les histoires de chrislebo

***LATER AT HOME***

I was in a state of utter confusion. Why would she do this? What if dad found out? Should I try and talk to her? I loved my family too much for something like this to tear us apart. As I was sitting in my room trying to process this whole situation, I heard the garage door open. At this early in the afternoon, and given the days events, I figured it had to be my mom who came home early. Without thinking, I ran down the stairs to go see her.

"Hi mom," I said as casually as I could from the bottom of the staircase.

"Hey sweetie, I wasn't expecting to see you here at this time. Don't you have class at this hour?" she replied as she walked towards the kitchen. I noticed she was still walking as if she were in pain.

"I don't have afternoon class on Tuesdays and Thursdays in the afternoon. So why are you home so early? " I asked, already knowing the answer.

She looked stumped for a moment, "I've got a bad case of cramps, must have been something I ate. My boss noticed I wasn't looking so good and let me take the rest of the day off."

"Oh, well I hope you feel better. And I stopped by your work before lunch time to bring you something nice to eat, but you weren't there," I replied.

She then turned around and opened the refrigerator to pour herself a glass of juice, "Well thanks, and sorry I missed you. I went out to eat with a couple of friends from work. It was just us ladies, you know, for ******* Day. But I really do appreciate the gesture."

As far as I knew, this was the first time my ****** had ever lied to me about anything. She had always preached honesty and morality all her life, and here she was lying about an affair.

She quickly finished her ***** and headed towards the stairs where I was standing and playfully pinched me on the cheek, "It was awful nice of you to do that for me. It's always a good feeling to be appreciated around here. Anyways, I need a shower and a quick nap. I'll see you before dinner time," she said as she walked up the stairs to her room.

Seeing her up close like that got me worked up again. Her usually neat hair was messed up from laying face down on the bed and getting pounded so hard. Her eyes looked like she had done a bit of crying as her mascara was a little smeared. She looked like she had been sweating as if she had just come from the gym. But what I found most arousing was that she had a faint smell of cum on her body as she walked by me. Her new black lover must have really filled her up with his sperm for her to still have that odor. And judging by his size and how much tissue she needed to wipe herself with, I'm sure there's still plenty of cum inside her.

***GIVING IN TO MY NEW FEELINGS***

I went back to my room and closed the door. At this point, I was extremely aroused and was hard as a rock thinking about what had just happened and what I saw earlier today. Could I really do it? Could I really pleasure myself thinking about my own ******? A part of me wanted to just take a cold shower and pretend this whole thing never happened. The other part of me said 'to hell with taboo', and start taking care of my now urgent sexual needs.

That's when I did it; I laid on my bed and pulled my cock out and started masturbating thinking about my mom. I thought about what a cheating whore she was going to a motel and letting her black boss use her as his sex object. I thought about the size of that guys cock and how much it had to struggle to fit inside her tiny pussy and fuck her insides. I thought about how her face looked when he was screwing her. Two hours ago, the look of pain she had on her face as she clenched her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut from being fucked was something that was difficult for me to watch; now it was something that drove me wild.

I heard the shower start to run in her bathroom and I began to fantasize about her body for the first time in my entire life. The image of his cum running through her dark pubic hair and down her thick legs and into the drain also fueled my raging hard on. She must still be aching down there by the way she was still walking in pain after having been with him.

I was close to cumming. What sent me over the edge to a massive orgasm was thinking about her being bent over the bed while her boss impaled her with his giant black cock causing her to cry in pain.

***

I laid there in bed for a few minutes with cum all over my stomach thinking about what I had just done. For the first time in my life, I had fantasized thinking about my very own ******; the woman who raised me and gave birth to me, the woman who I loved more than any other woman in the world. A sense of shame came over me as I realized what I just thought about. But I knew this wouldn't be the end of it. What I saw today was just too erotic to stop fantasizing about.

But at the same time, for the sake of our family, I had to make sure that this affair ended. I decided to go see her boss as soon as I could and convince him to end it since I didn't have the heart to talk to my ****** about this. I knew where his office was since mom introduced me and dad to him during a tour she gave us of her work place. I spent the rest of that day figuring out how to approach him about the whole ordeal and how to tell him to strop screwing my mom. But in the mean time, before I went to bed that night, I couldn't resist jerking off thinking about her one more time.

***THE NEXT MORNING***

I woke up the next morning to find that my mom was staying home for the day. She said she was still feeling a little sick from yesterday and needed the extra rest. I noticed as well that she still looked like she was hurting down there when she walked. 'Perfect,' I thought to myself. It was the perfect opportunity to go see her boss and find out what was behind this whole thing and end it. So instead of going to class, I headed straight to her work.

I wasn't hard to find his office once I got there. And the closer I got to his office, the more nervous I became. I had no idea how any of this was going to play out, and that was the scariest part. But I had to do it, for the sake of our family.

***HIS OFFICE***

He let me in as soon as I knocked on the door.

"Hey there, I remember you," he said in a friendly manner as he shook my hand. "So what brings you here today?"

"Thanks for your time. I'll get straight to the point, I'm here about my mom," I replied.

"Oh, that's right, she called in sick today. I hope she's doing okay".

I cleared my throat and took a deep breath before saying what I needed to say. "It's not that, well it sort of is. Look, what I mean to say is, I saw you and my mom at the motel yesterday, and I'm here to ask you to stop."

I at least expected him to look surprised, but he stood there with a straight face and stayed silent for a moment. "Why should I?" he asked.

His response and cold demeanor caught me off guard. "Because she's my ******, and she's married. If my ****** ever found out about this, our family would be over."

"Well he won't find out," he replied. "Trust me, we're both very careful. No one knows about this, well, except for you now."

"Fine, I'll go to your superiors and tell them. And judging by those family pictures over there, I'm sure your wife would love to hear about this as well."

"I highly doubt the people who run this company will believe you since your mom will just say whatever I want her to say. And she's really in no position to say otherwise to our private little meetings. She doesn't want to either. Let's just say we have an agreement about this. You'll just be embarrassing yourself and your ******."

The bastard was right, I had no real way of stopping him outside of telling my ******, and I didn't want to ruin our relationship by bringing that up. "What agreement are you talking about?" I asked him.

"You see, upper management has ordered lay offs. And since your ****** has been here for nearly 15 years, she gets paid a generous salary making her high on the list of people I need to get rid off since we can just get someone younger to do the same job...."

"So you're making her have sex with you in exchange for her job?" I asked, cutting him off.

"Call it what you want, but it's not that simple in my view," he relied. "She saw the writings on the wall and she knew what was coming. So she came to my office crying about how she really loves this job and is saving up for retirement and this and that. I mean she really started sobbing. She went on about how she wouldn't be able to find another job because of her age, and well; you get the idea of what happened next..."

At this point I found myself transfixed on his every word. I was no longer angry, but curious. It was obvious what he had implied happened, but I needed details for my own personal reasons.

"Tell me what happened," I asked him immediately.

"Well if you really want to know, I came over to console her, right where we're standing now, and she started kissing me and rubbing my pants. She asked me if this would help with her job, I told her it might, so she got on her knees, unzipped my pants and started sucking me off like the good little whore she is."

Hearing him describe that moment the way that he did sent a small shiver through my body. I suddenly felt the same rare emotion of utter disgust mixed with a strong sense of sexual arousal that I had experienced yesterday watching them at the motel.

"So why are you still seeing her?" I asked, continuing our conversation.

"Because we agreed that she would take care of me a while longer so that I wouldn't lay her off. Twenty more times is the number I gave her, and she thought it was fair. And if she didn't, and wanted to go crying to anyone about it to anyone, I'd make sure her husband finds out about that little blowjob she gave me. If not that and it goes to our superiors, then it's her word versus mine, and I'm a much better liar than she is- and she knows it."

A wave of emotions came over me hearing this. I just couldn't believe my mom would ever stoop this low. And even worse, I couldn't believe she was being blackmailed by this guy for sex. And it looked like they weren't about to end it anytime soon since her job was on the line.

I found myself still being curious about all of this and feeling the same intensely erotic feelings I had felt yesterday.

"So how many times...you know?" I asked

"That afternoon in the motel was the first time. So we'll definitely be seeing more of each other. But don't worry, she's in good hands," he said with a smirk at the end.

"And what about protection? I can't imagine someone like my ****** taking such risks."

"Well, well, well..." he said. "You peeped inside didn't you? You wouldn't have known that we didn't use a condom otherwise. And if you must know, her tubes are tied, have been for years, and she made sure we both got tested beforehand."

"I was just checking up on her, making sure you weren't hurting her..." he cut me off before I could finish that thought.

I took my time heading home that afternoon as I was still trying to process everything; what I had just witnessed, what I had just taken part in, and the feeling of guilt. But no matter how guilty I felt for participating in the sexual blackmailing of my ******, I knew it wouldn't be the end of it for me. The feeling was almost unbearable. Watching their affair up close and seeing them having sex together gave me a thrill the likes of which I had never experienced before. It was a feeling of sexual excitement which I never knew existed.

Mom was home when I arrived. I didn't see her, but as I went upstairs, she yelled a quick hello from her bedroom as she was about to shower, just to let me know she was there.

I closed the door in my room and laid on my bed. I couldn't stop thinking about what I had just watched an hour ago. I thought of my sweet and caring ****** being sexually ravaged by her black boss. I took her panties out of my pocket and started examining them for the first time. I smelled them, taking in its musty odor. It was obvious that she was sexually aroused while heading over to the hotel.

That's when I felt my penis growing again, took it out, and starting masturbating for the second time that afternoon while holding her undergarment and thinking about her. For the next few minutes, I kept stroking myself remembering how she sucked that giant cock and got fucked by it. As I was still masturbating, I held her panties to my face where I continued smelling it and rubbing the insides against my face and lips. I then brought it down and began rubbing her soft panties against the head of my penis, imagining how her thick pubic hairs and labia were pressing against it for the entire morning. I finally came inside her panties thinking about my own mom, but for the first time, the guilt was no longer there.

***EVERYTHING IS REVEALED***

Suddenly, the door bell rang.

"Sweetie! Can you go get that for me! I'm expecting a package!" My mom yelled from her room, after having just gotten out of the shower.

I quickly shoved her now cum filled panties underneath my pillow before running to go get the door. Mom was right, it was her package.

"You're right, it was the clothes you ordered!" I said loudly so she could hear me.

I then headed back up the stares towards her room. Only she wasn't in her room, she was in my room, sitting on my bed. She was wearing nothing but a white bath robe and was holding the panties I had carelessly shoved under my pillow. She didn't look at me as I stood in there in horror, instead, she kept her eyes down at the panties in her hands with her lips quivering as if she were about to cry. It felt like an eternity before one of us finally spoke.

"You never were very good at hiding your things," she said with her voice trembling.

"Mom...I'm so sorry..."

"Where did you get this?...Where!?" she yelled after I didn't immediately respond.

"Okay...I'll start from the beginning," I said in a disarming tone, walking slowly towards her and sitting next to her on my bed. "It was when I went to go bring you lunch the other day, I saw you leaving the office with him. It just didn't feel right, so I followed both of you and saw that you went to a motel and saw what you did inside. Deep down, I couldn't allow it to continue for the sake of our family, and I couldn't speak to you about it either. So I went to go talk to him in his office when you stayed home the next day. He told me about your job, and what you did for him so he wouldn't lay you off, and what you had to keep doing for him. We talked for a while and made an arrangement where I had to hide in the closet earlier today at the hotel and watch the whole thing so he would agree to see you fewer times. I'm sorry for doing this."

"What...How?...You watched us!?!" she yelled, doing her best to fight back her tears. "Why the hell would watch us!?! I'm your ******! Oh god, I feel like I want to throw up right now. And this doesn't explain why there's sperm in my panties?"

She had me stumped, and she knew it looking right in my eyes.

All I could muster was a simple, "I'm sorry."

"You're sorry? That's it?! I know you well enough to know when you aren't giving me the whole story mister. So you're telling me that he just invited you there, and now there's cum on my panties laying underneath your pillow? There has to be more to this."

"I...I was aroused by what I saw the first time. I couldn't stop thinking about it. There, I said it."

A sudden look of guilt came over her, and she no longer looked mad, "Aroused by what you saw? Now there's a phrase I never thought I'd hear my own *** say about me. How could this have happened?"

"I don't know, it just did. I've always had a thing for older women...and, well...interracial sex has always made me curious. So...it just happened."

"You really enjoyed watching this whole thing didn't you? Much more than you're willing to admit. That's probably why he invited you in the first place. And by the looks of my panties, you've pleasured yourself in them not too long ago," she said, figuring everything out.

I didn't reply and all I could do was to hold my head down in shame.

She reached over and held my hand and said, "I'm sorry about all of this. I really am. I never should have cheated on your ****** to try and save my job. You know I would NEVER want to hurt you guys and that I love you and your ****** more than anything else in this world. But at the time, I thought I did what I had to do; what was best for our family with this economy and all. But you should have come to me first rather than to him. Now I want you to swear to me that you'll no longer stay in contact with him, and that you will never spy on us in any way."

"I swear mom, I won't do it again," I assured her. "But I take it this means you'll still be seeing him after the way he treated you today..."

"Honey, I have to. I know it's a horrible situation for me and our family, but my career is at stake here. And he's already told me what he would do if I tried to back out or tell anyone. Neither of those options are risks I'm willing to take."

"I understand," I told her. "And...I don't know any other way to say this...but do you really think you'll be able to stop seeing him once this is over if you keep this up? I know it's a terrible thing to ask, but seeing the way you two kissed and talked to each other really got me wondering if you have feelings for him or not."

"Fair enough, since we're being completely honest with each other and it's regarding our family," she said, looking completely caught off guard from my question. "Truthfully, I had always considered him a good friend after all these years, before this happened. But now it seems like he's a completely different per*** with sex involved. He really has turned out to be a complete asshole. I really had no intention of this going any further than...you know...that time in his office which I'd rather not repeat. So no, I don't have any feelings for him and want nothing to do with him after this is over."

"And I'm sure his size has a lot to do with you not wanting to see him anymore right? Or was that the most enjoyable part for you?" I blurted out, before realizing how tasteless what I had just said to her was.

She raised her eyebrow and had half a smile on her face like she couldn't believe what I had just said, "Don't get cute with me young man. Just promise me again you won't tell a soul about any of this. You know our family would be ruined if word got out."

"I promise... but only if you tell me what it was like taking those 10 inches inside of you," I said with a playful smile as the mood of our conversation started to change.

"HA!" she laughed. "10 inches? Oh gosh, is that how big he is down there? I never bothered to ask. I just figured hearing its exact size would make me even more scared of it. But if you really want to know, every second he was in me hurt like hell."

"Is that all you're going to say about it? After all I've seen and this big secret I'm keeping for you? Come on mom, you can do better than that," I teased in a suggestive tone.

She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes at me, "Well, if you must know, it was excruciating-every second of it. I even felt him inside my stomach. And it doesn't exactly help that the guy who's using it on you only care's about his pleasure and not whether he's hurting you or not. But at the same time, I'll admit that it's also the rea*** I came so hard. I've never experienced anything close to that in my life...not that it's any of your business."

I took a deep breath after what I heard my own ****** just say, and was suddenly becoming aroused again, "You felt that thing in your stomach? Jeez... I didn't even realize that was possible."

She then opened the lower part of her both robe and spread her legs open in my direction, revealing her hairy vagina with its gaping hole to me. Her vaginal opening was still clearly recovering from the hard fucking it had received earlier. Her dark labia was long and looked like it was hanging down around a hole which normally should have been closed.

"Do you believe me now?" she asked, as I was at a complete loss for words. "You know, normally you shouldn't be able to see an opening this big from a woman's vagina- not even close. He really did a number on me. I cried a lot after the first time we had sex thinking it would never go back to its regular size, and that your ****** would find out because of it. But it will, in another day it will go back to it's normal size. But it's still pretty sore as we speak."

Without thinking, I reached over and put my hand on top of her vagina, feeling her pubic hairs across my hand- to which she abruptly slapped my hand and closed her robe.

"No touching," she said. "You've already seen more than any *** ever should of his own ******."

I then got on my knees right between her legs and started rubbing her bare thighs with my hands, opening her bath robe again in the process.

"What do you think you're doing?" she asked in a concerned tone.

"Remember when I was young; whenever I would get a bruise you would always kiss it for me to make it feel better? Well now I want to return the favor."

With that, I used my hands to part her legs further, revealing her vagina directly in front of my face. I started planting kisses around her crotch and then on her large clitoris, feeling her thick pubic hair on my lips. I took a good look at it for a moment- her vagina was beautiful. It had long brown lips but was bright pink on the inside and it was still very wet. I was even able to see deep inside of her body courtesy of her boss.

That's when I did it; I stuck my tongue inside of her. I felt the wetness and soft flesh of her vagina all across my tongue. Her wetness was seeping inside of my mouth as I began to suck on her vagina, feeling the thick size of her labia and clitoris across my lips. I heard her beginning to moan, and the harder she moaned, the harder I sucked and swirled my tongue around inside of her.

This must have gone on for a good 10 minutes as I became fully erect again. Feeling her hands rub across my hair and feeling her body squirm only added to my wanting to please her. Never in my life would I have imagined that most aroused I would ever become while performing oral sex on a woman would be with my own ****** of all people. I loved it. And I loved that she loved it. I felt her legs begin to tense up as she threw her back onto my bed and squeezed my blanket tightly- she was cumming.

A sudden rush of liquid from her vagina flowed into my mouth as she began to scream loudly. It was the same scream she wanted to let out at the hotel not long ago, but couldn't out of fear of others hearing. But in this house, it was just the two of us. I looked up at her to see her laying there in bliss. Her robe was almost completely open and I had a clear view of her right breast with its large brown nipple pointing up in the air. She suddenly sat up and closed the top of her robe. She looked confused as she sat there quietly, while I waited for her to say something.

"I need to go now," she said with a bewildered look on her face as she couldn't believe what had just happened between her and her ***.

I took my hands off her legs as she stood up and closed her robe completely before leaving my room and heading back to hers. I then did the only thing I could do at this point- masturbate.

***THAT NIGHT IN MY ROOM***

Our family had dinner that night as if nothing had ever happened between us. I had assumed there would be a lot of tension or awkwardness between me and my mom, but there wasn't. We both avoided eye contact for a while, but beyond that, there was nothing out of the ordinary.

I cleaned the dishes afterwards before heading back to my room to use the internet, while my parents watched tv in the living room as usual.

Suddenly, I heard a knock on my door. It was my ****** asking if she could come in.

"Hi," she said, sitting on my bed in the same spot as this afternoon. "I wanted to talk about what happened earlier. Look, I know we both enjoyed it, but it doesn't change the fact that it was wrong and that we should never do anything like that again. I know it's been an...interesting...day for the both of us, but on top of everything we've already talked about, I want you to make another promise to me- promise me that something like that would ever happen again between us. I need to hear you say it."

"Mom, I...I can't. I can't stop thinking about you since I saw you with him at the motel. And what we shared earlier today was something special. I've already kept my promise and emailed your boss telling him that I won't be watching anymore. So please, at least let us keep what we had earlier, just until you're done seeing him."

I reached out and held her hand.

"I can't believe I'm hearing this. My own ***," she said, holding my hand in return.

"You've already said you enjoyed it. Please mom, I won't tell anyone. Just until you're done seeing him, I'm already doing you a big favor by keeping this from dad."

She stood up with a hurt look on her face and prepared to walk out of the door. Without thinking, I got up wrapped my arms around her to stop her from leaving. I planted kisses all over face as she tried as hard as she could to push me off.

"What are you doing? Let go," she said, wanting to yell, but couldn't knowing that her husband would hear if she did.

I moved my kisses towards her lips. I felt her mouth open and that's when I immediately slipped my tongue inside her mouth the exact same way I stuck it in her vagina earlier. Her mouth felt as soft and as warm as her vagina did, but what made this so different was feeling her hard tongue flicker across mine for a brief moment.

She suddenly broke off the kiss and looked at me with her eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

"We'll continue this talk another time..." she said in a serious tone as she walked out of my room.

***A WEEK LATER***

A week had past before anything new had happened. It seemed like we were both too afraid of bringing any of this up. She was afraid I might make another move, and I was afraid of ruining our relationship despite everything we had already done and told each other. I kept my promise of not contacting her boss again, though he emailed me twice asking if I was still interested.

The garage door suddenly opened at around 2pm. At this hour, it could only be one person...

"So, what brings you home this early? You're never this early?" I asked with sarcasm.

"Oh cut it out you. And stop giving me that look," she replied with her face almost turning red.

She clearly had sex with him again. Her hair was a complete mess as was before. She was dressed in a nice outfit and her make up looked like it was partially washed off recently. She also had a smirk on her blushing face when I asked.

"So I see you were with him again. Mind if I have another look?"

"Shame on you. I thought we went over this already. I'm your ****** and this is really nothing you should be involved in. It's really none of your business. And I've already told you that we did together was wrong and to never mention it again. Now I'm going to my room, I need a shower."

I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her like before, "None of my business huh? So it's none of my business that my mom is sucking some giant black cock behind my dad's back? Or taking those 10 inches inside her stomach as you so eloquently put it?"

I leaned forward and started licking her lips. I used my tongue to taste one end of her mouth to the other, just before sticking it inside her mouth. I felt her tongue in her mouth as she was trying her best to hold it back. But this time, I was the one who broke off the kiss.

"You cleaned him up again, didn't you?" I asked, commenting on the odd taste.

A big smile suddenly appeared on her face as if she wanted to laugh, "Oh wow, I can't believe you just did that. You do realize that you just tasted his cum right?"

She broke out into full blown laughter after she said it.

I did my best to hide my embarrassment and put a positive spin on it telling her, "Whatever it takes to put my mouth in you again. Well...what about the rest of you?"

"I suppose it would be nice having someone clean up after me for a change. But I have to warn you, it's a little messy down there," she said as she started unbuckling her pants.

She took off her pants and panties and uncharacteristically threw them on the floor. She then walked over to the living room couch and sat down and immediately spread her legs wide open for me.

I followed her to the couch and knelt down right in front of her. The pubic hairs surrounding her vagina were covered in sperm. His cum was also leaking from deep inside of her.

"You weren't kidding when you said it was messy," I told her, using my fingers to part her labia.

"I just figured it would be a good deterrent in case you had any funny ideas. But I guess a little cum isn't enough to stop you, now is it?" She said as she started waving her crotch around in my face. "I'm waiting..."

I stuck my tongue out and began licking the cum off of her pubic hair. I first started licking the outer layer of her vagina, before sticking my tongue inside once again, and starting to suck the cum and other fluids from inside her body. There was no doubt about it, it tasted disgusting. I couldn't stop thinking about what I was ingesting; how I was eating a massive load of her bosses cum, and how I was eating mom's orgasm as well, along with the sweat from them fucking for whoever long they fucked.

I continued probing her vagina with my tongue regardless of what I was eating. And just as she started to tense up, that's when she stopped me by gently pushing my head back.

"I'm flattered by what you're doing for me. But I swore to myself I wouldn't let this happen again. And I can't let you keep doing what you just did, cleaning up after me like this. I know how horrible it must be for you, and well, anyone really. I'm sorry..."

She then got up and walked over to grab her clothes, and then walked back to her room naked from the waste down. Seeing her half dressed like that with her large bare bottom jiggling and she walked up the stares only added to my sexual frustrations. I couldn't just stop at this point. I wanted more. I needed more.

***Three Months Later***

"Is next week really the last time you'll have to screw him?" I asked my mom as she was giving me a hand job on her bed.

"That's what we agreed, 20 times. And believe me, I've constantly reminded him about that and made sure he kept his word."

My mom replied casually as if nothing was out of the ordinary, and we were just a normal ****** and *** having a friendly conversation; but of course that isn't the case here. She was still in her professional attire from the waist up, but naked from the waist down as she continued pleasuring me with her hand. Her vagina was still soaking with my saliva from me having just performed oral sex on her.

This was our little ritual for the past three months after I had first discovered that my ****** was having an affair with her boss in order to save her job. She never told me when she was going to see him next, but it was obvious whenever she did. She would come home from work early wearing one of her more expensive outfits, her hair and make up would be a mess, and she would always blush whenever I tried talking to her.

There was one area we never explored though- sex. Soon after we started this, she made it clear that sex between us was something that would never be considered. And by the look in her eyes, I knew how serious she was about that. She was already doing me a huge service by gratifying my sexual needs and letting me gratify hers. And I didn't want to mess that up by trying to push things further than my mom was willing to go. So we stayed content with what we had with each other and made the best of a bad situation.

***HER LAST DAY***

Monday morning- it was the last day she would ever have to have sex with her boss again. It was a huge relief for both of us because we no longer had to worry about him putting our family in jeopardy. But at the same time, a part of me didn't want it to be over. Because if it was over between them, it would mean it would be over with me and my mom as well.

***

The garage door opened at around 2 pm that afternoon. It was around an hour later than when she normally came home after seeing him, but I didn't think much of it as it was their last time together.

"So how was it?" I said in a teasing manner as soon as she walked through the door. I expected her to be excited today, but the opposite was true. She looked like an emotional wreck and was in a horrible mood.

She tried brushing me off and said, "I'm sorry, I can't right now. Not today."

"What's wrong?" I asked her, feeling confused over how she was acting.

"I know I owe you an explanation but I don't want to talk about it right now..."

"Don't want to talk about it? Out of everything that's happened these past few months and all that we've done with each other?"

She had a look on her face as if she knew that arguing about this was pointless, and she replied, "Fine...he...he sodomized me. We were having sex, he turned me over and pressed himself against me there, I told him to stop and he didn't listen. He pushed himself inside me and covered my mouth when I started to scream...I was so stupid to ever get started with him in the first place..."

She nearly burst into tears when she said that.

I was completely shocked by what she had just said. Sodomized her? I could only imagine how much pain she must have been in considering how big he is and how much she already has to deal with just having vaginal sex.

"Oh god...I don't know what to say right now..." I told her. "What do you want to do? Do you want to report him to the police?"

"No. I'll be fine. Really...I've gone through too much just to let everything get out in the open at the last moment."

I placed my hand on my ******'s shoulder in a small attempt to comfort her. Then almost without thinking, I began undoing her pants.

"What are you doing?" she asked. "I told you I'm not in the mood for this right now."

"I need to see it."

She made no effort to resist as I pulled her pants down and turned her around. She bent over and held onto a nearby table and I was able to get a good look at her by spreading her cheeks. I was amazed by what I saw: her once tight anus was now stretched open and was seeping with his cum. The insides of her most private area were now ravished to fulfill her bosses own sexual needs.

I pulled her pants back up and wrapped my arm around her and said, "Let's go upstairs, I'll help you get cleaned up."

***LATER THAT NIGHT***

Mom was back to her normal self that night during dinner, or at least she tried her best to put a smile on her face so dad obviously wouldn't suspect anything. I never would have thought that she had just received a traumatic experience earlier on in the day if I hadn't been home earlier to find out Well, aside from the fact that she walked like she was in little bit of pain.

***

I opened my bedroom door after I heard a soft knock late that night after my parents had gone to bed. It was my ******. She wore her ivory colored silk pajamas, and by the serious look on her face, I couldn't tell what she wanted.

"May I come in?" she asked quietly.

"Of course you can. What is it?" I replied, wondering why she came here so late.

She closed the door as she entered and said, "Your ****** is asleep. I just wanted to thank you for how you handled the whole thing earlier. You were a real gentleman about it and really helped me get it together. And I'm glad you didn't use that opportunity to take advantage of me while I was so vulnerable. So...thank you."

She leaned forward and gave me a soft kiss on my check. Then she wrapped her arms behind my neck and started kissing me full on the mouth. It was the first time since we started doing this together that she was the one who initiated such a deep kiss. It was also the most effort she ever put in kissing me as she pressed her mouth and tongue hard against mine.

She stopped and we looked each other in the eyes for a moment.

"That was wonderful mom, I really enjoyed that."

"Good, I'm glad you did. I have something else you might like."

My eyes turned towards her chest as she started unbuttoning her top. And it wasn't long before it was undone revealing the middle part of her braless chest. She used both of her hands to open her top to reveal her bare breasts to me.

"These are yours tonight, you've earned them," she said with a warm smile.

I didn't reply, I didn't need to. It was the first time as well that she offered herself to me outside of our afternoon meetings when she comes home from being with her boss. And it certainly was an opportunity I didn't let go to waste as I bent down and began sucking on her large brown nipples. I used my hands to massage both of her breasts as I continued to suck, rolling each nipple around in my mouth, for both her pleasure and mine.

She briefly ran her hands across my hair and moaned before giving me a few pats on the back, signaling it was time for me to stop.

"I still owe you for this afternoon. Now lay down on the bed and take your bottom off," she commanded in a low voice.

I did as she told, pulling off my shorts and underwear in one brief motion. I laid on my bed as she ordered me to, not knowing what to expect, but exited at what she had in store for me. She clearly wanted to take things further than we've ever gone before at this point. Maybe she was just that appreciative for what I did for her today and all the support I've shown her? Maybe a part of her actually enjoyed what her boss did to her today and was still aroused by it? Frankly, I didn't care. This was the most sexually willing and open she's ever been with me, and I wasn't going to second guess any of it.

She got on all fours on my bed and positioned herself right between my legs. I immediately noticed her soft breasts hang straight down from her chest. Her sagging breasts and big nipples were my favorite parts of her body. And I especially enjoyed any sight of her bending down to see them hang forward. But the sight of them hanging straight down only added to how special this moment was for me.

Then she did it; she stuck her tongue out and gave my penis a nice lick. She started off giving me small licks. Then she gradually increased the strokes of her tongue from the base of my cock to the tip of my head.

She opened her mouth and took my hard cock inside her and started sucking. What made the whole thing even more surreal is how we looked each other in the eyes while she increased her tight suction which made her face look gaunt. She then started to bob her head up and down. It was slow at first, but she began picking up speed as she got more comfortable.

After a few minutes of her sucking me off, she spit my cock out of her mouth and gave me one her familiar hand jobs while she started sucking my balls. She went back and forth flickering her tongue across each one of my balls and sucking on them.

"I'm about to cum," I warned my mom.

She kept stroking me with her hand while taking my penis back inside her mouth and continued sucking. It didn't take long for me to orgasm. And as usual, she consumed every single drop of cum I had for her with her vacuum like mouth and eager tongue.

After she finished what she came here to do, my mom got out of bed and began putting her pajama top back on. I on the other hand, was still laying in bed, relishing in what she had just done for me. She smiled at me the entire time she buttoned up her top and gave me a playful slap on the leg.

"Oh snap out of it," she said jokingly. "You're acting like this is the first blowjob you've ever gotten in your life."

"Well it's the first blowjob I've gotten from you isn't it?" I teased back.

I got up and gave my mom a big hug along with kisses on her check, not caring that my wet penis was staining her pajamas.

"I loved that mom. Please tell me we'll be doing this again," I said in her ear as we hugged.

"I don't know. I really don't know. I never planned on us going any further than today, and I doubt that it will. We'll talk more about this tomorrow when we get our heads clear, but right now, both of us should get back to bed."

***THE CONCLUSION***

My mom stayed home from work the following day. She said it was because she wasn't feeling well, but of course that wasn't the entire truth.

She spent the morning in the kitchen making breakfast for me and my dad along with a doing a few small chores as she always likes to stay busy. She looked really sexy as she played the model housewife this morning. But instead of the stereotypical apron and dress, she wore a large t-shirt and sweat pants. Her hair was in a pony tail and she had little make up on. It briefly crossed my mind that just a few months ago, I wouldn't have even noticed her in that way.

It was excruciating waiting for my dad to leave before I could make a move. And when the sound of his car driving off finally faded away, that's when I did it; I got up and walked behind my ****** while she was doing the dishes, and gave her a great big hug wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her on her exposed neck.

My mom had no reaction to me doing that as she kept her gaze a few houses down the street towards her neighborhood friend as she headed off to work, and said, "I wonder what she would think about me if she knew. Sometimes I wonder what all my friends and family would think if they knew what I've done with my boss...and...with you. I'm sure my family would disown me. And my friends, well, I'm sure they would pretend they didn't know me. I'd be the laughing stock at the work place, assuming I still have a job. Not to mention a pending divorce."

"That won't happen mom. You're just being paranoid. It's over between you and him now and I definitely won't be telling anyone," I said in my mom's ear, before kissing it.

"Maybe you're right. Maybe I am overreacting."

"So what happens next? With us?" I asked her.

She continued to gaze outside of the window. "I don't know. I haven't decided yet. All I can think about is how I could ever face him again. Tomorrow is going to be a tough day for me, that's for sure."

"I know how much of an asshole you think he is, but deep down, there's part of you that will miss being with him- isn't there?" I said as I brought one hand down and began rubbing her groin through her sweat pants.

She gently grabbed my wrist that was touching her and lifted my hand off her pants and pushed it underneath her panties. I inserted my fingers inside her vagina and could feel her wetness. The combination of me touching her and her discussing these personal matters had aroused her.

"Are you really going to make me answer that?" she said as she turned her head to the side to give me a soft kiss on the lips.

I kissed her back and she responded by slipping her tongue in my mouth and we continued making out for a long moment, as I continued to rub her clit and finger her now soaking wet vagina. She broke the kiss as she released a sensual moan courtesy of my fingers.

I used my other hand to squeeze one of her large butt checks. "So how are you feeling down here? Any better?"

"A little bit. But why don't you be a good boy and check for your ******?"

I didn't need a further invitation as I pulled her pants and panties to her ankles, leaving her completely bare from the waist down. She rested both of her hands on the kitchen counter and spread her legs the best she could. I got down on my knees and parted both of her checks wide open for my viewing pleasure; that is, before remembering the original purpose of seeing if she was doing okay in that area.

I stared at her little brown anus for a few seconds. Her tiny hole looked much smaller than it had been yesterday after it had been mercilessly fucked by her well hung boss. Regardless, I had a nice clear view up her narrow rectum as I used my fingers to spread it open.

Staring at her anus for this long had gotten me hard as a rock at this point, but I didn't want to her to know. I wanted to be as 'professional' as I could her for about this.

"It looks great mom. I mean...It looks a lot better than yesterday. But I'm sure you already knew that."

"Of course I did." She turned her head and looked at me with an innocent, yet sex filled look in her eyes. "Remember what you said a few months ago when we first started doing this together, about you kissing me where it hurts? Well...I'm still a little sore right now..."

I suddenly felt overwhelmed with lust as it was clear what my ****** had just implied and what she wanted me to do. We were about to cross a line in the foreplay we shared for months that I never even thought would happen. She gave me permission to please her anally.

With my fingers still spreading her anus, I leaned forward and began kissing the soft flesh of her rear end before making my way to the outer rim of her anus. I gave it a long kiss planting my lips on it before slowly sticking out my tongue to begin licking her. It was my first time doing this, and I would imagine it was the first time she was experiencing this kind of oral pleasure as she trembled the moment my tongue touched her body's most intimate area. But her trembling only emboldened me to please her more as my tongue started circling her small hole, feeling each and ever line she has down there.

I took the final plunge as I pushed my tongue deep through the small opening of her anus and inside her rectum. She let out an immediate yelp the moment I entered her tiny opening. I moved my tongue around her rectum, probing her, tasting her as far as the length of my tongue would allow. Each time my tongue would find a new place inside her, she would start to squirm. I even felt her legs start to shake as I held onto them.

She unexpectedly stopped me and had me stand up. She took my hand and said, "Let's go upstairs. I want to finish this in the bedroom."

"Do we have to? I love the idea of us doing stuff like this in the kitchen." I replied.

"It's not that," she said. "I want to make love to you."

THE END

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The Intern


My sex life was ok, but stagnant. Over a year after my divorce, I still hadn't found another woman I felt I could have a long-term relationship with. I loved my ex-wife very much, and still do, but I wasn't ambitious enough to give her the material things she craved. She wasn't so shallow when we first met...at least we didn't have kids before she ran off with the neurologist of her dreams. I make a good living, but it just couldn't provide the five-bedroom house or the A-list parties that she desired more than me. I hope the good doctor is at least getting a solid fuck for all the bull**** he's having to put-up with.

At the age of 38, I still get the attention from the ladies, and I work hard to maintain a good physique...for my own satisfaction more than trying to attract a mate. I've had a few dates, but the women seem to be more interested in my loft apartment...perhaps I'm just a little jaded. Regardless, I was getting horny as hell and my right hand was becoming a less interesting partner every week. There were a few ladies in the office that caught my eye, but inter-office relationships always struck me as a bad idea. Besides, my intern was a source of competition that I just didn't need.

Collin was a terrific worker, and took over the more mundane tasks my assistant did before taking maternity leave. He was fresh out of college, doing an internship while finishing his master's degree. We probably would not have gotten along if it weren't for his outstanding work ethic. Collin definitely had ambitions, and wasn't above kissing-ass, or fucking the right people, if he thought it got him somewhere. Office gossip had him sampling every attractive woman with "manager" somewhere in her title. I'll admit, I didn't mind looking at him...standing six-foot-two, around 175 pounds, lean and toned with wavy brown hair and intensely green eyes, he was definitely a specimen worthy of the stares he got from ladies. I had my "experimental phase" in college, and won't deny my bisexual curiosity if someone asks...but I see myself as ninety-eight percent straight. Even so, I caught myself from time-to-time taking a longer look over his frame than I probably should have...a nice of piece of eye-candy, but really nothing more than that. Besides, he only had a week left with our company, and I'd finally have to get around to hiring a temp until my assistant came back.

"Mr. Harris, you're calendar for next month is updated, and Penny is arranging your flight to Tokyo in March." Collin said in his best business voice as he walked into my office and placed some files on my desk.

"Thanks, Collin. You've been a lifesaver around here since Gwen left on maternity leave. I'm sorry that you're leaving us, but I know you'll do outstanding work at your next internship." I replied, looking at his youthful frame, covered in well-tailored clothing that highlighted his admirable physique. "I'm sure the female staff will be devastated when you're gone." I added with a hearty laugh.

"Yeah, well...I'm used to the stares...it can be flattering, or annoying...depends on who's looking." Collin said, mildly blushing, even though it didn't fit with his overly-confident character. "You should come out with us tonight...kind of a going-away party."

"Thanks, but I think I'll pass. From what I've heard, it's going to be you and twenty of your closest female admirers in attendance. Have a good time. I can't say I'm not envious."

"Come on, Mr. Harris...I need a few other guys around to keep things sane. Besides, you could get lucky...more than a few have their eyes on you too."

"Always been my policy to avoid pussy from the office...causes too much trouble if things go badly. Consider that my offering of sage advice for your professional career." I said, slapping his shoulder as I walked around the desk.

"Oh, I hear you...it's been a blessing in some ways that I'm not a real employee...keeps things from getting messy. I'm still very much a guy who likes to sample things here and there."

"Now you're just rubbing my face in it." I said, with mock irritation, putting a book on the shelf and returning to my desk.

Collin chuckled at my response as he placed some files in the cabinet and closed the office door. "You'd probably like that, wouldn't you Mr. Harris."

"Huh? Why would I like being reminded of your conquests all the time?"

"Not quite what I meant." Collin said, leaning against the file cabinet and slowly running his thumb across the lower part of his crotch. "I get a sense that you like a bit of variety every now-and-then yourself."

"Hey man...I don't know where this is coming from...dudes aren't my thing. Hell, you've arranged most of my dinner dates the last few months...you should know where my interests are." I replied, even as my cock started to stir within my pants.

"Like I said...I'm used to the stares. Only you and one other guy around here give me more than a passing glance...and he's an old, fat slob." Collin said calmly as one hand slid into his pants-pocket, and rearranged things behind the trim-fit fabric. "Can't say that I'm interested in guys much at all...but I don't mind indulging a select few, as long as they don't expect much from me."

I swallowed hard, and my pulse began to race, as the impact of what he was saying registered in my brain. "I...uh...I think...you're making a mistake." I stammered, even as my cock continued to swell.

"Hmm...maybe...but I'm usually pretty good at sorting the casual glance from the full body scan." Collin said, as a visible bulge formed below the hand in his pocket and snaked toward the leg of his trousers. "If you want to know what the ladies are all excited about...then consider yourself as one of the very few guys I've let-in on the secret. I'm out of here at the end of the week...and I know you're not a pansy...otherwise, there's no way in hell I'd give you the opportunity. Your call...I could give a **** less either way." He finished, sounding arrogant as hell, and now standing next to me behind the desk.

I tried to fight it, but I couldn't keep from staring at his crotch as he stood watching me while loosening his tie. Collin's cock had slid even further down his left pant leg, tenting the fabric away from his thigh, making it obvious he had to be a boxer man. My own prick was now painfully confined behind my preference for supportive briefs. I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears as a ********** curiosity awoke from years of hibernation. This was a mistake and I knew it, but my mind was also filled with thoughts of how much I admired his looks...how much I wanted to see all of his physical perfection.

"If you want it, you'll have to make the move. I can get laid every day...I don't have to beg dudes to blow me. I know my limits...as long as you know yours...then its all good." Collin said, almost taunting me as he placed his hands on his hips.

I still hesitated; saying nothing as I mindlessly reached for my crotch and shifted my aching cock into a better position. It was clear that Collin was nicely endowed, though difficult to judge just how well from behind the material.

"I'll be damned...guess I finally got one wrong." Collin said as he started to back away. "Sorry to embarrass you...at least you won't have to put-up with me anymore."

I should have let the narcissistic prick leave, but I found myself reaching out to grip the inside of his thigh instead. Even through the fabric, I could sense the strength in his legs and feel the tone of his muscles. My hand moved up to his crotch, squeezing the outline of his cock and producing a small spot of precum at the front of his pants.

"Mmmm...okay...guess I'm still batting a thousand." Collin said with a satisfied smirk and pulled-off his belt. "Come to think of it, maybe I should rub your face in it." He said gruffly, stretching the leather belt at the back of my head and pulling my face into his lap. "Oh ****, yeah! You wanted this more than you thought, didn't you?" I could only grunt as he ground his crotch against my face. "Only sampled the skill of two other guys...but they always gave the best blow-jobs. I'm sure you won't be any different."

I still hadn't said a word as I eased back and brought my hands up to open his trousers. My hands shook from raw nerves, fumbling with the button and lowering the zipper. Collins pants dropped around his ankles, revealing a neatly pressed pair of oxford-cloth boxers and the head of his cock peeking out from the leg opening. The uncut tip glistened and a string of precum started to trail toward the floor. I extended my tongue, lapping at the sticky fluid and teasing the tip of his prick.

Collin kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. "Take them off, cock-sucker. Take a good look at what you've been imagining all this time."

I mindlessly did as instructed, grabbed the material at the bottom of each leg, and tugged his underwear to the floor. Collin's cock sprung upward once released from the cloth prison, revealing a perfect accompaniment to the owner's handsome frame. I've seen bigger pricks in porno films, but at a thick eight inches with a low-hanging shaved sack holding plum-sized balls...the whole package was beautifully proportioned to rest of him. I was starting to dislike his cocky attitude, but I couldn't help but think the end result was better than I'd imagined.

Collin slapped my face with his engorged rod, flinging precum across my nose and cheeks. "For a guy, you're not bad looking...you'll look even better with my cock down your throat. Go ahead, cocksucker...taste my meat."

I was still mute as Collin gripped the top of my head, pulled it back and pressed his prick to my lips. My mind was now in a fog, and all I could think of was sucking on this fine specimen of man-meat. I opened my mouth wide, producing as much spit as I could manage while inching further and further down Collin's twitching pole. Damn...after almost fifteen years of swearing-off cock, it was intoxicating to feel the silky skin across my tongue and the heat radiating through my cheeks. It took a few attempts filled with coughing and gagging before getting comfortable with something I had done only a few times in my life....and only then with patient, understanding buds.

"********* it, man...take it all in! You're a fucking natural at this!" Collin jeered, gripping the sides of my head and skull-fucking me.

As soon as my gag-reflex had calmed down, Collin began fucking my face with an insistent rhythm, his prick pushing past my tonsils and further down my throat with every stroke. His hairless nuts bounced against my chin, soaking my face as spit trailed down his balls. My own cock was now painfully hard. I awkwardly opened my pants and began fisting my aching rod as Collin continued assaulting my mouth.

"Nice cock...you shouldn't be so picky about finding some pussy to put it in." Collin grunted as watched me stroke from above. "Do a good job, and I'll set you up with a hot chick that would love your thick cock."

The last thing I needed from this twenty-four year old prick was an arranged fuck. I had plenty of opportunities on my own, thank you very much. But I could hardly voice my protest with his thick salami stretching my jaw to its limits. I'm not a big fan of being used like this. I much prefer sex as a cooperative venture, but I couldn't deny enjoying the feel of cock again, or the raw strength of man-to-man play.

"Ahhh fuck, man...you really know how to work a cock." Collin groaned, pulling out of my mouth and slapping my face with his prick. "Suck on my nuts...oh ****, yeah."

I buried my nose into his loose sack, lapping at his balls and gently sucking one tender orb and then the other into my mouth. Collin's hot shaft pressed against my eyelid as I worked for a better angle. I reached with one hand to grip the left cheek of his lightly hairy and taught ass to steady my position.

"Uh-uh, man...keep your hands to yourself." Collin said while smacking my hand off his ass. "I'll feed a cocksucker all the meat he wants, but the rest of me is off-limits. Just think of this as a glory-hole without the wall."

Now I was really starting to feel used, but the concern wasn't deep enough to keep me from greedily feasting on what he offered. Alternating between his balls and cock, another few moments passed until I noticed his sack start to tighten. I was now fisting my own cock furiously as Collin pushed into my face...pressing my nose into his tight curls. His breathing became ragged, and the muscles in his thighs tensed. I knew what could only be moments from happening, and tried to pull back from Collin's twitching spit-soaked crotch.

"Oh yeah...oh fuck, yeah!" Collin chided, holding my head firmly in place. "Uuuugggh...uuuuggghhhh...oohhhh ffffuuuuccckkkk!" he grunted, thrusting his hips with each word...his cock shooting hot cum straight down my throat. The salty load just kept coming as I struggled to swallow...some flowing past my lips and falling down onto my own swelling prick. I couldn't take any more, and managed to pull away as one last rope flew from Collin's cock and splashed across my face. Cum was still spilling from my mouth as my own climax hit seconds later.

'Mmmphhh..fffuuuuckkk...ssshhiiiitttt!" I hissed through clenched teeth, jerking my cock and unloading four heavy ropes of seed into the boxers that lay crumpled around Collin's feet. I was still kneeling on the floor, catching my breath as Collin calmly kicked-off his shoes and stepped out of his pants.

"Well, I'm sure as hell not wearing these on the train back home." Collin said, reaching for the sticky boxers and using them to clean his dripping cock. "Here...keep them as a souvenir. I don't want them back." He said, ******* the soiled underwear over my head before getting dressed. "Thanks. You're pretty fucking good at that. Too bad you didn't have a nice set of tits and a hot pussy to complete the package."

The fog of lust slowly lifted from my brain as I wiped my face with the boxers and watched Collin gather his things and walk out the door. The more I thought about it, the more I hated that smug little prick. I let it happen. I really had no one to blame but myself. My mind struggled to devise some senseless act of revenge, but it wasn't part of my nature. Besides, the asshole was leaving...in time, the whole thing would just be a regrettable event recalled through hazy memories.

++++++++++++++++

Four months later;

It seemed like it took forever for Gwen returned from maternity leave, but at least things were now back to normal. My life at work had become orderly and routine once more, and it was a welcome relief from a personal life still filled with unexciting dates and an uneven social life. That is, until I got an email from a woman that I had dated several months ago. We had a good time, even had a few nights of fairly intense sex...but it was clear to both of us that our personalities just weren't right for a long-term thing. It was truly surprising to hear from her again.

"Hank, I have a "situation" that has very little to do with you, but would like you to consider being a part of the solution. It is personal in nature, and not related to our professional lives. This requires a face-to-face discussion. Please reply if I can count on you to hear me out. With happy memories, Karla."

The whole thing seemed deeply mysterious, but that was part of Karla's appeal. I enjoyed our brief time dating, but she was a bit more controlling than I really cared for. She's a very professional woman, with a high-ranking job in her company, and has worked hard to gain respect in the "boys club" of corporate executives. Sexually, she's an ****** in the bedroom...enjoying things on the rougher edge, but not a dominating mistress either. At forty-two, she was just a few years older than me, and looked hot as hell...with a body some thirty-year-olds would die for. I was intrigued by the message, to say the least, and I felt compelled to meet her. If nothing else, maybe a wild roll in the hay would be included. Emails were exchanged, and we agreed to meet at a local pub with booths that were conducive to private discussions.

I arrived early, sat at the booth she reserved, and drank a beer as I pondered what this could be about. Karla entered the pub exactly on-time, impeccably dressed in professional attire, her shoulder-length blond hair framing her soft face perfectly in the subdued lighting. "Hi Hank, I'm very glad we could meet. Met anyone special since we last talked? I've hoped something would happen for you soon." She said, bending down to kiss my cheek.

"No, afraid not...I'm still foot-loose and fancy-free. How about yourself? Is work still limiting your free time?

"Oh yes, and probably always will. I still enjoy what I do, and I'm not willing to change things dramatically just yet. I have found an entertaining distraction, which is why I wanted to meet with you." Karla said with a sexy look in her eyes, and in her usual direct way.

"I'm intrigued. How could this possibly involve me?"

"At the risk of seeming like a "cougar", I've gotten involved with a younger man who seems at ease with my hectic schedule and...well...my appetite for flavors besides vanilla." Karla said with a chuckle while flipping her hair.

"Good for you." I replied enthusiastically, still wondering where this was leading. "I know we weren't the best fit...at least in regards to our schedules." I said with a wink. "So, how does this involve me?"

"It seems this young man had some misguided notions of how to get ahead, and kept some interesting notes and pictures on his computer. I've eliminated his need to use them...and erased his files...but I'd still like to teach him a little lesson in humility. I came across this, and thought maybe you might be a willing partner."

Karla handed me her cell phone and showed me a hastily taken picture of me sucking another man's cock. My stomach just about dropped to the floor, and the color faded from my face.

"From the look on your face, I take it you remember Collin Parker. Relax, Hank...I can assure you this has been handled, and it will never go further than right here, right now. Frankly, I'm a little sorry I missed this side of you...makes my pussy wet just thinking about it."

I was stunned. "********* hadn't done anything like that since college. Why...what...what the hell was he doing?" I said, my words fumbling from my mouth.

"He had many pictures like this...taken quickly with a cell phone, and mostly without the other person knowing. Most were of women, and only two other guys...but always with notes about who they were, what they did, and possible important connections. It seems Collin was considering blackmail if he couldn't get a job that suited him...a notion his conscience later rejected. Although he made the right decision to abandon blackmail, he still decided to keep the photos. Fortunately for you, it was never an issue. I'm quoting from his notes; "Nice guy...pretty hot, for a dude. He can't really get me far...not sure why I went after him." I think you can see why I'm interested in some attitude adjustment.

"I suppose. At the moment, a few other types of "adjustments" are entering my mind." I replied with a mix of anger and confusion in my voice. "How did you find out about this...much less steer him toward better decisions?"

"I met him at a party where he was mingling with as many corporate stuffed-shirts as he could manage. Let's face it...he's cute as hell...so I took him home for a quick fuck. He tried to sneak a few pics of me...you can imagine how well that went over."

"Uh...yeah...I'm surprised you didn't cut his balls off."

"After I thoroughly explained that I was not one bit embarrassed about suing his ass...or at the very least, black-balling him with everyone I knew...I got Collin to fess-up. Mainly, he just felt overwhelmed with college debt, and his family had contributed all they could. I could tell he just wasn't an extortion kind of guy."

"I agree. Collin might be over-confident and a little cocky...but he was a great worker...no need for him to go that direction at all."

"That was my estimate of him, exactly. To cut the drama short...I paid off his student loans in exchange for his files, a promise of repayment at a very good rate, and set him up with a job that has potential...if he keeps his nose clean."

"Wow...where were you when I left college? This kind of overbearing charity hardly seems your style, Karla...no offense intended."

Karla laughed before responding. "None taken, Hank. Believe me...I'm getting something out of the deal. Collin has become my favorite fuck toy...I'm sure you can appreciate why. He's agreed to hang around and be my perfect accessory at social functions...you know how I like to shock every now and then. Nothing binding...if one or both grows tired of the situation...we end it, and he just has to keep up the loan payments. I certainly wouldn't lecture him on blackmail, and then do the same to him. We're using each other for a specific purpose...and it seems to work for us."

"If I were in his shoes...being your "kept man" wouldn't seem like a bad deal to me either. Forgive me...but I'm still a little lost as to where I fit into this whole thing."

"Let's just say that during some "playtime", I've inquired about the men he pursued...whey he did it...and if it was enjoyable for him." Karla said, running her finger around the rim of the wine glass and staring at me seductively. "Collin has a strong sense of curiosity, but hasn't allowed himself to explore it. I want to push him over the edge a little...and reinforce some humility at the same time."

"And you think I'm the man for that? I'll admit to having some bisexual tendencies, and that I found Collin attractive, but what more do you have in mind?"

Karla sat next to me, licking her lips and speaking in a breathy voice into my ear. "You were a hot fuck, he's a hot fuck, and the three of us together could be white-hot. I want to use you too, Hank. I'm being upfront about it. I want you to fuck me, fuck him, everything in-between, and keep doing it until we get bored with it." She said, pulling my hand under her skirt to feel the wetness between her legs.

"Does he know about this ménage?" I asked, my dick swelling as Karla stroked my inner thigh.

"No...I want it to be a surprise. I'd like to let him pretend I'm ******* it on him. Of course, no one is really being made to do anything they don't want to...if he says "stop"...then it stops. I'm a good judge of these things, Hank. I don't think he'll put up much resistance. Besides, it seems he found you appealing, but didn't know how to handle it."

It was hard to collect my thoughts as Karla squeezed my crotch and rubbed at my swollen member. "God knows I could use some really good sex...hell, any sex. I'm in...but I won't have any part of ******* Collin into anything he doesn't want. I can play the game...but if the game falls apart, then I'm out."

"I would expect nothing less, Hank. It's all about fun...and a learning opportunity...nothing else. It may be just a one-time thing...but I love the idea of it becoming more...if we all agree." Karla said with her tongue tracing my earlobe and her hand inside my opened fly.

Karla gasped as I pushed her panties aside, plunged a finger into her soaking pussy, and teased her clit with my thumb. "It's all I can do not to toss you on this table and fuck you now." I grunted as she gripped my cock firmly.

"Clearly, we should have picked a sleazier place to meet. Just hold that thought lover. Can you be at my place tomorrow night?" Karla asked while pushing my dick back into my pants and sliding away to the other side of the table.

"You certainly know make it difficult to say "no". I answered, zipping my fly and licking my finger. "Just tell me when to show up."

We sat there for another hour, arranging times, discussing various scenarios. By the time we left the pub, I was horned out of my mind, and could hardly wait for the next night.

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I arrived at Karla's downtown condo at the appointed time...knowing quite well how she appreciates promptness. The door was unlocked, as promised, and I moved quietly upstairs to her bedroom. I knew things would likely be in progress, but I was still taken aback by the sight in front of me. Collin was naked and spread-eagle on the bed, his wrists and ankles tied to the bed frame with soft ropes. It was clear the restraints were only for play, and not intended to truly confine him. Karla was wearing a lacy black bra, hose, and a garter...but no panties. She was hovering over Collin's body in a sixty-nine position, lifting his balls with one hand and fingering his ass with the other. Collin was lapping at her pussy, unaware of my presence, and moaning into Karla's snatch.

"Mmmmm, yes...eat my pussy, baby...you do that so well." Karla said, encouraging Collin's efforts as she motioned me into the room. "Damn, I love your cock and this tight, lean ass."

I had to agree with Karla's assessment, as I watched her suck on the meat stick I had feasted on only months before. In spite of Collin's obvious appeal, I found myself drawn more toward Karla's sexy frame. During the brief time we dated, she was always intensely sensual, and her fit, curvy body was as beautiful to behold as ever. Our eyes were locked on each other as I removed my clothing, revealing a pair of boxers that I intended to return to their rightful owner. My cock swelled quickly, and tented the front of the borrowed shorts as I stepped forward to share an impassioned kiss. It was difficult to lean over the bed for access to Karla's pouty lips and probing tongue, so I knelt on the bed between Collin's outstretched legs.

"What the fuck...what's this ****!" Collin said, sounding startled as he flailed against the bindings. "Harris...Hank Harris!? Baby, I thought we'd agree on the right time...and the right lady. This isn't what we talked about at all!" He said, with Karla's muff still rubbing on his chin.

"Oh, don't worry sugar...I've got a special girlfriend lined-up for another time." She said, looking back at him over her shoulder while stroking his cock. "You know how I love surprises, and I think you owe my friend Hank an apology." Karla licked a finger, and slid it under Collin's balls and into the crack of his ass..."a very deeply felt apology."

The color nearly vanished from Collin's face as the double-meaning came over him. "Hank...man...I was a dumbass...Karla showed me that. Honestly dude, all that **** is over...nothing will ever come of the things I did...I swear it, man."

"That's what I understand. Karla filled-me-in on your arrangement...I'm guessing she just wants to drive home the depth of your transgressions." I said before engaging in another kiss, kneading Karla's firm breasts. "I'm just here to return your shorts."

Karla pushed back from me with a giggle, spun over Collin's body to face him and rubbed his hard prick against the slick folds of her pussy. "Stand over here, Hank and let me take a trip down memory lane." She said, pointing me toward the head of the bed.

I stood on the mattress, my ankles pressed to Collin's shoulders as Karla pulled down my underwear, letting them fall on Collin's face. "I hear these boxers have a little history...I'd like to add to the story." She said, leaning forward to kiss my hard cock.

I stepped-out of the crumpled fabric, tossing them to the side...Collin staring wide-eyed as Karla took my cock into her mouth.

"Mmmm...the two best looking cocks I've ever had, here at the same time." Karla cooed, before squatting onto Collin's rigid pole. "Before I give you what you want...you have to be willing to indulge the things I want." She said, looking down at him with a smile, before returning to my own aching prick.

Karla is a masterful cocksucker, and soon had her nose buried in my wiry curls. Spit trailed down my balls, falling onto Collin's face as she bucked her hips over his fuck stick. The three of us let out a symphony of moans, filling the room with the sounds of sex.

"Mmmm...that's a tasty dick. Come down here Hank, get a taste, and help this young buck hit my love button." Karla said, moving away from me and leaning back with her hands on Collin's shins...his dick still deeply implanted inside her.

Having taken the opportunity moments ago to remove the lacy bra, I trailed my tongue over her breasts...teasing each nipple, and slowly moved down her body. I had to lean down and forward to reach her stiff little clit, my dick poking the side of Collin's nose. He moved his head to the side, as though offended by the intrusion. Karla squealed as I flicked across the sensitive bud and occasionally lapped at Collin's prick.

"Oh fuck...that is so fucking hot. Suck him, baby...clean that boys cock for me, Hank." Karla said, lifting herself from Collin's lap and leaving his prick to smack me in the face. "I wish I knew this side of you before, Hank...this gets me so wet...so hot."

Collin's prick was like a steel rod, and glistened from Karla's nectar. I gripped the base firmly and immediately began inching my way down the entire eight inch length. I could feel his breath on my balls as Collin gasped for air, the twisting movement of his hips constrained by the ropes on his wrists and ankles. His cock twitched as I took the last inch down my throat and my nose brushed his balls. Once again, I realized how much I missed devouring a hot piece of meat from time-to-time...having Karla as an enthusiastic cheerleader only enhanced the erotic meal.

"Tastes good, doesn't he Hank?

I groaned the affirmative...my mouth thoroughly stuffed with throbbing cock.

"This looks tasty too." Karla said before kneeling behind me and lapping at my ass.

Her tongue felt incredible as it gently stroked my twitching brown-eye and the back of my sack. Collin still seemed to be doing his best to avoid the view above, and the dick oozing precum over his cheeks.

"I'm going to release your hands now, sweety. Do as I say and I'll consider the legs next." Karla chided, in a ******** tone. "Spread those buns for me baby. I need some help getting to Hank's pretty ass."

I half expected Collin to push me away and free himself completely, but he did as instructed...firmly gripping my buttocks and spreading them wide for our sexy host. Karla feasted on my ass like it was her last meal. I didn't recall her being so enthusiastic about ass-play in the past, but I wasn't about to object.

"Finger his ass for me baby." Karla instructed, taking one of Collin's fingers into her mouth and soaking it in spit. "That's it...I want to watch you play with that hot, hairy, man-ass." She said, fingering her own pussy as she knelt beside us. "Same for you, Hank...Collin just loves to have his butt played with."

Collin tried to protest, but his words were muffled as Karla stuffed two of her pussy-soaked fingers into his mouth. I never backed-off his cock, and slicked my middle finger with the spit running down his loose sack. Collin's tight bud twitched as I probed the entrance...his hips bucking, and ******* his cock further down my throat as my finger slid past the reluctant sphincter.

"Hank is such a special friend...he's treating you so nice, baby. Time you returned the favor, isn't it sweetheart?" Karla cooed, patting Collin's head and pressing his finger to my tight pucker.

Return the favor, he did...pushing his finger deep into my ass with an insistent push. It seemed almost an act of revenge. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my mouth still filled with cock. Karla spat on my hole, lubricating Collin's efforts, and making it feel better than expected. I decided to make Collin focus on pleasure, and less on Karla's boundary-pushing taunts. I soon found his prostate, and began gently massaging while deep-throating his impressive prick..

"Uuummpphhh...oh...fuck." Collin grunted softly as I sucked on his pole and rubbed the special spot within his bowels...his nose grazing past my balls with his head rocking side-to-side.

"Mmmm...isn't that nice, baby? Has Hank found the same spot I did last week...the one that make you feel so good?" Karla said knowingly while quietly placing Collin's wrists back into the soft restraints. "Turn back around, Hank...I'm feeling a little left out." She said, smacking me on the ass.

Karla quietly guided me where she wanted, kissing my lips while having me straddle Collin's chest, my dick just inches from his chin. Running her fingers through the hair on my chest, she slid behind me, sitting on Collin's lap...his cock pressed between her swollen pussy and his rippled abs.

Karla nibbled the back of my neck and massaged my pecs while looking down into Collin's eyes. "Would you like to fuck me again, baby? I need a hot, hard cock so bad right now." She asked her boy-toy while reaching around to stroke my cock. Collin nervously shook his head "yes". "Hank has a really nice cock. I loved having Hank fuck me with this cock. Do you like his cock? Don't you think it's a nice cock, baby?"

"I...uh...think you're the better expert." Collin stammered as Karla ground herself against his stiff rod.

"I can teach you about cock, sweety. I think you really want to learn." Karla taunted, nudging my hips forward and brushing my leaking prick over Collin's lips. "It's only fair to sample the things you dish-out to others."

"Hey...anyone I played with new the rules. Tell her, man...tell her I made it clear what we did was a one-way thing." Collin said, absent-mindedly licking my precum from his lips.

"Well...true...he did say not to expect anything from him." I replied, relishing Karla's s****ful strokes and the feel of her breasts against my back. "But I don't remember agreeing to a photo shoot, either."

"Aw...come on...I've dropped all that ****..."

Collin's protests were silenced as Karla released my aching pole, gathered the clear fluid from my piss-slit, and pressed two sticky fingers against his lips. "Shhhh...no more talk, you gorgeous thing. Here's the deal...you're going to face the things you've thought about, but never tried. Every inch you take in that sweet mouth of yours, is an inch back into my hot, wet, pussy. If you can't do it...fine...I'm sure Hank can give me what I need so bad right now." Karla turned my head back to kiss me hard and passionately. "Feed him, Hank. Show our young man what he's missing."

"You heard the lady. Seems like a small price to pay for such a sweet deal and a smoking-hot piece of ass." I said, gripping his head and pressing my cock to his lips. "But I'm more than willing to fuck her, if you won't."

"Please...oh, please baby! Take a taste...I want you in me so bad!" Karla teased, holding Collin's dick and brushing it across her swollen cunt.

I could see the conflict in Collin's eyes. He seemed torn by trying to protecting his macho persona, but also curious as hell and horned out of his mind. It took perhaps a minute, but Collin soon closed his eyes, slowly opened his mouth, and tentatively allowed the head of my prick between his lips.

"Aaaahhh...yessss!" I hissed through clenched teeth. "That's it, man...suck it...put your tongue under the head...you know where to go." I instructed, lifting his head for a better angle.

"Unngg...oooohhhh...you feel so good, baby. More...oh please, take a little more...I want you deep inside me, baby!" Karla cried-out, suspended over Collin's fuck stick.

I thought this might be a slow process, but it seemed Collin had accepted his fate, and perhaps found the strength to accept what he really wanted. "Fuck it...it isn't going to **** me." I heard him mutter under his breath before hesitantly opening his jaws wide and plunging his face as far down my pole as he could easily handle. My head flew back, and I grunted deeply as Collin tongued my rod and did his amateur best to service my tool.

"Oooohhhh...ffffuuuuccckkkk! So damn hotttt!" Karla squealed, impaling herself fully onto Collin's prick while he coughed and gagged around my twitching member.

I could hear Karla moaning behind me, and the sound of Collin drilling her soaking tunnel. I allowed Collin some time to adjust before gently pumping his face a few times, and then slowly pulling out. "Not bad, for a beginner." I said bluntly, bending over to release his wrists from the loose ropes. "Now grab my ass...this is no fucking glory hole." I ordered, twisting his own words from the past to mock him.

The sense of freedom seemed to liberate Collin and allowed him to embrace the things he denied wanting. Collin did as instructed, gripping my hairy cheeks and kneading my firm moons. He seemed to relax as the minutes passed by, and actually pulled on my ********** my cock fully into his mouth. Correct or not, I took this as a sign the pretense was over, and started fucking his skull in earnest...my own need now as strong as Karla's. Collin offered little resistance.

"Fffffuuuucccckkk yyyyeeeesssss!" Karla screamed, watching me assault Collin's mouth, while she reached between my legs and fondled my balls. "That's so fucking hot! I'm so proud of you, baby! Let me kiss him, Hank. Let me taste your cock on his lips!"

Reluctantly, I pulled away, suddenly feeling like a third-wheel as I watched Karla attack Collin's face with kisses. I stroked my cock, watching them fuck like *******. Seeing the restraints on Collins ankles as pointless, I moved to the foot of the bed and released the remaining ropes. Karla squealed in delight as Collin realized his full freedom and suddenly flipped the temptress onto her back. He covered her body in kisses, kneading her breasts and sucking her nipples before plunging fully into her once again.

"Suck him, baby...I want to see you suck cock again so bad!" Karla said, while waving a finger to motion me next to them.

I knelt on the mattress beside them, and Collin didn't hesitate this time to take me into his mouth. While still a novice, his s****s were quickly improving. Karla had already fingered herself into one orgasm this evening, and was enjoying the steady fucking from her new apprentice.

"God, you're a fantastic fuck! I love that long, thick meat of yours!" Karla moaned as her body writhed under Collin's athletic frame. "Now you have some idea why I love cock so much, don't you sweety?" Karla cooed, her hands slowing the pace of Collin's fucking.

"Uh...yeah...I guess...not so bad, really." Collin answered between kisses.

"In my mouth...in my pussy...in my ass...you feel so good all over my body."

Collin smiled awkwardly. "I'm glad you approve."

"You wanted Hank's cock, didn't you? You wanted to taste another man, but didn't know how to do it. Isn't that right, baby?" Karla said, kneading his ass and running a finger in his crack as they lay tightly together.

"Well...yeah...I suppose so. Still surprised I did it."

"What I love about cock is the heat, the strength, the power of it as it slides inside me." Karla whispered into his ear before looking at me and silently mouthing the words "fuck him"

I was a little stunned. I looked her in the eye and shook my head "no".

Karla's mouth formed the same silent words, and her gaze was insistent, as she grabbed Collin's ass and spread his cheeks apart. Damn, I need to fuck so bad...and it seemed I wasn't going to get anywhere near her sweet pussy tonight. This woman knew how to drive a hard bargain. I stared at Collins toned back side, the trace of hair in his crack and tight pucker in the middle. I could have pulled Collin away and fucked the **** out of Karla...but I was so damned horned...the view in front of me so inviting.

"I want you to know that feeling, baby...know what it's like to feel so connected, to feel so overpowered." Karla said, kissing Collin deeply. "Live to the fullest, sweetheart...never do anything half-ass."

Collin just stared at her with a confused look on his face, even as she gently rocked her hips against their union. I couldn't take anymore...damn, I needed to get off. I knelt on the bed beside them once again, running my thumb down the crack of Collin's ass and my fingers cradling his hairless sack. His hole was still slick and wet, allowing my thumb to slide easily inside.

"Oh fuck!" Collin said sharply as his body tensed, and Karla bit at his lower lip.

"Mmmmm...yyeeessss, baby! Your big cock just swelled inside me. Look at me, sweety...look in my eyes...let us open your mind to a whole new sensation." Karla panted excitedly, embracing Collin tightly and wrapping her legs around his waist.

Collin let out several muffled groans...his mouth and tongue intertwined with Karla's. I slid behind them, moving Collin's legs apart as I bent down to lick the twitching pucker. Collin's body tensed again, but Karla kept his cheeks spread wide to ease my access. He continued to offer what seemed like protests, but the words were still unintelligible grunts through Karla's insistent lip-lock. I sensed the window of opportunity might be short, so I grabbed the tube of lubricant at the foot of the bed, coated my aching rod, and let it rest between Collin's toned moons.

Karla broke from his mouth, held Collin's face firmly in her hands and stared straight into his eyes. "Look at me baby...just look right at me. Can you feel it...can you feel the heat of Hank's cock as it slides across your ass?" She asked, not expecting an answer, and Collin not offering one. "It might sting at first baby...but it will feel so good. I promise, baby...I promise. God you're so hard right now. I can feel your heart beating so strong!"

Collin's breathing was heavy, and his legs seemed to tremble. He certainly wasn't doing anything to encourage the next step...but he wasn't fighting me off, either. To be honest, ass-fucking other guys has never been high on my list, but Collin was different. His body was damn-near perfect, and I still held a slight grudge that I didn't mind venting with a solid fuck.

Keeping my prick pressed to his hole, I leaned over his body...my chest against his back and my mouth next to his ear. I kept my gaze on Karla's lust-filled face while speaking to Collin in a husky tone; "Time to pay-up, Collin. I need to get off, and your ass is looking pretty damn good." I said, nudging my leaking cock even tighter against his rosebud. "Karla says you've repented, and I believe her...but that doesn't mean I can't have some fun at your expense." Collin only grunted as Karla stroked the late-evening stubble on his face and kissed him deeply. "I'm not into ****, man...and I won't hurt you...but unless I hear something different, I'm going to take your ass as an apology."

"Let it happen, baby...let your body feel what your mind wouldn't allow before tonight." Karla said, ********** Collin in kisses. "Breathe, baby...just breathe and relax. Oh god, you feel so hot and hard inside me!"

Collin's body seem to shake underneath me as I pressed further, allowing the head of my dick to pop inside his virgin chute. Collin gasped loudly and stifled a groan while tightly clutching at the bed sheets. I remained motionless for a few minutes, allowing him to adjust to the new intrusion.

"That's good, baby...you're doing so well!" Karla said, encouragingly. "Hank will wait. Remember how you let me get used to your cock when I gave you my ass? Hank will do the same for you, baby. The worst is over...it gets so much better from here."

"Pussy's always better, but your ass feels so damn good." I growled, raising my torso for better position. "Karla's helped you see the light in more ways than one." I said, smacking Collin's right cheek. "Time...to drive...the point...home." I grunted, pushing further into his bowels with every pause between words, until my tight curls were pressed against his ass.

"Fffuuuccckkk...uuunnnngggg...oh, fffuuuccckkk!" Collin moaned loudly, his knuckles white as his grip on the sheets grew tighter.

"Can you feel it, baby...can you feel the heat and strength inside you. Can you feel how strong Hank is...the power being injected into you?" Karla said panting, sliding out from under Collin as his erection half-abated.

Karla was now sitting-up and pressing Collin's face into her breasts. I gripped his hips and lifted Collin onto his knees. I reached around to fondle his half-hard cock and sagging balls.

"How about it, bud...are you ready to get fucked instead of being a fuck?" I taunted, grasping his hair and making his nose brush Karla's hardened left nipple.

"Oh ****, baby...so hot...so fucking hot seeing Hank pressed against your ass like that." Karla cooed, while dipping a finger into her sopping cunt, and rubbing the nectar over her nipples. "Taste me, baby...taste how hot and wet I am right now. I just love real men who aren't afraid of new things! Answer him, baby...tell Hank what you want."

Collin suckled on the dewy nipples, savoring the taste Karla's juices. His ass-ring was still clenching my dick tightly, but I could feel it start to relax. Collin said nothing for several seconds, but finally stammered a nervous response. "D...dd...do it, man. Ttt...take my ass."

Confident I wasn't doing anything he was firmly against; I slowly withdrew and started a steady rhythm in-and-out of Collins tight hole. It had been a long time since I'd had any ass, and the firm grip around my steel-hard rod felt fantastic. In fact, Karla's ass was probably the last time I had the same sensation. It took some time, but Collin finally began to relax, and actually seemed to be enjoying the experience. Reaching around to his cock seemed to confirm my belief, as he was fully hard again, his dick bouncing with every thrust. Karla was beside herself, franticly fingering her twat and pinching her nipples as she watched my assault on Collin's back-side.

"I think the lady needs some more of your attention, bud." I said flatly, pulling out of Collin's ass, standing at the end of the bed, and flipping him on his back. "Eat that pussy, man...something that tasty shouldn't go to waste."

Karla crawled on her knees until her snatch was over Collin's waiting tongue. She leaned forward to kiss me, stroking Collin's cock as I placed his legs on my shoulders. I could feel a hand encircle my own engorged member, and expected to see Karla guiding me back to my prize...but it was Collin's hand instead.

"Fuck me, man. I'm good...I can deal with this...get off on my ass, man. Fuck me like you'd fuck any other cunt." Collin said, more earnestly than I would have imagined.

Karla practically squealed with delight, and stared in fascination as I plowed back into Collin's ass with one firm stroke. It was strange to look down and see a man's rippled abs...his cock and balls bouncing with every thrust. It was even stranger to feel Collin's strong fingers grip my ass and pull me deeper into him. His willingness to get fucked, and the strong grip around my dick was getting too much...I couldn't hold out much longer.

"Oh ****, bud...this is it...I'm gonna cum, man!" I exclaimed as my balls tightened. "Aaaarrrggghhhhh....ffffuuuucccckkkk...dddaaaammnnnn!" I yelled as one stream of seed filled Collin's bowels before I could retreat and shoot three more heavy ropes over his dick and abs.

"Yes...oh, yes...yes...****, I need fucked!" Karla screamed, watching my load splash over Collins body before spinning around and aligning his prick with her pulsing pussy.

I watched as Karla impaled herself on Collin's prick...her labia coated with my cum as she slid down his freshly spunk-covered pole. Collin bucked his hips upward, fucking Karla hard...his loose balls bouncing with a blur, but growing tighter with each passing moment.

"Uh huh...uh huh...oh fuck, baby...yes...yes...yyyeeessss!" Karla cried-out as the orgasm rippled through her body and made her skin turn flush. Collin's balls were covered in her fluids as Karla's tunnel pulsated around his over-stimulated prick.

"Ssshhhiiiitttt....uuuugggghhhh...ffffuuuccckkkk!!!" Collin groaned loudly, while lifting his hips and holding his dick deep inside Karla's spasmodic folds. His load was heavy, spilling out of Karla, down his cock and over his balls, like a creamy river.

Karla collapsed on top of Collin, both of them covered in sweat and breathing heavily. I bent down between Collin's legs, lapping the combined fluids off his balls, the exposed portion of his shaft, and around Karla's overstretched pussy. They both moaned in pleasure as I attended to clean-up duties.

"Mmmm, Hank that feels so good." Karla purred. "Why don't you finish the job for him, baby." She said, moving up Collin's body, allowing his deflating cock to exit with a sticky "plop". Once over his face, she knelt down and let Collin feast on her steaming cream pie.

I didn't neglect my earlier efforts, and took Collin's softening tool into my mouth...savoring every drop as I milked him dry. Once I had his junk clean, I slipped onto the bed next to them. Karla greeted me with a kiss that tasted of cum and pussy. We fell into a restful *****, our bodies intertwined on the crumpled sheets.

About an hour later, I removed myself from the ****** tangle, took a shower, and got dressed to leave. I gave Karla a good night kiss, which she returned in a half-asleep stupor. I had a fantastic time, and appreciated the opportunity to unload a lot of sex-related stress. I didn't expect a repeat performance, but it was certainly a wild ride worthy of remembering.

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It's been about two months since Karla and I conspired to further Collin's "education", and their relationship doesn't seem to have changed at all. Both "equal opportunity users" and neither seem to care. In her usual overbearing way, Karla set me up with one of her girlfriends as a "thank you gift" that I never asked for. Surprisingly, she's a really nice lady...not at all the type I'd think would be friendly with Karla...and we've had a nice time dating and fucking.

I had put the events with Karla and Collin at the back of my mind, when the former intern showed-up at my office...bringing the memories back to the forefront. My assistant announced his arrival, and I told her to see him in, though I was surprised by the lack of prior notice.

"Thank you for seeing me, Mr. Harris. I apologize for not calling first." Collin said, extending his hand to shake mine, as my assistant left the room and closed the door.

"Not a problem, but it is unusual." I replied calmly, with confusion in my voice. "I think there's enough history between us that you can call me Hank." I said, noticing his attire of jeans, polo shirt, and casual blazer. "Take a seat, and tell me why I merit this visit."

"Honestly, I feel like an ass being here, but Karla insisted that I talk to you." Collin replied, shifting nervously in his chair. "She's been great to me, and the job she placed me in has led to a possible promotion. We both agree that it's time for me to move on, and that I should get references in order. I was wondering if you could see fit to give me a reference letter...in spite of my earlier dumb-headed ideas."

"Wow...that is a bold move, considering my knowledge of your nearly disastrous method of securing references in the past. It's definitely the kind of thing that has Karla's stamp all over it." I said with a relaxed chuckle. "So is the personal relationship between you two dissolving over this?"

"Yeah...and it's time...she can be a real handful. If you thought the night we had with her was wild...you should see her with another woman. It nearly killed me." Collin said with a wild grin.

"I have no doubt about that!" I said with hearty laugh. "A woman like Karla is a very rare breed. Anyway, stories about Karla is not why you're here...I know you're a great worker, and I believe you've abandoned all that bullshit...so I'll gladly write you a reference letter. Besides, if you screw either me or Karla...I'm sure she'd have your balls on her desk by sundown."

"No joke there, man. Thanks Hank...I appreciate your willingness to help me out." Collin said, sounding relieved.

"You're welcome...but I'll admit there's still a small part of me that wants to tell you to kiss my ass." I said, looking at him seriously.

"I understand completely, man." Collin replied, rising from the chair and walking behind me as I stood next to my desk. "I'd do it, if that's what it took. I'd kiss your ass." Collin's hand squeezed my butt and caught me by surprise. "You're still the only dude I ever did any heavy **** with...and might be the only one."

"Uh...yeah...well...Karla has a way of bringing **** out of people." I said haltingly as Collin reached from behind to loosen my belt. "Be careful what you offer, man...I'm likely to keep you to your word, on the right day."

"Yeah...ok...so is this the right day?" Collin asked as he slid his hand under the waistband of my pants and cradled the pouch of my briefs. "Karla knew she could get me to do things I only ever thought about...if she put me in the right situation. I like the way you fuck...no apologies, no bull****...just "I need to get off, and you'll serve the purpose". If going bi with another dude was always like that, I might be more into it."

My current girlfriend and I have been having a good time lately, and sex wasn't in my immediate thoughts, but the masculine grip Collin had on my privates felt good nonetheless. I closed my eyes, and my breathing became heavier as Collin slid my briefs below my ass, knelt behind me, and began kissing my hairy moons.

"Mmm, nice...I like a squeaky-clean ass. Good thing you shower after those lunch-time workouts." Collin said, before tentatively probing my brown-eye with his tongue.

Even though I'm not opposed to some same-sex fun, there had only been one guy that did anything with my back door. My college roommate was a nice guy, and someone I trusted...hell, we still exchange Christmas cards...but that experience was nearly fifteen years ago, and a rarity even then.

"Uhhh...mmpphhh...fuck." I mumbled, leaning over my desk as Collin lapped at my hole.

"This is new territory for me." Collin said, standing behind me again and pressing his hips against my buttocks. "I'm actually turned-on by a dude. Never got hard with a guy unless they were sucking my dick." He said, opening his button-fly jeans and letting his hard prick rest in the crack of my ass. "Thought you were going to split me in two that night with Karla...I was shocked when it didn't turn out so bad. Felt pretty good, in an odd sort of way."

"Hey man, I haven't done this kind of thing in a long time." I said, trying to straighten-up, but Collin pushed me back over the desk.

"Hell of a lot better than never, it would seem to me." Collin replied, smacking his cock against my cheeks. "Really...vanilla-lavender...what's up with that ****?" he asked, grabbing a tube of hand cream from the corner of my desk.

"My assistant leaves her stuff scattered all over the place." I said, absent-mindedly. "How about letting me have a taste of that pole of yours?" I offered, even as Collin spread a large handful of lotion over his prick.

"Amazingly, eating that hairy man-pussy has me in the mood to fuck." Collin said, pressing his lubed helmet against my twitching rosebud. "How about furthering my education...since you so selflessly helped reveal another side of me?"

I gasped for air as Collin pressed his tool firmly at my reluctant entrance. My cock was hard as hell, and leaking profusely.

"You can say "no", and I'll respect that." Collin said, reaching for my tie and pulling it behind my head...holding it like a leash. "You've been hot for my **** since the day I let you suck me off. You like my cock. You want to feel my hot rod deep in your guts." He pulled the tie, bringing my back against his chest. "I want to fuck you, Hank...and I think you're ready to get fucked...no matter how long ago it's been."

It's true; I had more interest in him than any other guy in a very long time. Collin was physically everything I found attractive in other men, even if his character still needed a little maturing. My mind was still debating the options, when Collin made the decision for me. With a quick thrust from his hips, the head of Collin's dick popped inside me, sending a shock-wave of pain throughout my body. The intense feeling soon subsided, and I was able to relax and focus on the things I taught Collin only months before.

"Aaaarrrggg...fffuuuccckkk!" I grunted through clenched teeth as my ass-ring adjusted to the intrusion. "Easy, man...you're fucking huge!"

"I know...I'll take it easy. It's not like you were fucking tiny." Collin said, reaching around to grip my swollen rod. "This thing felt like a damn telephone pole."

Collin was true to his word, and inched slowly inside me as I grunted and moaned with every push. I felt a renewed appreciation for the women in my life that enjoyed a little ass-play...and an overwhelming sensation of fullness in my bowels.

"****...fuck yeah, man! You're half-way there, dude!" Collin said with enthusiasm.

Half-way!? Holy ****, it seemed like he'd been pushing in steadily for several minutes. My memory recalled the feeling of getting fucked by my college buddy...a great guy, with dead-average equipment. With about six inches of reasonably thick meat, he was fun to fuck around with...a satisfying mouthful, and not a burden to take up the ass. I feared Collin was going to be a completely different scenario. With my sphincter stretched to the ripping-point, I could feel every ridge and vein of the throbbing tool as it moved into me. It was fucking weird to feel so physically connected to another person...much less another man.

"Oh fuck...damn, you have a fine ass!" Collin exclaimed as his pubes came to rest in split between my cheeks. "Pussy's still better...but not by much! Like Karla said to me, the hard part is over, Hank. I'm going to enjoy your hot ass, so you'd better hold on!"

I struggled to stifle my moans of pleasure and pain so the staff outside wouldn't come knocking on the door, wondering if I was being attacked. Collin worked into a rhythm slowly...pulling out almost entirely, and then sinking back in. Within a few minutes, I had relaxed enough that the motion across my prostate had become pleasurable, and Collin began fucking me in earnest. I gripped the edges of my desk as he plunged ********** into my chute, his heavy balls swinging into mine with every thrust. I glanced over at the windows, making out the faint reflection of our fully clothed bodies, pants at our knees, as Collin's hips bucked back-and-forth.

"Fuck...oh fuck, man...damn, that cock is huge!" I panted. "Oh ****, I forgot how good this could feel...I'm ok now...fuck me, man...fuck the **** out of me!" I said, reaching back to feel Collin's muscled thighs and pulling him toward me as my cock bounced with renewed hardness.

"You can bet I will. You fucked me hard, Hank." Collin grunted, reaching around to stroke my steel-hard rod. "Only fair to return the favor."

Collin buried his fuck-stick deep into my bowels, one hand on my shoulder for leverage, the other tugging on my balls. He was so damn hard, and fucking so insistently, I wasn't sure how much more ***** my tender ass could stand. After a few minutes, he surprised me by pulling my body away from the desk, and pushing me to the floor with my back against the carpet. Collin said nothing as he practically tore the shoes from my feet and pulled the pants off my legs. His stiff member bobbed and swayed in front of his still-clothed frame.

"I'm damn near there...I want to see your face while I take your ass." Collin said sternly before placing my legs on each of his shoulders. "Stroke it, Hank...jack your fucking meat." He ordered, a trail of spit flowed from his mouth and onto my twitching dick. I barely had a grip on myself before Collin plunged in once again.

"Yeah...c'mon, man...shoot it...I want to feel your hot ass clamp around my cock."

I ran one hand under Collin's shirt, feeling the strength in his chest and abs while watching his prick appear and disappear from behind my balls. My right hand pumped my aching rod as the moment of no-return came closer. Collin stared at me with a masculine and lustful scowl, grunting with each thrust into my ass.

"Fuck...oh ********************!" I howled, as streams of pearly spunk flew from my cock, coating my crumpled shirt and tie. My ass constricted tightly around Collins pole with every pulse from my tingling prick.

"Yeah...fuck yeah...shoot that fucking load. Damn...your ass is so fucking tight...so damn hot."

"Fuck...oh fuck...do it man...seed my fucking ass!" I panted, squeezing the last drops from my dick.

Collin offered no reply and simply closed his eyes as his thrusts became shorter and more ********** softening prick bouncing against my belly with every push.

"Aaaarrrrrgggg....ffffuuuuccckkkk...ssshhhhiiiiittttt!" Collin grunted as his body tensed. I placed a hand over his mouth to soften the volume and felt two heavy streams splash inside my guts. My hand fell away as he withdrew, coating my ass and balls with the last few shots of heavy cream. Collin used the head of his cock to spread his hot load across my balls and gaping hole before plunging inside again.

"Damn...so fucking hot..." Collin mumbled over and over, catching his breath and fucking me slowly while his cock gradually deflated.

My pulsing ring eventually ****** Collins satisfied tool from my hole with a sticky "plop"...his cum still oozing down the crack of my ass. Collin then suddenly leaned down...clearly intending to kiss me.

"Uh...hey man...I'm not really into kissing guys." I stammered, with one hand on his shoulder.

"Me either...but now you're a fuck-buddy, not just some other dude. I kiss the people I fuck." He said calmly before placing his hand behind my head and planting a ******** kiss on my lips.

This was a first for me. This was not the gentle, intimate kisses I shared with the women in my life. Collin's kiss was more ***********; a show of power and respect, and it didn't take long before I found the new experience satisfying, masculine, and erotic.

"Too bad this job might take me away from here. I could get used to this **** every now and then." Collin said, using my underwear to clean his cock before getting dressed.

"You've never had a problem generating interest. I think you'll be able to find a guy that suits your taste." I said with a smirk, gathering my clothes and removing my cum-soaked tie.

"Maybe...I like the casual thing with dudes. Cock when I want it, and nobody hassling me when I don't. You might be a hard act to follow." Collin said, straightening his hair and gathering his backpack. "Thanks for reference letter, Hank. I hope our paths cross again sometime."

I was still tucking-in my shirt when he left my office.

Sacrée surprise

La réunion s'étant terminée plus tôt que prévu, je décidai d'avancer mon retour et d'en faire la surprise à mon épouse, Anne-Laure, que j'ai laissée seule une fois de plus. Mon travail exige de fréquents déplacements, quelquefois de plusieurs jours, et je culpabilise toujours un peu en la quittant. Nous habitons un petit bourg, pas toujours très animé, surtout l'hiver, et j'ai souvent peur qu'elle s'ennuie.
À bientôt quarante-cinq ans, Anne-Laure a conservé une silhouette alléchante qu'elle entretient par une pratique régulière de la natation. Brune, de taille moyenne mais bien proportionnée, ses formes avantageuses attirent souvent le regard des hommes, ce qui n'est pas toujours pour me déplaire. Après avoir élevé nos enfants, elle occupe désormais ses journées entre des visites à quelques amies et du bénévolat dans une association caritative.
Je me fais une joie, ce soir, de l'emmener au restaurant, de passer une soirée en amoureux, les enfants ne rentrant pas avant le week-end prochain. Après vingt ans de vie commune, il est important de se ménager de temps en temps des petits plaisirs
Arrivé près de la mai***, je me gare à distance pour qu'elle ne m'entende pas, bien décidé à lui faire la surprise. Tout est calme, le salon est éclairé ; elle doit sûrement s'y trouver. Je rentre par le garage, sur la pointe des pieds, et longe le couloir qui donne sur le salon, sans éclairer. La porte est entrebâillée. Je m'apprête à entrer quand je perçois des éclats de voix, ou plutôt des cris qui viennent de la pièce.
Je risque un œil dans la pièce, et découvre un spectacle qui m'immobilise sur place. Mon épouse est étendue sur le canapé, entièrement nue, et devant elle, me tournant le dos, un inconnu, nu également, qui, manifestement, est en train de la baiser.
Pendant une minute je reste figé, appuyé contre le mur, totalement abasourdi par l'incroyable scène. J'en ai le souffle coupé, les pensées se carambolent dans ma tête à me donner le tournis. Peu à peu, je retrouve ma respiration. Un sentiment de colère m'envahit. Sur le point de faire une entrée fracassante, je me ravise et jette à nouveau un œil dans la pièce, en repoussant légèrement la porte. Tapi dans l'obscurité du couloir, ils ne peuvent pas me voir.
L'homme, que je ne connais pas, doit avoir soixante, soixante-cinq ans, peut-être plus. De taille moyenne, plutôt mince, les cheveux blancs coupés courts, *** visage ridé et les membres dégarnis évoquent clairement un âge avancé. Agenouillé devant mon épouse, il lui tient les jambes relevées et écartées et la pénètre avec une belle vigueur, en poussant des « han » de satisfaction.
Je suis sous le choc, n'arrivant pas à croire ce que je vois. Un curieux sentiment s'empare de moi mêlant la colère, la jalousie et l'envie. La scène est totalement surréaliste, et étrangement, me captive. Je regarde Anne-Laure, la tête sur le bord du canapé, les yeux mi-clos, sa chevelure brune rejetée vers l'arrière. Sa poitrine généreuse se soulève en cadence, secouée par les assauts énergiques de l'inconnu.
Mais qui est-il, bon sang, d'où sort-il ? Les questions se bousculent.
Comment mon épouse a-t-elle pu trouver du charme à ce vieux, et répondre ainsi à ses avances ? Quels atouts a-t-il pu mettre en avant pour la séduire, et réussir à gagner ses faveurs ? A-t-il de l'humour, est-il doux et gentil, intelligent ?
Anne-Laure partage ma vie depuis plus de vingt ans, elle a été une mère de famille dévouée et a toujours rempli *** devoir conjugal sans rechigner, mais sans plus, le sexe n'étant pas sa priorité. J'ai bien tenté quelques fois de pimenter nos ébats, mais sans succès.
Ce que je découvre là me laisse pantois. Elle semble prendre *** pied la garce ! Sacré surprise !
— Ouiii... ouiii... Antoine ! Vas-y plus fort, l'encourage-t-elle.
— Tu me sens bien, ma belle ? Tu aimes, hein ?
— Ohhh... Antoine... oui...


Ce nom d'Antoine me dit quelque chose... Bien sûr ! C'est un retraité qui travaille aussi comme bénévole dans la même association que ma femme. Il lui téléphone effectivement de temps en temps à la mai*** et il l'a emmenée quelquefois à des manifestations. Elle m'a déjà parlé de lui, le présentant comme un homme sympathique et convivial.
Je me demande soudain si leur liai*** dure depuis longtemps. Alors que je culpabilise à chacun de mes déplacements, peut-être en profite-t-elle pour se faire sauter par ce vieux. La colère gronde en moi à la pensée qu'il l'a peut-être déjà baisée ici, pendant mes absences, ou dans les locaux de leur association. Tétanisé, je continue d'observer passivement la scène.
L'homme se retire, en invitant Anne-Laure à se relever.
— Viens goûter notre petit ami, lui dit-il, il est chaud bouillant.


Le changement de position me permet de découvrir *** anatomie, que sa position me cachait jusque là. *** corps n'est pas celui d'un Apollon, loin s'en faut, il paraît même bien fatigué par les années, à en juger par les plis de sa peau. Mais au milieu de la toi*** pubienne, d'un blanc immaculé, se dresse une verge de belle taille, longue et épaisse, terminée par un gros gland lisse.
Un sentiment de jalousie m'envahit un instant car la comparai*** n'est pas flatteuse pour moi. Je comprends mieux maintenant l'intérêt de ma femme, car il est effectivement bien membré et démontre une belle vitalité.
Anne-Laure s'agenouille devant le sexagénaire.
Consterné, je la vois saisir le membre érigé à pleine main, refermant ses lèvres sur le gland turgescent. Elle le suce délicatement, faisant tourner sa langue autour du bourrelet, puis se met à le pomper activement, les lèvres glissant sur la tige de chair, l'avalant presque totalement, faisant gémir *** amant de plaisir.
— Oohhh, c'est bon... souffle-t-il. Ouiiii... Vas-y, suce-moi bien !


Bien sûr que c'est bon, car elle sait y faire, avec sa petite langue qui vous chatouille le gland. De nature réservée, bridée par une éducation rigoureuse, elle avait accepté tardivement la fellation dans nos relations, puis y avait pris goût, montrant rapidement de réelles dispositions. Il y a longtemps qu'Anne-Laure ne m'a pas sucé de cette façon, avec un aussi vif plaisir. Je suis stupéfait par la gloutonnerie qu'elle montre à avaler le sexe de cet homme, le visage collé à *** bas-ventre, tandis qu'il lui caresse les cheveux. La bite disparaît presque complètement dans la bouche affamée.
Complètement **********, je regarde ma femme lécher le sexe du retraité, avec une rare gourmandise, passant et repassant sa langue le long de la verge, lui prenant les bourses dans sa bouche et suçant les testicules tandis que ses mains courent sur les fesses et les cuisses nues de *** amant.
— Tu es bien dur, mon chéri, dit-elle, en le branlant vigoureusement. Tu aimes ?
— Oh oui, c'est bon, continue comme ça !


L'homme grimace de plaisir en regardant ma femme, déchaînée, s'activer sur sa bite qui se dresse fièrement. Je découvre une facette de ma femme que je ne connaissais pas, et bizarrement cela m'excite beaucoup. Tout autre mari, à ma place, aurait fait irruption et bouté le malfaisant hors de la mai***, avec pertes et fracas. Mais la vision de mon épouse engloutissant le sexe d'un autre homme m'excite et je n'ai pas envie de l'interrompre. Serais-je un pervers qui s'ignore ?
— J'ai envie de toi ! dit Antoine en se dégageant de la bouche affamée de mon épouse.

Et il l'aide à changer de position. Anne-Laure me tourne maintenant le dos, agenouillée sur le canapé, les bras posés sur l'accoudoir, les jambes écartées. Je la regarde avec envie, admiratif de sa quarantaine épanouie, de ses courbes généreuses qui damneraient un saint. Antoine s'est approché et pose ses mains noueuses sur les fesses rebondies, pressant la chair tendre et souple, puis les écarte, dégageant largement la vulve bombée.
— Tu as vraiment un beau cul, tu sais ! s'exclame-t-il en la caressant.


Le salaud ! J'aurais payé cher pour être à sa place à cet instant, mais ce n'est pas moi qui profiterai cette fois-ci de ce cul superbe. Je me contente de savourer la vue sur cette croupe généreusement offerte. L'effet de surprise passé, la colère a disparu, cédant à la place à une excitation grandissante ainsi qu'en témoigne le durcissement de mon sexe. Ils ne ***t qu'à quelques mètres de moi, j'entends et je vois parfaitement tout ce qu'ils font.
Il s'agenouille, et du plat de sa langue lèche voluptueusement les lèvres roses, brillantes et humides qu'il tient écartées de ses doigts.
— Hum... ça sent bon ! dit-il entre deux passages.


Sa langue fouille activement la chatte offerte, s'introduisant dans l'orifice trempé.
— Qu'est ce que tu mouilles, dis-donc ! J'adore les femmes qui mouillent comme ça.


C'est vrai qu'Anne-Laure mouille beaucoup, surtout quand on lui lèche longuement le clitoris, lequel grossit alors dans des proportions assez incroyables. L'homme a dû d'ailleurs le trouver car il s'exclame à nouveau :
— Waouh... quel clito ! Hum... hum... c'est bon !


La tête en arrière, ma femme se cambre de plaisir sous les titillements de la langue qui fouille allègrement *** intimité, lui agaçant *** petit bouton nacré. Elle gémit doucement quand Antoine lui pince le clitoris entre ses lèvres, et le branle délicatement.
— Qu'est ce que j'aime ta chatte, ma chérie !...
— Oohhh... Antoine... Oui... Continue, c'est bon !


La tête enfouie entre les fesses, il la lèche longuement, glissant doucement le long de la raie, titillant de la pointe de la langue la petite rosace brune et plissée. Anne-Laure, très sensible à ces caresses, répond en ondulant voluptueusement du bassin.
Le retraité se relève, pose un genou sur le divan, caresse la croupe nue et rebondie, puis guidant d'une main *** sexe bien raide, il pénètre mon épouse, s'enfonçant lentement jusqu'à la garde. J'imagine aisément ce qu'il doit ressentir en glissant dans ma femme. Anne-Laure a gémi pendant la plongée du membre durci dans ses chairs, tandis que je sens naître en moi un sentiment de jalousie et d'envie mêlées.
— Qu'est ce que t'es bonne... souffla-t-il. Humm... tu es douce !


À petits coups de rein, l'homme fouille le ventre chaud et accueillant de sa partenaire. Cela doit être efficace à en juger les cris de plaisirs qui fusent au rythme de la verge. Les mains accrochées aux hanches de mon épouse, il enchaîne des va-et-vient réguliers, plongeant sa bite gonflée dans l'étui douillet que je connais si bien.
— Ohhh... Ohhh... oui... Tu es dur ! Je te sens bien ! s'exclama mon épouse.
— J'ai envie de toi, dit-il... je veux te prendre.
— Ahhh, ahhh... Oui... Vas-y mon chéri ! Ahhh... prends-moi bien fort !
— Ohhh... Je veux te baiser !... Je te baise !


Je suis fasciné par le spectacle de ce vieil homme qui baise ma femme chez moi, à une cadence soutenue, lui tirant des cris de plaisir qui ré***nent à mes oreilles comme autant d'aiguillons. Le claquement des cuisses contre les fesses nues rythme les soubresauts de *** corps secoué. D'une main, il tient Anne-Laure par la hanche, et de l'autre il lui caresse la poitrine, passant d'un sein à l'autre, pressant les globes lourds et fermes.
— Tu as de sacrés melons... Ça c'est du nichon !


Je me rends compte que j'ai à mon tour une superbe érection. Je dégage ma verge du pantalon et commence à me masturber doucement.
Les seins généreux d'Anne-Laure ballottent sous les coups de boutoir du retraité, lequel alterne les rythmes rapides et lents, fouillant profondément l'intimité abandonnée à *** désir.
— Ouiii ! Antoine !... Je te sens bien !
— Qu'est-ce que tu es bonne, nom d'un chien !
— Ahhh ! Oui, viens, prends-moi fort ! Baise-moi !
— Oohhh... J'aime te baiser ! J'aime ta chatte, elle est douce !
— Aouhhh !... Oui... Baise-moi bien !


Je n'en crois pas mes oreilles. Jamais Anne-Laure ne s'exprime comme cela pendant nos rapports. Je découvre une autre per***ne, au langage cru, presque grossier, qui la rend terriblement excitante.
Mon regard ne peut se détacher de ce sexe qui défonce ma femme en la faisant crier de plaisir. Le membre plonge en elle complètement, disparaissant de ma vue, et je l'imagine fouillant l'intérieur des chairs délicates.
— Ahhh... Oouh... Tu es une sacré salope ! s'écria Antoine
— Ouiii... J'aime quand tu me baises, Antoine !
— Et ton mari, il ne te baise pas ?
— Si, mais c'est pas pareil. Ça fait longtemps maintenant, on est habitué. Cela ne me fait plus grand chose !
— Ah... Ta chatte est bonne, nom d'un chien ! répétait-il. J'aime ta chatte... Je vais te bourrer petite salope !
— Oui... Baise-moi ! Bourre-moi bien fort, Antoine !


Je suis vraiment étonné de sa résistance, et de l'énergie qu'il déploie à la tringler. Par moment il sort *** sexe complètement du vagin avant de replonger à nouveau, très lentement. Sa verge paraît avoir encore gonflé, et quand le gland, énorme et rouge, ***** la vulve, Anne-Laure pousse des cris de contentement. Tout en la pilonnant avec régularité, il lui caresse doucement l'anus avec *** index, après y avoir déposé un long filet de salive.
Consterné, envieux, je comprends qu'il va bientôt profiter du « petit trésor » comme elle dit, qu'elle m'a toujours refusé, malgré mes nombreuses demandes. Lentement il enfonce *** doigt dans le petit orifice, tandis qu'Anne-Laure se cambre légèrement. Il le fait aller et venir, assouplissant ainsi la petite rosette. C'est bientôt deux puis trois doigts qu'il introduit dans *** intimité, la fouillant fiévreusement. Celle-ci gémit de plus en plus, totalement abandonnée aux caresses de *** amant.

Quelle salope !
— Oohhh... Antoine... Ouuhh ! C'est bon ! souffle-t-elle.
— Dis-donc, ton petit trou est bien souple ! On doit y passer souvent, non ?


Elle ne répond pas, se contentant de hocher la tête en signe de dénégation.
— Ah bon... dit-il étonné. Pourtant j'aurais juré le contraire !


Consciencieusement il lui doigte l'anus, avec des petits mouvements de moulinet.
— Aouhh... Ouiii... Ahhh, Antoine !


Les doigts accélèrent, sous les cris d'Anne-Laure qui ondule sa croupe de plus en plus, les reins cambrés, la tête en arrière.
— Ouiii... Ouiii... Ouuhh Antoine !
— Voyons cela de plus près ! dit-il en dégageant *** sexe du vagin et en le mouillant de salive.


Puis il l'appuie sur la rosette plissée, et je vois le gland presser les chairs, et lentement disparaître dans l'orifice, tandis que ma femme pousse un cri de douleur et de plaisir mêlés. Le sexe d'Antoine est d'un bon diamètre, et la pression pour Anne-Laure doit être très importante. Il s'arrête, la laissant s'adapter, puis reprend sa lente plongée dans les profondeurs les plus intimes de mon épouse.
— Ahhh... Nom d'un chien, quel cul ! s'exclama-t-il après l'avoir pénétrée totalement. Qu'est-ce que c'est bon !


Il se retire lentement puis la pénètre à nouveau, s'enfonçant cette fois-ci d'un seul coup, qui fit de nouveau hurler Anne-Laure.
— Aaaahh... Oooouhhh ! crie-t-elle, tandis que la verge du retraité s'enfouit en elle, plongeant vers les trésors cachés.
— Ohhh... quel cul ma belle, c'est pas croyable ! crie-t-il en la bourrant maintenant avec vigueur. Qu'est-ce qu'il est doux !


Pendant de longues minutes le sexagénaire la sodomise, n'hésitant pas à lui claquer les fesses, ce qui a l'air de lui plaire.
— Et dire que tu n'as pas laissé ton mari te baiser le cul,... Un cul comme celui-là !
— Ohhh... Ouiii... Ouiii ! Ohhh... Antoine !
— Oui, jouis ma belle, vas-y ! Jouis !
— Ouhhh... ouhhh, c'est bon... Baise-moi, Antoine, baise-moi... !


Les cris de jouissance de mon épouse ré***nent dans ma tête, et je la contemple, fasciné par le membre long et épais qui va-et-vient entre ses fesses rebondies. L'excitation du retraité est à *** comble et il lui martèle le cul avec une vigueur incroyable.
— Allez, jouis... ! crie-t-il. Vas-y, jouis de ma bite !


Tout cela me paraît complètement irréel. Le claquement de ses cuisses contre les fesses de ma femme à chaque pénétration ré***ne à mes oreilles, et m'excite encore plus.
— Tu aimes que je te prenne par le cul, hein ? Tu aimes ?
— Oui Antoine, j'aime ça... C'est trop bon !


Ma queue est dure comme elle ne l'a plus été depuis longtemps.
Un grand cri ré***ne soudain dans le salon, et je comprends que le retraité vient de jouir, profondément planté dans le cul de ma femme.
— Putain, que c'est bon !


Il s'est cambré, les yeux fermés, et la pilonne violemment, en la tenant fermement par les hanches. J'imagine la semence qui fuse en jets saccadés, inondant l'intimité douillette qui l'a accueillie. Dans la foulée Anne-Laure a crié également, *** corps secoué de soubresauts, témoin d'un orgasme particulièrement intense. Leur jouissance provoque la mienne et j'éjacule en silence dans le couloir obscur, maculant le mur de mon sperme brûlant.
Mon orgasme a été particulièrement fort, et je reprends mon souffle peu à peu, le front mouillé de sueur.
Après s'être longuement vidé les couilles au fond de *** rectum, le retraité s'est affalé sur le dos d'Anne-Laure, *** sexe toujours planté entre ses fesses, en la caressant de ses mains noueuses.
— Ohhh Antoine, dit-elle, c'était bon, tu sais !
— Oui ma chérie, c'était bon... j'aime te baiser, tu es vraiment bonne !
— Antoine...


La tension retombe lentement.
Sans bruit, je fais demi-tour et sors par le garage, laissant les deux amants à leur soirée qui n'est sans doute pas finie.
J'ai du mal à réaliser ce dont je viens d'être témoin. Ce n'est pourtant pas un rêve, et je vais devoir m'y faire. Je réalise que je suis vraiment cocu, mais un cocu content, content que sa femme soit bien baisée.
J'arriverai demain, comme prévu, des idées plein la tête, bien décidé à redécouvrir mon épouse, à profiter de ses nouvelles dispositions.

Baisé par mon beau père et un voisin de jardin...


Ma femme aime de temps en temps me prendre avec un gode ceinture. Nous prenons ensemble une jouissance réciproque.

Alors que nous pensions être seuls dans la mai*** de vacances de mes beaux parents. Nous avons eu un rapport sexuel terminé par une enculade avec le gode ceinture comme à l'accoutumé, d'avoir inversé les rôles, en étant la soubrette de ma femme.

Ce jour la mon beau père nous surpris sans nous le dire. Le lendemain alors que j'étais seul avec mon beau père celui ci m'invita à le rejoindre dans le garage :

" Alors, tu te fais prendre par ma fille ? Tu aimes te faire enculer ?"

Je suis devenu rouge, je n'ai pas répondu, j'étais chancelant.

" Enfile cette lingerie et monte dans la voiture ! Ne dit rien ! Tu t'es fait baisé par ma fille ton beau père, lui va, en faire autant !"

Je me suis habillé, redresse seins, string et bas résille le tout noir puis j'ai enfilé mes habits.

Nous avons roulé puis nous sommes arrivés au jardin familial où mon beau père possède un abri de la voiture. La pluie fit *** apparition et de la voiture à l'abri je fus trempé mes affaires collaient et laissaient entrevoir cette lingerie.

Nous somme arrivés à *** abri il me déshabilla lentement en m'embrassant je me laissais faire (un désir naissait en moi)

Sans la moindre gène mon beau père contempla mon sexe et me dit "petit mais beau" mon regard croisa le sien gêné je n'ai pas répondu. J'étais chancelant. Mon regard fixant *** sexe grossissant.

" Tu veux me sucer ? M'a t il demandé. Je ne lui répondais toujours pas. Il me poussa sur la table, m'allongea dessus. Je sentais *** haleine forte il me caressait comme si j'étais une femme, me mordillait les seins, mes hanches et me griffait les fesses.
(J'ai oublié de vous dires que je suis un peu enrobé avec des formes naturelles, seins, bas ventre et petit sexe).

Il avait une forte odeur de male en rut. Sa queue était raide et luisante. J'ai baissé la tête vers *** sexe pour le prendre dans la bouche (une première) au préalable j'y ai mis un préservatif que mon beau père tenais à sa disposition dans sa cabane.

.Mon beau père a soupiré de surprise et de plaisir. Il m'a traité de salope, de petite pute. Je devenais *** jouet. Il se montrait ferme et directif il écarta mes jambes et m'introduis un doigt dans le cul.

J'ai eu un gémissement de plaisir il s'en aperçu et m'insulta de nouveau, je sentais dans ma bouche le goût acre de *** méat. Je voyais à ma grande surprise que je pouvais faire jouir un homme avec ma bouche.

D'un seul coup, la porte s'est ouverte. J'ai senti une présence. L'homme a fermé la porte :
" Et bien mes salops, Jean qui se tape un homme en travesti"

Mon beau père débanda sec ! Moi je suis devenu plus rouge qu'une tomate. Plus un bruit, je me sentais pute, j'étais toute chose dans cette situation.

L'homme dit à Jean : " Il suce bien ta salope ?"
Mon beau père se trouvant ridicule ne dit rien comme bloqué.

Alors que j'étais toujours sur la table, l'homme commença à me caresser les cuisses que j'écartais, un doigt m'a enculé.

Puis il se mit nu, il sentait la sueur il était mal rasé. Il m'a enduit le trou de graisse végétale, a enfilé une capote, je lui ai demandé d'y aller doucement.

"Tu rêves salope "J'ai alors senti une pression sur mon petit trou. J'ai crié de douleur mais la douleur a fait place à la jouissance.

Il me monta cinq minutes puis se retira, me demanda de me mettre en levrette sur la table.

Il me fourra à nouveau *** sexe dans mon cul. Je me faisais littéralement défoncer devant mon beau père ce qui ne le laissait pas indifférent, il commençait à bander de nouveau.

L'homme dit à mon beau père :
" Jean, fait toi sucer par ta pute, il va te faire jouir dans sa bouche."
J'ai dit "Pas dans la bouche" L'homme qui rétorqua en me fessant :
" Ta gueule, suce et vide le. "

Je pris le sexe de mon beau père dans ma bouche, j'ai sucé comme une femme, je jouissais, je me cambrais aux assauts de ce pervers qui m'enculait. Je me sentais humilié mais heureux de jouir et de faire jouir deux hommes matures.

Puis l'homme s'est agrippé à mes hanches il a joui et a déposé au fond de sa capote et au plus profond de moi :
" Oui petite bourgeoise reçoit ma semence, joui aussi salope..."

J'ai retiré le sexe de mon beau père et lui ai répondu :
" Oui encule moi, fait moi jouir, fourre moi la bien".
Puis j'ai repris le sexe de mon beau père dans ma bouche pour le finir.

La situation a excité mon beau père, j'ai senti sa bite vibrer, J'ai reçu plusieurs décharges de *** sperme dans ma bouche la dernière plus visqueuse que les autres.
Je l'ai regardé en léchant sa queue.

Il m'a dit que je suçais mieux que ma belle mère. L'homme est parti, m'a remercié et a dit à jean que cela resterait entre nous.

Pendant tout mon séjour, je suis devenu (e) la soubrette de mon beau père. Mon cul a exaucé les rêves les plus fous de mon beau père.

Depuis mon retour de vacances, je suis dans un état second, je rêve de devenir l'amant d'un homme mur dans la région où je demeure dans le sud 77 j'ai quarante trois ans...

texte hard qu'un ami Allemand m'a fait parvenir voici la version original

merci @ lui

Cuckold Bekenntnisse - schamlos und schonungslos erzählt


Das wahre Ereignis aus der Sicht des Ehemannes Ric:

Wir hatten auf mein Betreiben hin ein Treff mit einem Dom, der uns am Parkplatz auf der Autobahn erwartete und Miriam dann auf einem einsamen Waldweg begrapschte und schließlich mit Kondom fickte...ich machte nichts und sah nur zu. Sie kam übrigens laut wimmernd auf seinem Glied und beschwerte sich aber nachher bei mir, dass der Typ so nach Schweiß roch, obwohl er ganz sicher eher nach Geld stank - doch mit Geld haben wir absolut nix zu tun! Das war der erste Kontakt, der mich sehr erregte, Miriam nicht so sehr, weil sie sehr auf Äußerliches aus ist.

Der zweite Kontakt gelang über ein Inserat, wo wir einen 30jährigen Kärntner kennenlernten. Wir trafen uns abends an der Autobahnraststätte und saßen an einem Tisch. Er war nicht sehr gesprächig, aber sympathisch, wirkte sauber und erzählte von einer Cuckold Beziehung mit einem Paar. Er sagte, dass er sich uns lieber gleich mal anschauen wollte und ich bekam davon schon einen Steifen. Ich dachte, dass Miriam nicht so schnell wollte, doch sie sagte dem Typen zu und dann fuhren wir zu einer verlassenen Scheune in der Nähe. Er befahl uns, mit ihm hineinzugehen und (während ich das schreibe, habe ich einen Steifen) ich musste meine Hose runterziehen und mich sogar im Finstern wegdrehen. Mein steifer Schwanz (er misst nur 13 cm von der Schwanzwurzel bis zur Spitze) pochte wie wild. Es war wohl das geilste Erlebnis, das ich je hatte...Dazu musste ich noch meine Hände hinter dem Körper verschränken also ging kein Wichsen. Hinter mir - ich durfte ja nicht umschauen - hörte ich meine Frau aufstöhnen und Kleidungsstücke rascheln, ein Reißverschluss und eine rauhe Stimme befehlen. Mich herrschte er an, mich ja nicht umzudrehen und ja nicht zu wixen. Dann wurde es still, beide stöhnten und er plötzlich sehr laut. Dann ging alles wieder rückwärts. Er befahl uns, ihm per email zu schreiben, wann und wo wir uns ausführlicher treffen könnten, für ein Weekend oder länger - Ferienbegleitung. Doch während wir heimfuhren, berichtete Miriam, dass er sie wohl ohne Kondom gefickt und vollgespritzt hatte. Lange blieb ihre Regel aus - ich denke sie war so aufgeregt, wegen einem Anschlusstreff, dass sie keine Blutung mehr hatte, doch dann passierte es doch und das Erlebnis war nicht wiederholbar...

Ich selbst bin Ric, ein Mann mit zu kleinem Glied und kleinen festen Hoden. Miriam bedauert das sehr, denn je mehr sie sexuelle Lust verspürt, umso mehr wollte sie richtig erfüllt werden. Und das konnte sie dann bei ihren bisherigen beiden Männern sehr gut und kam wild stöhnend, natürlich auch wegen der devoten Vorstellung. Sie ist eine wilde Luststute und hat wunderschöne lange Schamlippen - sie will dann gleich gefickt werden, wenn alles stimmt... Ich wünsche mir schon richtig meine Abrichtung durch einen Dom und die von Miriam. Dieser Dom sollte mich in seiner Wohnung nackt anbinden und vor meinen Augen Miriam vernaschen. Dazu sollte ich lange vorher Sexverbot bekommen, aber wie er das richtig organisieren will, weiß ich nicht, nur dass er die Prallheit meiner Hoden eigenhändig prüfen sollte, nachdem ich lange Sexverbot habe...das wäre mein Wunsch - mich ein wenig quälen und erniedrigen, das macht mich sehr an. Ich weis auch nicht, ob es Miriam gefallen würde. Das ist etwas unsicher. Nun frage ich euch - wollt Ihr einen Mann erniedrigen und ihn fesseln, oder ist euch der "dritte" Mann eher egal...seid Ihr bi? Ich weiß ja nicht wie Ihr auf mich wirkt...vielleicht kann ich nicht mit euch...??? Oder Miriam nicht? Ein Treffen, vor dem ich ihr sage: Im Restaurant zum Krug warten zwei Doms auf uns - geht so was?
Vielleicht habt Ihr eine Idee...ich würde mich freuen, jedenfalls habt Ihr jetzt einen Eindruck und wenn Ihr wünscht, dass ich mehr Intimes per Email schildere, mich devoter euch gegenüber verhalten soll, dann schreibt es mir nur. Ich dankefür euer Interesse und grüße euch Leser sehr höflich und gehorsam.

Das Ereignis aus der Sicht von Miriam, der Frau: der erste Kontakt:
die Geschichte oben hat Ric erzählt, ich muss meine Sicht ergänzen, denn so klingt es etwas unklar als ob ich so eine doofe Zicke wäre - und das bin ich sicher nicht ))
nun habe ich mir etwas Zeit genommen und erinnere mich lebhaft an unsere Sexerlebnisse und bin nicht so ganz einverstanden mit dem Stil und dem Inhalt, wie mein Ric die Geschichte erzählte. Er tat so, als wäre die erste Begegnung mit einem Dom für mich deshalb unangenehm gewesen, weil der so nach Schweiß roch. Das ist zwar wahr, das störte mich ein wenig, aber es war für mich schon im Vorfeld eine so spannende Atmosphäre, dass ich es kaum beschreiben kann. Wie würde er mich anreden? Was würde er fragen? Konnte ich ihm auf alles ehrlich antworten? Was würde er Ric tun lassen? Wie würde sich Ric anbieten? Ich muss sagen, dass ich Ric die letzten zwei Jahre oftmals sagen hörte, ich soll es doch mal mit einem echten großgebauten Mann probieren, aber ich hatte Angst, dass es mir zu gut gefallen könnte. Ich mag Ric sehr, aber es gefällt mir gerade deshalb besonders, ihn etwas süchtig auf mich zu machen, eifersüchtig wenn möglich! Ich weiß, dass er ein etwas zu kurzes Glied hat, das sehe ich an jedem FKK-Strand und das ist sein Komplex, den ich ausnutze, um ihn wild auf mich und eifersüchtig und richtig geil zu machen. Er ist dann ein wilder, verzweifelter Liebhaber, das ist eine heiße Mischung!!!

Nun war es nicht so ein kurzes Treffen mit dem ersten Dom wie Ric das schilderte: Wir trafen uns an der Autobahn in einem Imbiss, tranken Kaffee und der Dom setzte sich gleich besitzergreifend neben mich. Das hat mich schon total gepackt! Er erhebt einen Anspruch auf meinen Körper! Ich würde ihm in ein paar Minuten gehören, sein Glied aufnehmen, ihm Lust schenken, die Ric nicht bekam. Wie würde er mich nehmen? Ich schreibe dies hier wie vereinbart ohne dass Ric es zu lesen bekommt, wenne s dann im Internet ist, dann haben wir vereinbart, bleibt es da stehen.
Ich spürte zum ersten Mal die freche Dominanz eines Mannes (das ist ein irre starkes Gefühl!), der mein Nacktfoto schon gesehen hatte und auch das von Ric und der vielleicht über Rics kurzes Glied geschmunzelt hat und sich gedacht hat: "Dem zeig ich wie es geht!" Er forderte mich auf, zur Toilette zu gehen und mein Höschen auszuziehen. Das stellte mich vor ein Problem, denn unser Gespräch wurde total von dem Dom beherrscht und er fragte uns gezielt nach unseren Sexgewohnheiten aus, wir antworteten halblaut aber ehrlich und das machte mich auf die Dauer heiß. Als ich auf der Toilette war, zog ich das Höschen wirklich aus und erschrak, weil die Geschichten nicht ohne Spuren gewesen waren. Das Höschen war ziemlich vielsagend feucht....vorsichtig ausgedrückt. Was tun? Ich wurde von der Situation noch erregter und hielt es verzweifelt unter den Händetrockner. Zum Glück kam niemand daher. Es funktionierte nicht so schnell, ich musste ja zurück und als ich am Tisch war, wollte der Dom natürlich das Höschen sehen. Er war aber selber wohl etwas aufgeregt, hatte ich den Eindruck, und so schaute er nur auf die Schnelle auf die falsche Stelle oder so und dann steckte er mein Höschen schnell weg, ohne etwas zu bemerken. Im Restaurant waren nun mehr Leute an den Nachbartischen und ich spürte die Hand des Dom fest auf meinem linken Schenkel. Das genügte um mich erregt zu halten, zum Glück schaute niemand zu uns herüber. Er befahl - weil es ein heißer Tag war - dass wir in den Wald fahren sollen und das taten wir auch. Dort war es schon weniger geil für mich, denn er grapschte etwas ungeschickt an mir herum, ich saß auf dem Vordersitz und das Auto hatte so einen abgetrennten Beifahrersitz, dass es eher unbequem war - dazu pochte mein Herz wie wild, hoffentlich kommt niemand daher. Ric saß stumm auf dem Rücksitz - mein armer Cucky!!! Der Dom holte ein Kondom hervor und ließ Ric auf den Vordersitz wechseln. Von dort konnte er zusehen wie der Dom mich ohne viel Vorspiel nahm, sein Glied war schon sehr groß, das war ja auch insgesamt mein dritter Mann im Leben, mit dem ich Sex hatte und die anderen waren viel kleiner gewesen, also kam ich sehr schnell. Es ist schon ein etwas stärkeres Gefühl, das sollten die Frauen offen zugeben, die immer schreiben und sagen: "Die Gliedlänge spielt für mich keine Rolle!" Sie lügen um ihre Männer zu schützen, klar.
Das war auch nicht das einzige Treffen mit diesem Dom wie Ric das schrieb: Bei unserem zweiten Treff gingen wir - weil es ja Sommer war - an einen einsamen Strand, ein zugewachsener Baggersee in der Nähe der Autobahn. Es war schon Abenddämmerung und wir kamen dort an. Ric hatte dem Dom gemailt, dass ich gesagt hatte, dass er etwas nach Schweiß roch - er hatte eine lange Anfahrt und war ein großer starker Mann, der kann schon mal schwitzen. Nun bot er mir an, dass ich ihn abwaschen könnte, er hatte eine Tube Duschlotion dabei. Wir zogen uns alle drei aus und der Dom führte mich ins Wasser. Es ist vielleicht ökologisch nicht sinnvoll, aber es war eine geile Szene, wie ich da bis zum Bauch im lauwarmen Wasser den Dom abseifte, immer wieder fasziniert von seinem Penis, den ich da zum ersten Mal richtig bei Tageslicht sah. Der stand wie eine 1 und genoss meine Schaummassage. Am Ufer stand nackt und erregt Ric. Leider erschien noch ein zweiter Mann, der uns auch erregt zusah, ein kleines altes Männchen. In einem Ufergebüsch hatte Ric inzwischen eine Decke abgelegt, ein Sexnest, wohin wir jetzt gingen, ich musste den Dom abtrocknen, er zeigte mir wo und wie und ich fühlte mich erregt wie eine Dienerin, eine Geisha nach dem Bad ihres Herrn. Da ich mich dabei in verschiedener Weise um ihn herumbewegen musste, schaute er mich genüsslich an - wie auch leider das alte Männchen, das sich im Gebüsch einen runterholte. Ric stand mit seinem Steifen herum und wagte wohl nicht auch zu wichsen. Der Dom kümmerte sich wieder nicht viel um ihn. Dann war mein Körper trocken und der Dom legte eine Decke über uns beide, unter der er mich mich geschickteren und geduldigeren Händen als letztes Mal ganz schön auf Touren brachte - dabei sagte er Dinge zu mir, die ich hier lieber nicht wiedergebe. Er drückte meinen Kopf unter die Decke, da war es zwar heiß, doch dann war ich mir sicher, dass mir niemand zusah und das erregte mich wieder mehr. Mein Mund begann mir weh zu tun. Doch ich erschrak richtig wie er kam und ich plötzlich sein Stöhnen hörte und mein Mund sich füllte. Ich wusste nicht ob ich das wirklich schlucken müsste und während er noch stöhnte, spuckte ich das lieber aus. Er war aber böse und zog mich grob an meinen Haaren. Das erregte mich im Moment. Aber gleichzeitig fragte ich mich plötzlich, warum ich so einen groben Kerl auch noch bedienen soll, wenn ich selber dabei nicht komme. Er strebte auch gleich zum Auto und fuhr ab. Er schrieb zwar noch ein paar Mails, doch Ric hatte inzwischen den etwas jüngeren Kärtner im Internet gefunden und der hatte uns sein Bild geschickt - hübsch schlank, gut aussehend, erfahren, jung und gebildet. Mit dem kam es zu meiner entscheidenden Prägung was das Cuckyspiel angeht, denn nun wurde Ric ganz deutlich gezeigt, wer er ist und wie er zu gehorchen hat.

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Nun zum zweiten Kontakt
Der zweite Kontakt - mein Mann hat es schon geschrieben - war wieder eine Sache über das Internet. Und zwar haben wir beide die diversen Seiten durchgeforscht und dann sind wir auf dieses Inserat gestoßen, das nicht ****** und frauenverachtend und doch bestimmtend genug war. Es wurde deutlich, dass der Typ (Hermann hieß er - HERR+MANN!!!) sehr gut weiß, was er will und was er kann - kein Verbalerotiker, den man nicht treffen kann. Ich erschrak bei mir selbst, als ich spürte, dass ich so einen Typ Mann erleben wollte, denn der sagte ganz deutlich, dass er den (Ehe)Partner als nebensächlichen Beobachter bestenfalls dulden - eher schon erniedrigen würde. Der sollte sich vielmehr bereit halten, dass er auch dienen muss - wie, das war mir damals nicht so ganz klar! Ich stellte mir vor, dass Ric von ihm sexuell hergenommen würde... Es ging ein paar Emails hin und her und ich sah ein paar Bilder von ihm - keine "Schwanzfotos" - das törnt eine Frau eher ab - sondern er zeigte sich in Badehose und Boxershorts als sehr schlanker muskulöser Typ. Ich wurde weich immer wenn wir in unserer Mailbox seine Mails fanden. Hätte mein Mann seine Hand damals in mein Höschen gesteckt, da hätte er ganz schön gestaunt, wie weit ich schon beim Lesen der langen aufschlussreichen Emails war - echt bereit!!!! Es ging etwa einen Monat hin und her, denn keiner von uns drei hatte echt Zeit, doch dann war es soweit! Wir fuhren - ich mit Zittern und erregt - abends zu der Raststätte, trafen ihn dort am Tisch und setzten uns zu ihm, ihm gegenüber diesmal. Es war dort zu der Zeit ziemlich leer, da konnten wir uns in Ruhe beschnuppern. Ich bemerkte, dass er sehr ruhig war, stille Wasser sind tief, dachte ich mir. Er fragte zuerst belangloses Zeug und sagte, dass er lange Anfahrt aus Kärnten gehabt hatte. Meinen Mann beachtete er echt nicht, wenn der was sagte oder fragte hörte er drüber hinweg. Nur mich fixierte er mit festem Blick, ich kann es schwer beschreiben, wie solche Blicke auf eine Frau wirken...er fragte mich und beobachtete mein Gesicht haargenau, nichts entging ihm, ich weiß nicht, ich war so gespannt...war ich erregt? Aufgeregt? Ich hätte nie gedacht, dass ich zu solchen Zuständen fähig bin! Verwirrt antwortete ich und immer intimer wurden die Fragen, die Ric schließlich ganz zum Schweigen brachten, weil sie nur mich betrafen: Ich antwortete mit Mühe, sollte die Form meiner Brustwarzen beschreiben, andere intimere Fragen, alles - ich fühlte mich wie ausgezogen und am ganzen Körper betastet. Es war ein irres Gefühl!!! Dazu schaute Ric sehr verworren drein, denn er kam gar nicht zu Wort. Es war ein Verhör, eine Einstimmung und eine raffinierte Dressur: Ric wurde abgerichtet, dass er nichts zu sagen hatte - ich wurde dazu dressiert, ohne Nachzudenken alles Intime herauszusagen. Nachdem sich zwei Männer am Nebentisch niedergelassen hatten und seine Fragen oft um das Thema Orgasmus und Mehrfachkontakt kreisten (wir haben ja kaum Erfahrung - bis auf diese Berichte) wurden die spürbar still und aufmerksam. Doch er ließ nicht nach und begann ein heißes Spiel, so dass ich plötzlich in meinen Antworten leiser und leiser wurde, er aber immer lauter. Er hakte nach und die zwei Männer schauten mich voll an, als ich einmal den Blick hinüberstreifen ließ. Hatte er sie absichtlich eingeladen? Er sagte einmal deutlich laut: "Wenn man mit so einem kurzen Pimmel verheiratet ist, dann muss man sich gelegentlich einen größeren reinschieben lassen, was meinst du, Holde?"

Ich weiß noch genau wie die zwei Kerle nebenan in die Hände husteten vor Lachen und Ric knallrot wurde, ich wohl auch...doch was tat ich? ich lächelte und sagte halblaut: "Naja, kann schon sein..." Dann sagte er zu uns "also gehma!" in einem Ton, der keinen Widerspruch duldete. Die Fernfahrer starrten uns nach - ich dachte schon: "Oh Schreck - die kommen uns jetzt nach!" Und ich wagte mich nicht umzusehen. Draußen war es stockfinster, Hermann forderte uns auf zu unserem Wagen zu gehen und stieg vorne zu Ric ein. Er sagte zu ihm in herrscherischem Ton: "Du weißt hier in der Nähe sicher eine alte Scheune, wo ich euch mal genauer ansehen kann, fahr da mal hin!" Ich weiß noch, dass wir in den Emails dies angeboten hatten oder unsere Wohnung, wo er aber nun nicht hinfahren wollte. Schweigend fuhren wir durch die Nacht - auf dem Hintersitz spürte ich deutlich, dass Hermann total in der Kontrolle der Situation war. An dem Gebäude angekommen, weit und breit kein Mensch, öffneten wir den Türflügel und traten ein. Er redete Ric ziemlich unverschämt an und sagte: "Los zieh dich mal aus, nackt!" Als ich im Dämmerlicht schaute, sah ich schon dass Ric total erregt war und sich irgendwas erwartete. Doch der Dom befahl ihm barsch: "Dreh dich um und Hände hinter den Rücken, damit du nicht wichsen kannst!" Es muss für ihn sehr erniedrigend gewesen sein, er konnte nicht sehen, wie mich der Dom mit geschickten Händen total entkleidete und zwischendruch zu Ric hinüberzischte: "Dass du dich keinesfalls umdrehst!"
Nun stand ich nackt da und meine Kleidung lag auf dem Scheunenboden. Sein Finger fuhr gleich in meine Grotte und ich spürte erst jetzt dass ich total bereit war. Er flüsterte mir ins Ohr so verschiedene Sachen zum Aufgeilen, ich hatte in meinem Kopf einen richtigen Wirrwarr, da fasste ich an sein Glied, das war ziemlich lang, jedenfalls fast doppelt so wie das von Ric, das stand fest. Ich brauchte das in dem Moment total und spürte seine Hände auf meinem Busen ich stöhnte erst auf als er zu fest zugriff und drehte mich weg. Das betrachtete er wohl als Frechheit und stieß meine Beine in die Grätsche - gleich danach drängte er sein Glied an und dann in meine Grotte. Ich kann es nicht beschreiben wie es sich anfühlte, ich war zu durcheinander, jedenfalls glaube ich sicher, dass ich gekommen bin, vielleicht sogar genau dann als er kam. Ich erschrak heftig,weil ich darauf nicht vorbereitet war, Ric hatte das Kondom in seiner Tasche, er kam aber nicht mehr dazu irgendwas zu sagen. Und so bekam ich Angst, dass er mich befruchtet haben könnte, aber es war eher unsicher, denn ich war kurz vor meiner Periode. Aus mir lief eine lange Spur von seinem Sperma, die Beine hinab, doch ihm war das egal, er sagte: "Ankleiden!" Und das taten wir auch, obwohl es ständig aus mir sickerte. Wir fuhren zur Autobahn zurück und wurden beauftragt, ihm sobald wie möglich zu schreiben, wann wir ihn wieder einladen können.

Rics Fortsetzung:

Wir sprachen ein paar Tage nicht über das Erlebte...wir hatten da gerade etwas viel zu tun - beide - und es war uns angenehm, zu spüren wie sich der Druck der Lust wieder aufbaute. Sicher ist es für einen Dom auch nicht so leicht, ein Pärchen zu finden, das sich gleich auf Anhieb so bedingungslos unterordnet wie wir. Ein paar Tage später schaute ich neugierig in das Email-account und siehe da: Herrmann hatte schon zwei Mails geschrieben!!! Der einen Mail hatte er eine Geschichte (wohl aus dem Internet) beigefügt, die andere war nur ein kurzer Befehl: Antwortet endlich Ihr devoten Geschöpfe...oder so ähnlich lautete die Mail. Wir mussten uns aussprechen. Es dauerte nicht lange, da wurde klar, was bei Miriam los war. Ich hatte immer den Eindruck gehabt, dass sie das alles manchmal nur mitmachte, besonders nach dem spannenden Warten auf die Regel, das war für sie eine Folter, dachte ich mir. Aber man soll nicht so schnell von sich auf andere schließen. Sie sagte so vorsichtig, dass wir den Herrmann ruhig mal wieder treffen könnten - nicht ganz so unangekündigt wie da kürzlich, denn man soll sich nicht absichtlich in Abenteuer stürzen. Aber ein Treffen in unserer Zweitwohnung, die schon seit zwei Jahren unvermietbar ist - weil nicht renoviert und ungünstig gelegen - das könnten wir uns ja mal ansehen...es wäre nur ich, der seine Zustimmung geben muss - sie würde schon wollen. Wir haben uns so ein wenig im Gespräch aufgegeilt und sie wollte gleich Sex mit mir und murmelte so geile Sachen in mein Ohr, ich weiß nicht mehr was aber sie kam dann richtig schnell und laut wimmernd und ich spritzte auch gleich danach. So bekam ich also den Auftrag, eine Email zu schreiben, ich habe sie noch, Miri schaute zu wie ich schrieb und korrigierte das eine oder andere. Hier also der Text:Hallo sehr verehrter Dom Herrmann, wir sind bereit, Sie wieder zu treffen. Wir müssen uns für die lange Sendepause entschuldigen und möchten am nächsten Wochenende einladen in unsere Wohnung in........... in der ..........str. 6 1.Stock. Wir möchten noch gerne wissen, ob wir uns irgendwie vorbereiten sollen oder was wir mitbringen müssen. Es gibt dort an Wochenenden keine Läden, wo wir einkaufen könnten, also müssten wir Speisen und Getränke bereits mitbringen und fragen Sie, was Sie haben möchten. Es hängt auch davon ab, ob Sie sich für das ganze Wochenende freimachen können, so wie wir. Bitte sagen Sie uns Bescheid etc. Das war also unsere Mail udn der Dom antwortete sofort, kaum drei Stunden später sagte er uns, dass wir ihn in ............... abholen sollten, denn (am Freitag um etwa 18 Uhr war das) dann käme sein Zug an. Er beauftragte uns, Seile und Kerzen, Schinken, Käse, Brot, mehrere Flaschen Rotwein (ich glaube er nannte sogar noch die Marke) und eine Landkarte der Gegend mitzubringen. Den Rest würde er dabei haben. Miriam sollte schöne Unterwäsche und Reizwäsche haben und ich sollte mich ordentlich auf was gefasst machen. Ich war wirklich sehr neugierig, weil ich mir damals noch nicht vorstellen konnte, was er mit mir anstellen würde. Ich hatte nach dem ersten Treffen den Eindruck gehabt, dass er an mir nicht interessiert war und auch nicht bi war - das war mir nur recht!

Es dauerte alles irgendwie so ewig lang - die Tage krochen und ich beobachtete Miri genau. Freitag abend ging es los, wir hatten ihm geschildert, wie und wo wir uns dort am Bahnhof treffen würden, dass er dann mit uns zu unserer Wohnung fahren würde - er hatte jetzt unsere Handynummer - oder besser die von Miri - und ließ sich alles genau erklären. Miri lächelte so als sie mit ihm sprach und kicherte und lachte - es kam mir gleich so vor, dass das schon mehr war als bloß eine Wegbeschreibung...Sie huschte herum, den ganzen Tag hatten wir uns frei genommen, die ganze Woche hatten wir keinen Sex gehabt und jetzt sollten wir richtig heiß gemacht werden, denn der Dom ließ schon spüren, dass er das Sagen hatte!
Wir kamen an der Wohnung an, parkten unseren Wagen und betraten die Wohnung. Durch unsere lange Abwesenheit war sie etwas staubig und wir versuchten ein wenig zu putzen, ich musste da natürlich helfen, schließlich war wenigstens ein Raum sauber, die Fenster geputzt. Es dauerte. Miri zog sich bereits das dritte Mal um, sie hatte für dieses Weekend viel mitgenommen und viel vorgenommen. Sie lächelte mich immer an und sagte: "Was wird er wohl mit DIR machen??? Bei mir bin ich mir sicher, was er anstellen wird - hihi!"Die Betten waren frisch überzogen und im Kühlschrank standen die verlangten Speisen.
Es war nun Zeit loszufahren, der Zug würde bald kommen. Er stieg aus. Er übersah mich fast und ergriff auch nicht die Hand, die ich ihm anbot. Er hatte sich eine schwarze Lederhose angezogen, ein schwarzes Muskelshirt und war ja von kräftigem Körperbau. Miriam umarmte er kurz und zog dann mit ihr an der Hand Richtung Parkplatz los. In der anderen Hand hielt er eine große schwarze Tasche.. Wir traten in die Wohnung ein, er zog die Tür hinter sich zu, die schwarze Tasche legte er in der Diele ab. Wortlos ging er in der Wohnung umher, er wollte wohl wissen, ob da irgendwo irgendwas war, was ihm missfiel. Und tatsächlich fiel ihm auf, dass in einem Zimmer ein staubiges Bett und ein etwas kümmerlicher alter Schrank herumstanden, und alles etwas vernachlässigt war. Miriam lief rot an, irgendwie hatte sie mit so unsexy Äußerungen nicht gerechnet. Wir hatten ihn nicht dazu aufgefordert, aber er nahm schließlich im Hauptsessel des Wohnzimmers Platz und zeigte vor sich auf den Boden. Wortlos deutete er. Wir stellten Stühle hin und er fauchte uns an: "Setzt euch da zu meinen Füßen, los!" Wir nahmen vor ihm auf dem Teppich Platz - komisch, ihn so anschauen zu müssen. Er verbot mir nach oben zu blicken da starrte ich auf das Muster im Teppich. Er fing langsam zu sprechen an: "Wann war euer letzter Sex? Wer hat mit den Zärtlichkeiten angefangen? Du Miri? Warst du da schon feucht? " Ich hätte mir nie gedacht, das man zu Ficken so peinliche Fragen stellen kann...Er griff zu und zog unsere Köpfe in seinen Schoß und ich roch die Lederhose. Plötzlich war ich Miri ganz nahe, die von der anderen Seite auf seinem Hosenschlitz lag. Er drückte unsere Köpfe sanft nach unten in die Hose und ich konnte mit dem Gesicht natürlich nicht viel spüren, nur soviel, dass die Hose gefüllt war. Ich staunte nicht schlecht, als ich sah, dass Miri anfing, die Hose genau an dieser Stelle zu lecken. Sie war irgendwie ein geiles Luder geworden, oder? Sie blickte auf zu Herrmann und er kraulte sie am Kinn und griff langsam in ihre Bluse..."BH ist verboten, Miri - dafür gibt es Strafen!" Miri stammelte, dass sie das doch nicht wissen könne. Er zog sie sanft aber nachdrücklich am Ohr. Ohne dass ich mir erklären konnte, warum, bekam ich eine schallende Ohrfeige, und als Miri in mein Gesicht schaute, lachte sie los. Ich musste schon dämlich dreinschauen. Ich wurde weggeschubst und lag wieder auf dem Boden, Blick auf das Teppichmuster. Oben raschelte etwas, Stille, dann ein leichtes Stöhnen von Miriam. Es wurde draußen bereits dunkel. Das Licht war nicht an und es war nicht genau zu sehen, was vorging.

Er begann zu sprechen, ich weiß nicht mehr genau was er da sagte, doch es war so irgendwie von den grausamen Foltern des Mittelalters die Rede von dem Pranger, an dem die verurteilten vor der Stadt eine ganze Nacht zu stehen hatten, als hilflose Lustobjekte der tagscheuen Strolche und Gauner, die sich an ihne nach Lust bedienen konnten. Miri stöhnte wieder und er fragte sie, ob sie sich das mal vorstellen wolle, sie sagte ja und er ließ sie aufstehen und sich ausziehen. "Arme auf den Strafbock!" befahl er ihr, ich sah nicht wo sie hinging, aber irgendwo dachte er sich einen Strafbock und stellte Miriam da ab. Er erhob sich und trat dabei wie zufällig auf meine eine Hand, das tat ganz schön weh, eine Woche lang danach noch. Ich durfte mich ja nicht rühren und lag da am Boden, Blick in das Teppichmuster. Zum ersten Mal kamen mir echt Zweifel, ob diese ganze Sache nicht doch bloß für ihn und Miri eine geile Sache war, so dass ich selbst eigentlich total außen vor blieb. Er kümmerte sich um meinen Schmerzensschrei auch null und ging hinüber und ich hörte seine Hand auf der weichen Haut von Miriam auf und abgleiten, es war ganz still im Raum. Er klatschte ihr irgendwo drauf und ihr Seufzer klang nicht nach Schmerz sondern eher nach lustvoller Erwartung.

Miriams Sicht:
Mein Mann der Ric ist schon ein wenig naiv, er meint, dass er selbst für so einen Dom ein interessanter Partner ist. Mir war von Anfang an klar, dass er nur eines im Sinn hat - wie so die meisten Männer. Doch ich würde nicht sagen, dass ich selbst genau etwas anderes wollte, ich bin eine Frau, die sich sexuell gerne gestresst fühlt, ich will unter Druck stehen und ein wenig Angst haben, gedrängt und gepackt werden und die zärtliche Art von Ric ist nicht immer das Beste für mich. Ich kann ihm ja auch nicht böse sein, weil er so sanft ist, aber ich brauche es halt etwas härter, wir sind alle unterschiedlich und ich bin nun mal so. Okay, ich war etwas zu angespannt als meine Tage ausblieben aber jetzt als sie kamen, gelüstete es mich nach mehr. Ein Glück, dass sich der Dom meldete und ich Ric leicht dazu überreden konnte, ihm positiv zu antworten, er kam mir überhaupt so
sexuell aufgeladen vor, ich glaube, er hatte in der Wartezeit sehr oft Sex mit mir und war dazu noch allein tätig, grins....
Zusammen bastelten wir eine entsprechende Antwort, die ich mir auf die Festplatte von meinem Laptop gespeichert habe - wie auch die anderen mails, die er uns und wir ihm später schrieben. Also so war der Text:Hallo sehr verehrter Dom Herrmann, wir sind bereit, Sie wieder zu treffen. Wir müssen uns für die lange Sendepause entschuldigen und möchten am nächsten Wochenende einladen in unsere Wohnung in........... in der ..........str. 6 1.Stock. Wir möchten noch gerne wissen, ob wir uns irgendwie vorbereiten sollen oder was wir mitbringen müssen. Es gibt dort an Wochenenden keine Läden, wo wir einkaufen könnten, also müssten wir Speisen und Getränke bereits mitbringen und fragen Sie, was Sie haben möchten. Es hängt auch davon ab, ob Sie sich für das ganze Wochenende freimachen können, so wie wir. Bitte sagen Sie uns Bescheid was wir anziehen sollen und wie wir uns Ihnen anbieten können, wenn Sie Zeit und Lust auf uns haben sollten. Wir werden Ihnen mit allem zur Verfügung stehen als Ihr Dienerpärchen miri und ric
Diese Mail machte mich sehr heiß, denn wenn man das genau liest, merkt man, welche Geilheit da möglich wird. Der Dom kann sich erlauben was er will und ich dachte mit Lustschauer an Fesseln und lange Sexspiele, die nicht mehr in meiner Macht lagen. Das macht doch einer echten Frau die größte Lust, dass sie sich einmal total als Nutte, als hilflose Fotze (sorry) fühlen kann und nicht immer die sittsame ordentliche Frau spielen muss. In jeder Frau - da bin ich mir sicher - steckt irgendwo tief drin diese Lust zur Totalhingabe. Unser Dom antwortete fast so schnell, als hätte er die ganze Zeit am Computer gesessen. Er gab uns eine Wunschliste für Einkäufe bekannt und kündigte seine Ankunft auf dem Bahnhof an. Wir mussten ihn abholen.
Für mich wurde das Stress total, denn ich konnte von morgens bis abends an nichts anderes mehr denken als an meinen Fummel - was sollte ich anziehen???? Was zieht man zu einem Dom an???? Da läutete das Telefon und der Dom war dran, weil er inzwischen unsere Handynummern verlangt hatte. Natürlich rief er mich an und fragte so nach dem Weg und dann nach meinem Outfit. Ich wollte ihm sagen, was ich anziehen wollte und er ließ mich kaum reden und erzählte mir dauernd, was ich für einen geilen Arsch hätte und dass er es mir besorgen würde und ob Ric zuhörte und dass er ihn ganz schön foltern wolle und ob ich damit einverstanden sei und ob ich gerne Sex unter Männern sehen möchte. Ich hätte einfach ja sagen sollen, aber Ric war neben mir und ich konnte nicht so deutlich antworten, lachte nur immer und sagte eben so "ja - ja" und er gleich: "Ja, das habe ich vor, da wird er leiden müssen, der kleine Wixer!" Und ich kann nichts rausbringen als "hihi" ich war ziemlich verlegen. Ich fühlte mich sicher, denn ich war kurz vor meiner Regel und da habe ich immer eine besondere Lust auf alles Geile und dachte mir schon, dass mich manche Dinge interessieren und auch erregen würden. Wer kann das schon so im Voraus wissen? Später habe ich begriffen, dass es genau drauf ankommt, wie gut so ein Dom ist. Und Herrmann war gut, der musste nichts heucheln oder sich verstecken, ein echter Dom eben. Ric war ganz aus dem Häuschen und lief erregt durch die Gegend, wenn man genau hinsah...hechel hechel...Dazu hatte er uns aufgetragen, keinen Sex mehr mitsammen zu haben, das war schon ein harter Schlag, denn ich war schon so erregt...irre!!! Wer dies liest, kann es sich vorstellen -andere kennen solche Gefühle leider nicht. Schade für sie.
Leider fing unser Treffen mit sehr unangenehmen Dinge an, denn unsere Wohnung war total ungepflegt und wir mussten erst mal einen Raum gut reinigen, da war schon lange niemand mehr gewesen. Natürlich musste ich das meiste putzen, das ist ja Frauensache...oder? Dafür rächte ich mich, indem ich ihm ganz schön Angst einjagte, was der Dom denn wohl mit ihm anstellen würde. Ich sagte ihm, dass er sogar kastriert werden könnte, wenn wir beide gefesselt waren. Er wurde irgendwie nervös und murmelte "Unsinn!"
Wir holten ihn am Bahnhof ab und er beachtete Ric kaum, als er mir die Hand gab, mich umarmte und meinen Arm ergriff und mich wie seine Frau dominant "übernahm". Ich wurde schon davon erregt, denn es sprach irgendwie etwas tief in mir an. Er war ganz in Schwarz und sogar eine Lederhose besaß er...am Auto angekommen leitete er mich auf den Rücksitz und Ric musste uns fahren - wie später noch oft. Im Haus schaute er sich alles genau an, stellte seine schwarze Tasche ab und ging mit uns ins Wohnzimmer, wo wir uns vor ihm auf den Boden setzen mussten. Unsere Gesichter drückte er in seinen Schoß, wo ich spürte, dass sich etwas regte, womit ich schon mal Bekanntschaft gemacht hatte. Ich weiß es ja nicht sicher, aber ich glaube ab diesem Moment war ich endlos feucht. Er fasste mir sanft an den Busen und war verdächtig zärtlich...ich präsentierte mich ihm auch, als ob ich es gelernt hätte...alles an mir war erregt. Der arme Ric musste einen Fehler gemacht haben, denn er kriegte eine Ohrfeige und musste sich auf den Boden legen. Ich dagegen durfte aufstehen und ging hinüber zum Schrank, musste mich total ausziehen (wenigstens war es einigermaßen warm) und legte meine Hände bewegungslos auf den Schrank, das war mein Pranger und er erzählte von Foltermethoden auf der ganzen Welt, hörte aber nicht auf, mich dabei zu streicheln. Ich genoss es total. Er packte mich auch heftiger, das war ganz genau das, was mich endlos erregte. Er sagte etwas Obszönes zu mir und dann ließ er mich stehen und den armen ric einfach am Boden liegen. Er befahl ihm, sich im Liegen auszuziehen und ric wand sich wie ein Wurm, soviel konnte ich aus den Augenwinkeln erkennen, denn ich wagte es nicht, mich umzudrehen.

Der Dom sprach zu uns beiden, als ric auch total nackt war: "So, ihr zwei Diener, jetzt kommt eure erste Aufgabe. Ihr müsst euch ohne Bewegung erregen, ich werde euch beide gleich überprüfen, kein Fummeln, keine Bewegungen - ihr müsst geil werden und bleiben bei der Vorstellung, dass euch jetzt euer Herr benutzen darf!" Ric bekam wohl einen Schreck, ich aber auch, denn wie sollte ich es anstellen, dass ich ohne Berührung die Zeichen weiblicher Erregung zeigte? Ich konnte mir schon vorsellen, dass er es mit einem Finger testen würde, wie weit ich war. Ich schloss also im Stehen angelehnt die Augen und bewegte mein Becken sanft vor und zurück, doch der Dom sah es genau und sagte bloß scharf: "Sklavin! Willst du bestraft werden?" Ich blieb still und er fragte, ob ich ihn nicht gehört hatte. Ich sagte, ja. Da klatschte er mir auf den Po wie einem Hündchen und fragte mich, wie der ganze Satz laute und ich sagte: "Jawohl Herr!" Und er war wohl zufrieden. Ich glaube er trat dann zu ric und sah ihm zu, ich weiß nicht, ob ihn der Blick des Dom nervös machte aber er sagte zu ihm hörbar: "Die Zeit ist bald um du schlappschwanz!" Auch ihm klatschte er wie einem Hündchen auf den Po, der stöhnte sogar auf, er musste fester zugeschlagen haben als bei mir. Irgendwie machte mich dieser kurze Schmerzenslaut geil, ich weiß bis heute nicht warum, aber ich spürte dieses heiße Gefühl zwischen meinen Schenkeln, da könnte ich schwören, dass sich bei mir etwas tat. Der Dom lachte: "Jetzt ist die Zeit vorbei und werde euch testen!" ric brachte es wohl echt nicht, er zog ihn am Ohr in eine Zimmerecke und da stand er nackt und mit schlappem Schwanz in meinem Blickfeld. Er musste sich wieder wie bei dem ersten Erlebnis wegdrehen und sah nur in die Ecke. Mir fasste er von hinten an die Muschi und murmelte leise: "Macht ihr Spaß, der kleinen! Schön feucht geworden. Das werden wir belohnen!" Ich dachte dass ich knallrot werde und war es wohl auch. Ich drehte mich um, eigentlich wendete er mich und schaute mich von Kopf bis Fuß an wie eine Sklavin auf dem Markt, der Blick ging mir durch und durch. Er hat so forsche Augen und einen stählernen Blick, er sieht eigentlich verdammt gut aus, dachte ich mir noch.

Rics Sicht

Nun befahl er mir, ich solle mich ausziehen und als ich dazu aufstehen sollte, drückte er mich zurück auf den Boden und ließ mich im liegen ausziehen. Das war schon irgendwie erniedrigend wie ein Tier da so herumzuwälzen. Ich lag also nackt da und Miri stand nackt am "Pranger"
und er hielt eine weitere Rede: Er sagte wir sollten uns auf Befehl von ihm sofort erregen. Jeder Mann weiß ja, dass das nicht geht und ich wollte mich anfassen, doch er hat es mir verboten. Ich drehte mich ein wenig aber es half nichts. Versucht mal ihr nackt am Boden einen Steifen zu kriegen. Er nannte mich einen Schlappschwanz weil ich nicht steif war. Er zog mich zur Ecke und da musste ich nackt mal wieder mit weggedrehtem Gesicht stehenbleiben und durfte nicht umschauen. Ich konnte leider nicht hören was er der Miri ständig ins Ohr flüsterte. Irgendwann verstand ich etwas wie "Schlappschwanz" und da wurde ich komischerweise geil und bekam einen Steifen aber jetzt schaute wohl keiner mehr in meine Richtung.
Ich versuchte zu lauschen, was da abging und hörte Atem und Hautberührung - ich glaube, der Dom war einfach geil auf Miri und wollte sie jetzt einmal ausprobieren. Ob sie dafür bereit war weiß ich nicht, aber obwohl er mich kritisiert hatte bei Miri hat er nichts gesagt, also hat sie die Sexprobe wohl bestanden. Es dauerte sehr sehr lange und mein Schwanz begann zu stehen wie eine Eins. Es war ganz still, manchmal Flüstern und dann atmete wer. Ich versuchte umzuschauen aber dummerweise hat der Dom gerade den Moment gesehen. Er schrie etwas wie "Sau du!" und zog den Reißverschluss seiner Tasche auf. Ich hörte rascheln, dann klirren und dann hatte ich plötzlich zwei Handschellen dran. Meine Hände hinter dem Rücken befestigt. Meine Beine wurde mit einem weiteren Seil umwickelt und ich war damit total hilflos. Er nahm sogar noch eine Augenbinde aus Seide und wickelte meinen Kopf total ein. Ich war echt blind. Dann zog er die Handschellen mit einem Seil hoch und machte es am Türrahmen fest. Er schloss die Tür und ich hörte nur noch leise Geräusche aus dem Zimmer in dem Miri und der Dom allein Sex machten. Was sie taten kann ich mir lebhaft vorstellen, denn es ging lange ein Gestöhne und Miri kicherte zwei dreimal auf und der Dom brummte mit seiner tiefen Stimme ein paar Bemerkungen. Miri sagte irgendwann nein und er sagte JA! und dann wurd ee swieder still. Mein Schwanz begann schlapp zu werden, die Arme taten mir weh und ich weiß nicht wieviel Zeit vergangen war. Jetzt war es plötzlich klar dass die zwei da drin fickten und das dauerte und dauerte, sie mussten die Stellung mehrfach wechseln und immer wieder stöhnte Miri und der Dom brummte und es quiekte unsere Matratze. Zwischendurch konnte ich mir vorstellen wie sie fickten udn das machte mich dann wieder geil. Miri schrie spitze Lustschreie und dann stöhnte der Dom auf wie ein Löwe und dann wurde es still. Nach längerer Zeit ging die Tür auf und Miri kam daher und sagte zu mir: "Armer Bubi!" oder so irgendwas und ich wurde von ihr abgeseilt und an den handschellen reingeführt. Der Dom lag auf dem Bett, sein großer Riemen hing so halb schlapp über seinem rechten Schenkel und er sah mich überhaupt nicht an. Er winkte Miri zu sich und ich stand da im Zimmer und wusste nicht was. Niederknien - befahl er endlich und ich hatte nun gerade einenSteifen und er zeigte darauf. Miri kam zu mir und berührte mich sanft. Sie wichste mich schnell und der Dom sagte sachter und da massierte sie mich langsamer. Ich hatte schon meine erste Vorsamentröpfchen, denn Miri wischte ihre Hand ab. Der Dom brüllte "Ablecken!" und ich musste ihre Hand mit meiner Flüssigkeit ablecken. Der Dom grinste breit. "Küssen!" Ich spürte Miris Mund und dann ihren Arm um meinen Hals. "Busen streicheln!" sagte der Dom und Miri streifte ihren Busen an meiner Brust - lange und geil - ich war wie zum Platzen geil.
Der Dom erhob sich und stand so vor mir, dass sein Glied in meiner Augenhöhe pendelte. "Hast du schon mal echte Männerpisse getrunken, du Sau?" fragte er mich. Ich sagte nein. Er klatschte mir eine und sagte "Nein Herr!" und ich wiederholte diese Worte deutlich und weil ich ihn anschaute, haute er nochmal drauf, schwächer. Er holte uns zwei Nackte heran und wir knieten zu seinen Füßen. Er war immer noch angezogen und wir knieten nackt vor ihm. Er murmelte, dass wir ihn nun auszuziehen hätten, denn er wolle sich mit uns amüsieren. Miri griff gleich zu und zog ihm die Kleider vom Leib. Ein dicker Fickprügel sprang heraus. Er musste ganz schön erregt gewesen sein, durch unsere Vorstellungen. Doch nicht genug. Ich kann nicht vergessen, was er dann forderte: "Amüsiert mich ihr zwei!" flüsterte er. Aber was sollten wir tun? Als wir uns nur anstarrten, schlug er uns je links und rechts eine Ohrfeige rein, nicht ****** aber spürbar. Also streichelten wir uns vor ihm, er saß im Sessel und wir knieten und berührten uns überall. Er war unzufrieden: "Könnt ihr nur küssen ihr Idioten?" zischte er? Also griff ich an Miris Brüste und ihr gelang es sofort, meinen Schwanz zum Stehen zu bringen, obwohl oder gerade weil meine Wangen noch schmerzten. Wir schauten ihn immer wieder an, ob er mehr sehen wollte oder was genau, aber er hatte die Arme verschränkt und sein Penis reichte ihm bis zum Unterarm. Er saß da wie ein Sexgott. Das machte mich heiß und ich ging geil auf die Miri los, bis er ein Halsband herausholte und lachte: "Den geilen Bock müssen wir ein wenig an die Leine legen, was Miriam?" Sie sagte gehorsam "Ja Herr" und schon hatte ich ein etwas zu enges Halsband um. Wenn er zog, dann wurde es noch enger, also etwas ungemütlich...Immer wenn ich etwas zu scharf an Miri ran ging, spürte ich einen plötzlichen Ruck aber komischerweise erregte mich das immer mehr, so dass ich dauernd auf sie losging, ihre Brüste und Muschi abgriff und jedesmal in einem bestimmten Moment einen scharfen Schmerz am Halsband spürte.

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2ème histoire tjrs en allemand

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Die folgende wahre Geschichte erzählt die Erlebnisse von Natali und Denis, vierunddreißig und achtunddreißig Jahre alt, einem Ehepaar aus Nogent-la-Bénie im französischen Zentralmassiv. Der Ort ist nur 2000 Einwohner groß und die Menschen dort sind etwas...naja...zurückgeblieben, engstirnig und intolerant. Als Natali ihren Denis auf einem Kongress ihrer Firma in Paris kennenlernte, hatte sie schon eine enge eheähnliche Beziehung hinter sich. Sie war kinderlos geblieben und durchaus etwas neugierig, ob sie nicht auch ein ganz normales Eheleben mit einem lieben zuverlässigen Mann führen könnte. Dieser zuverlässige Mann fand sich auf dem Kongress ihrer Firma; Denis war dort als Berater erschienen und sie unterhielten sich bestens. Denis war nun genau das, was sie suchte - ihre Bekanntschaften in Paris, wo sie geboren war, konnte man nicht als zuverlässig und brav bezeichnen - eben Großstadt. Jetzt aber Denis - ein kreuzbraver Mensch, geduldig und tolerant trotz allem. Er sah süß aus, etwas schlecht gekleidet aber schlank, wirkte neben ihr eher schmächtig...er kam größenmäßig nicht ganz an Natali heran. Die kam ihm wie eine Frau aus einer anderen Welt vor - in seinem Nogent-la-Bénie im Zentralmassiv konnte er eine solche Frau nie finden. Dort war er ein beliebter Mann, er hatte eine bescheidene Karriere bei der Beratungsfirma gemacht und es ging ihm nicht schlecht, wenn man ihn auch nicht als reich bezeichnen konnte. Das Häuschen hatte er von seinen früh verstorbenen Eltern geerbt und das einzige Problem war, dass er es in Ordnung bringen musste, als sich die neue Freundin Natali dort ankündigte. Die Natur vor der Haustüre begeisterte die Großstädterin und so kam es, dass Natali und Denis bald ein glückliches Paar wurden. Sie waren damals zweiundzwanzig und fünfundzwanzig Jahre alt - zwölf Jahre waren seither ins Zentralmassiv gegangen und obwohl sie sich beide sehr ein Kind wünschten, wurde es nichts...bisher.
Natali arbeitete nach ihrer Hochzeit nun eher selten. Sie fuhr ins Büro in der Nachbargemeinde eigentlich nur, weil es dort immer was zu erzählen gab - es war eine richtige Gerüchteküche! Natali wurde immer und immer wieder Ziel von Spott, weil es mit ihrem Baby so einfach nicht klappen wollte. Natürlich sagten es ihr die meisten Kolleginnen nicht direkt ins Gesicht - aber die Nachfragen nach Denis und seiner männlichen Leistungsfähigkeit rissen nicht ab. Oder aber die Mädchen und Frauen brüsteten sich mit den Männern, die ihnen mit ihrem ständigen Trieb angeblich so sehr auf die Nerven gingen. Nur Isabelle, die Kleine im 6.Monat, erzählte, dass es an einem Urlaubsort an der Atlantikküste geklappt hatte...so nannte sie das sichtbare Ergebnis ihres Sommerurlaubs. Bald würde sie dem Betrieb für die Babypause den Rücken kehren. Sie erzählte Natali von diesem herrlichen Sandstrand bis zum Horizont, wo die Pinien Schatten spendeten und unter den Bäumen ganz vereinzelt die Menschen in Zelten ihren Urlaub verbrachten und alles mehr oder weniger einsam war. Dort lief ihr Freund oder Ehemann zu seiner Top-Form auf - in den tosenden Wellen des warmen Meerwassers liebten sie sich angeblich unter dem aufgehenden Mond...romantisch bis zum Gehtnichtmehr. Natali hatte nichts besseres zu tun, als diese Erfolgsgeschichte brühwarm ihrem Denis zu servieren, ja, den Urlaubsort hatte sie sich gemerkt: Gravey hieß er. Dort könnten sie doch auch...