob.” She blushed deeply when she realized he thought she was a whore, though on some level, the thought was nearly enough to make her cum. “You don’t owe me anything,” she said honestly, eyeing his wallet. “But, maybe you wouldn’t mind writing down your name and number. I’d love to feel that cock inside me one day.” Despite the fact that she didn’t think she could, she blushed even more deeply as soon as the words crossed her lips. She’d rarely said anything so, well, so… slutty. At least, not outside the confines of her bedroom. “Is that so,” the young man drawled, looking intensely pleased with himself. Then, the polite veneer he’d been sporting earlier dropped away, no doubt because he assumed he didn’t really have to worry about offending her. Or, at least that’s the way it seemed. “Cause I sure as hell wouldn’t mind fucking a bitch like you. Got some friends who wouldn’t mind, either. A cock-sucker like you could handle them, I’m sure.” As I entered my lover's office building I knew I was early. I would have to hide away in the shadows and hallways until her lunchtime. Her bosses knew her husband and why wouldn't they, 17 years at the same company, there is bound to be a few Christmas and birthday parties together. I walked around a bit trying not to look too suspicious, stopping to pick up a paper here and a coffee there, I was killing time. I walked by a toy store that was on the main floor and decided to go in and see if I could find the newest, coolest gizmos for my spoiled nephew. As I walked the aisles I came upon a bag of marbles. Nothing special just a bag of marbles. My mind drifted back to a time of innocence and purity. Marbles pick up sticks and an imagination was all we needed. Now a day T.V., Internet and video games rule the kids of our society. Just as I was getting deeper into my thoughts my cell phone rang. "Hello?" I answered "Hi baby it's me." She said "I've got a bunch of paperwork to do so I don't know if I'm going to make lunch," she told me. "Where are you?" She asked nervously Now I guess is as good a time as any to fill you in a bit. My lover is...my sub. We have had this arraignment for almost three years now. I come into town and meet up with her and we have a wonderful time together. Even if it is only for an hour or two at a time. We are both married and met through a mutual friend. My buddy needed a hand moving out of his house when his bitch of a wife threw him out. My Lover was there as moral support for the bitch. That being said, we sort of felt something between us. When I got a call on my cell two weeks later, I knew we would hook up. She's short, 5'2" which I like, has some meat on her bones and a couple of tattoos. Very large breasts, an ass to die for, brown hair (he he) and hazel eyes finish off the package. "I'm down stairs killing time" I answered, the annoyance in my voice present. "Oh baby I'm sorry, I know you went through a lot to get here but I don't know if I can get away" she said with a great deal of sorrow. "What if I make it up to you next time?" she pleaded Now, I hate to waste time. This was unacceptable to me. She knew that I was coming. "Ok what about a quick visit?" I mentioned. After all I was already there and I knew I could get her to cum in 4 minutes so I guessed I could still let her have some fun and her bosses wouldn't miss her. "Er, uh, okay give me ten minutes and meet me on the 17th floor." she stammered "17th floor?" I questioned "Just meet me there!" she almost shouted back. I think she realized what she had done. There was a long pause. The silence was deafening. "Baby, please" she whined. "Ok 10 minutes, on the 17th floor" I responded and the phone went dead. I was starting to leave when the sack of marbles caught my eye again. A smile, no smirk came across my face as I picked up the sack. Be curt with me will you, I'll fix that in.... 10 minutes. I paid for the marbles and left the store. I looked around to make sure that my lovers' husband was not in the area and make for the elevators. As the doors open I step inside, still smiling, a woman asks me what floor I want and I tell her 17. She says "Me too" and presses the button. We get off the elevator and I look around, my lover is nowhere to be seen. What I do see is the beautiful ass of my elevator companion walking away from me. As I scold myself for not paying more attention the elevator doors open and out pops my lover. My annoyance melts away when I see her; she looks wonderful, radiant with just the right amount of bad girl looks. White blouse with a few buttons undone to show off some cleavage, Black skirt hemmed 3" above the knee and 4" heels. "Hello sir, could you please follow me." she says all official sounding. I decided to play along. As we walked down the hall I could feel my cock stirring, her wonderful ass swaying as she walked in front of me. What I had planned for my lover was about to come true. We stopped in front of a door and she said, loud enough for all to hear, "I think this office might suit your needs Mr. Morgan" She unlocked the door and we went inside. The office was bare, obviously vacant, perfect I thought. The next thing I knew my lover was wrapping her arms around me and kissing me passionately on the lips. I pushed her away. "Do you know what I had to do to get here today?" I bellowed She shook her head no. "Do you want me to tell you?" I asked "M..M..Master I am sorry" She stammered "I wish to please you not upset you" "Good girl" was all I said to her I could see her impatience. "Now kneel," I tell her as I point to the floor. She and I both knew she had about 15 minutes before her bosses would miss her but she knelt in front of me anyway. There were a couple of old desks and chairs that the previous tenant had left, an old water cooler that hadn't been picked up yet and a whole bunch of mail that needed to be forwarded. Other than that not much was in the space. I looked down at my pet and see she is worried. "Well, I guess we don't have much time today do we pet?" I tell her. "No we don't master," she says "Too bad" I chuckle "Please let me take care of you." She begs "I will make it up to you I promise" I lean against one of the desks and look down at her. Her chest heaving, her forehead sweating and her eyes wanting. I could not hold off any more. I slipped up onto the desk and sat on the edge. "Have you been a bad girl?" I question her. Immediately her eyes light up and her demeanor changes. "Yes Master I have been a bad girl!" she happily states, "I need to be punished" "Slip your panties off, pull your skirt up and lay over my lap," I commanded. Her actions were swift and purposeful, she wanted to please me. She knew she had already failed me and she was trying to make sure she didn't do it again. Her ass was beautiful. Her tan lines were starting to fade which made it look even more voluptuous, each globe was perfect. "Are you ready?" I ask "Yes." is her answer The first blow hit her ass cheek and made her jump. The second landed on the opposite cheek, she jumped again but not as high. The sound of my hand hitting her flesh made me hard. I could feel the heat rising from her exposed ass as I rained down blow after blow. Her scent filled the room and I could feel her trying to find something hard to grind her pelvis into. "Are you close?" I yell "Yes Master" she stutters. I reach for and open my newly purchased bags of marbles, still slapping her wonderful ass with my other hand. "Do you want to cum?" I sarcastically ask "Y..Yes Master I do" she manages to say "If that's what you want then start playing with that pussy of yours," I tell her I see both hands disappear into her pelvic region. I stop slapping her red ass and spread her cheeks with two fingers. All she can do is moan when I slide a finger into her tight asshole. I pull my finger out of her asshole and start to insert marbles. She didn't realize until the second marble was shoved into her ass that something was going on. I guess her impending orgasm and my attack on her buttocks was causing her too much pleasure. She looked back at me and I just smiled. I continued to push marble after marble into her rear. The orgasm she had was huge, even I could tell. She lay across my lap, spent. I could feel her heart pounding as she got up off my lap. The realization of what I had done to her made her worry. "What should I do now Master?" she asked. A client of my wife's had given her gift certificates to a massage parlor as present during the holiday season. Neither of us had ever been to get a massage but we figured with the stress of work and everything else it would be relaxing. We called and scheduled appointments for the upcoming weekend around 3 pm when we would both be off of work. I had always been curious when it came to massages; I read many stories people had written about receiving happy endings during a massage. Overall it seemed very erotic to have someone's hands rubbing all over your body. As the week went on I found myself thinking more and more about it. I was even masturbating with thoughts of what might happen when we went there. I kept wondering to myself if they had you fully undress or did you keep some item of clothing on during the massage. I had heard that most places even if you were fully undressed they had you lie down and cover your body with a sheet. I wondered if I would get aroused during the massage and have my hard cock exposed to whomever was massaging me. I kept wondering what would happen if the masseuse noticed I was hard would she be professional and just pretend she didn't notice or would she wrap her hand around my hard cock. I wasn't even sure if my wife and I were getting massaged in the same room since my wife had called to schedule the appointment. When Saturday rolled around I could barely contain my excitement in anticipation of what might happen. After my usual morning shower I went down to the kitchen to join my wife for breakfast. We talked a little while I cooked us some eggs with toast. Soon enough or conversation turned to the topic of our massages and what to expect. She told me on of the girls at her work had asked her if she was concerned about me being touched by another women. She told me she wasn't worried because the place we were going to was professional. It wasn't like one of those typical shady massage places with neon signs in the window. I laughed when she said this but in the back of my mind I was hoping that maybe she was wrong. As I looked at my wife I noticed she looked especially sexy this morning in her little silk nightgown. The material clung close to her body and showed off her curves very nicely. I loved staring at her ass because the material always lay so close against it that it sometimes even pushed in between her cheeks. I watched as she bent over the kitchen sink and began rinsing off our breakfast dishes. I began to get hard looking as the soft curves of her ass through the material, I guess after a few minutes she noticed me staring because she turned her head around to look at me. I followed her eyes as they gazed directly down at my now tenting pajama pants. As I watched she reached forward and turned the water off, then my eyes followed her hands as they made there way to the bottom of her nightgown. She slowed the lifted the material over ass cheeks letting it slide up to the small of her back. By this time my hand had moved down to my pajama pants and I was stroking my hard cock. I saw one of her hands let go of her nightgown and slide in between her body and the counter. I slowly pulled down my pants down letting my spring out as the waistband of my pants slid down my thighs. My wife began masturbating while looking back at me stroking my cock slowly getting harder and harder. She gave me a little smile then pushed her ass slightly back towards me inviting me to come join her. I kicked my pajama pants to the side as they had falling down to my feet at that point. I walked over to her with my hand still wrapped around my cock and I began kissing the back of her neck. She turned her head slightly more towards me and our mouths met in a deep kiss our tongues rolling over each other's. I let go of my cock as I kissed her my hands found their way to her hips. Her right hand was rubbing her clit while her left hand pressed against the countertop helping to give her balance. My cock pressed in between her soft ass cheeks as we continued kissing. I felt her hips moving causing my cock to slide up and down the crack of her ass. My cock was swelling to its fully potential as I felt it brush against her puckered little asshole. I almost came as my cock started to press against her asshole and slide its way in. Then I felt her fingers come from between her legs and reach up for my cock then they slowly started to wrap around it. Her fingers were warm and wet with the juices from her pussy. She slid her fingers up and down making cock slick with her wetness. Then she started to guide my cock back up until the head was pressed firmly against her asshole. I felt her hips push back as my cock started to ease its way into her tight little back door. I pushed my hips forward feeling her tight little asshole slide up the length of my cock as it started to swell getting even harder. When I had finally pushed in all the way her little ass cheeks were resting against my lap with my hard cock buried deep inside her ass. She kissed me deep letting her tongue wrap around mine as I heard her moan slightly into my mouth. I felt her tight little ass slowly begin to slide up the length of my cock and when she got to the top she pushed back down just as slow until I was all the way inside of her again. She pushed her tight ass up and down my cock as we kissed I felt her ass cheeks pushing against my lap. I loved the feeling of her tight little asshole and fucking her in our kitchen with her pressed against the counter was making me closer to cumming. She was had quickened her pace as she fucked my cock in and out of her ass. After a few minutes she pushed all the way down and I felt her ass cheeks pressing against me. Then her I felt her asshole start to quickly squeeze my hard cock and I knew she had started to cum. The feeling of her ass milking my cock as she started to cum was too much for me and soon enough I started pumping my warm cum into her tight asshole. As her orgasm started to die down she had moved forward a little and I could feel my warm cum sliding out of her asshole down the length of my cock. She parted her lips from mine and looked down between the both of us watching as my cum covered cock slid out of her ass. After we both caught our breath we made our way up stairs and got into the shower. When we were all dried off changed into our clothes for the day I grabbed my wife and started to give her a long kiss. As we parted she looked into my eyes and smiling she said "I guess you enjoyed fucking me in the kitchen". I then felt her hand make its way down to my cock, which was slowly starting to get hard again. She told me she was hoping I wouldn't be as horny after having sex in the morning. I asked her what she meant and she told me she didn't want me to get aroused while I was getting massaged. I laughed as I told her that would never happen, although in the back of my head I was thinking it might because I was really hard again already. My wife told me that when I got massaged she wanted me to keep my underwear on even if there was a sheet to cover me. I agreed although I didn't know whether I would actually keep that promise or not. About a half hour later we climbed into the car and were on our way to the massage parlor. I was located only a few miles from our home on a little quiet residential street. As we parked out front I looked at the sign then at the front of the building. I looked like an old Victorian house from the outside and had a nice wrap around porch. We got out of the car and walked up the wooden front steps to the front door. I turned the knob as we walked into a makeshift lobby entrance. I noticed there was a desk to the left of us and a bench straight ahead sitting against the wall. A young girl got up from behind the desk to greet us shaking both of our hands while motioning for us to take a seat on the bench. She told us her named was Sarah. She was about 25 years old with an athletic build and nice tits that were clearly visible through her light blue spaghetti strap tank top. She also had on black cotton work out pants that were tight to her body and showed off her ass very nicely. I tried not to stare as she leaned forward handing us both a clipboard with a form attached. The form was pretty standard it included filling out information about yourself along with what areas you wanted to have worked on. My lower back had been bothering me so I decided to site that as the main area of focus I wanted to be worked on. When my wife and I finished filling out the forms we handed them to the girl who took them then started to walk away saying she would be back shortly. There was a small hallway near the desk that she had walked down and as we sat waiting I could here her talking to another girl. A few minutes later Sarah returned with another girl standing next to her. The other girls name was Rebecca; she was about the same age and body type but had brunette hair instead of blonde. After a few minutes I learned that my wife would be massaged by Rebecca, while I was to go with the Sarah. We were both led down the hallway my wife and Rebecca went into the first door while Sarah and myself went into the second. When we entered the room I looked around and took note of everything in it. Near the door was a cd player on a shelf and next to that was a long dresser with various massage oils and candles on it. Also in the middle of the room was a long padded massage table with a towel lying in the middle of it. Sarah explained that she was going to light some candles and put on some music then exit the room while I got ready. She told me I was to remove all my clothing and lay face down on the massage table with the towel covering from my lower back to my feet. I wasn't really sure if I had heard her right when she said remove my clothing so I decided to ask if she meant for me to get completely naked. She told me it was best if I didn't having anything clothing on at all so that no material would be in the way while she massaged me. This seemed to make sense so as she left the room I began removing my clothing and setting it on the floor near the table. As I climbed onto the table I noticed that I was semi hard and was thank full that she told me lay on my stomach. I pulled the towel over my lower half and then lay waiting a few minutes before I heard the sound of her footsteps coming towards the door. She slowly opened it stepping inside making sure to close it quietly behind her. She walked over to the cd player and pushed play while making her way over to the massage oils. She told me to put my head down in the headrest at the end of the table and she would soon get started. At first my eyes were open looking down at floor, I watched as her feet were now standing in front of me. She started by rubbing my neck and shoulders then slowly worked her way down my back. Her fingers smoothly slid across my skin pushing deeply into my muscles. I was beginning to become more relaxed and had closed my eyes by the time she reached my lower back. When she could no longer reach from where she was standing at the head of the table she placed a finger on my right side and started to walk around the table. I found out later it is custom practice during a massage to always have contact with your client even if it is only with one finger. When she reached my right side she started to massage my lower back again. I noticed at this point she was about three inches away from where the towel began. As she massaged lower I started to feel the tips of her fingers slid under the towel slightly. I didn't really think anything of it at first until she started to push lower moving the towel with her. Her fingertips were now massaging where my lower back and the tops of my ass cheeks met. I could feel her fingertips starting to press into my soft ass cheeks and it was starting to turn me on a little. This continued for a few minutes until her hand slipped back out from under the sheet returning to my lower back. Eventually she told me she was going to move down to my legs. As she moved down the massage table I felt her fingers grab the bottom of the towel where it was covering my feet. She slowly started to drag it up exposing my legs and the bottom half of my ass cheeks. She folded the towel on my ass then moved down to my foot and began massaging it. She worked up my right leg to the bottom of my ass then something strange happened. Her hand accidentally brushed my balls as she started to massage my inner thigh, before working back down to my foot. After a few minutes on my foot she switched to the other side. She once again worked her way up and again I felt a very brief light touch to the balls, this time it caused a tingling feeling in my dick. I wondered if this was this accidental. After a minute she headed back down to my foot. She finished my foot then I he felt her hands tracing the muscles in both of my legs up to the bottom of my ass. This time was different though because her hands went much further up and even under the towel. She trailed her fingers up the crack of my ass and gently brushed my asshole with one as they passed. I jumped a bit from the unexpected contact. I enjoyed having my asshole rubbed, it is a very sensitive place, and occasionally during sex my wife would even slip a finger in, something that always made me cum hard. Sarah's hands continued to slide up my back all the way to my shoulders as she started to deeply rub them again. She continued to rub working her way back down to my lower back. It had not occurred to me at the time but she never pulled the towel back down over my legs so a majority of my ass was still exposed. She worked her way back down to the tops of my ass cheeks and began to massage them once again letting her fingertips slid far under the towel. I felt the towel being pushed even further down then before as her fingers and hands now firmly grasped both of my ass cheeks. As she was massaging she began to slowly pull them apart and I could feel my asshole being exposed. Her fingers started to work their way closer to the crack of my ass and even closer to my asshole. When her fingers finally reached my asshole she started to lightly rub. As she was rubbing my puckered asshole I felt myself let out a moan. The room seemed to fall more silent and I felt Sarah stop moving her hands for a few seconds. Then her finger pressed harder against my asshole and started to even push in a little. I felt myself starting to get hard as she was playing with my tight little asshole. I was even starting to push back against her finger causing it to push in a little deeper. Then she seemed to pause for a few seconds and she leaned her head down near my ear and asked. "Do you like that?" as she ran a finger around the rim of my ass. I replied with a little moan saying "umm hmm" "Would you like me to keep rubbing here for a while?" She asked, teasing my asshole a little with her finger. I didn't really say anything but just kind of moaned again, I think that's all the encouragement she need. I felt her finger press against my exposed asshole and I pushed back against it a little bit. She then pushed her finger in slowly starting to slide it into my tight ass until it was almost all the way in. As her finger slid deeply into me I felt her other hand start to slide under me and I lifted off the table a little to allow it better access. Her hand wrapped around my hard cock and slowly started to stroke as her finger was now buried in my asshole. She started to jerk me off while finger my asshole making my cock harder with every stroke. So there I was with my ass lifted off the table, pushing myself against Sarah's finger as it fucked my ass. Then I heard my wife start to speak from the room next to me. "Sweetie how are you doing over there?" I froze with my ass in the air Sarah's finger deep inside of me and her hand wrapped around my hard cock. Then I hear Sarah speak. "He is doing fine I think I put him to sleep" My wife seemed satisfied with this answer because I just heard her say oh then she was silent again. At this point I was really hard thinking about the fact that I was on my knees with Sarah finger fucking my tight asshole while she jerked me off. All the while my wife was in the next room over with no idea what was going on. Sarah increased her pace and started fucking my ass with her finger while she started jerking me off faster. After a few more minutes I could feel my cock getting ready to cum. On all fours on the massage table with Sarah's finger deep in my asshole my cock started to pulsate in her hand. Then I felt my warm cum start to spray all over the massage table and my asshole was squeezing Sarah's finger. After my orgasm was done I felt her finger slip out and her hand let go of my cock. I stayed kneeling on the table as she walked over and grabbed a towel she reached under me and wiped my cum off the table. Then she moved to the put the towel in a pile by the door as I lay back down on the table. She told me I could take my time getting dressed and come out when I was done. After she left the room I just lay there for a few minutes thinking about what had just happened. I climbed off the table and put my clothes back on then started to walk out of the room. When I made it back to the lobby desk my wife was already there and she greeted me with a kiss as I sat down. She asked me how it was and we chatted with the girls for a bit before leaving. I never mentioned what happened to my wife but I would love to go back sometime. "Do they feel good Pet?" I said "Yes" she said with a smile "Then I suggest you enjoy them and don't let your husband or boss fuck you in the ass today." I told her. "Next time you will have time for me" "I'm sorry master" she quivered "No baby, don't worry...this time" I answered. As she got dressed I wondered what it would feel like to have 15 marbles stuffed in your ass. "How does it feel?" I asked her "Filling master...filling" was her answer Swallowing nervously, feeling her pupils dilate with arousal at the mere thought, she licked her lips unconsciously, surprised to still taste him there. “Just how many friends?” she rasped, shifting slightly to rub her thighs together… anything to ease the ache that had sprung up between her legs. With a leer, he looked her up and down, eyes linger for a long while on her breasts. “I’m a pretty popular guy,” he replied, voice almost a sneer. “Probably more friends than you could count. But, I doubt they’re more than your pussy can handle.” As she thought about it, imagining a line of sturdy young men just like the one standing in front of her, her eyes landed on the clock on the wall and she gasped, surprised to realize that she’d exceeded the thirty minutes she was supposed to have allotted for this particular adventure. Grabbing a book at random, she tilted her head toward the counter. “Come on, I’ve got to go, but we can find you a piece of paper and a pencil, and you can write that number down for me,” she said enticingly, smiling slyly. Grinning widely as he followed, she made her way up to the counter, digging out her county-wide library card. Trying in vain to ignore the old woman’s disapproving look, she slid the book onto the counter, laying her card out beside it. The woman took it gingerly, swiping it as if it were infectious, throwing it back down onto the counter immediately. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she felt someone behind her, a large hand palming her ass, but then realized it was the boy and she smiled and blushed, watching the old woman’s eyes look down to where he was fondling her openly, a severe frown on her face.

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