Mark Narrations Uploads - Playlist77,057 views • Oct 28, 2023 • Mark Narrations Uploads - PlaylistRelationship Reddit Stories, OP receives an email from his wife's co-worker to let him know that she's having an affair so OP confronts the situation.
Navigating the murky waters after an affair can be daunting. As your personal coach and guide who's been down this road, I'm here to tell you that you're not alone. Drawing from my own experiences, I share insights on one of the most challenging dilemmas – whether to stay or go after an affair. There's no black and white answer – it's a deeply personal decision, influenced by factors such as commitment, children, trust issues, or multiple affairs.We candidly discuss the possibility of leaving a marriage post-infidelity, the signs you should watch out for, and the importance of prioritizing your emotional wellbeing and compatibility. Setting personal boundaries and not letting others sway your decision is key. Therapy and coaching can offer valuable help during this tumultuous time. Regardless of whether you choose to stay or leave, communication and self-reflection are pivotal. This journey may be difficult, but remember, you CAN survive an affair and emerge a stronger person, ready to embrace life's trials and triumphs. Take this journey with me as we navigate through these complex emotions and decisions.Please follow me on instagram and facebook @happilyevenaftercoach and if you want to see what coaching is all about I offer a free 30 min. clarity call via zoom. Email me: email@example.com for any comments or questions. Thanks for listening, please like and review as well as share with your family and friends. My website is www.lifecoachjen.com
When a pair of suspects emerge after a South Dakota mother goes missing, investigators are led down a twisted and disturbing path to the truth.Recorded with a full house at Meadowlark Brewing in Sidney, Montana(Midwest Murder debut). Episode title submitted by: AnonymousVictim: Tami ReayLocation: Pierre, SDSupport the showhttps://linktr.ee/midwestmurderpod
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Mark Narrations Uploads - Playlist89,759 views • Oct 24, 2023 • Mark Narrations Uploads - PlaylistRelationship Reddit Stories, OP's husband admits to OP that he had an affair and now wants OP to be a mother to his affair child.
He’s told he must audition, sexually for fiancée's family. by deadeye_76, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.The Strange Will of Mr. Thurman.On Wednesday night, the day before Thanksgiving or 2010, I'd just met my fiancée's mother & sisters. The ‘audition' cover story fell apart when my bride to be, Gwen; insisted that her family level with me. The true reason for each of them planning to have sex with me was because of Mr. Thurman's will; and not because they were concerned for Gwen's future love life.“I'm sorry Mrs. Thurman. I can see you are in a tough spot. I can commiserate with you about this, but there are still dangers besides the personal issues. Can I tell you an old joke?”She looked puzzled. “Sure.”“It's one I heard a long time ago.” I sat forward. “A man was at a bar where he met a very desirable young lady. After a few drinks he leaned over and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a million dollars?' She looked at him and thought about it, but eventually said yes. He smiled and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a hundred dollars?' She looked aghast and said, ‘What do you think I am a whore?' He smiled and said, ‘We've already established that, now we're just bickering over price.'” I sat back and watched Mrs. Thurman.“So are you saying that this makes us whores?” She was not happy.“No, I'm saying this may be your deceased husband's way of proving the point that he believes that you, Sheila, and Gaby are; and that this is a dangerous thing we are doing. The final amendment is still unknown to you, right?”She looked at me carefully. “Right. We can't see it until it's time to declare that we have accomplished the first part of the will's demands; or decide to protest it.”“This is a very dangerous thing.” I was worried about what the real goal of such a vicious man would be. Is this really what he wants? He wants them to be whores to prove that they are? Is that really a test?She came right back at me. “But what choice do we have? If we do not do this before you two are married, we don't even get a chance at the rest of his estate. I should have some of that, don't you think?”“I agree that you should get some of the estate, Mrs. Thurman. I'm sure that I would want it if I was a family member. However, I'm just not sure that I can do this. Gwen?”Gwen looked up at everyone. She had been particularly quiet sitting there. “John, I love you. I want you to be faithful to me. However, I don't know how I can say no to my family on this.”I watched her carefully. She fidgeted and wrung her hands. She was very uncomfortable… as was I. “So if we do this, what's the plan?”Mrs. Thurman looked around. “Sheila, Gaby, and I already drew straws long ago to determine the order. I am supposed to go first, then Sheila, and then Gaby. You will sleep with each of us one night for the next three.”I looked over at Sheila and Gaby. They were also fidgeting and unable to meet my eyes. “Are you two willing to do this, considering you are married?”Sheila looked up and around. She opened her mouth and hesitated. Finally, she said, “Yeah, I guess so.”Gaby stared at me until she realized I was waiting for her to answer individually. She was staring at me as she answered. “No choice.”I went over and kneeled in front of Gwen. “Gwen, you must be absolutely sure that you can handle this. Saying now that you want me to do it and having to remember this for the rest of your life are two different things. Are you going to be able to face the fact that I had sex with the rest of your family?”“I don't know. I just think that I have no choice.”I stood up. “Okay, I'll do it.”Later that night I visited the bedroom of my fiancé's mother.Thanksgiving Day, 2010.I stared at the ceiling. Shit! I had lied to Gwen about fucking her mother. She knew I went in there to fulfill the requirements of the will, but if it ever came out she would go ballistic. I couldn't take it back now and she would feel like I was hiding something if she found out after believing that nothing happened. I really was in a fix now. I would just have to deal with it and live with it the rest of my life, because I didn't want to let this beauty go. But I also had two more women to go, her sisters. This was going to be an interesting but stressful weekend.The next day was Thanksgiving. We all tried to act like it was another normal Thanksgiving gathering and dinner. The food was good, but there was an underlying current of tension in everyone. We were all jumpy because of the arrangements. We managed to get thru the day, and it was an overall joyous occasion, but as we got closer to nightfall, things got quiet. Finally, we all peeled off and went to bed. Gwen and I went to our room and discussed nothing in particular as we put on our pajamas and got ready for bed. She was trying not to discuss that I was going to go to her older sister's room. Sheila was next up in the queue. Finally, at about 10pm, Gwen turned suddenly and pulled me into a bear hug. She whispered that she loved me and then pulled back. She looked up at me and tried to smile.“I guess it's time.”I nodded. “Yeah, it is.”Gwen put her head on my chest. “Please tell me again that this will not change what we have.”I lifted her head by her chin and looked directly at her. “This will never change us. I love you and you love me and we will always be together. This will be over after this weekend.”She put her head back down. “Okay, you'd better go.”I started to pull away, but Gwen held on a little longer, then finally relaxed her grip and backed away. She looked up at me. “See you in a little while.”“Okay.” I kissed her and smiled and left the room in my pajamas.I headed for Sheila's room. I knocked lightly and she called out for me to enter. I opened the door and she was already in bed. She smiled and waved me over. I went toward the bed.She grinned. “Take off your pajamas and get in here.” I complied and she watched closely. “Um. Nice cock.” I looked up at her quickly and she grinned again. “Well, if we are going to do this, I might as well enjoy it. My husband has been neglecting his duties, so I'm ready.”I was quickly tucked under the covers with her. “We don't have to do this, you know. We could just say we did.”“Not a chance.” I felt her reach for my cock and her covers fell away, revealing nice large tits. My cock hardened. “I can't wait to have sex with a new cock. This has given me the approval I needed.” I was now fully hard based on her rubbing my dick with her warm hands and displaying those voluptuous tits. “And a nice sized one at that.” She threw the covers back and looked at my cock, standing at attention while she held it. “Um. Did I mention that I love sucking cock?” She bent over and slowly licked around the head. I lay back and moaned. She smiled up at me and rearranged herself on the bed so that she was kneeling next to me. I could see that she had a fantastic body. How could her husband neglect that night after night? Maybe she was lying or there was more going on there than she knew.Sheila continued to lick and suck on my cock, and she was definitely into it. She gave it a final slurp and started to climb up over me. I looked up at her. “Are you ready? Do you need any lube?”She grinned and rubbed my cock along her slit. “Honey, I've been thinking about this all day and I warmed up a little while waiting for you. Yeah, baby, I'm wet and ready.” With that she slowly started lowering herself onto my cock. Fuck, she was tight. “Fuck yes, a good hard cock. That's what I really needed.”I reached up and grabbed her nice c-cup tits. “Nice tits.”She grinned. “Thank you.” Then she got serious. “Now let's fuck!”Sheila started bouncing up and down on my dick like a mad woman. She thrust herself up and down, up and down, groaning and mumbling how good it was at every step. She was very good at grinding her clit against me and I knew she was going to cum soon. Unfortunately, so was I. “Sheila, I'm going to cum soon.”“Hmm… okay… oh, fuck!”“Sheila, do you want me to try to get to your ass now?”“Not a chance!” She leaned over and stared directly into my eyes while she rotated her hips, stimulating her clit against my pubic bone and hair. “I'm going to fuck you until we both cum and then I'm going to suck you hard again and then you can fuck my tight ass.”That was the final straw for me. I started thrusting and thrusting, feeling the orgasm approaching. She started moaning and I could tell she was close, too. Suddenly, she erupted into an orgasm and held still for a second, then jerked, then held still, then jerked, and did this until she completed her orgasm. I was still thrusting and finally I came, too. I held her down against my hips as I buried my dick into her hot pussy as deep as I could get it to start spurting. I spurted and spurted, filling this sexy mother of two with my cum.She finally collapsed onto my chest. “Um. That was nice. I think I'm going to like having sex with you.”I pushed her up. “This is it, Sheila. Tonight is the last time we will have sex. Period.”“Okay, okay, no need to get upset. I'm just going to leave an open invitation out there for you, that's all.”“Sorry, not going to happen. I love your sister and I'm going to marry her. She's the one for me. Once we finish here tonight, we're done.”She stared at me for a second. “Hmmm. I guess that means that baby Gwen is pretty good in the sack, too, eh?”“No comment.”She shrugged her shoulders. “No matter. I've got you for a little longer tonight, and I'm not letting you go until we are done.”I groaned and she grinned. She clambered off me and lay next to me. She snuggled up against me and waited a few minutes for us both to catch her breath. Finally she rose up on one elbow, her body still molded to mine. “Well, John. Are you ready for the next round?” She reached out and cupped my balls and soft dick. “Not yet? Well, let's see what we can do about that.” She then leaned over and started cleaning and sucking my dick. Fuck! This woman was definitely into sex! I decided to tell her that.“Oh, shit, Sheila, you can really suck cock!”She lifted her face from my crotch and grinned evilly. “Damn right!” Then she buried her face back into my balls and licked them from the bottom up. She finished by going all the way up my dick and then burying it into her mouth. Fuck! I groaned and she pulled off.“Um. I see that somebody's dick wants some of Sheila's ass. You ready stud?”I stared at her for a second. “Uh, yeah.” I was barely recovered from the first fuck and she had my dick hard and quivering again.Sheila sat up and patted me on the hip. “Get up and do this right. Get behind me and fuck my ass hard.”I was amazed at how different this woman was in and out of the bedroom. She was fucking amazing at this. I crawled up onto my knees and she turned and got on all fours with her face buried into a pillow. She turned her head to me for a second.“Fuck my pussy for a few moments to get nice and wet and then shove it in my ass. I love ass-fucking, so you shouldn't have any problems.”I crawled around behind her and stared at the voluptuous ass in front of me. Her little brown star was winking at me as she appeared to be flexing it. I moved up behind her and aimed my dick at her pussy. I eased it in. Our combined lubrication in her pussy meant that my dick was soaking wet instantly. I slowly fucked her a few times to get it ready and then pulled it out.“Yeah, baby, fuck that sexy ass.”I moved forward and pushed my dick against her asshole. “You mean this ass?”“Fuck yeah! Do it! Fuck me!”I pushed quickly and her ass opened up and my dick went all the way to the hilt in one solid thrust.“Oh, yeah, fuck me baby!” Sheila kept after me to fuck her, so I did.I pulled back and started thrusting. I would pull back kind of slow and watch as her ass clamped onto my dick and then I would quickly bury it. Each time my hips slapped up against hers and she moaned. I could feel her rubbing her pussy with one of her hands and I just started fucking her hard at that point. There was no attempt at her satisfaction now. I just pounded her and looked for my next cum. I wanted to fill her nasty ass with as much cum as I could. I fucked and fucked and she started rolling her hips a little as she played with her pussy and that pushed me to the edge. I was fucking her hard and enjoying it immensely. I was on that edge, wanting it to last forever, but also badly wanting to cum. Suddenly she shuddered in orgasm and the rhythmic squeezing of her ass put me over the top.“Oh fuck! Here it cums!” I buried myself in Sheila's tight ass and pumped a load deep into her. I pumped and pumped and was exhausted when I finished. I collapsed on top of her and pushed her flat on the bed.“Nice job, John. I think you're going to keep Gwen well satisfied.”I lay there on top of her feeling her flex her ass and the nice contour of her bubble butt. “I plan on it.”“Um. Just stay there for a minute until your dick shrinks and naturally pops out of my ass.”I lay there, feeling her under me. I started relaxing and finally my dick popped out of her ass. She giggled. “Oh, yeah. Nothing like a good pussy and ass fucking to take the edge off.”I rolled off to the side and stared at her. “Is your husband really neglecting you?”She grinned. “Yeah. I think he has a little something on the side at work, so I have a friend who comes over and makes sure I don't get too horny.” I must have been staring at her after that. “What? Don't get all high and mighty until you've been in that position. I'm a woman reaching my sexual peak and all he can do is drool over the bimbos at work.”“Okay.” What could I say to that. “I think I'll get cleaned up and go.”“Okay, lover. I'll be sure to tell Gwen how good you were and took good care of her sister.” She gave me an evil grin and wink.“No, thanks.” I threw my pajamas back on and went to Gwen's room.Gwen was not even pretending to be asleep this time. She was sitting up and reading her book – at least that's what she was trying to do. She looked up as soon as I entered.“Well?” She looked at me apprehensively.“Your older sister is a little freaky.” I decided I had to tell her the truth about this one.Her face showed her disappointment even though she knew why I went in there. “I figured. She was always the one telling us about her sexual exploits in college.”“She also admitted to me that she thinks her husband has a mistress so she has a lover, too.”Gwen stared at me. “She actually said that?”“Yeah.”Gwen got quiet for a minute. “So you fucked her?”I stared at Gwen, trying to portray the regret that I felt. “Yeah.”“Did you enjoy it?”“Are you sure you want to talk about this?”She looked down and then back up, staring at me. “Yes, I want to know.”“I didn't really enjoy it, but I did cum. She was very good.”“She was?”“She was even a little – I don't know, maybe a little slutty?”Gwen stared for a moment. “Do you think there's any truth to my father's accusations?”“No. Absolutely not. I know that they are strong, independent women. I also know that they were not wallflowers in college, but there's a big difference between having a healthy sex life and being a slut!” I said that emphatically, trying to ensure that she understood my position.“I agree.”Gwen lay down and turned away from me, saying nothing more. I thought she might be mad. I crawled into bed with her and lay there, thinking about what I should do, or what I could do. I could come up with nothing. I was completely ill equipped to handle this type of situation. I decided it was best to just lay there and not try to bother her.I lay there and listened to her breathing. She didn't' seem to be relaxing. Finally, she turned toward me and put her arm over my chest and her leg over mine. “I'm sorry. I know we asked you to do this. It's not your fault.”“I'm sorry that I had to do it.”She rose up and kissed me on the lips. “I love you. I always will.”“I love you, too. Always.”I was much more capable of relaxing now and thought about tomorrow. I was hoping tomorrow would be easier. Finally, I went to sleep.I woke up and knew that it was morning by the light streaming in the window. There was no sign of Gwen. I sat up and looked around. The door was open and I could hear talking downstairs. I walked down there and Gwen and her mother were cooking breakfast. Gwen came immediately over to me and put her arms around me. She gave me a big kiss.“Good morning, my favorite man.”I answered her. “Good morning, my most favorite woman.”She grinned. “C'mon. Let's eat before my sisters get up.”I agreed and we sat down for breakfast. It was the most relaxing meal I'd had since I arrived. I was holding out hope that the rest of the day would be easy, but I knew deep down that it wouldn't be.Friday after Thanksgiving, 2010.I had just finished breakfast on Black Friday with my fiancé and her mother. I thought about what lie ahead. I had already fucked my fiancé's mother and sister in order to fulfill the requirements of this weird will that her father had left when he died. Gwen didn't know I had fucked her mother. I had lied and said we couldn't do it. I had told her the truth about her slutty sister Sheila. Now, I had one more sister to go; Gaby.The middle of the day went quickly for me. I took my time getting ready and the four women all went to do some shopping. They were avoiding the large malls, but were going to hit some small stores. I watched some football and caught up on some reading.About 5pm, they strolled back in, carrying a few bags each from their trip. They were all laughing and having a good time. When Gaby looked over at me I saw her blanch. She was definitely feeling stressed out about our meeting later that night. Gwen came over and gave me a big, wet kiss and they all flounced upstairs to put their purchases away.Dinner was leftovers and we all gathered around in the kitchen to dip into the containers and fill our plates. I got a little of everything and was second in line for the microwave, so I was sitting with Gwen as the other three were finishing and warming their food.She leaned over to me and I smiled. She smiled back and then leaned closer to my ear. “I love you more than I can express.”I turned my head after she said that to see tears welling in her eyes. I pulled her in and gave her a hug and told her I loved her. About that time her mother came out of the kitchen.“Hey, you two, get a room!” She said it jokingly, but it seemed that Gwen was not to be cheered up. She didn't laugh or respond, she just went back to eating.The scenario this evening was the same as the others. We watched a little television and then everyone went to bed early.At 10pm, I was ready to leave my room and head toward the room of yet again another Thurman woman. Gaby was the middle child and had been married for about 3 years. She had a one-year old that her husband had taken to his family's house for the holidays. She was supposed to join them tomorrow for a couple of days.I said my good-bye to Gwen and headed to Gaby's room. When I entered, it was very dark. I waited for a couple of seconds to get my night eyes and then moved toward the bed. I could hear her breathing and her nervousness was so evident as to be discernible from 10 feet away.“Gaby?”“Y, Yes?” She haltingly answered, her voice breaking.I sat on the bed. “Are you alright?”I heard her take a deep breath. “Yes, but I can't have sex with you.” She said it in a breathy whisper.I was not surprised. “That's okay.” I lay down on top of the covers. “I'll just lay here and we can talk for a while. We don't ever have to tell anyone anything.”“Okay.” She seemed to relax, although I couldn't see her. “I might have been able to do it.”I thought about how she said that for a second. “Might have?”“Yes. My husband and I decided to try for another child and I went off birth control a couple of months ago. I can't have sex with you at all. I'd be too worried and scared that it wouldn't be Bill's.”“Oh, I see. Well, that's fine. We'll just talk for a while and then I'll go back to Gwen.”“Okay.”We discussed her life and she was just getting back into working, but she and Bill had really wanted to have three kids. She was already 27 and didn't want too much time between them, so they had decided to try again this fall. I could tell that her family was important to her and she, like most mothers, couldn't stop talking about her son. I told her about Gwen and I and she giggled when I told her how Gwen practically kissed my face off after proposing.“That sounds so unlike her. I guess I haven't seen her with a boyfriend or a date in so long, I don't know what she's like with men.”“She's an amazing woman.”Gaby giggled. “I'm glad I had a reason not to have sex with you. I can see that you really love Gwen and I can't think of how I would have felt around her if we had. I would always feel so guilty.”“Yeah, it would be tough.”There was silence for a few moments and then she whispered to me. “Did you have sex with my mother and Sheila?” I was quiet for a second and she continued. “No, don't tell me. I don't want to know.”I thought about it. “I think you probably already know the answer to that, don't you.”“Yes.” She whispered.“Okay, it's been 20 minutes. I'm going to go back to Gwen, okay?”I felt the bed move and then her lips were on mine. She kissed me just lightly and then pulled back. “Thank you, John.”“You're welcome.” I stood and went back to Gwen.When I opened the door, Gwen was awake and reading by her bedside lamp. She was surprised to see me and it showed. “Back already?”“It seemed like long enough to say we did it, right?”Gwen waited until I crawled up alongside her. “Yes, but you didn't, did you?”“Can you keep a secret?”“You know I can.”“Gaby just went off birth control because she and Bill want to have another baby. No way was she going to do anything with me. We just talked.”Gwen latched on to me hard and gave me a crushing hug. “Thank you.”“You're welcome.”I lay down next to her and rested my left hand on her arm. I did this a lot. I loved just having a hand on her, knowing she was there beside me. She turned off the light and went to sleep in about 5 minutes. I lay there awake for a while, trying to logically work my way through this will. I mean, if he thought they were sluts, why would he have them do this? Was this really his plan? To humiliate them with the betrothed of the one daughter he still thought highly of? Wouldn't that actually do the opposite of what he wanted? Why? I fell asleep with these thoughts rolling around in my head.The Lawyer's Saturday Inquisition.When I awoke the next morning, although it was Saturday, Gwen was already dressed and coming into the room. “Wake up, sleepyhead. We have an appointment with the lawyer in about 2 hours. You need to get showered, dressed, and have breakfast before the 30 minute drive.”“Argh! I think the stress has worn me out every day.”She sat on the bed and gave me a quick kiss. “Are you ready for this?”I looked at her and grabbed her arm as she went to get up. “Wait. Let me ask you something. If your father thought your mother and sisters were sluts, why would he have them prove this with me, your fiancé? Why would he have them do what he hated? What is his motive?”She stared at me. “I don't understand what you mean.”“In the middle of the night something occurred to me. What if his goal was not to have them do it, but to see if they refused? What if this was a test of his theory? It seems to me that he may have done this to see if your family would prove his point. If your family did this, then they would be the whores he says they are and he gives them nothing. If they don't, then maybe they have proved that they are not sluts and deserving of his estate.”Gwen stared at me and I could see the wheels turning. “I see what you mean. I can't see why he would do this when he would already be dead.”“Did you listen to the hate, spite, and loathing in that letter? Your father did not sound like a well man. I think that may have clouded his judgment.”“Hmm. Maybe. I don't know what to say. You are playing with my mother's inheritance and even some that would come to me.”“I know, but I can't help feel that I'm right.”“So what are you going to do?”“I don't know. I need to shower and dress and think about this some more.”I crawled out of the bed and headed for the shower. I received a sharp smack on the ass from my lover and I turned and wagged my finger at her. She just stuck her tongue out at me.“Promises, promises.”She grinned and left the room.I showered, dressed, and ate a quick breakfast. Everyone was a little subdued and didn't ask me what I was going to say to the lawyer.The drive was terrible. I felt like I did as a child when my mother took me to the dentist for the first time. Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you look at it, everyone was the same and nobody talked at all. It left me time to go over my thoughts again. I think I had it right. When I told Gwen, it seemed to confirm to me as I said it out loud that it was a test. If these three women went ahead and had sex with his youngest daughter's fiancé, the daughter who appeared to be his favorite, they would be confirming his dark fantasies and he would cut them off. If, however, they refused, then maybe they had passed the test and he would give them the money. Of course, as awful as that letter sounded, I could be completely wrong. I was in a quandary. I had no idea what to do.When we arrived we were shown into a large conference room and offered refreshments. After getting some coffee and water for us, the receptionist left and we waited for the lawyer, Mr. Thibodeau. He came in after we were there about 15 minutes. I was going over my decision on what to say the entire time. I knew that I really wanted to say nothing happened, but I didn't want to take away the opportunity for the Thurman women to get their inheritance. The man who wrote that letter sounded so awful that I didn't think he deserved to deprive them of that.The lawyer introduced himself and when he got to me he smiled. “Mr. Williams. So glad to meet you.”“Thank you, sir. It's John.”He smiled and turned to head into the other room. “Now, these ladies have been waiting for this for a while, so why don't we go into the other room and discuss this situation.”Mrs. Thurman stood up. “Wait! Don't we get to be in on this?”Mr. Thibodeau turned. “No, I'm sorry. The instructions were very specific. You'll have to wait out here while I go over everything with John.”Mrs. Thurman looked petrified. “Okay.” She didn't sound at all sure of that.We entered Mr. Thibodeau's office. It was richly furnished in dark woods and had a beautiful view out the window. The downtown area was in full view. His bookshelves were full of law and reference books and everything looked freshly dusted. He waved me to a beautiful wood and leather chair and then went behind the desk to sit in his.“Mr. Thibodeau? Can I ask you a question first?”“Sure, John. What is it?”“I heard so many great things about Mr. Thurman, but none of that seems to jibe with the man who wrote that provision in the will. How is that possible?”Mr. Thibodeau looked at me carefully for a few moments. “You are right. You might not know it, but Don had a stroke about a year before he died. His entire personality seemed to be affected by this. He was never the same again. He became mean, short-tempered, and jealous, traits he had never before shown. It was very sad and I counseled him strongly against this provision, but he did what he did anyway.”“I see. Can I ask another question?”He smiled. “Sure.”“Isn't it odd that he has asked these women to do what he despised in order to get his estate? I mean, why not have them investigated for this, why leave it to them asking me to have sex with them?”“It is odd. I haven't seen the second amendment myself, but it's very odd. I thought the same thing. But it is his will and I will follow it.”I knew what I had to do then. I would not tell him I slept with the Thurmans. I would tell him they refused and would take what was given them. “Okay, Mr. Thibodeau, let's get this over with.”He leaned forward and picked up the letter. “I take it you've read this?”“Yes.”“Okay. So answer the question. Did you have the required sex with Ann, Sheila, and Gaby?”I took a deep breath. I was perspiring, unsure about whether or not I was taking away the chance for the Thurman's to get their money from a man whose stroke had changed him. “No, I did not.”He stared at me. “You sure?”I wasn't completely lying. He included all three so it was easier for me to answer. “Positive.”“Well, that answers that question. Now let's see the second amendment.”Mr. Thibodeau had it lying on top of his desk in a sealed envelope, ready to go. He pulled out a letter opener and slit the envelope open. He pulled out the paper and started reading.“Well?”“Oh, sorry. Let me read it to you.Okay, you sluts, here is what you have been waiting for. The first amendment was a test and I know that you sluts probably failed it, but here is my decision.If you did sleep with Gwen's fiancé, then you all are truly whores and I will not leave any of my estate to fucking whores. Ann, you get the $50,000 annual allowance. The rest of you can rot in hell.If, by some miracle, you didn't fuck him, then maybe there is hope for you sluts yet. I can't believe that you wouldn't for this amount of money. But if you didn't, then my estate will be split four ways. Ann will get 40% and Sheila, Gaby, and Gwen will get 20% each.I know that this sounds harsh, but it's my fucking money, so go to hell. I will do with it as I please and whores do not get my money.I love you, Gwen, the rest of you can fuck off.Don.Whew! What an asshole!” the attorney said.I grinned. “Yes, sir, I would have to agree with that. But it wasn't the real him, was it? He was changed by the stroke. I think we need to tell the ladies before they all start having heart attacks.”“Absolutely.” He stood and we went back to the conference room. The women there were all pale and nervous. When we entered with smiles on our faces, I could see the hope light up in their eyes.Mr. Thibodeau stepped to the head of the conference table. “Let me read this second amendment.” He did. As he did, I saw all of them start to pale again. Then he put it on the table and smiled. “Since Mr. Williams told me he didn't have the required sex with the three of you, the estate will be distributed as he stated.” All of them stared at me. “Its current value is $38 million. I'll have the papers drawn up and you can tell us where you want the monies, okay?”They finally let out held breaths and let out whoops and started hugging each other. All except for Gwen, who came over and gave me a hug, just holding me and leaning into me.Finally, Ann came over to us, Sheila and Gaby trailing. “How did you know? You were taking a chance with our monies. I can't be angry since it came out right, but it scares me to think about it.”“I knew he was still a logical thinker. He was changed by his stroke, but he still thought logically. I knew he wouldn't give you the money if he thought you were really sluts. He stated that in the first one, you just had to read between the lines.”She hugged me and Gwen, who had refused to let me go. “Well, thank god you were right.”Sheila and Gaby had heard enough and both called their husbands to tell them that they were going to be wealthy.I took Gwen aside and lifted her chin up to have her look into my eyes. “Are you okay? Are we okay?”She sighed. “Yes. I love you so much and the fact that you worked that out makes it better. I don't know what we'll do with all that money.”I leaned over and kissed her. “I can think of a few things we can do right now for which we don't need money – or clothes.”She grinned. “Yeah, good idea. Nice way to celebrate.”She took my hand and led me from the room. Life was really good.by deadeye_76 for Literotica
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Man must audition sexually for fiancee's family. (part 1)by deadeye_76, listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Wednesday night before Thanksgiving, 2010:“Your family wants me to do what?!?!” I said this in a harsh whisper to my fiancé. We were in her bedroom at her family home on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, having gone there for the weekend. What she had just told me was shocking. I couldn't believe my ears and she was sitting there looking shocked and stunned herself, tears forming in her eyes. I started pacing and thinking about what I should say. But first, let me tell you how we got to this point.Fall, 2009 I met my fiancé the year after we both graduated from college. We were working at the same company, both at the entry level, her in the Human Resources department and me as a database administrator.One Friday as the Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays approached, some of the folks from the company went to a happy hour. There were many people there and I noticed Gwen right away. She was a little reticent to get caught up in the unbridled joy (or stupidity depending on your point of view) that some people were exhibiting. She was smiling and laughing, but seemed a little reserved. She was blonde, very pale, and had a tiny bone structure. She looked to be no taller than about 5'2", but I couldn't tell for sure. I went over to the table where she was sitting and said hello to one of the guys that was there that I already knew. I was hoping for, and received, an introduction to her. I noticed that her eyes were a little green, but seemed to run toward hazel. They also captivated me and I caught myself staring at her a few times.Soon it was approaching 8pm and we had been there since about 5:30, so I decided to go to the restaurant next door and get some dinner. I told my friend this and then looked at Gwen. I was never very aggressive with my approach to women and was a little shy about asking, but somehow I managed to ask her if she wanted to join me. She looked down at her drink and then over at her friends who were, in my mind, making fools of themselves in front of some of the company managers. She looked at me and smiled. She agreed and I was inwardly thankful that I had gotten up the nerve.When she stood, I got a better look at her. She was maybe 5'4" and 110 lbs. She looked to be athletic and in good condition. She moved like an athlete and since I played baseball in college, I figured she might have played some sport, too. She was wearing nice jeans that accentuated her slender stature and tight butt.Over the next couple weeks we dated a little casually, nothing too formal. We were taking it slow, mostly because she wanted to. I wanted to take it slow for a while, but being around her was driving me nuts. She seemed to ooze some pheromone that was making me hornier than usual. She was also living alone in a nice apartment while I was living with a roommate. She must have come from money, but she never told me anything about her family or situation.For Christmas, Gwen was going to be heading home to be with her family. She had finally told me some things about them. I had learned that her father had died last summer and her mother lived alone in a big house. Her two sisters were older than her and married. The oldest had two children and the younger one just one child. They were all going to be there for Christmas and I could tell she was looking forward to being with family. Just before she left, I took her to a very fancy, very upscale place. I told her to dress up and she didn't disappoint.Things progressed quickly from there. I found that while she was a little demure in public, she was, underneath it, a fiery, opinionated, outspoken woman – and I was slowly falling in love with her. She told me one night in May that she was in love with me and watched me closely. I could feel her gaze as she carefully watched how I responded. I just smiled, stared back into those eyes, and told her I loved her, too. Apparently, I passed her test because she ripped my clothes off and had her way with me – several times that night. It took a week to wipe the grin off my face.By July, we had become a couple that people described with both our names. It was only a matter of time, in my mind, before we got engaged. I decided that the best time would be after she returned from her summer vacation with her family and me with mine, which made it Labor Day weekend. We were both going to see our families the last week of August, separately, and would be back for that weekend. I had a key to her place so I set it up in a manner that she would appreciate. We were both hopeless romantics and I knew she would really appreciate the effort.I shook my head. She and her mother were close. Her father had died the previous year and they had become even closer. I loved her for that, too.She finally put her phone down and went over and plunked down on the bed. “Okay, let's eat something here.” She eyed me. “Somebody is going to need their strength.”I grinned and reached into the pocket of my robe for the last part of her surprise. She was just finishing her first cracker and had reached for her champagne. I put my left hand on her arm and stopped her. She looked up at me questioningly. I smiled and slid off the bed onto my knees. She was still looking puzzled until I held up the small ring box.I was unprepared for her reaction. She screeched and threw herself at me. She tackled me better than anyone had when I played football and ended up on top of me. I was being assaulted by lips for the next 2 minutes. She kissed me on the mouth, all over my face, and then my neck, before returning to my mouth. Finally she sat up and grabbed the box that I was still holding.I grinned at her. “Is that a yes?”She ripped the ring out of the box and put it on her finger before she answered me. She looked down at me and smiled. “That was a hell, yes, don't you ever think about taking it back.”By November, we had made arrangements to spend Thanksgiving with her family. And that's where we ended up today. We are sitting in her bedroom trying to wrap our arms around what her mother had just told her. It was unthinkable to me. Her mother had told her that her two older sisters both had sexual duds for husbands. The husbands were not adventuresome, were not good at taking care of their wives' needs, and were not interested in even learning how to please them. Her mother had told Gwen that therefore, since just she and the three girls were there that Thanksgiving, having left the families to visit the other relatives, she and Gwen's two sisters were going to audition me to be a good husband. They would each spend a night with me to ensure that I knew how to take care of a woman sexually.I thought and thought about what to say. Her mother and sisters were attractive enough. There was nothing disgusting about it physically, but something didn't seem right. How was I supposed to answer this? Her mother had become Gwen's closest friend since her father died, so she was shocked and dismayed. I guess there was only one thing to say.“Gwen. I don't like it, but I will do whatever you say. If you want me to do it, I can handle it, but only if you can. If you say no, I'll back you 100%. I have no idea what you think, but I'm behind you. Tell me what you think and what you think we should do.”So here we are, Gwen and I. We are sitting in her bedroom trying to wrap our arms around what her mother had just told her. It was unthinkable to me. Her mother had told her that her two older sisters both had sexual duds for husbands. The husbands were not adventuresome, were not good at taking care of their wives' needs, and were not interested in even learning how to please them. Her mother had told Gwen that therefore, since just she and the three girls were there that Thanksgiving, having left the families to visit the other relatives, she and Gwen's two sisters were going to audition me to be a good husband. They would each spend a night with me to ensure that I knew how to take care of a woman sexually.I thought and thought about what to say. Her mother and sisters were attractive enough. There was nothing disgusting about it physically, but something didn't seem right. And how was I supposed to answer this? Her mother had become Gwen's closest friend since her father died, so she was shocked and dismayed. I guess there was only one thing to say.“Gwen. I don't like it, but I will do whatever you say. If you want me to do it, I can handle it, but only if you can. If you say no, I'll back you 100%. I have no idea what you think, but I'm behind you. Tell me what you think and what you think we should do.”Gwen looked up at me. I hated laying it on her, but I had to know what she was thinking. “This is all a lie. There's more to it than what you have been told. C'mon.” She held out her hand and I took it.Gwen led me into the dining room where her mother and sisters were sitting, sipping wine and waiting for my answer. They looked almost as tense as Gwen, but I could not figure out why. There was definitely something more going on here.Gwen led me straight to her mother. “Mom, I want you to tell John the truth about this. Show him the paper.” Her mother hesitated and just looked back and forth between us. “Now!”I had never seen Gwen this demonstrative with her mother and her mother must not have either. She jumped when Gwen said that. “Okay, honey. But he has to agree to keep this a secret, okay?” She looked at Gwen and then at me.I was unable to understand what they might be talking about. I looked at her and then Gwen. “Sure. I can keep a secret.”Mrs. Thurman got up and walked over to a drawer in a small secretarial desk. She opened a drawer and pulled out an envelope. She walked back over to us and stood there looking at Gwen. She finally took a deep breath and handed it to Gwen. “We have to proceed very carefully.” She looked at everyone. “Sit down, John. Okay, Gwen, show him.”Gwen turned to me and handed me the envelope. “Please, please, read this completely before you say anything.”“Sure.” I didn't know what else to say. What the hell was in this envelope? She let go of the envelope as I took it and sat down.I opened the envelope and read the letter that was inside.“Ann, I know that I am dying at this time. There is nothing more that can be done about it. However, I have a few things to get off my chest. First, I know that you are a slut and that you have been having affairs for the last few years. I also know that your first two daughters are sluts as well. They have fucked every man they can at college, and they have even branched out around our neighborhood. I just hope that you three do not corrupt Gwen as she gets older. I will be dying soon and I cannot do anything about what fucking whores you three have come, but I can at least make you three do one thing. I can withhold my estate from you. I have a plan that I have come up with to prove a point. I am going to withhold everything except a $50,000 annual allowance for Ann, from all of you. Only when you carry out these instructions will the remaining part of the estate, currently valued at $35,000,000.00, be released to be shared by all of you as I dictate in an additional amendment to my will. Here's the plan. Someday soon, Gwen will come home with a man she wants to marry. In order for the remainder of my estate to be issued to you fucking tramps, you will have to each fuck and suck this man before the wedding. One night alone with each of you should do it. The requirement is that you have to give up all three orifices to him. I don't care what you tell Gwen or if you don't, but if you do this, to prove my point, the remainder of my estate will be released according to the additional document. If not, then it will automatically go to my favorite charity. In order for this to be considered accomplished, this young man will have to report to my attorney and confirm it. I hope you all rot in hell. Don”I sat there stunned and read it again. I had never read a letter full of such hate and disgust. It sounded like a bitter, angry old man and was nothing like the man that Gwen had described a few times. “Uh, this is a very strange letter.”Mrs. Thurman nodded. “Yes, it is. First, I want to say something on our behalf. I never cheated on Don. I have no idea where he got his ideas from, but over the last couple of years he became jealous and saw every man who I talked to as a possible adulterer of mine. Sheila and Gaby are not tramps either. I would imagine that they had a healthy sex life at college because that's the way things are nowadays. I spoke to them and neither of them understands the comment about the neighborhood. We are not tramps.”I looked at her and then Gwen. “I have no reason to doubt you. However, this is a very strange situation.” I looked down at my hands. “Mrs. Thurman. I love your daughter more than anything. As soon as we were a steady item I considered that I was only going to be with her. We have been monogamous for a long time. I do not want to hurt her or cheat on her, so I'm having a hard time considering this.”She looked at me and sighed. “I know. I knew that Gwen would come home with a very nice man.”“Thank you.”“You're welcome. However, I cannot imagine giving up the money that Don accrued over our lifetime. I was a stay at home mother and raised three daughters. I went to all his social events. When I could go back to work, he was making enough that he asked me to stay home. I agreed and continued to support him. I thought I would get his estate after agreeing to that. But since I didn't, I now find that I cannot support myself or even this house on what I am earning in my job. I was hoping to keep this big house in the family and continue to live in this nice neighborhood and enjoy life, but without the rest of his estate I cannot do it. I know that my daughters each deserve a piece of this, so we talked about it over the last year and a half, to make sure we knew where we stood. We all agree that it's worth it to do this just this one time for our families.”“What about contesting it? This is very irregular? Why not contest it and get it thrown out? I cannot imagine any judge upholding something like this.”Mrs. Thurman looked at her hands, pulling on them, twisting them in nervousness. “I asked a friend who is a lawyer about this. He said we could. However, there is an attachment that I didn't give you. On it is the list of people he accuses us of cheating and having affairs with. I could probably live with it, but there are very nice, responsible members of the community on there. What happens when this comes out in court? You know that in today's world it would come out or they would be called to contradict my husband's allegations. And it would definitely be a juicy news item. These people would be ruined, maybe even their marriages disrupted, by a jealous old man's fantasies. I cannot think about that. The same is true of my daughters. He names people the same way. I'm sorry, but I won't do that even if you refuse. I just hope we can convince you to do it.”When she finished I considered what I had heard.“I'm sorry Mrs. Thurman. I can see you are in a tough spot. I can commiserate with you about this, but there are still dangers besides the personal issues. Can I tell you an old joke?”She looked puzzled. “Sure.”“It's one I heard a long time ago.” I sat forward. “A man was at a bar where he met a very desirable young lady. After a few drinks he leaned over and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a million dollars?' She looked at him and thought about it, but eventually said yes. He smiled and asked her, ‘Will you have sex with me for a hundred dollars?' She looked aghast and said, ‘What do you think I am a whore?' He smiled and said, ‘We've already established that, now we're just bickering over price.'” I sat back and watched Mrs. Thurman.“So are you saying that this makes us whores?” She was not happy.“No, I'm saying this may be his way of proving the point that he believes that you are and that this is a dangerous thing we are doing. The final amendment is still unknown to you, right?”She looked at me carefully. “Right. We can't see it until it's time to declare that we have accomplished the first part or decide to protest it.”“This is a very dangerous thing.” I was worried about what the real goal of such a vicious man would be. Is this really what he wants? He wants them to be whores to prove that they are? Is that really a test?She came right back at me. “But what choice do we have? If we do not do this before you two are married, we don't even get a chance at the rest of his estate. I should have some of that, don't you think?”“I agree that you should get some of the estate, Mrs.Thurman. I'm sure that I would want it if I was a family member. However, I'm just not sure that I can do this. Gwen?”Gwen looked up at everyone. She had been particularly quiet sitting there. “John, I love you. I want you to be faithful to me. However, I don't know how I can say no to my family on this.”I watched her carefully. She fidgeted and wrung her hands. She was very uncomfortable… as was I. “So if we do this, what's the plan?”Mrs. Thurman looked around. “Sheila, Gaby, and I already drew straws long ago to determine the order. I am supposed to go first, then Sheila, and then Gaby. You will sleep with each of us one night for the next three.”I looked over at Sheila and Gaby. They were also fidgeting and unable to meet my eyes. “Are you two willing to do this, considering you are married?”Sheila looked up and around. She opened her mouth and hesitated. Finally, she said, “Yeah, I guess so.”Gaby stared at me until she realized I was waiting for her to answer individually. She was staring at me as she answered. “No choice.”I went over and kneeled in front of Gwen. “Gwen, you must be absolutely sure that you can handle this. Saying now that you want me to do it and having to remember this for the rest of your life are two different things. Are you going to be able to face the fact that I had sex with the rest of your family?”“I don't know. I just think that I have no choice.”I stood up. “Okay, I'll do it.”Everyone visibly relaxed for a moment, and then the mood got tense as everyone realized what was coming. Mrs. Thurman spoke first. “Okay. It's 8pm. Everyone get to bed and let's get this over with. John, you can come to my room about 10. Is that okay?”“Fine.” I watched Gwen and saw her flinch at that. I went to her and took her by the hand. I led her upstairs and into her bedroom. I sat her on the bed and kneeled in front of her. “Any time you change your mind, you let me know, okay?”She nodded. “I'll be fine.”I leaned over and hugged her. “I'm not sure about that, but if we love each other, we'll get thru this.”She nodded glumly and looked up at me. “You think so?”“I know so. I'm not allowed to take that ring back if you remember correctly.”She smiled a little. “That's correct.”We got ready for bed and I put on the pajamas that I had brought. I usually slept in the nude, but made sure I brought them for being at her house. Her mother and family were allowing us to sleep together, which I initially thought was very modern. Now I wondered if that was just because of the situation they were in.Gwen got quieter and quieter as 10pm approached. She clung to me and we lay there hugging each other. She finally looked up at about two minutes before. “I love you. I want you to take care of them. They are my family and they deserve your respect and love just like me.”I stared into her eyes. “You are so good to them. I hope they realize what this means to you.”She buried her head in my shoulder. “I hope so, too.”She finally pushed me away. “Okay. Go to Mom.”I stood and she lay there staring at me, a single tear leaking down the side of her face toward me. This made me angry and was fucking with my head. I didn't know if I should go or not. She gave me a wan smile and “Go. We have to do this.”I left her and went down to her mother's room. She was already in bed and waiting. When I entered she looked up and I walked over to her bed. She took a deep breath and patted the bed. I started to climb in.“Wait!” I looked up at the way she said it. “The pajamas.” She indicated that I was still wearing my pajamas. I knew she wanted me to take them off, but she couldn't say the words.I stripped and watched her as my soft dick came into view. She looked up at me and smiled. I climbed in and she cuddled up next to me. She was naked.She pushed herself up on one elbow and looked at me seriously. “I want to thank you for this. We'll make this quick and then you can go and comfort Gwen. I know this is hard on both of you.”I nodded as she leaned in and kissed me. She kissed me and immediately reached for my cock. She was not shy, that's for sure. We kissed and she fondled me and I finally put my hand up to grasp one of her tits. She moaned and pulled back, closing her eyes. I kept fondling it, running my fingers over the nipple and then lightly squeezing it. She groaned and fell back flat. I looked down as the blankets fell away from her body. Her tits sagged a little, but were nice and full. The nipples had large dark areola, with a short hard nub. They were sensitive, too. I leaned over and took one into my mouth. She groaned and held my head. She kept her eyes closed and I wondered if that was so that she didn't have to look at me or if she was just trying to enjoy the sex. She suddenly sat up and pushed me back.“Let me do some oral first. I want to satisfy all the requirements properly. I know that we could just go thru the motions, but we'd better make sure we do it right or I could blow this opportunity… to get the estate.” She added the last part as she thought I might misunderstand what she meant by the opportunity. She dove down and engulfed my dick in a flash. It was my turn to groan. She sucked me only a couple of minutes, licking around the crown and fondling my balls, so that I was soon as hard as I could get. She was quite good at it. She sat back. “Okay, let's do this in doggy position. You can start in my pussy and then before you cum, move to my ass. I want to get this all over with immediately.”“Okay.” Was there anything else to say? She knew exactly how she wanted this to go and talked about it so easily I was a little shocked.She turned over and grabbed something from the nightstand. She handed it to me. “Lube. I haven't had sex in two years, so my pussy should be fine, but I haven't had anal in a very long time.” Suddenly she was very frank and open about all this.Being tight made sense if she was truly as faithful as she said and I had no reason to doubt her. As she got on all fours, I examined the rest of her body. She was actually very attractive and took good care of herself. She had a couple extra pounds, but her shape was good and her ass was fucking hot. It made me think of Gwen and the fact that the genes she got meant she was going to look this good for a long time. I looked down and grabbed my dick and thought that although this was a chore, it was going to be an enjoyable one. I just couldn't let Gwen know that.I moved up behind her and she looked over her shoulder. “Remember, go slow. It's been a long time.” I nodded and she turned again. “Oh, call me Ann. I won't be able to take you calling me Mrs. Thurman.”I chuckled. “Okay, Ann,” and I slapped her ass a little.“Oh, that's good. I love a little ass-slapping with my sex.”I obliged her and slapped her other cheek. She grinned as she looked over her shoulder. I moved up behind her and slowly ran the head of my dick around her gash, picking up the lubrication. She groaned and put her head down. I moved my cock forward, working it slowly into her. Damn! She was right, she felt very small and tight. I set myself into position and grabbed her by the hips. I slowly started working more and more of my dick into her. She started moaning and thrusting back. It appeared that she was having no problem enjoying our moment, even though I was engaged to her daughter. I looked down at my dick, hard and enjoying Mrs. Thurman. That fucker always had a mind of its own and pussy was pussy to that one-eyed monster.“Oh, fuck, it's been so long.” She groaned and kept pushing back.Soon I was buried in her and it felt wonderful. I knew that this had to be a quick fuck if I was going to get it into her ass. I started fucking her and she immediately picked up the pace. She was thrusting back against me, ensuring that I buried my dick in her. I slapped her on the ass again and she groaned and increased her speed. I slapped her ass a few more times and less than three or four minutes into fucking she had an orgasm. I managed to hold off and just held still while she calmed down. She eventually did and then turned and looked at me.“Okay, stud, now take my ass and cum in it. We can be finished by 11pm.”I smiled and slapped her on the ass. She grinned and I knew that this was going to be an odd relationship in the future.I picked up the lube that I had put on the bed next to me and without taking my dick out, started working it around her little pink hole. It was also tight, but I managed to work my index finger in and fuck her with it. I added more lube and worked two fingers in.“Okay, get to the fucking!” She was getting impatient. I had her bent over, my hard dick in her pussy and two fingers in her ass. I think she was horny as hell.“Okay, Ann. Here we go.” I pulled my fingers out and then extracted my dick. I ran my lubed fingers over my dick to add it to her natural lubrication and lined it up. She put her head down and steadied herself as the head met her asshole. I rolled my hips, working it around her ass at different angles and then started to push. She held her body tightly still, not giving at all. I had never had anal sex, so I had no experience at how hard to push. I kept pushing harder and harder until her ring gave up and let my dick in. When it went in, about three inches went in. I was going to do just the head, but once it slipped in all the pressure I was applying meant it went in pretty quickly before I could stop. Ann groaned.“Oh, fuck, that's big. It's been years since someone had my ass.”I grinned. “Well, here comes the rest.” I started thrusting and would pull back until I could feel the crown hit the inside of her asshole, and then I would bury it in an additional inch until I was totally fucking her asshole. She was moaning and murmuring how good it felt to do this again, and I knew that I didn't have long. “Shit, I'm going to cum, Ann.”“Okay, do it!” Ann started furiously rubbing her clit and I thrust a few more times and she hit her orgasm just before me. She started trembling and her ass was flexing the muscle and that put me over the top.“Oh, fuck!” I groaned and thrust with each spurt, burying my dick into her and filling her up. I must have done that 10 times, but the last 5 there was no spunk left, just the desire to keep thrusting and feeling that tight ring squeeze my dick.Finally, I collapsed onto her back, pushing us both flat on the bed. I was laying on her and we were both breathing hard. She turned so she could see part of my face. “That was wonderful. I hope Gwen appreciates you.”“She does.” I whispered. My dick was slowly shrinking and suddenly it popped out of her ass. “Oh.” It felt so sensitive coming out of her ass.“Oh, god, I think you filled me up. Get up and let me go to the bathroom.”I rolled onto my back and closed my eyes. It was very good. I just wondered if it would affect my ability to have sex with Gwen. I didn't want to have this sudden image of her mother's ass as I filled it with cum.I heard the toilet flush and heard Ann pad back into the room. I then felt something warm and wet and opened my eyes. Ann was cleaning up my dick with a warm washcloth. When she finished she put it back in the sink and came back to lie down next to me. She looked directly at me when she spoke. “Thank you for doing this. I know it was for the money, but I really did enjoy it.”“Me, too, Ann. I hope we can get past this. I still love your daughter.”Ann smiled. “Of course. Listen. If you want to lie to Gwen, just tell her that we talked, but couldn't bring ourselves to have sex. It may make it easier for her if she doesn't think about you having sex with her mother.”I thought about that. “Maybe, but I don't want to lie to her. Besides, she will know what I tell the lawyer.”“I understand,” was all she said as she continued to stare at me. “Are you going to go back now so that we can act like we didn't do it or that it wasn't fun?”I looked at her. She was still very beautiful. “So it was fun?”She grinned. “You know it was. I loved it. I haven't had sex since Don got sick.” She looked at me with doe eyes. “Unless you need to confirm that we have fulfilled the requirement.”Oh, fuck! She wanted me to fuck her again! “No, I think I should get back.”“Okay. Thanks, lover.”I looked at her. “Please don't call me that. It's not right.”She looked away. “Sorry.” She looked back and patted me on the arm. “You go and tell Gwen whatever you want. Just as long as you tell the truth to Don's lawyer.”“Okay. I'm going to go.”I got up and quickly dressed and as I left I looked over at Mrs. Thurman. She flashed me a fleshy tit. Fuck!I got back to Gwen's room and she was asleep – or so I thought. When I got into bed she turned to me and I could make out her eyes in the dark. She was staring at me. “Is everything okay?”I turned to her. “Yeah, everything's fine. Your mother and I talked and talked and we realized we couldn't do it. I'm going to have to lie to the lawyer, but I would rather do that than hurt you.”She stared at me. “Thank you. I love you.” She snuggled up to me and relaxed.I stared at the ceiling. Shit! I had lied to her about this. If it ever came out she would go ballistic. I couldn't take it back now and she would feel like I was hiding something if she found out after believing that nothing happened. I really was in a fix now. I would just have to deal with it and live with it the rest of my life, because I didn't want to let this beauty go. But I also had two more women to go, her sisters. This was going to be an interesting but stressful weekend.to be continued, by deadeye_76 for Literotica.
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A revenge fantasy with a twist.Based on the work of Djmac1031. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.Apologies to anyone actually named Karen. We feel your pain. But life isn’t always fair, is it?“Are you the manager?” The Karen yelled in his face.Mack sighed wearily. It had already been a rough shift, and when he got the page from Jill, who was working the Department store's Customer Service desk, he just knew his day wasn’t about to get boring.“Yes, now if you could please, calm down and tell me what the problem is here,” he answered evenly. “The Problem?” The Karen screeched, “The problem is I’ve been standing here for 30 minutes.” It wasn’t that long, Mack knew, trying to convince this silly cow.” She gestured wildly at Jill, “to give me a simple cash refund on these items I purchased just yesterday that I’d like to return!” Jill was a newly hired clerk, working part time while attending the local college. This was Jill's second week at the store, and her first encounter with a ‘Karen'.Mack already knew the details of this ignorant woman’s request, but he picked up and inspected the garments anyway, knowing he’d find no price tags on them. He also knew the screaming harpy had produced no receipt.Mack took charge and observed Jill's frazzled expression. “Jill, I'll make sure our customer's issues are resolved.”“Ma'am,” Mack began, calmly yet firmly, “our store policy is very clear. No cash refunds on items without a receipt. Now we will gladly give you store credit, good for,”The Karen cut him off sharply, "Store credit? What makes you think I want store credit? I’ll never shop here again after the way I’ve been treated today, I promise you that!”He was trying to formulate a response that didn’t involve the words “go fuck yourself,” when he felt a sudden hand on his shoulder. It was his security officer, Phil. “Excuse me ma'am,” Mack said as he turned aside to allow Phil to speak softly and unheard by The Karen.The Karen let out a loud harrumph, then turned her wrath back over to Jill, spouting ridiculous threats about having her fired and other nonsense that Mack blocked out as he focused on what Phil was quietly relaying to him. Mack’s eyes went wide, and a broad smile slowly crept over his weary face.“Ma'am,” Mack interrupted the woman who was still ranting at poor Jill, “if you could please come with me, I’m sure we can find a reasonable solution that will make you happy, I promise. Jill, take a 10 minute break.”The Karen looked skeptical, but followed Mack and Phil to the security office not far from the customer service desk.When all were in the office, Mack closed the door, then ushered The Karen to take a seat in front of the desk. Behind the desk was a wall of security monitors.Phil walked quietly behind the desk, tapped some keys at his computer, found what he was looking for, then spun the screen around so that both Mack and The Karen could see it.The Karen’s eyes went wide. There, captured in high definition color, a video started playing; a video that featured her as the lead role. On the screen, The Karen was collecting various clothing items off the rack, then, after looking around, was clearly seen cutting the tags off with a small pair of scissors she’d produced from her purse. Mack nodded to Phil, who paused the video. “Well, I think we’ve seen enough, don’t you?” Mack addressed her with a grim smile. He then gave a quick nod to Phil, who stood up and left the room without a word. Mack took Phil’s seat behind the desk and turned his attention back to her.The Karen sat there, deflated. All the bluster and anger had drained from her, and she now looked fearful. “Listen, please, you can’t,” she started.Mack cut her off. "Can’t what? Call the police, have you arrested? I most certainly can, and will.” With that he reached for the phone.“Please!” she begged, imploring him. “I can’t get arrested! My husband, he’s, he’s running for office, City Council. If this gets out it would destroy his campaign!”“You should have thought of that before you came into my store with such an idiotic plan.” His hand moved again towards the phone.“Wait, please! There must be something we can do? I’ll do, I’ll do anything,” she pleaded.Mack sat back, a sly grin on his face.“You could suck my dick,” he said bluntly.The Karen stood up, a mix of shock, terror and anger on her face. “I’ll do no such thing!” she bellowed. “You fucking pig! I’m leaving, right now, you can’t stop,”Mack cut her off sharply, angrily, "Sit down.”Surprisingly, she did as she was told.Mack composed himself, then continued. "Yes, you could walk out of here, right now. I wouldn’t lay one finger on you to stop you. My security cameras will film you, all the way out the door and across the parking lot. They’ll pick up the make, model and color of your car, probably the license plate as well. The police will show up at your home shortly after you arrive there, and you can put on a nice little show for your neighbors. I’m sure your husband would love that.“Her eyes were welling up with tears. Mack didn’t care. He continued, "I’m sure you’ll try and tell someone about what I just said. A lawyer might even believe you. But I also know there’s cell phone footage of you ranting like a lunatic at my poor clerk, and that along with my security footage is gonna shoot huge holes in your credibility, I’d think.”“Or,” he continued, “you cannot utter another goddamn word, get over here, get on your knees, suck my fucking dick, then leave and never come back to my store again. Your choice. I’ll give you 30 seconds,” he finished. Mack rested his hand once more on the phone for emphasis. Mack studied her face and saw the various emotions that crossed it in those ticking seconds. Fear, followed by stubbornness, then back to fear. Next came a slow dawning realization of helplessness. Then finally, understanding and grim acceptance.She stood up, steeled herself, and walked around behind the desk. Mack pushed his chair back and she quietly kneeled, looking up at him with a glare of hatred and anger.When she didn’t move, Mack stood up. Unbuckling his belt, he loosened his pants, unzipped, and yanked them down along with his boxers in one swift tug.His cock hung low, long even in its flaccid state. She gasped, flushed, then glared at it.“Well,” he said with a dark smile. “What are you waiting for? It’s not gonna suck itself.”The Karen glared up at him again, and he saw a steely glint in her eye that made him think she might refuse to do it after all.Then her hand was on his cock, lifting its weight roughly, stroking it to try and get him hard.She wasn’t an unattractive woman. She had a pretty face when it wasn’t twisted in anger, and a nice fucking rack. Mack was enjoying the freckled cleavage her blouse revealed from this angle. His cock slowly began to stir.“Oh, before I forget,” Mack said suddenly, as her hand gripped him almost too tightly, “a couple of things. First, say hi to that camera, just up there.” He pointed over his shoulder and upwards. “It’s at a pretty good angle, should capture your face and my cock both pretty well.”“You bastard,” she growled. Mack continued, not missing a beat. “It’s separate from the store security, and uploads to the cloud using an app on my phone. No sound I’m afraid, just the images. I’m pretty sure you’d appear to be consenting if I were forced to show it to someone in my defense,” he stated, almost casually. If looks could kill, he’d have been stone dead in an instant.“Second thing,” he continued, “if you try to hurt me, you know; bite or something, I’d have to hurt you back. Oh I’d probably wind up in jail too, no doubt, but that won’t save you from being arrested either. And what would hubby and your little community say about how it all played out, eh? Think he’d still get elected if they found out his wife was blowing random guys to get out of a shoplifting charge?”She was crying now. Sobbing, she pleaded, “Look, I’m sorry, I am, please just,” She stopped, hanging her head in shame.Now that made his dick hard.Mack took her by the chin, gently lifting her face. "Listen,” he said, almost kindly. “Just relax. Close your eyes if you have to. Imagine I’m your favorite Hollywood guy or rock star or whatever, I don’t care. Do a good job and this won’t take long at all, and you can be on your way, ok?” His voice was soothing, caring almost.She calmed her hitching sobs, dried her eyes, and took his now swollen, erect cock back in her grip, less harshly this time. She eyed it nervously. She was now facing an almost 9 inch monster cock.“I, I don’t think I can take it all,” she stammered. “Oh I’m sure you’ll manage,” Mack laughed harshly, then put his hands on the back of her head, his intention clear. Her mouth found the huge purple knob of his glans, her lips parted over then around it, sucking it in. She tried to pause there but Mack’s hands continued to apply pressure behind her head, while at the same time pushing his massive member deeper and deeper in her mouth.It hit the back of her throat and she gagged. Mack didn’t let up, just held it there. A loud moan escaped his lips.“Oh, yeah, that’s it. See, I knew you could do it. Good job,” he commended her snidely. She managed to pull back, his cock flopping from her mouth with a wet plop. Saliva drooled from her lips and she spat angrily. “Look, I know how to suck a dick. You want it like that? I can give you that. Just don’t push my fucking head, you asshole.” Her rage was palpable. Mack cocked his head a moment, as if thinking it over, then released his grip on her head and threw his hands up in mock surrender. “Sure thing, princess. Show me what you got then.”Her eyes furrowed at him, locked on his as she took his hot flesh back in her mouth, letting him see the pure white heat of her hate as she swallowed almost his entire shaft in one swift plunge.Mack’s body jerked involuntarily, and he gasped in pleasure. “Oh damn, you go girl,” he said in mocking tones.She pulled back again, spat angrily on his cock, gripped the base of it with her right hand, spat again, spread the saliva with long strokes up and down his thick vein covered shaft, then plunged her mouth over it again, stopping only when her lips met where her hand was holding its grip.Now she was simultaneously sucking and jerking him, a classic porn star move. Her head swirled and bobbed. Her tongue sliding up and down the thick hard vein that ran the length of the underside of his shaft. Each time she plunged deep, she gagged. Each time she pulled back, spit ran in huge strands from the sides of her mouth, mixing with her ruby red lipstick and running down her chin to then drip into the cleavage of her heavy, swaying breasts.Her eyes were watering. But they never broke from his gaze, nor did her anger ever fade from them.Her pace was relentless, only briefly pausing from her expert deep throat work to pull his massive cock out, spit her built up saliva at it, jerk him, flick and twirl her tongue around the head, then swallow him whole once again.“Jesus fucking Christ, where the fuck did you learn to suck dick? Goddamn, I bet the boys fucking loved you back in high school,” Mack said, still managing a condescending tone despite his gasps and groans. He felt her growl reverberate through his throbbing cock more than he actually heard it. Then he felt her hand reach up, grasp his balls, and squeeze.For a scary moment, Mack thought she might actually try and crush his testicles. Then her grip relaxed somewhat and she began fondling them, roughly but not without pleasure.Mack rested a hand once again on her head. This time he didn’t push, merely felt the soft locks of her flowing chestnut brown hair. She had a much more natural and stylish cut than most of those other Karen’s you’d see on the internet clips. On a good day it probably looked much nicer than the tangled, sweaty mess it had quickly become once she started her work in earnest.Mack broke his gaze with her fiery green eyes to look down at her breasts. Two buttons had somehow come undone from her almost violent ministrations, and he gazed with lust at the creamy, voluptuous flesh exposed, lightly freckled and now coated in puddles of lipstick stained saliva dripping down deep into her cleavage.He noticed her nipples next, protruding large, stiff and swollen under the fabric of her blouse. She was moaning loudly, sending vibrations all through his cock, and her mouth seemed almost eager in the way she gobbled him hungrily. It was at that same moment that his sensitive nose caught the unmistakable scent of pussy.Looking down he spied, to his utter shock, that her free hand was deep under her skirt, and obviously thrusting away at her cunt like a woman possessed. “You little whore, you’re actually enjoying this!” Mack exclaimed.“Fick eww,” she tried to say, her mouth full of man meat. Her words were muffled of course, but her intent was clear enough. “If you insist,” Mack said, suddenly grabbing a fistful of her hair. He pulled her up and off his cock, her teeth almost scraping him as she released it from her mouth, gasping for air like a drowning swimmer.She struggled against him but was no match for his size and strength, and within moments he had her bent over the desk with her skirt pulled up over her ass. As Mack suspected, she wore no panties.He drank in the vision greedily for only a moment. Enough to admire the full plumpness of her well rounded ass, the half-moons of pale milky flesh coming together in a cleft that framed her plump, gaping, soaking wet pussy.“Oh you fucker,” she gasped, still struggling, “don’t you fucking dare!”Her anger quickly turned to desperation as she felt the fat tip of his massive cock start to part her slick opening.“No, please, don’t, I’m begging you, no, ah!” her voice raised in a scream as he penetrated her fully in one swift, hard thrust.Any protestations she may have had after that became unintelligible, her voice now simply guttural and growling.Mack fucked her hard and fast, ramming her doggie style, his balls slapping hard against her clit with each thrust, making a smacking sound. The room echoed with the unmistakable squelching sounds of a wet pussy being pounded. “For someone protesting so much, your cunt sure is slick enough,” he grunted at her. “I guess I should thank you for warming it up for me.”She whirled and spat at him, a large phlegmy glob that hit him right in the face.He smacked her face hard, her cheek flushing a sudden red. She tried to bite his finger but missed as he quickly jerked back his hand.“Oh you little tiger, you!” Mack growled. “Still some fight in you eh? That's okay, I like that.” And without warning, he smacked her ass, hard enough that the crack of it echoed off the walls of the small office confines.Her shriek was a mix of pain and ecstasy. Her head turned towards him in rage and once more she spat at him, weaker this time.He smacked her other ass cheek just as hard, and her hot tight cunt suddenly gripped his cock like a vice.“Oh fuck,” was all she could manage before bursting into almost animalistic screams of rage and pleasure.Mack could feel her orgasm let go as her pussy spasmed, a hot flow of juices gushing past his thick cock and squirting out her cunt hole around the edges of his shaft, coating his balls, running down her thick thighs, dripping onto the carpeted floor.Her body was almost spastic as she rocked herself back against him, trying to take his cock as deep as she could as she rode the waves of pleasure that flowed through her.Finally her body started to slow down, and as her climax subsided, she collapsed across the desk, breathing heavily.“That looked like a good one,” Mack said. “What a fucking little whore you are! And a screamer too. Thank goodness this room is soundproof,” he laughed.“You; asshole,” she gasped, barely able to get above a whisper.“That I am,” he agreed heartily, “an asshole that’s not done with you yet.”His strong arms lifted her off the desk and put her down in the chair. She was too weak, too spent to resist.Mack took a good, long look at her.Her hair was a tousled mess. Her mascara streaked down her face. Her lipstick smeared across her upper lip and lower chin, looking like the drawing of some child who had decided to color outside the lines.Her clothes were utterly disheveled. All but one button of her blouse was undone now. Her left breast had broken free from the constraints of her 36DD bra. Her right was still contained, but only barely, and that nipple was clearly visible through the saliva soaked fabric anyway.Her skirt was still hiked up high enough that her pussy was on full display. He admired it’s bald plump curves and her swollen thick labia, glistening with her cum. Her crotch was utterly hairless save for a small patch of chestnut brown pubic hair on her mound that perfectly matched the color on her head.Finally, his eyes met hers again, and what he saw satisfied him.There was no more anger in them, no more hate. Just defeat, and acceptance.He stood before her, moving in closer. She looked up at him slowly, then her eyes found their way back to his still throbbing, massive erection, waiting for her mere inches from her face.“Suck it,” Mack demanded. “Please,” she groaned, her voice a rasp, “God, I’m so tired, please can’t we just,” "Suck it,” he hissed. “I’m close now, don’t ruin this, just finish the job and go home.”“Fine. Just warn me before you cum,” she said, no fight left in her.“Now why would I do that?” Mack asked in a jovial tone.“So I, so I can take it out before,”"Look, you can either swallow my load, or I’ll cum all over your face and tits and you can do a walk of shame out of here. Your call, I don’t give a fuck. Now finish it,” Matt growled, his tone making it clear he’d suffer no further insubordination. She sighed, then took his sticky cum covered cock in her hand and guided it back to her lips.Her blowjob was softer this time, less harsh, less angry. She sucked him slowly, making sure her lips and tongue lingered on the sensitive areas, wanting to push his arousal to the breaking point as soon as possible. Unlike her angry porn star antics of the earlier blowjob, this was more reserved, calm, deceptively caring.Her eyes looked up at him, a calm, determined green. Her fingers tickled his balls gently in a way he truly liked, and suddenly he felt them swelling.His orgasm was building, and he could feel his cock start to twitch in her mouth as it approached. She must have felt it too, and instead of pulling away as he expected, she instead suddenly, without warning, swallowed his entire nine inch cock whole. She held it there, deep in the back of her throat, as his first blast of cum shot out, hot and strong. She gagged, choked, but held her position, as blast after blast of thick creamy spunk ran down her throat, barely giving her time to swallow before the next blast hit.Mack let out his own screams now, gasping and grunting, as his balls emptied into her talented throat. She pulled back, releasing the hard suction she’d kept on his dick throughout his orgasm. Now she was simply sucking the tip, draining the last few drops from him, lapping them up with her tongue. Finally, she sat back, an exhausted mess. Mack thought he was now seeing her true self. The look of a satisfied whore.“Are we done here?” She said hoarsely, her throat raw and sore.Mack grunted contentedly as he adjusted his clothing back to normal. “Close, but not quite,” he replied. “What?” Her voice cracked in protest. "But you said,” Mack cut her off. “Two last things. First, you apologize to Jill on your way out,” he said sternly.“And second?” she questioned wearily.“Patience. Just wait,” Mack answered. Then without warning, he turned and walked out the office door, closing it quickly behind him.Phil was there, leaning just beside the door, standing guard as he always did.Mack turned towards him, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder. “Your turn,” Mack said.Later that late afternoon, Mack got home from work to find his buxom wife waiting for him in the kitchen, chopping some vegetables at the counter.Her chestnut brown hair was still damp from her recent shower, and the terrycloth robe she wore hung loosely on her, revealing the freckled cleavage of her large milky skinned breasts. Mack knew without having to ask she was fully naked under that robe, and he felt his cock twitch despite having seen plenty of action earlier that day.Her face was freshly scrubbed and radiant, without a stitch of makeup on.Her green eyes sparkling brightly, she smiled warmly as she saw him approach. After almost fifteen years of marriage, she was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. And he loved her deeply.He came up behind her, wrapped her in his arms gently, and kissed her neck softly. “Home at last,” she whispered, a hint of rasp in her voice. “How was your day, dear?”“Oh, you know,” Mack shrugged, “the usual.”Her laugh was spontaneous, bright, and warm as the sun.“I bet,” she replied, still giggling. She felt something long and firm pushing up against her round, full ass, and she pushed back instinctively, yet cautiously, wincing a little as his groin made full contact.Mack felt her tense up, and eased off her a little. “Listen,” he whispered in her ear, “how about you forget cooking dinner, and instead I take you upstairs and make soft sweet love to you? We can order take out after.”She chuckled softly, smiled, then shook her head. “Not now babe, I’m still a bit; sore. But definitely later, I promise.” She gave him a wink and a soft, passionate kiss on the lips. Mack sighed, but not in disappointment. He was a patient man, and he loved her, and her comfort took precedence over his need.He returned the kiss with all the love he had in him. His hand gently caressed her face, taking care to avoid the light bruise on her left ass cheek that had already begun to fade.“No problem, my love,” he said softly, breaking the kiss. “I’m gonna head upstairs and get a shower.”She playfully swatted his ass as he walked away and giggled. “You better, you could use one for sure,” she said, not unkindly.As Mack reached the kitchen doorway, her voice called out behind him, “Hey honey?”“Yes?” he replied, turning to look at her. She was grinning like a child. “This afternoon fantasy was our best one yet, wouldn’t you agree?”Oh, absolutely,“ Mack said nodding, "you were; incredible.”“Oh, So were you,” she purred. “And that young clerk didn't have a clue. She was shocked at my humility, when I apologized. Did she pass your training exercise?”“She'll be great,” Mack smiled. “I'm glad to know she can handle the rude holiday shoppers, next month.”“Oh, and Mack,” she stopped him again, “Phil told me to tell you, ‘thanks.'” Mack simply smiled, nodded again, then replied, “You’ll tell me all about it later, of course?” “Of course,” her cracked voice whispered, “or we could just watch the video.” She said, holding up a thumb drive and winking.Mack’s face lit up excitedly with that suggestion, and he looked directly at his beautiful amazing wife again.“I love you, Karen.”“I love you too, Mack.”And with that, Mack went upstairs for his shower.By Djmac1031 for Literotica.
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My female Indian boss likes it rough.It's an eastern culture clash, in a western corporate setting.By wolvie19 – listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.This is a story about how Arjun's week away for a project led to a hook up with Sonia, his Indian female boss.I couldn’t have picked a better time to escape the winter storms of Philadelphia and spend a week in Florida. My company paying for the trip was just the cherry on the top. It was a warm Saturday morning in Orlando and I was looking forward to spend a nice weekend in the city before heading to our Orlando office for the week long project I was there for.“Hey Arjun ?” I heard a questioning call for my name, as I was waiting at the carousel for my luggage.I turned back to see Sonia.“Oh hey boss, I see you decided to get in early as well,” I said.“Yeah, I needed to get out before the storm hits. Also, need to get some work done before the project begins on Monday,” She replied.“Not planning to get any sun?”“No, not really. I don’t suppose I will get much time to do anything else,” she said with an urgency on her face that was quite common, “Hey listen, I am glad you are here early as well. I am assuming you are staying at the Hilton near the airport as well?”“No actually I am staying at the one near the downtown. I thought,” I said before I got interrupted.“Yeah yeah, no issues. It’s not too far. Let’s plan to meet in a few hours. I have some documents I need to review and I could use your help to get it done. I think I see my baggage coming too, I will give you call later. See you in a bit!” she said and hurried to her bag before I could say a word.I picked up my luggage and took an Uber ride to the hotel.I was furious. Not only did she never apologized for what she did in the previous week, she expects me to work with her on the weekend instead of enjoying the beautiful city. Sonia was a Director at the company and was the Program Manager for the project I was travelling to Orlando for. She had recently joined the company and held a very important portfolio of projects that I wanted to be part of. For all my efforts to impress her, she almost every time ignored me and my work. Like everything I did was just regulation work. Not to mention the reaming she gave me during a team meeting, in the previous week; for missing my deadline once by a single day.She was an Indian, like me. She seemed like she was in her early 40s. Short, about 5 foot 2, and a slim figure. She had straight short hair to a shoulder length. Her hair was straight and always perfect whenever she was seen by anyone. Not sure if it was the discontent towards me or if her eyes just had the cold dismissive look.I got to the hotel, checked myself in, and immediately took a shower to wash off the flight lethargy. As I was in the shower, I heard my phone ring twice, I got out to see that it was Sonia who had called. I saw her text, “Hey, Good Morning. Please meet me at my hotel after lunch, around 1 pm.”I was irritated but I knew this was a major project for the company and I would learn a lot from this big project. Sonia was brought into the company for her expertise on Patent in Technology. She had an extensive and reputed network, and I definitely wanted to get on her good side. Everyone wanted to, but at the same time very few could manage to get past her attitude. She wasn’t the easiest person to work with.I replied back with a simple “Okay.” I got dressed, got some lunch and then headed to the hotel.Then I started thinking, she asked me to come to her hotel, could that mean something more? My thoughts broke as I heard the young lady at the concierge desk. “Ms. Verma said she will see you in conference room 2B. Once you get out at the elevator on the 2nd floor you will find it two doors down to your left.” I thanked her and moved on.Wow, conference room, she really is the ice queen. I met her in the conference room. She was dressed as usual, in her business attire. She was wearing a dark blue jacket and skirt with a pink shirt inside. Her stilettos made her looked taller, which probably put her on the cloud from where she was judging me wearing my casual clothes. I was wearing light blue shirt and gray trousers hoping to get out in the city.“Okay, let’s get started. I have reserved this conference room for all day, so we won’t be disturbed."All day?” I thought, as I nodded and got on with the work.We spent the next 6 hours working in the conference room. I was hoping to get some time to unwind, but this was turning out worse than regular work.At around 7 pm she asked me, “Hey, I am sorry to keep you here all day, but we are almost there. Maybe 3 hours more at the worst, would you prefer us cranking it out tonight or want to get back at it tomorrow?”“Oh, so you are familiar with the words, ‘I am sorry',” I said.“What?” she replied in surprise.“I apologize I didn’t mean to say that so bluntly. I was just a little exhausted and it slipped out of my tongue. I am okay with either,” I replied in an apologetic tone“You do realize the importance of the project, don’t you?” she said in a sharp tone which triggered an unexpected reaction from me.“Yes, I know. And we have reviewed these documents twice now, front and back. Last week you insulted me in front of the entire team and now you are asking me to get stuck here all day when I had plans to tour the city.” I blasted off.The Date Bargain“Listen Arjun ,” she was about to say as I interrupted,“No, you listen, Sonia. You didn’t even ask if I was okay with this. I had plans today to see the city today. I admire you a lot, but we are not working any more this weekend.”“Okay I get it; you can go ahead. I will review these one last time,” she said in a somewhat apologetic tone.“Hmm. Thank you,” I said meekly and started wrapping up my stuff.“What are your plans?” I asked.“I am just going to wrap up and maybe get some wine. Why do you ask?” Sonia replied.“You want to get dinner and a drink?” I asked very nervously.“Um.” She said as she took a few seconds to reply. “Okay. Let me change into something comfortable and we can go,” she said, then went to her room.She headed to her room and I to the lobby, waiting for her. In about half an hour I saw her show up in the lobby.She was wearing a black sleeveless top and a matching colored skirt which just about revealed her smooth thighs. For the first time I was able to look at her and admire how smoking hot her body was. Her boobs were medium-sized but upright and perky, something I thought was uncommon for a woman her early forties. She had her hair down which just about reached her shoulders.“So where do you want to go?” Sonia asked.“How about, we head downtown and figure out then?”“Yeah, that works as well. Just as long as we get back by” she was about to say as I interrupted her and said, “You look good.”“Thank you, you as well” she said nervously and let out the smallest of smiles.That was a woman who has not been complimented for a while, I thought. We went to an Italian restaurant in the downtown. We ordered some appetizers and drinks. The place wasn’t too loud, but the awkward silence sure made me wish there was some loud deafening music playing.She broke the silence finally, “Hey listen I am sorry about last week. I know it was the first time you missed a deadline I should have gone easier on you, and definitely not in front of others. And also, sorry for my insensitivity, today.”“I'm fine, I really, really appreciate you saying that” I replied.“Thanks! And maybe I haven’t said this before, but I really appreciate all the work you are doing on this. I am not good when it comes to complimenting people at work, but I am glad you are part of this project team. It’s just that,” she stopped for a second to take another sip of her wine, “I have been so involved with the work that I forget people do things outside work as well. I sorta wish I had some of those distractions in my life.”I sensed that the alcohol was starting to open her up, "You mean that you are either working or thinking of work all day?”“When I am not with the lawyer, that is pretty much what I do?” she replied.“Lawyer?” I asked inquisitively.“Yeah I am in middle of a messy divorce. Well, almost at the end of the line now,” Sonia said with visible sadness on her face.“I am sorry to hear that,” I said.“No that’s fine. At least it is about to get over and I can put that behind me,” she said while ordering another glass of wine.“Should we get a bottle?” I asked with a kidding smile on my face.She laughed and said, “yeah that would have made sense about 4 glasses back, wouldn’t it? I don’t know about a bottle, I think I will be done after this one last glass, it is quite late.”I reached out my hand to her with a gentle touch and said “It is just 10 pm. Relax, tomorrow is a Sunday.”She noticed me touching her hand and looked at me but didn’t move her hand. I held her hand just a little bit more gently and said, “There’s more to this city than this restaurant, after this one drink let’s look for some other place?” I spoke.She pulled her hand back with the excuse of straightening her hand and said, “Yeah, you are right. Let’s see what we could do. But I still need to do the final review of the documents tomorrow so I can’t afford to get too drunk.”“Here’s a deal, you relax tonight and don’t talk about work and I will spend as long as it takes tomorrow to review the documents? We have a deal?” I spoke.“You win,” she replied, “so tell me about you. Do you have a girlfriend?”I was surprised by her asking this. Never thought I would have been having such a conversation with the ice queen herself. I chuckled and said, “Not right now. Not for a while actually. I have been single for a couple of years now.”“Two years? That’s a long time for a guy like you to go without sex”I almost spat my coke and rum, hearing her say “sex”. I took a breath back and said, “I don’t have a girlfriend but I do occasionally see other girls. There are a couple of girls I have been, you know, going out with.”“Oh, I am so sorry to assume that. I am just, so out of touch with the rest of the world I didn’t think, umm, never mind,” she stopped in her tracks, trying to sip her wine that already had reached the glass’s bottom.“Let me take care of that for you,” I said as I requested the waiter to get another glass, “what were you saying?” I insisted her on continuing.“No, nothing,” she said as she grasped the other glass and took another sip.” I always dreamed, as a horny teen girl, that my marriage would be an endless dream of mastering the Kamasutra arts with my mate for life, then co-writing a volume two of the Kamasutra sex encyclopedia after 20 years of marital bliss and endless orgasmic ecstasy.”We were both tipsy. Each of us had about 5 drinks now.“Sonia, you can say what you going to,” I said look straight into her hazel eyes.“Well,” she said as she sipped her wine, “My ex-husband is the only guy I have been with. And for second I forgot that in western cultures people do have sex without being married or even being in a deep relationship,” she stopped looking at my shell-shocked expression, “I am sorry I didn’t mean to appear judgmental. It’s just I have not had a conversation like this for a while and I didn’t know what I was saying.”“No, it’s okay. You can talk,” I insisted. “I grew up in a home where strict Indian cultural codes were adhered to.” I get that it's hard to reconcile what grandma said, with what western societies hold as a norm.”“No, it’s not exactly okay,” she said with a firm voice that indicated to me she was about to let the dam break. She started telling me the story about her marriage. How she married her high school sweetheart. They went to the same college and university. The got jobs in similar fields, but in competing companies. How they thought that would be better because now they won’t be talking about work to each other, because of the existing legal restrictions, but all it did was result in not talking at all. They were always either working or getting back home tired. They never took any vacations in the 8 years they were married. The sex started to dwindle down within the first 3 years of the marriage.She continued, “It was good in the beginning. But after about 3 years of our marriage, it started to get monotonous. And the worst part was, it was most likely my fault. I was so consumed with work that I thought of sex as just an activity to do so you can get to sleep before the early morning meeting. It was the same thing, we would get in the bed, kiss a little then undress and then he would get on top for a few minutes, and we would be done. And after a few years, even that stopped.”I realized this was a woman who wanted to talk and have someone listen to her. So, I did. But even listening to her describe her boring sex life was starting to arouse me.“I am sorry, I just dumped all that on you. You probably are thinking, ‘What I am doing sitting here with a boring old woman instead of hooking up with one of the girls in Orlando,' she said with an embarrassed expression."Listen, I am glad you opened up about it. And you are by no means an old woman. You are as beautiful a woman as I would have expected to sit across on a Saturday night in a new city,” I said.“Really?” she said back with a surprised tone.“Yes, I promise. And I don’t mind if you want to talk about it anytime. But right now, we are getting out of here. I am sure even you can hear the loud club next door. Let’s go check it out,” I said as I requested the bill and returned payment to the waiter.“I have not been dancing for a long time. I don’t even remember how to,” She informed me.I got up and grabbed her hand, “It’s simple, you put your hands where you like them to be and move the rest of the body to the music,” and guided her out of the door as I finished my sentence.We got in the club next door. It was dark, loud and crowded like any of the other million clubs in this country. I went to the bar and got us 4 shots of tequila. Sonia initially seemed a little nervous, but the tequila seemed to relax her nerves. We got on the floor and started dancing.I was swaying to the music and she seemed to still be a little nervous trying to remember what her moves were. She was looking at others, feeling out of place. I took her by her hand and pulled her a little closer to me. I could sense her perfume now. My hands were on her waist and hers on my shoulders as we started getting in the rhythm of the music. I grabbed her waist a little bit firmer now and pulled her a little closer. She didn’t seem to mind. She was much more immersed in the music now, as she closed her eyes and put her hands in my hair.I turned her around to have her back against me. I was about 4 inches taller than her. I could smell her hair and I am sure she could my cologne. She continued to reach up behind her head and caress my hair as her body was moving to the same rhythm as mine. I was breathing close her ear and she seemed to enjoy it. There was a bulge starting to form in my pants as her tight ass was rubbing against my crotch. My hands were still on her wait but starting to raise her torso just a little to feel the smooth skin on the stomach underneath her blouse. I pulled her tighter towards me, thrusting my bulge against her. She may have noticed that. She reached out one hand below trying very meekly to create some separation, but I didn’t budge. I moved one hand from her waist upwards over her blouse. My hand moved over her sumptuous breasts to her face. I turned her face sideward, through her weak resistance. My lips met hers. She hesitated a little. Almost like wanting a slight separation. My left hand which was initially just on her cheek moved ahead where now I was holding her firmly with my forearm. She melted in the moment and started kissing me back passionately. I moved my other hand to her breasts and started caressing them, syncing with the rhythm of our bodies moving. Her hand, which was trying to push my waist behind was now instead grabbing my bulging cock. She sensed my deep desires and my assertiveness, taking the initiative.I broke the kiss and whispered in her ears, “I told you dancing was simple. You put your hand where you want it to be,” and then turned her around again facing me.We continued kissing, grabbing each other’s asses as we tried to still move to the music.Passions Erupt“How far is your hotel?” she said, trying to catch her breathe.“It’s right across the street” I replied with a grin.She didn’t say a word, grabbed my hand and guided me out of the night club.We hurried past the lobby and in the elevator. Before the door shut an old man also got in the elevator. We were feeling the tension between us that was stopped from breaking by the presence of the other man. As soon as he got off and the door shut, she leaped at me and started kissing me wildly. I wanted to fuck her right there and then, in elevator, but I head the bell ding and we reached my floor. We got out and rushed in the room. As soon as we got in it, she again pinned me back to wall and started kissing me as I barely was able to push the door shut.She was unbuckling my belt clumsily while kissing my unbuttoned, partially exposed chest. I helped her unbuckle my pants and she pulled my trousers and pants down with one swift push. She wasted no time to get on her knees put my erect cock in her mouth. She held the base of my cock tightly with her tiny hands and wasted no time sucking on my cock.I could feel my cock growing in her mouth until she was struggling to take all of it in. She started stroking my cock as she licked my balls. Her sloppy blowjob and slurping sounds on my cock were raising all the hair on my body. She moved her hands to hold my ass as she started to pleasure my dick with nothing but her soft lips. I pushed her head all the way in, or at least as much as I could until I felt I was going to choke her to pass out.The thought of pushing my dick down the throat of one most powerful woman in my company while she was on her knees in my hotel room, was getting me harder than I ever had been. I could hear her gag as I continued to mouth-fuck her. I released her. She coughed a little as she was gasping for air. The tears running down her eyes had spoiled her mascara making her look like the most expensive whore I could never afford.She got up and slapped me hard. I thought I had gone too far and spoilt what would have been one amazing night. She slapped me again, then put her left hand on my face like she was going to claw it off. She squeezed my dick hard with the other hand, came close to my face and said,“Who the fuck you think you are?”I was stunned and speechless.“I asked,” she said with a pause as she bit me on my chest, “Who the fuck you think you are to push your big cock down my throat? And who do you think I am?”I grabbed hold of her hair and pulled it back to expose her sleek neck to me. I swiftly turned her around and pinned her against the wall. I put my hand on her throat squeezing just a little as I moved my face close to her looking straight into her eyes.“You are my queen.”I moved my hand down over her wet panties. She swooned at the sound of my seductive whispers.“You are my dirty little slut.” I whispered into her ear as I slid her panty to the side exposing her wet cunt to my exploring fingers. “You are everything I ever wanted.”I slowly pushed my finger up her wet cunt.“And I am the guy who is going to fuck you like you deserve,” I said as I bent down on her like the queen she was. I lifted her leg up to expose her cunt to me and started kissing her cunt. I could taste the juices of her desire.“Fuck” she said as she started to moan.I continued licking her cunt as I slowly increased the pressure and speed of my tongue. I was circling on the top of her cunt as I nibbled on her clit. I pulled her panties down swiftly as I started eating her cunt aggressively.Her moans kept increasing as she wrapped her leg around my shoulder and grabbed my hair.“That’s so good, Arjun. Fuck you are amazing. Fuck I am going to cum. Fuck.”I continued licking her cunt, pushing her towards an orgasm.I felt her body shiver as she grabbed my hand and left out a loud moan, “Fuck Arjun! Ah; that was so good. Your tongue is unbelievable.”“Just until you see the rest of me, babe.”I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me. I carried her toward the bed, kissing her passionately. I softly dropped her onto the bed as our tongues continued to tangle with each other’s. We continued kissing as I moved my hands all over her body. I couldn’t get enough of her amazing curves. I started massaging her boobs as I unbuttoned her skirt. I got up and gently pulled her skirt down kissing the soft inners of her thighs.I slowly pulled up her top, kissing her body as I continued. As I moved her top over her shoulders and her face, I put it on her eyes. I slowly wrapped it from the back and blindfolded her eyes.“I want you to feel this one I said as I started kissing her boobs. She was wearing a white bra. It was a functional bra that told me she wasn’t expecting it to be removed by someone else tonight. I started caressing one boob as I slowly bit the other one. She raised her back indicating for me to free her of the bra. I reached my hand behind her back as I unclasped her bra and took it off swiftly.I couldn’t believe the sight I was witnessing. This amazing, petite, sexy, mature woman who is used to riding everyone in the office everyday, is lying naked with her eyes tied, waiting for my cock inside.My cock was hard & throbbing. I couldn’t remember the last time I was so hard. She too was waiting to feel my cock inside her. I went on to give her a long passionate kiss. As I broke the kiss, she left her mouth open wanting for more. I pushed my cock into her mouth one more time wanting to get it wet. She wasn’t anticipating it, but she enjoyed it. I held her hands as I thrusted my cock down her mouth until she couldn’t take it anymore.I pulled out my wet cock from her mouth as she let out another big gasp."You motherfucker! Stop teasing me and fuck me already.”I did not want to make her wait any longer. So I positioned myself in between her legs, then I slowly pushed my tip inside her warm wet cunt.“Ah!” she let out a moan.Her cunt was incredibly tight for a woman her age. My cock could feel she wasn’t lying about not having been stretched out for a long time.I had no intention of being gentle on her. This was the woman who had given the whole office a hard time; and although I sympathized her, having my way with her turned me on even more. My manly self-confidence was having a ‘Christmas morning'.I pushed my cock all the way in, through her resistance as she cried out loud, “Ah fuck you, Arjun. Fuck you are big. Go slow Arjun! It’s too big.”I had no intention of going easy on her. I started thrusting my cock into her as deep as I could. Even though her cunt was wet I could still feel how tight it was.She was trying to hold the headboard of the bed as she continued screaming in ecstasy, “Fuck Arjun! Fuck, go slow! Fuck that’s big,” I pulled her legs up over my shoulders as got to my knees, which were astride her hips. Then I started fucking her harder & deeper.I continued fucking her in that position, holding both her boobs; squeezing them as she continued to moan loudly.After a few minutes I turned her over on her stomach with the blindfold still on her. I pulled her ass up so she had her knees under her. I positioned her ass cheeks in front of my crotch as I started fucking her cunt in doggy position. I grabbed her magnificent ass-cheeks as I fucked her cunt from the back.Her ass looked even better than what I had imagined. I grabbed her bubble ass as I fucked her hard from the back. I spanked her, not knowing how she would react.“Harder,” she responded.I continued spanking her hard as I continued fucking her hard, holding her waist with the other hand. I grabbed her hair. She tried to get my hands off. I grabbed her and pulled her up on all fours, toward me, grabbing her neck in a soft choke as I continued fucking her. My left hand was on her throat as my right hand reached around to rub her clit as I continued fucking her. She was closing in on her second orgasm.I pushed her face back down against the bed as her orgasm burst.“Oh fuck, I am cumming again. Fuck! Fuck ah, fuck god, ah,” she screamed with her voiced muffled against the bed as she came again.She separated herself from me, rolled over, and started kissing me violently. She pulled me over & down on the bed as she removed the blindfold from her eyes.She got on top of me, “Now let me show you what I got,” she said as she positioned my cock over her cunt and pushed herself down on my cock. I could see her cunt swallow my cock, whole.I coaxed her on, saying; “Grind on my dick.“"It’s been a very long time since I got on top of someone,” she said as she was awkward trying to ride me.I didn’t mind the clumsiness. The view of her 34 c breasts dangling in front of me as she ravished my cock was too much for me as it was. But very quickly she got in the rhythm.She started riding my cock like a cowgirl, resting her hands my stomach. She couldn’t keep her eyes open as she started closing in on another orgasm. Her wet vagina was tormenting my cock. I knew I was close to cumming now.“Sonia, you are amazing! I am going to cum! I am going to cum,” I said desperately“Cum inside me. I don’t give a shit! Just cum inside me. I want to feel your hot cum inside me, blast me hard!” she said as started riding me faster.She continued riding me harder as both of us came together into a heavenly orgasm. I shot my load up her vagina, “Ah fuck, Sonia! Ah”I felt 5 shots go up her vagina as she collapsed on me. She laid on top of me as both our pounding chests were pushing against each other.After a few moments she dropped down to the side of me, in my arm. She was still breathing very loudly. We laid there silently for a few moments.“Does this feel wrong to you?” she asked.“I couldn’t think about anything tonight.” I said.She laughed out a bit and said, “Well, now that you have blood flowing back into your brain?”“Maybe this was wrong. I had never thought I would be here with you tonight. Or, ever.” I admitted.“Maybe that why it was so hot.” She said as she gave me a long kiss and rested her tits on my chest.We both promptly fell asleep. I got up first, the next morning, as I thought of a sweet way to wake her up. We had sex 3 times more, that Sunday.We had a pretty routine week in Orlando, where she was back to her usual tyranny of the team; and then evenings in my hotel room, she would bow down all of my whims.She loved to be dominated at night as much as she loved to dominate in the day. We fucked like we were a couple of teenagers on a weekend trip in a mountain cabin for the whole week; and stayed extra on the following weekend.After a few days I even fucked her ass. For as long as she hadn’t had sex, she seemed much more experienced than me when it came to anal adventures.The following Monday we went back to our respective offices and continued our regular work, never really talking about it. This went on for a few more months until word got around the office about our hookups, so she decided to end it.By wolvie19 for Literotica
Get ready for some salacious celebrity gossip and intriguing ethical debates around relationships and sexuality. In this episode, host Levi McCurdy dives into two eye-catching entertainment news stories that have people talking. The episode opens with accusations made against actor Will Smith by his former assistant, involving graphic claims about Smith's sex life. Then we explore the controversial new reality show created by adult film stars Lena the Plug and Adam22, where the winner gets an x-rated prize. The first story centers around accusations made by Will Smith's former assistant, Brother Bilaal. He claimed to have witnessed Smith engaging in a sexual encounter with actor Duane Martin years ago. Bilaal recounted graphic details of what he allegedly saw between the two men in a dressing room. In response, Smith's wife Jada Pinkett Smith threatened legal action, bluntly stating "We suin'!" Smith also denied the accusation through his representative, calling it "completely fabricated" and "unequivocally false." Pinkett Smith later said the couple would be taking legal action against what she dubbed a "ridiculous" rumor. She also implied Bilaal may have attempted to extort or blackmail them with the allegation. This story brings up several discussion worthy topics. One is the ethics around spreading unproven accusations, particularly those involving someone's sexuality. There are questions around what details are appropriate to share publicly, even if the claim is factual versus wholly fabricated. Related is a debate around public figures' right to privacy versus the public's perceived right to know intimate details about their lives. There are also conversations around sexuality itself - how much we can ever know or conclude about another person's orientation or private sex life. The story ties into larger social narratives around masculinity, acceptance of sexual fluidity, and judgment of activities deviating from monogamous heterosexual norms. The second story involves adult film stars Lena the Plug and Adam22 announcing a new reality show called "For the Love of Lena." In the show, male contestants will compete for the prize of having a threesome with the married couple. The unconventional grand prize sparks examination around attitudes towards non-monogamy, open relationships and swinging. Earlier this year, Adam22 received extensive criticism when he consented to Lena sleeping with fellow male porn star Jason Luv. This story connects back to double standards around gender; Lena defends their choices, saying one should be free to do whatever makes them happy as long as no one is harmed. The reality show centered on a threesome highlighted attitudes about monogamy, open relationships and female versus male sexual agency. Levi walked through the many compelling themes these tales bring up around relationships, masculinity, consent and judgment of unconventional dynamics. What did you think about this thought-provoking episode? Did any of Levi's perspectives challenge your assumptions or give you a new lens? Tune in next week for another edition of the podcast that isn't afraid to dive into sensitive topics. --- ✅THE PERFECT GIFT FOR ANY OCCASION!! IT's ONLY $3 https://wawdpod.com/cameo https://wawdpod.com/cameo ✅ CUT YOUR PHONE BILL IN HALF - WITH VISIBLE WIRELESS Visible by Verizon is making it EASY to pay for wireless service once again. With UNLIMITED plans starting at $25 a month, what are you waiting for? WAWD Podcast listeners will get $20 OFF their first bill. Saving you HOW MUCH MONEY? https://wawdpod.com/visible ********** Disclaimer: We at the What are We Doing podcast want to make it clear that the views and opinions expressed in this video belong solely to the speakers or authors and do not represent the views and opinions held by YouTube, its partners, or its owners. --- Send in a voice message: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/what-are-we-doing-pod/message Support this podcast: https://podcasters.spotify.com/pod/show/what-are-we-doing-pod/support
Service courtesies in the country of Philashire.By AnonymousPerv – Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.“So how long have you been dating? Or did you already tell me that?” asked the beautiful girl sitting across from me, at the restaurant.I really liked this one. She was a brunette, short and cute, but with a nice set of cans (if I can be so crass). Not super thin, but definitely curves and hips. It was her bubbly disposition that beat it all, though.“I think I told you on our first date,” I laughed. “After the divorce, I wanted to take a year off of women. That, unfortunately, turned into two years, before I finally got the courage to ask a girl out from the office. We went on a few dates, but discovered we aren’t very compatible.”“And I’m your first internet date. Is that right, Scott?”“Well, this is our second date,” I retorted. “That counts for something, doesn’t it?”“Exactly,” she laughed, just before greeting Jonas, their waiter & taking a knee in front of Jonas, then flipping up his kilt to put his cock into her mouth. His was pretty big, perhaps even bigger than me, and Crystal worked it like any experienced woman.“Your menus, sir?” he offered us. Or did you already know what you want?“I believe she said she wants the duck with rice. I’ll have the pork loin.”Already, the waiter’s cock was stiff as stone, while my date expressed her gratitude to him. She apparently worked him up quickly. I’d seen her do it twice before on our last date. ‘Too bad that couldn’t be me; at least, not yet, anyway,’ I thought.“Did you want anything else, Crystal?” I asked.She moaned, shaking her head as she continued stuffing Jonas's rod deep inside.The waiter turned his head to me, “Sir, I just arrived to work. I think I’d like to take a moment to finish.”“Of course,” I said.It was totally understandable. On the cab ride over, I had Heidi, the cab driver suck me to completion. She was pretty hot for an older woman, and her skills were about an 11 on a scale of ten. I don’t normally think of “sex” when getting this kind of blowjob, but it had been some time since I got off, and that woman was definitely experienced. It seemed my date, Crystal, might give her a run for the money, though.Old World Baltic CustomsI know some cultures take issue with our little paradise in Eastern Europe. Philashire is a small island country in the Baltic Sea. Under a quarter million of us; Hell, most people don’t even know we’re on the map, but we have all the same amenities as any other advanced cultures. We even dress and primp in much the same ways. We’re not savages or hedonists. We were spared from the Soviet expansion that consumed Estonia, in the last century. But here we sit, between Sweden, Finland, & Estonia. Living in a culture that hasn't been co-opted by the decadent West or repressive Slavic societies.We do, however, have a few customs that may shock some people. Since the dawn of our history - our culture has original customs of greeting those whom we intend to serve, on an individual basis. We don't kiss them on both cheeks, like the French, or bow like the Japanese. Our society holds to the clear old fashion identities of men & women, since the Garden of Eden. Women take great pride & identity in their powers to please men and leave them contented. To this end, the culture of Philashire has established Phillatio (the act of oral ministrations) And we don’t even call it sex act in this regard, as to be treated as an act of trust, honor, and dedication between individuals conducting any services or business. It’s often used when employing someone’s services (or they, yours), like getting your tires changed, or buying a coffee from the local barista. By this attention to man's needs, a woman curries favor and trust for all commencing interactions to follow.Sucking them is considered an act of good-will. It’s a display of trust, of trusting them to handle your needs, to the point you are willing to swallow their seed to prove it. It’s like saying “Thank you,” or “Hello,” or a handshake in most other cultures. Sure, it isn’t necessary at every exchange, but it is very often used when services are exchanged between a man and woman. You really have to be from Philashire to understand. It is a distinctly feminine commitment to assure a man that she is going to make the rest of the dealings pleasureable.Because of this custom, women have long dominated the services industries, for obvious reasons. This has left men in our society to advance the manufacturing and agricultural sectors. It has also been credited for a society with almost no rape or other sex crimes.Our customary dress for men is usually a woolen knit sweater and woven kilt (a Scottish innovation we adopted).Women traditionally wear a Bodicio. A dress that is similar to the Bavarian Dirndl, but slightly different from the original Bavarian inspiration. Our version of the dress has a shorter skirt (just above the knees) The bodice features the dirndl-style breast wrap which provides all the support and containment of a French brazziere, but is adjustable with a simple drawstring tie in the front. Once the bow is untied, the breasts drop & are free to roam openly, but when tightly cinched, it will far surpass any ‘pushup bra' for uplift and cleavage enhancement.It is always the male receiving. That’s the custom exchange, no matter who is the ‘patron' and who is the ‘proprietor', as it were. Anything else is considered taboo or perverse.Crystal worked at a sporting goods store. If I had ever visited, I suppose I may have had the pleasure of having my cock sucked by her. However, we met online, starting the relationship on a formal note. I didn’t even get a kiss at the end of our first date.She later texted and let me know I should have tried, and that gave me the courage to ask her out a second time. And here we are. I spoke, “You’re a lot more interesting than the other girl I dated. She was kind of a bore.” The last gal I dated was about as interesting as paper, with a figure not much different.Crystal looked at me and smiled, as the waiter unloaded his first wave of spunk into her mouth. Without skipping a beat, Crystal bore down into it, gulping down the incoming fluid. Twenty seconds or so later, she pulled back off, smiling, nodding at the young man.“Thank you, ma'am. I assure you I’ll do my part to make this evening special, for you and the gentleman.” He quickly zipped up, and took the menus away.Crystal giggled, taking a cloth napkin to her chin. “That’s the third time today, Scott.”“Oh, yeah? That ain’t too many, is it?” I asked. I have this fear that she'll grow tired of her skills before I can experience her charms.“I mean, third time I have had to finish someone off. I’ve had five encounters today, total. That’s about right, considering the time, but most guys don’t finish. Do you?”I had to think about it. The girl at the post office, the girl at the Courthouse, and then the cab driver. I had only used the driver to ejaculate, the others I tapped to stop after their 'passing blow’ as it’s known. In fact, most days, I rarely finish. It would take too much time.“I have to admit. You look pretty amazing at it. I can see why guys would be tempted to finish.” I told her with obvious admiration for her feminine charms.“It’s not like I’m their girlfriend, though. Isn’t finishing it usually only expected when it's in a sexual relationship?” I mean, A guy should only feel entitled to being swallowed by a gal whose committed to him?“You have me hoping,” I smiled.“Oh, that’s sweet of you to say. Maybe one day, Scott. I need to get to know you better.”“I was thinking I could always swing by your store.”Now Crystal looked offended, scolding; “You know it is very wrong to do that with people you date. Any transaction we partake in, would not be considered authentic.”She was right. It was a social taboo in our country. People who shared formal, familial, or close relationships don’t engage in this act, as (at that point in the relationship) you were either already doing it, or had established a platonic relationship… or in our case, if you’re dating. Doing the trust-blowjob for a transaction negates the trust factor, if you’re already in an established relationship. I know, if you aren’t familiar with our culture, you may find all this very confusing. Think of it this way. In some cultures, some people get very upset if the salad fork is in the wrong place. Other cultures condemn a man for wearing a hat indoors. You decide which rules are sillier.I tried to lighten the mood, to show her I was joking. “I mean, come on, Crystal. I have to admit you look like you're amazing at it. But I would never stoop that low,” I said, laughing it off.“Oh, you are a bit naughty, aren’t you? How about we get to that first kiss, and then take it from there; at a reasonable speed. If I suck you off, I want it to be very, very special.”We spent the rest of the dinner engaged in fun and light conversation, before I finally offered to take her home. “The valet will call a cab for us,” I said.Before leaving, I called the waiter over and paid the bill. Crystal pulled out his cock, licking it a few times. He smiled, appreciatively. When we stepped outside a moment later, Phoebe the valet approached. “Car or service?” she inquired, dropping to her knees.“We need a taxi service, please,” I replied, as she reached under my kilt & pulled my limp penis out, right in front of Crystal. The valet took it in, working her tongue under the shaft, soaking it fast. My cock was half hard, when she pulled off, and touched a button on her phone. “There will be one here in just a moment, sir. Can I continue until he arrives?”“Of course,” I said.Crystal came up beside me. “Thanks for dinner, Scott. I really enjoy your company.”“Thanks for being so easy to talk to, it’s uh, been a while for me.”“Not since your wife, huh?”“Even then, the last year or so with her wasn’t comfortable. I’m comfortable with you.” I said.I found it easy to be candid with Crystal, as the valet got my cock to full stiffness. If the cab was going to take long, I might bust a nut in her mouth. I suppose it didn’t matter.“I’m glad, Scott. I like you, too.” Finally, Crystal looked down at the situation. The valet had things well in hand. “And believe me, I’d like to do that, too.”“Tell ya what, will you consider it on our third date?” I was shocked I was asking. Was I nuts being so bold?Crystal laughed. “I already decided I’d kiss you goodnight, so sure, I’ll keep my options open on date number three.”Good, there was going to be a third date. That made me very happy. But then I was surprised, as Crystal moved in and turned my head, & gave me a deep kiss, pulling me into her. It was somewhat awkward with the valet still sucking on my hose, but for whatever reason, it aroused me more. Just as Crystal let me go, with her lips departing mine, I ejaculated into Valet Phoebe's mouth. It was with more force than the waiter had done on Crystal, and the poor woman struggled to get it all down.“Thank you, sir!” she insisted, as she licked remnants off my shaft. “Thank you. Very nice of you to cum in my mouth.”I nodded, giving Crystal's ear a nibble, whispering, “But I’ll bet you’re better.”The ride home went unmolested, save for when Tom, the driver opened the back door of the Taxi for us. Crystal Phillatioed driver Tom for a few seconds, just as she got out. We said our goodbyes and agreed to meet the following week, but I just couldn’t get her out of my mind.By Tuesday, I had hatched a plan, that I hoped Crystal would find very cute. I called Hank and Pete, my old college buddies, and told them to meet me at Crystal’s place of work the following morning. We walked in together, finding her near the tennis equipment, which was perfect for our needs. I walked up to her.“Hey, Crystal.”“Scott! What are you doing here?”“Well, it just so happens that I’m taking up tennis, and”“You should have gone somewhere else. You know it’s not cool to entrust me to service you this way, when we’re dating. I told you that!”“Of course, of course, but the thing is, me and my two friends are all doing it together. So I thought, why not bring them to you, to let you get the sales. I can always go somewhere else, but Hank said he’d buy me whatever I need, based on any recommendations.”“Well, uh, I suppose he could be asking for his friend, that’s true,” replied Crystal. “So like racquets, balls, gloves and whatnot?”“The works,” I said, “But don’t talk to me. I just came to introduce you to the guys.” Crystal dropped to her knees and flipped Hank's kilt, pulling his penis out. “I trust you will service them well.”Crystal turned to me, before taking Hank’s penis in, “You can stick around, if you just want to visit. We are, dating, after all. I just can’t sell you anything. Inappropriate.” Crystal then began working her magic on Hank’s stiffening rod. He nodded his head to her.“Thanks for helping us today. As for a racquet, I want something light, but also something I can really grip hard. I hold them a bit funny.”Crystal nodded, taking note as she reached for Peter’s cock, too, who was standing nearby. Soon, she was stroking it, while making Hank climb higher in her mouth. Before he got all the way, she pulled off, turning to Pete, giving him a few licks. Finally, she stood up again, pulling her bodice tie, exposing her breasts, and holy shit, were they amazing.“I will be happy to help you folks,” smiled Crystal.OK, I need to step back a bit. Showing breasts is like the ultimate compliment to a guy. It’s like saying “You could have all of me, if we were a thing, ya know.” Like the woman that takes an extra pause when touching you, in other cultures. It’s just a way people flirt around here. Hank blushed from the compliment. I was even a bit envious, but then I realized, Crystal was probably trying to egg me on. She knew I’d come in hopes that she might at least give me as much attention as she had Hank or Pete, but instead she turned the tables. Clever girl.She called me out on it on our third date, while we at the movies. Just before the show started, I’d gotten popcorn. The girl at the ticket stand took longer with me than most, while she stroked and licked on my shaft, and Crystal kind of gave me that, “Oh, I bet you wish that was me,” look.“Thanks for bringing your friends to me, by the way,” she said, as we settled in , popcorn in hand. “I got a terrific commission off of that. But you didn’t have to come with them. I know you were hoping I’d break the rules.”“A man can dream,” I said.“Let’s just say, you better hope this movie is good.”“It’s a rom-com,” I insisted. “If it sucks, you should at least give me a pity blowjob for trying. Most guys would do action movies.”Crystal laughed, patting me. “Okay, maybe I’ll consider it.”I really was feeling lucky. Getting Phillatio from someone you do business with, or the kid's preschool teacher, is different than with your spouse or girlfriend. And you can do other things, too. To know Crystal was giving me her all, for the sake of genuine, unadulterated sex, was very hot to me. Then, she asked. “Bet you never thought I would flash my tits, did you?”“I admit, that caught me off guard.”Giggling, she said, “I just wanted to tease you.”“It worked,” I whispered.There were a few couples seated below us, but we were at the far back, nearest the rear wall.“I have something to tell you,” she whispered."Okay,” I said.“I uh, I do that, more often than most girls.” She blushed.“No? Really?” I was sincere. It was surprising to hear. As I said before, the act is considered very rare.“Not because I mean much by it. Like, I wouldn’t invite a relationship with someone, I just really like, well, showing my tits.”“Really?” I was astonished. “You do have a great pair,” I nodded.Crystal cackled. “Well, thank you. I just wanted you to know I do that more for me, than them. I really want you to know.”“Fair enough. I’ll keep it in consideration.”She continued, “In fact, I’ve always wanted to go somewhere completely naked. Expose myself to everyone.”“Crystal!” I whisper-shouted.“Hey, you said it. You’re easy to talk to. Are you okay with this?”“Well, yes. I just have to feign that this shocks me, right?” In truth, some of it did shock me, but I didn’t find it offensive in the least.Crystal smiled. “Good. I just.. I just think you are the kind of guy that could be fun. Considering what you pulled yesterday, being an example. I wanted to tell you more about me.”“Why don’t you strip naked while you tell me,” I said.Crystal gasped, looking up and around. “Are you serious? The movie hasn’t even started.”“So?”“More people could come in.”“And?” I said with a straight face.She paused for only a moment, before exploding in quiet joy. In seconds, Crystal - my date - was sitting back, stark naked in the movie theater next to me. I don’t think I have ever witnessed a happier face. I leaned into her. “Can I ask you something?”“Sure,” she said.“Does swallowing strangers’ cum ever get you horny? Like, do you ever think, ‘I wish i were sucking off so-and-so' and fantasize doing that, while sucking someone else off?”Crystal almost seemed to blush. “You mean, when I sucked off the waiter, did I wish I was sucking you off instead?”“Yes.”“Of course. I’ve thought about it a lot. Especially after I watched that valet hottie Phillatio you. I can do better than that. And I want to.”I noticed Crystal reaching down with her left hand, rubbing her crotch while holding my left hand with her right hand. She winked to me.I smiled as I said; “And I intend to let you prove it.”By AnonymousPerv for Literotica
We talk about traumatic junior high square dancing, old time-y seltzer spray bottles, and revisionist ice cream history. All that and more as we watch season 6, episode 21 of our favorite ‘80s hit sitcom, Perfect Strangers. Rate and review us in Apple Podcasts! Support the show! Be a part of the show! Shop for merch! Leave us a voice message! Email: firstname.lastname@example.org Instagram: @danceofjoypod Twitter: @danceofjoypod Facebook: facebook.com/danceofjoypod Facebook Group Visit our website Follow Balkiduds on Instagram The Honeymooners Full Episodes 16 Oh, My Aching Back Subscribe: Apple Podcasts | Spotify | Google Podcasts | Stitcher | RSS Originally recorded Nov. 12, 2023.
Reconnecting with an Ex starts an interesting journey.by LoveThighHigh. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I am going to share with you the story of my sexual discovery. I don't know how many parts there will be, as every time my mind drifts through my memories, there seems to be endless moments that seem important and have left an indelible mark on my sexual journey, but I will try and be brief.First, let me introduce myself. My name is Mark, and I live in a large bustling city. I had a pretty normal childhood and was pretty popular at my school. I have a lean muscular physique, black hair and green eyes, and was pretty successful with the girls, with a string of short relationships as I played the field. Out of all the girlfriends, there was one I regretted breaking up with. Her name was Cassie, and she was a firecracker, a beautiful 5'8" bombshell with dark auburn hair, blue eyes, and a tight naturally athletic body. She is important to this story because when I moved to the other side of town to attend university we reconnected by pure chance.I was looking for an apartment to move into and going to lots of places, only to be turned away because someone else got in first. I was starting to despair, as I really didn't want to live at home and face a two-hour bus trip. It was late, the day before my lectures started, and it was a miserable night as a storm rolled in from the coast. I checked my phone before I headed home when I saw a post that was advertising for a roommate just minutes ago. The location was just a couple of blocks away, so I raced there.When I arrived, it was a five-story building in an old architectural gothic style. I eagerly smashed the elevator button and waited…and waited, but it never came down. An older couple came inside and let me know that the elevator was out of order. I raced up the stairs to the top story and when I got to the door, a couple were just leaving and talking to a pretty blonde girl. They were passing on their contact details and the blonde girl was saying that she would call them, and it was looking like they were already at the top of the list. Also, there was another guy standing alone, waiting for his turn to be shown around the apartment. Behind him was another couple who were running through a strategy to win the apartment. Then, there was me, and I was tempted to turn around and walk away. Maybe it was my desperation or the pretty blonde, but I decided to wait as the others took their turn to be shown around and answer any questions. By the time it was my turn, there were another three people queuing up behind me for their turn.I swallowed as the blonde again saw off the couple with another cheery promise to be in touch. She then turned to me as I stepped forward with my hand out, we shook hands and introduced ourselves. Her name was Tayla, and she was 5'4", and had a nice pair of tits with nipples that just left a bump poking against her tight cotton T-shirt. Her body was petite, and as she led me inside, her butt was firm with great definition and the lower butt cheeks were just visible where her jean shorts were cut off. I entertained the idea of getting her number whether I got the apartment or not. Then I walked into the apartment lounge room, and standing there was Cassie. She was the second roommate and they were looking to fill the third bedroom so everyone's rent was lower; a blessing for three students with part-time jobs. She was even more beautiful than I remembered and had wisps of bright red dye through her hair that made her blue eyes glow.We immediately hit it off, and just like that, I was their new roommate. We spent a lot of time together over the first few weeks of the semester as we quickly got up to speed in all of our papers. Cassie was as amazing as I remembered. She was pretty high energy and spontaneous, and so, so sexy. Unfortunately, she had a boyfriend, but I could sense an underlying sexual tension with both Cassie and Tayla. Tayla was much more reserved than Cassie, but she started to come out of her shell and become a bit more flirtatious. Rather than get jealous of each other as they vied for my attention, they seemed to egg each other on with suggestive conversation that was slowly becoming more sexual in nature.Then, Cassie broke up with her boyfriend. She was upset and crying with Tayla and I trying to reassure her broken ego. We rallied around her and supported her by having a boozy night out where we all got totally wasted on drugs and alcohol. Just as we rolled into the apartment at about 3am, Cassie unsteadily checked her phone to see that her ex-boyfriend had posted pictures on social media of him being affectionate with another girl at a party, and there were ample shots of them making out. Cassie was angry at him for moving on so quickly, but rather than dwell on it, she grabbed me by the hand and dragged me into her room. She threw herself at me and we were making out for what seemed an eternity.Cassie pushed me down onto the bed with a lustful look on her face as she bit her lower lip. Throwing her phone onto the pillows, she declared that she was ready to move on as her hands went straight to my zipper and freed my hard cock. It bounced to attention, with MDMA coursing through me, it stood the likelihood of lasting all night. She took it into her mouth and sucked, licked and spat all over my now deeply engorged manhood. She then stood up and unzipped her dress, leaving it to fall away to the floor. I was surprised to see she was not wearing any underwear, so I let my eyes drink in her beauty. She told me that she was going to fuck me, but that we were still just friends, and that she was going to get back at her ex. I was totally fine with that.She crawled onto the bed, positioned just above me. Cassie's breasts dragged along my thighs, then my cock slipped between them as she kissed her way up my torso, until she brought her lips to mine in a passionate kiss. Her pussy was now pressing my cock against my belly and she ground her wetness up and down the length, just stopping short of the point where her pussy rode high enough to free my cock and have it bounce back to the right height to slip into her pussy. She was so slippery, and I could feel it dripping over my cock as we made out, and it was getting harder and faster as her clit was pushed hard against my cock head. She came hard as she quivered, screamed and slumped her body down onto mine. She stayed there for a while as her body shuddered as her orgasm slowly subsided.Cassie then started to kiss her way back down my body until she took my cock back into her mouth. She was not as rushed as she was before, so she took her time bringing me to the edge with a sloppy blowjob and a firm fist pushing down my shaft, pulling the skin tight over my cock. Just as I could feel my own orgasm building she pulled away and rolled onto her back beside me. She loved the missionary position, I remembered from when we used to date. I stood up from the bed to look upon her.I was taken aback by Cassie's beauty, her dark auburn hair with red streaks was fanned out above her on the bed, her blue eyes were intent on looking at me up and down. She said how she missed my cock as she pulled her knees upward to her breasts and then spread them outwards, fully exposing her soaked pussy. One hand held a knee as the other slipped down to her pussy and used two fingers to part her labia to reveal a sweet pink quim. I knelt down on the bed, and rubbed my cock up and down her slit until she begged me to fuck her. She bit her lower lip in anticipation, she knew that that look drove me crazy.Just as I was about to enter Cassie, she surprised me by grabbing her phone. I couldn't believe that she could do that, until she grabbed my dick with her other hand and said she wanted to film herself having sex. She quickly started the recording and directed the camera towards her pussy. Her hand then guided me into her pussy, and from that point onwards I didn't care about the camera as I pushed deep into Cassie's beautiful pussy. I then built a slow, hard rhythm that made her tits jiggle and her face flush as she was again consumed with lust.We fucked like that for ages, until Cassie again came, convulsing beneath me. This raw sexual response was all it took to send me over the edge. As I said that I was going to cum, Cassie brought the phone up to look down between us. I straightened up to give the camera a good view of my cock slipping out of her pussy, and then spurting my cum over her body. My orgasm seemed to last forever as my sperm flew up splattering her throat with my first jet. The second and third spurt landed squarely on her tits, coating them in creamy juice. Then the last several throbs soaked her taut belly and her mons pubis. She recorded it all, and then filmed herself scraping cum from her tummy and bringing her fingers to her mouth to seductively clean them.She then sat up and was intent on her phone for a few seconds. She smiled and said her ex would enjoy that as she lay back to relax in the after glow. I slumped down beside her and we laughed. I propped myself up onto my elbow and looked at her cum covered body. The thick cum was slowly sliding down from her nipples into the gap between her breasts, and down the outside towards her armpits. Her belly cum was pooling in her belly button and also slipping to her hips. The cum on her mons was sliding down her pussy. I loved the look of cum on a womans body, it was making me hard again. She then handed me her phone and told me to record part two.I started the recording as she swung her leg over me to mount me in the cowboy position. She hovered her pussy over my manhood, and slowly lowered herself downwards. I filmed her pussy parting to take in my cock, and her wild thrusts as she quickly built towards another orgasm. I spent an equal amount of time filming her pussy riding my dick, and her upper body gyrating whilst the cum on her slid down her body. This was an immense turn-on for me, and I felt a huge orgasm building that started deep in my gut. It built pressure as it was nearing, making my cock turn a deep purple to match her swollen pussy.When I came, Cassie pushed hard down onto my exploding cock. I filled her pussy with what seemed like gallons of cum, and filmed her taking it as her hands caressed her cum covered tits. When my orgasm finally subsided, I was still recording her when she took the phone to film down her body as she stood up. Cum was leaking from her pussy, dribbling down both of her legs in thick creamy rivulets. She was recording all of it, bringing the camera in for close-ups of her leaking pussy. I laughed as I commented about how sexy and messy she looked, and that the cum looked so hot.She then knelt back on the bed, straddling me, and started to walk her knees up my body. She stopped when her pussy was hovering over my face and recorded the cum slipping from her pussy as she told me to eat her pussy. I lifted my face into her soaked pussy, it smelt thick with my salty cum, but strangely it felt so horny because I had never eaten out a cream pie before. Once my tongue slipped up into her pussy, it seemed to release even more cum from deep within her sloppy cunt. Its slick passage filled my mouth with my slippery thick cum, which seemed to keep coming as I kept lapping at her pussy. My cock was rock hard again as I indulged in this taboo act, made all the more delightful as her hand reached behind her to stroke it.I was getting close to cumming again and she could feel my hardness throbbing as it neared. She then sprung up off the bed and knelt on the floor. I quickly stood up and brought my cock up to her face and the camera, as she recorded her lips taking me into her mouth. She was like a frenzied slut as she greedily licked and sucked me to my third orgasm. She was begging for it, telling me she wanted my cum, and that she loved the feel of it on her and inside her. I gripped my shaft at the base and pulled and groaned as my cock again came hard.This time, Cassie's mouth never let go of my cock. My cock was throbbing hard as my semen filled her mouth. It was then that I noticed that we hadn't fully shut the door to Cassie's room, and could see Tayla standing there watching, with her skirt pulled up and her hand had pulled her panties aside as she was rubbing her pussy. As my eyes made contact with hers, her body shuddered and she gasped as she was hit with an orgasm too. My eyes returned to Cassie as she pulled away from my cock. Her lips were still parted as my cock slid from her mouth, and the cum dripped down her chin before landing on her breasts. Cassie made a show of this, and moved her head so that the cum drips landed all over her tits. The phone hovered, capturing the whole sordid slutty routine.Again, her attention went back to the phone as she sent her ex a dirty, slutty farewell. When I looked back at the doorway, Tayla was not there. I didn't give it much thought as we both collapsed onto the bed and promptly fell asleep.And this is where my story starts…by LoveThighHigh for Literotica.
Who Should I Tell About the Affair? How Do I Do It & What Do I Say? Finding our about your partner's infidelity is bad enough, but with taboo topics such as this there is often an added layer of concern. What if you tell and people cut you and your partner off? What if people blame you? What if you don't do what others “expect” and they are mad? This show navigates some of the considerations around who to tell, why, and how. Top take-a-ways Preparing to share the truth about infidelity is crucial for success. Sandwich the information between an introductory statement such as, “I have something shocking and sad to share with you…” and stating your desired end of the story. This sets the stage for the conversation and prepares the listener for both the information they are about to receive and what you want from them in the sharing of this information. Seek support and understanding for yourself rather than revenge or public embarrassment for another. Gossipy, negative energy will always come back to bite you, and it's important to remember that your goal is your own healing. Communicate clearly about the type of support needed and set boundaries for the kind of feedback one desires. Infidelity is hard for anyone to process. Keep yourself safe by asking for exactly what you need. Choose the right people to confide in and create a support system with individuals whose perspectives align with your desired path for a brighter, empowered future. Download your Sparkle After Betrayal Recovery Guide at www.BetrayalRecoveryGuide.com, a guide designed to help you take the first steps in feeling better, so you can reclaim your power, own your worth, and start putting yourself, and your life, back together again. About Lora: Author, speaker and Burnout & Betrayal Recovery Coach, Lora Cheadle help women rebuild their identity and self-worth so they can find the courage to claim what's possible on the other side of betrayal. Untangle yourself from the past, reclaim your power, and own your worth so you can create a future you love on your own terms. All with a wink and a smile! Learn more at www.loracheadle.com and follow me across all social! Get the support you need to find your footing, begin making sense of it all, and feel better fast. As an attorney, betrayal recovery expert, and survivor of infidelity I can help you find the clarity and confidence to create a life that you love on the other side of betrayal. Book Your Session Here: https://calendly.com/loras-schedule/coaching-session Thank you to BetterHelp for sponsoring this podcast! Take charge of your mental health and get 10% off your first month of therapy at https://BetterHelp.com/FLAUNT The most comfortable shoes you will ever wear! Available in seven heel heights, these shoes will keep you comfortably on your feet for 12 hours. Made with cork, many styles are available including heels, wedges, and boots. www.EuropeanHeels.com $25 off with Discount Code Flaunt
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Suicide Affair: Book One Dark Skies by Tony StanfordThere is a way that seems right unto a person, but the way thereof is the way of death.It is the 1960's. Above the rich Native American city of NuSprings, Missouri, the sky is turning dark with a deadly storm brewing on the horizon. Dark, intriguing, and sometimes chilling, Dark Skies pulls you down a path you would never wish to go. A story of economic discrimination and social prejudices, Dark Skies presents an argument that society molds people creating both heroes and foes.The unexpected, controversial death of her mother, devastated the good-natured, impressionable, seven-year-old Rita Pierce, leaving her lost and vulnerable. Living a life of isolation, her only friends are that of a toy doll, a homemade scarecrow in the garden, and a mischievous one, who is invisible. Her worse fear isn't that of being raised by the monster who killed her mom, but the shadows living in the attic and lurking in dark corners, and threatening to eat her soul.Suicide Affair is a multi-book story of how lives crisscross and intertwine. Some affairs, no matter how exciting or appealing, are suicidal when pursued.Garth, a boy with a good soul, is pushed onto a dark path and pulled into its darkness through revenge and murder. RiverDawg, an aging witch doctor, plays on the path and toys with those who venture down it. Quillpen Jack, a Native American boy hoping one day to become a great warrior, discovers the path is not only dark, but deadly. Will he survive? Will any of them survive the coming storm?Tony Stanford is a self-taught writer and a native of southeast Missouri. Born and raised on Crowley's Ridge, he lives his life in and around the Ozarks. He is a descendant of a full-blooded Cherokee named Leatherface from the 1800's.His passions are that of writing and creating. He thinks outside the box and has a gift of re-imagining things in an ordinary way which shows up both in his writing and creating.https://www.amazon.com/Suicide-Affair-Book-Dark-Skies/dp/1478792361https://suicideaffair.com/https://prestigeinternationalmedia.co/http://www.bluefunkbroadcasting.com/root/twia/111623tspr.mp3
The wife does not expect the radical confrontational method.by zorro4l, listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories.The famed specialist Elsa Jünger cordially welcomes the newly arrived couple to her office and invites them to take a seat in the plush leather armchair provided for this purpose. The couple cannot help but be impressed by the imposing beauty and youthful presence of Dr. Jünger, in her attitude and the tone of her voice emanates a subjugating sensuality, a resolute authority pronounced in the femininity of her forms and the voluptuous aroma of her perfume would impose a certain sense of insecurity and nervousness in the first impression that the couple took of the prestigious psychiatrist with a doctorate in Vienna.“Before we begin, Mr. and Mrs. Holtz, I want you to know that every problem can be solved, no matter how big it is. I want to thank you both for placing your trust in me, I want you to find here a neutral place where no matter how serious the problem is, we will solve it with my method based on the transmutation and the flow of emotions. We could start with you Dominika.” Said the therapist.“We have been married for 20 years, Fritz is a good provider, a good father and he is very responsible, but for a long time now our intimacy has been reduced to a couple of moments per year, he doesn't seem to have much interest in me.” said Dominika.“Let's see what we have here, can you stand up?” said Dr. Jünger.Dominika stood up obediently while the specialist observed the elegance and attractiveness of the demure tone of the housewife.“Good. You are a healthy-looking woman, with a certain attractiveness. Have you thought that your demure appearance and attitude have something to do with it? Don't take it the wrong way, you look refined and very elegant in that button-down dress, you have a face with beautiful features and porcelain skin, you are 43 years old, you have beautiful reddish blonde hair, and after the treatment, your beautiful eyes will shine with joy again.” said Elsa Jünger.The therapist continued to look analytically at Dominika, who remained quietly expectant.“Have you thought that your family's occupations are interfering?” Elsa said as she continued to analyze the woman.“I lead a simple life dedicated to my family.” Dominika said.“Don't be angry, but with that hairstyle and those huge glasses, together with your attitude of monastic modesty and arrogant suburban virtue, you look like a duck on an empty stomach.” Elsa said to Dominika who adopted an astonished expression, she found those words outrageous and incorrect, they made her feel offended and her dignity violated.The therapist walked with resolute seriousness around Dominika without leaving her analytical posture, typical of a specialist who is critical of the causes of the problem. Fritz silently noted the way the attractive doctor's formal attire seemed to fit progressively with a singular adherence to her body, suggesting the resolute ambition of a consummate femininity possessed of extravagant and firm forms. It was impossible for his gaze to focus elsewhere as the spectacular psychiatrist moved about the office analyzing the silent Dominika, for a moment the flirtatious lines of delicate panties under the ever-tightening skirt seemed to insinuate themselves, resolutely asserting their presence and outlining the spherical perfection of the optical poem that was the firm backside of the sensual therapist. Fritz smiled subtly and would immediately notice the same kind of naughty affirmations on his wife's dress.Dr. Jünger continued to express her impressions to Dominika, by this time she was right behind the astonished woman and placed her hands on the shoulders of the unsuspecting housewife.Elsa stopped to observe Fritz, he remained silent and did not seem to understand the seriousness that emanated from that fiery coppery gaze that rested on him in an analytical way, for a moment it seemed as if the therapist was reading an open book which she was able to consult in its entirety, only in a matter of seconds.“When I see you, I feel that there is a succubus eager to come out.” Said the doctor.Her face was illuminated by a perverse smile that was sketched in the cruel sensuality of her lips at the moment when her hands pulled with force Dominika's dress, tearing it suddenly and exposing her intimate clothes.“What the fuck!” Dominika exclaimed in alarm as she was overcome by an unusual stupor that ran through the smoothness of her skin with the speed of thought.Fritz was about to get up from his seat.“Hold it right there! You came to me to improve your life, and you must trust my methods.” Said the specialist imperatively, to which Fritz would be forced to obey.Dominika was changing color, her face was reddening in an accelerated way and gradually the rest of her body where the skin was visible, also began to transmute from its natural pale tone to a bright reddish color that somehow would indicate according to the specialist, clear signs of a caloric reaction in the bloodstream that respond to the emotions that are brewing inside her anatomy as a reflection of her emotions.Dominika felt an indescribable helplessness to move, as she stood there in her satiny white set of full-cut panties and bra, the doctor gently placed her hands on the roundness of those hips covered by the tight panties of the nervous and embarrassed Dominika.“How do you feel now? Tell us the first thing that comes to your mind to describe your sensations.” The specialist, who was standing in front of the exposed and astonished housewife, said seriously.“I am ashamed to be exposed in this violent way that you have exerted on me for no reason, and I feel very upset because; you have just torn my favorite dress!” Dominika said indignantly.“Is that the whole problem? You are in front of your husband and your therapist, I didn't do this in a crowded place where you would get more attention.” The doctor said as she removed Dominika's hair pin and arranged it in a way that would give her hair more volume and show off her new freedom.“Feel the glare of your husband's eyes resting on you right now as he sees you in those tight panties of shimmering nylon, covering the roundness of your sinuous womanhood and his gaze plays guessing games with your lace cup bra.” said Elsa Jünger.Dominika was unable to clear her thoughts of those uncomfortable sensations that came over her after seeing her dress torn on the floor.“He basks in the sparkles of your white ensemble and the jealous duty with which he finds himself guarding the secret of the nymph, imprisoned in that demure position of a respectable lady of the suburbs. And that just a moment ago, her lines were uncomfortable naughty insinuations, through the fabric of your now useless dress, completely alien to your will.” Said the doctor in a tone pregnant with seriousness.Dominika and Fritz maintained an uncomfortable silence as they exchanged glances with each other.“Tell me, Fritz, is your memory taking you for a ride? Don't tell me anything yet! The smile on your lips speaks to me of the echoes imprinted in the incipient sexual awakening of a boy, whose erotic fantasies began when he discovered an image similar to this one and were to be found all that summer in the lingerie catalogs his mother received in the mail.” Said the doctor while maintaining intense eye contact with Fritz.Fritz was beginning to feel a certain nervousness because of the velvety tone Elsa Jünger was using, and he seemed to perceive a certain fieriness in those big coppery eyes that were looking at him penetratingly.“Don't say anything, your face has already expressed itself eloquently, now take a good look at your wife! Calmly and do not hurry, look at how her navel and her thighs contrast with this garment. Think of everything it evokes in you!” said the doctor.Fritz sighed silently as he listened attentively to the sensual therapist.“The discovery of your own eros and the adventure of going into the girls' dressing room that morning. Do you remember the scent of the perfume that day? And surely the fire is still alive in your eyes with which you would see those girls in the future.” said Dr. Jünger to the blushing Fritz, who was deeply shocked by the way his innermost secret memory was laid bare in front of his half-naked wife, who was gaping at the man she thought she knew at all.“Now take three deep breaths, Dominika.” Said the doctor as she instructed her to stand in certain ways, first she had her arm on her hip so that she could lean a little while she put her thighs together and helped her to loosen up a little to adopt a relaxed attitude in the nervousness reflected in her exposed body.“How do you feel now Dominika?” asked the doctor, pleased with what she considered a breakthrough.“I feel a little stupid, vulnerable and humiliated without my dress. Why did you have to tear it?” said Dominika indignantly.“The cost of your dress can be deducted from my fee. Do you feel better now?” answered the doctor with seriousness and a certain cynicism in her words.“No, I'm furious!” Said Dominika approaching the therapist, that shyness and particular shyness and demure modesty typical of a lady of her condition, had evaporated from the affable countenance of that housewife, who suddenly radiated a feline attitude of resolute sufficiency, capable of anything.Fritz watched astonished as his wife turned into a force of nature, who uncontrollably placed her hands on the tight skirt that the therapist was wearing and that soon rose like a theatrical curtain and was torn off like a leaf by the autumn wind, leaving the doctor immersed in the center of the tempest that Dominika's hands became, now imposing their whirlwind-like might on the stunned specialist, whose white silk blouse was ripped open the instant the buttons flew through the air, and was torn in the blink of an eye followed by what appeared to be a beautiful black lace bra that now lay destroyed on the floor.Fritz held his breath as his eyelids took a pause and his eyes seemed to pop out of their sockets at the sudden tearing of fabrics leaving the firm and generous figure of the famed psychiatrist, while a force unheard of in Dominika stripped her with the ease of one who peels a tangerine with her hands.The doctor maintained the composure defined by the stoicism of her unalterable scientific will and demonstrated an immovable calm, not needing her skirt and blouse now torn and scattered on the floor, to regain control of the situation. She placed her hands on Dominika's hips, clasping them against her, and looking her straight in the eyes, she addressed her with a voice studied in its modulation.“Now breathe Dominika, inhale and exhale three times!” said the therapist. Meanwhile Dominika would instantly lose all that destructive momentum that was invading her as if she were in a trance as soon as Elsa Jünger's coppery gaze made contact with her. She stopped and looked at the doctor in panties, stockings and garter belt showing herself calmly and with a certain attitude of pride at the now exposed arrogance of those breasts with pink areolas and the smoothness of her skin enveloping her unusual feminine forms that seemed to emanate erogenous sparkles.A gasping Dominika, surprised and doubtful of herself as she felt a guilty pleasure, being herself with her hands the one who left her therapist half naked, transmuting in seconds her previous role from victim to victimizer, only listened to the strength of her heartbeat crackling a flame shining from her eyes and all over her skin.“How do you feel now Dominika?” said Dr. Jünger standing in front of her in her panties, without losing her composure for a moment, as if she didn't care about her partial nudity in front of the couple.“Now I feel terrible doctor, I've acted like a monster, please excuse me!” Said the agitated woman trying to regain the elegance and propriety of her manners in a desire to hide her pleasure.“Did you get over your torn dress? Does it make you feel better to have equalized things between us? Now we're both in our panties! Said the doctor as a gesture made with both hands pointed to her lack of clothing and made special emphasis on her shapely bare breasts.“Does that make you feel more comfortable now?” Said the therapist in a confident and professional attitude from which emanated a sensuality that silently overwhelmed both Fritz and Dominika.“I'm so sorry, doctor, your clothes! In an absurd outburst I have torn them. I feel so mortified by what I just did, I'm so ashamed, nothing justifies my reaction, but deep down I felt that I let go of something that had been holding me back for a long time.” Dominika said, wrapped in an exciting confusion of pleasure and guilt that began to moisten her.For a moment Fritz's presence seemed to be ignored by his wife and the therapist, immersed in their therapeutic dialogue. The man was pleased by everything his eyes beheld, giving him a voyeuristic sensation and the sudden way in which two beautiful women interacted in panties in a way pregnant with naturalness, just as it happened in the advertisements printed years ago in the genesis of his libido.At that moment a spell of time re-activated the feverish adolescent sensation circulating through his veins, he was eroticized by the fierce power demonstrated by his wife who unthinkingly released a hedonic essence evidenced by the residue of torn garments on the floor, belonging to Dominika and Dr. Jünger. Fritz could not deny how excited he was.“It's an occupational hazard, Dominika. I provoked that catharsis myself, however, you look freer and more confident.” Said the doctor, keeping eye contact with Dominika.“Now look at your husband! He is recreating himself epatante and blissful in the delight caused by the incandescence of your sensuality emerging impetuous, reclaiming his domain snatched by the boredom of loving and living that you yourself have caused. Do you think it is right to have denied him that joy after all that married life?” said Dr. Jünger in a serious tone.Dominika shrugged her shoulders with a certain embarrassment evident in the way she lowered her gaze and her arms awkwardly crossed over her breasts covered by the demure white bra adorned with a bow in the center.“For years you've taken everything for granted and abandoned the adjacent hedonism by provoking passionate debauchery in your man and then you whine because he's lost interest in touching you. That should shame you! Not the fact that you show a little bit of your skin.” Dr. Jünger said in a warm, motherly tone.Dominika was silent, feeling even more embarrassed by those words and surprised by the emotion that was all over her skin at the way Fritz was looking at her at that very moment. She had the impression that her usual temperance was abandoned to a lasciviousness superior to her evanescent demure.“I know you wish to preserve your present energetic mood. You look voluptuous! and it is evident the way you enjoy hoarding the cravings emanating from that lustful adolescent who was dozing in your husband. In the next few days, you will dispense with wearing your skirts, dresses and pants; you will only wear your panties and a very short blouse! You will walk before him from the superb sinuosity of your infinite legs.” Said the doctor in a tone of imperative seriousness, which Fritz silently thanked with a luminous smile on his face, reflected in the coppery gaze of the sensual therapist who smiled back with pleasure.“No way doctor! What will my children say? I can't walk around the house in my panties, then they are visited by their friends. I'm ashamed!” said Dominika astonished.“Don't be silly Dominika! Are you dressed well already? You look radiant! You should be proud of yourself for the fruitful beauty that makes up your forms. Feminine nature was conceived to be admired!” said the therapist.Don't you feel like weaving dreams in the incipient onanistic fantasies of a young man? Watch the way he reacts as he dissects you with the scalpel of his concupiscent gaze and rejoice in that sensation that will run through you sensual and dreamy.” The doctor said as she began to undress Dominika, gently removing her bra and then bending her over to remove her panties.“What are you doing? Stop!” Said Dominika, unable to do anything about it, as she waved her hands to cover herself nervously and awkwardly as she felt naked and exposed.“Look at you now! Don't you feel more comfortable in the shelter of your own skin? Your clothes defined you and did so in a boring way that imprisoned that nymph who now wiggles free from her own purest expression and expands voluptuously into the domain of her dreams.” Said Dr. Jünger as she released her patient's hands with the intention of giving her a sense of security and pride in her new, naked condition.Dominika could not quite process in her body and mind the methods she found radical for couple's therapy. She paused to look at her therapist, scanned the smooth skin of the woman full of herself, and an inquisitive glint would meet the glowing copper-colored eyes of Elsa Jünger, who would respond with a smile and an intuitive glance questioning the finality of her resolution.Elsa exhaled a sigh, walked to her desk and handed Dominika a pair of scissors on her return.“Come on, now finish what you started!” said Elsa, looking her in the eye.Dominika crouched down elegantly and stealthily like a tigress ready to enjoy the last moments of her hunt, the scissors slid like an ascending caress across Elsa's full hips and the cold sound of the steel closing released one of the flanks of those lacy black V-cut panties, Dominika would move feline behind Elsa's back and the caress of the steel would remove the last strip of the unwearable garment, with poetry enunciated in her delicate fingers, she lovingly slid the fabric away and with glee would fill her gaze with the smooth complexion of the spherical consistency of the perfect female derriere.Seconds later, Dominika would deposit the scissors on the floor and her hands would remove the garter belt and pronouncing a caress with her hands, they would descend with the gentleness of a verse along those legs removing one by one their nylon covers, once freed of every fabric and every stitch of cloth the body of the doctor. Dominika ascended and with her gaze certified the absolute nakedness of Elsa Jünger, who stretched out her hands to meet her gaze at the end of the ascent.“Are you satisfied?” said Elsa. “Dominika nodded with a certain perversity lighting up her face.Elsa would place her hand on Dominika's chin, who abandoned herself to the power of those hands, renouncing the vestiges of her modesty and surrendering the will of her lips to the voluptuous therapist, together they would inhabit her skin in a murmur that conspired in the verb.Fritz observed bucolic that verse intoning the exuberant celebration that sublimated his elevated yearnings to the celestial of those bodies nakedly inhabiting the voice of the spirit, without being noticed by the two women.“How do you feel now Dominika?” said the doctor.Dominika sighed, finally allowing her body to take possession of her emotions in the longed-for release of her essence that had slumbered for a lifetime inside her.“I feel free! Sensual, feminine and powerful.” Said Dominika in a tone that denoted the fullness of her newly reborn and liberated spirit.“Well Dominika, now it's time to settle things with Fritz directly.” Said the doctor while she led Dominika in front of the desk, she made her lean in front of the cabinet while she spread her legs.“What are you doing?” Dominika said surprised and embarrassed as she felt the naughty playfulness of the doctor's fingers in her wet and exposed pussy.Dr. Jünger's gaze seemed to light up as soon as Dominika's bushy, glistening reddish pubic bush was fully exposed, she would run her index finger over the spot where the glistening was greatest and with a smile on her face.“This area demonstrates proper functioning!” said the doctor gloating over her naughty find.Dominika blushed upon encountering this truth that she considered of strict and absolute intimacy, she did not understand the reason that suddenly consumed her in an unprecedented excitement for that and she was anxious to discover another hidden treasure in the depths of her being.“You've been so selfish with poor Fritz, you've made him beg you for years to give him a measly taste of your honey,“ said Elsa Jünger, as she caressed one of Dominika's round buttocks and immediately slapped it hard, making Dominika contract with an unknown pleasure at the burning that was roaming her epidermis, she would protest in an attitude of false indignation that she secretly wished for another taste of it.“Well Fritz, this is the moment in which you will rebuke the way I have just shown you, all the physical abandonment in which your wife has kept you over the years.” Said the doctor while taking the astonished and excited husband by the hand, she led him in front of the rumbustious and generous pale roundness that Dominika's splendid ass offered to the view.The first slap would sound loudly and instantly Dominika shuddered with the sensation of chaste sin eagerly receiving the atonement brought by the lightness that flared on her skin as it was lit with reddish hues by the avid firmness in Fritz's hand.The doctor stood contemplating the couple who showed enormous progress due to the radical therapeutic treatment. She gloated with pleasure at the growing sexual tension her patients reflected experiencing.“What the fuck, Angela! What have you done with my patients?” Said a blonde presence standing in the suddenly opened closet door, her panting breath and the fire in her eyes showed the throbbing indignation in her naked body, in her hands hung a rope which was the obvious cause of those marks on her wrists and ankles.“Angela?” asked the panting couple in unison as they stared in confusion at the exuberant brunette who initially greeted them and smiled at them from her nakedness, the way someone would when caught in the throes of their greatest mischief. And they looked quizzically at the naked blonde newcomer whose obvious discomfort and embarrassment were charmingly arousing to the couple who began whispering things in each other's ears.“This woman appeared naked in my office, she introduced herself as a new patient who urgently required a consultation, she calls herself Angela Hedon, as a psychiatrist I have seen all kinds of cases, she somehow made me undress and, in her game, she convinced me to gag me, then I was tied up in the closet of my office and when I came out, I found this usurpation that she has made of me, I apologize to you gentlemen.” Said the beautiful blonde who seconds later was looking at the torn fabrics on the floor.“My clothes! What did you do, Angela? You impish woman!” Said the real Dr. Jünger, enraged at the way Angela laughed loudly and pointed at her.Dominika went over to whisper something in Fritz's ear, he smiled pleased and with a gesture he would approve what Dominika said, she would approach Dr. Jünger, help her up and after looking into her eyes in a sweet way, she would murmur some things in her ear. She took the hand of the specialist and with an attitude of maternal tenderness began to comfort her, first wiping away her tears, the gentleness of her words would calm the blonde woman who abandoned herself to the empire and sweetness of Dominika who was immediately lavishing her with her caresses.“I don't know how to repay you for all you have done for us, the way you deciphered us is as incredible as your amazing ways are. Thank you for everything!” Said Fritz to the smiling Angela Hedon.She would approach Fritz suggestively, caress his face and began to whisper in his ear while one of her hands would play perversely on Fritz's crotch, he again thanked her. She would take him by the hand and lead him to the desk where Dominika and Dr. Jünger were sitting, Angela would kiss the two women on the lips and place Fritz between them who would eagerly wrap him while the lush imposter walked away watching them.Dominika found herself subjugated by the endemic power of an ecstasy whose novelty coursed through her entire being, she thought she saw Angela put on the white panties she was wearing, and the matching bra, she smiled as she watched that seductive woman with the optics with which she felt watched by Fritz minutes before. Dominika felt a leap in her heart as soon as she saw Angela take the torn dress, she shook it spread out in the air and then she would start to put it on getting ready to leave, her eyes would cross with the absorbed Dominika, who was embracing the beginning of her new life and was eager to discover the new paraphilias she would share with Fritz in the near future.“How do you feel now Dominika?” Said Angela Hedon standing in the doorway dressed in Dominika's clothes, her black hair flowing freely down to just below her shoulders, the radiant coppery charm of her eyes mirroring those of the astonished Dominika.Dominika simply smiled, looked around, waved her hand in farewell to Angela and lost herself in the embrace of bodies at that desk.by zorro4l, for Literotica..
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Missionary Girl Finds Expression in Her Sexuality at CollegeBy CelinasFantasy Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.As I sit in class with the sixty or so other students, the lecture fades away. There’s just Dr. Smith as he lays out the scenario to teach us about social inequality. He comes closer to my desk and his passionate blue eyes fall on me. Couldn’t he just lean a little closer, drop that pen he always uses to teach with, that he clicks to make a point, and then get on his knees right in front of me? I bet the stubble on his sharp jaw would feel great against my calf. Then he’d just happen to notice that I don’t have anything on under my skirt. He’d have the class do something, then stroke up my legs, kiss and lick up my thighs, hold me in place and tell me to be quiet so he can give me a ‘private lesson’.Just like any other day in class, he’d be completely in control while I’d be struggling to stay quiet and fighting my blush so no one notices anything is a miss as he slowly licks and kisses up to my cunt, I squeeze my legs together tightly and try to focus on my notes. Getting distracted by another fantasy about Dr. Smith isn’t going to help me get my degree, even if I think it’s a better way to spend class time, study time, and those nights where my roommate is with her boyfriend.His eyes flick to me and I answer his question, “It’s the institutionalized racism that sets the groundwork for such practices and methods of thinking to continue without change. It’s easier to change minds than to dismantle an entire set of laws, communities, and address the history they’re founded on.”“Very good, Celina,” he appraises with a smile.My own answers right away and I dip my head to try to keep it focused through the rest of class. Just thirty minutes left and I’ll be free of the torture of watching Dr. Smith, trying to focus, and fighting the growing lust that keeps filling me. I reach for my cross necklace, trying to pull myself back into place. What would my mother think of me getting distracted by an older man after getting home from a mission trip!She always says I’m the best daughter she could ask for. She tells her friends I have a good head on my shoulder, that I’m going to do great things in the world someday and that I’m living just like a good Mormon girl should.I always took that as a compliment, until I realized I’m one of the only virgins in my dorm. I’m definitely the oldest virgin in the dorm. Twenty years old and I’m the only one who’s never had sex.The thought makes me blush.A part of me just wants to get it over with. I’ve heard it’s painful the first time, but after that it’s magical and wonderful.Tugging on the cross again and feeling the chain bite into the back of my neck banishes the thought.It’s a miracle I make it through class without embarrassing myself by answering a question wrong or voicing exactly what I’m thinking. Of course, Dr. Smith asks me to 'hang back’ after class.When the others leave he hands me something. I stare at the paper. “You want me to be your teacher’s assistant this year?”“You know what you’re doing in every sociology class, Celina. I know you said you want to be a social worker and that’s great, but I want you to be a teacher’s assistant for me so you can see all the options. You could go into law and really defend people. You could teach, you could be a researcher, and become one of the people I teach about. Plus, being a teacher’s assistant looks great on resumes,” he winks at me.That one little move and the smile he gives me has me wetter than porn. I force the best and most innocent smile I can when I agree. I wave to him, “have a good weekend!” “You too, Celina! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” he calls.I hear him chuckle and catch something I shouldn’t hear as it echoes down the hall, “that means you can pretty much do anything.”I blush again and quickly head across campus to my dorm. I get back to the dorm and flop on the lower bunk bed. Less than ten minutes later, my roommate, Millie comes in. She sits with me on my bed.“Happy first week of classes,” she says softly.“You too,” I sigh.“Still thinking about some guy you met in, where did you go again?” She nudges my leg.“I went to the Dominican Republic. I met plenty of people, but no guy,” I admit, playing with my necklace again. “I just didn’t want to go another year as the reigning champ of those ice breaker games.”“Aww, innocent little Celina being good for her parents,” Millie teases. “Come on. You’re twenty. You’re a whole adult! When are you going to start living the life you want instead of the one your mother has all laid out for you?”“She has connections,” I grumble.“To be a social worker? I’m pretty sure as long as you have a degree and you’re willing to show up they’ll take you. They’re so backlogged and overworked,” Millie huffs. “Anyway, working crazy hours and stressing about bills is right around the corner. Don’t you want to have some fun before then?”“I have, ” I can’t make myself say fun.Going on Mission trips used to be fun. I got to work hard, I got to help people. I got to travel. I didn’t always 'share the word of god’ because I wanted to learn everything about the people who were already there.Lately, though, I feel like there’s some leash on me that keeps getting tighter. My mom has been promising surprise visits, she’s told me she’s found some nice boys that might be an option for me someday. She’s planning out every bit of my life and my control just keeps slipping away.“Celina?” Millie nudges me.“I’ve never been to a frat party, you know?”“Oh, I know. And if you would have told me that you had, I wouldn’t have believed you,” she laughs.“We should change that,” I mumble.“Oh. My. God. I thought you’d never ask!” Millie squeals as she jumps up. She runs right to her closet and starts pulling things out. “You’re going to be such a fun Barbie to play with. No more long skirts and flowy tops that hide your curves.”“You haven’t seen my curves!”“Honey, when you get back from the shower you clutch your towel so tightly that I get jealous of that hourglass figure. Now we just have to dress you properly and you’re going to be all the guys can think of.”“Millie, don’t go crazy. There can’t be any pictures that tag me, there can’t be anything that my mom will see and-”“You’re being a normal college girl for once in your life! I’m so excited that I’m not going to let anything ruin it. If you like one party, then we’ll be able to go to more, and trust me, I want you there.”I laugh and she goes over the rules with me while making me try on a ton of different outfits. From skin-tight jeans that won’t button with my hips to skirts that are truly sinful. She finally hides me from the mirror with a bright smile while doing my makeup and hair.I’m stuffed in some little pink dress that feels amazing on my skin and at least covers my ass. It shows some cleavage, holds to my body until my hips, then flairs out just enough that I feel like I actually have clothes on.“What’s the top three rules, Celina?” She asks after coating my lips with something.“Don’t take drinks from anyone if they’re already open. Don’t go into a room with a bunch of guys alone. Always make sure I can see you,” I repeat.“That’s right. We’re going to the frats together, so we’re leaving together,” she says seriously.“You’re starting to scare me. It sounds dangerous,” I grumble.“Frat guys can be like starved animals and tonight you look like a perfect steak. They’re going to want to drag you back to their rooms and fuck you until you can’t stand it anymore. Trust me, that’s no way to lose your virginity,” She points mascara at me. “Now, try to keep your eyes still.”While she keeps working on my face and hair I think of that image. Multiple men fighting over me, wanting me, trying to claim me, and using every hole they can get. Even my back hole which I’ve seen in porn and, honestly, I enjoyed myself after taking off my cross and hoping God wouldn’t judge.That doesn’t sound terrible. Being wanted that badly that men are willing to share, being craved and taught so much in one night. Being offered everything,“You got quiet. Are you still going to go with me?” She asks.“Yes! I’m going. Trust me. I want to be there,” I assure with a smile.“You look like you’re going to be naughty. If that’s what you want, just tell me before you disappear into a room. I can vet the guys for you,” she says.“How?”“I’ve slept with some and my brother is at the frat we’re going to. He knows the guys who understand the word 'no’ and he’ll make sure we stay safe. The guys already know that if they so much as insult me, Eric will kick their asses to the moon and then they’ll get to explain why they can’t have sex for a week or two,” she laughs darkly.Finally, Millie lets me see my reflection.I feel brand new. I look like myself, only upgraded and I had no idea I was anything like this. I bounce a little and she hands me cut flats. “I’d say heels, but those take practice and we might be on our feet for hours, so we’re not doing that.”“Next time,” I agree.“I like the idea of next time, especially since you’re already so gung-ho about it!” She bounces while taking my hand.We walk to the frat houses and head to the largest one that has a crowd of people eagerly standing around. It’s barely dark out and already people are openly drinking on campus. There’s some odd-smelling smoke too.Millie rolls her eyes. “If someone offers you something to smoke, definitely say no.”“No need to worry about that,” I assure, wrinkling my nose.We head inside, using the door to the first floor where there’s two wide open sections. People are playing beer-pong, other games, and dancing. Millie mixes a drink, tells no less than three guys to fuck off, then hands me the red-solo cup.“Sip that. I mix strong drinks,” she warns.“Who’s your gorgeous friend, Mills?” A tall boy asks. He looks familiar but I can’t remember him.I take a full drink of what Millie made and sputter.She laughs. “I told you, Celina. Go slow.” She turns to the guy. “Ryan, you know my roommate.”“Holy shit. Look at you. Came out of the bible and looking good,” he drinks me in.Millie elbows him. “Are you still my boyfriend or are you shopping around?”“All yours, beautiful. You did a great job.” He kisses her neck and murmurs more compliments in her ear until she’s giggling and more than happy to kiss him.“Really Mills? In the kitchen? Take it up to Ryan’s room,” Eric, her older brother orders.I’ve met him more than her boyfriend and had a little too much eagerness to come today since finding out he and his girlfriend broke up. Eric is as gorgeous as Millie, plus he’s essentially a full wall of muscle.He’s the kind of guy a girl can only dream about with deep green eyes, tan skin, wild surfer-boy hair and enough meat on his frame to make any girl want to swoon just so he’d catch them in his arms.He looks me over slowly as he takes a long drink from a bottle of beer. “Well, you look nice, Celina.”“Thanks, it’s all Millie,” I mumble, feeling out of place now that Millie is actively making out with her boyfriend and lost to the rest of the world.Eric rounds the counter between us. “It’s not all Millie.”He offers me his hand and leads me to the dance floor. I stand on my toes as I notice how everyone else is dancing. I press myself against his chest after stumbling to try and reach his ear.“I don’t know how to dance like this.”“I’ll teach you,” he promises.He turns me around. “Take two big drinks.”I do that, hissing as the alcohol hits my tongue. After my third drink, he steals my cup from me and takes a drink for himself. Eric guides me back until my ass is cradled by his hips. “Just move with me, Celina. Let me guide it and stay pressed to me like glue.”I do what he says. It’s easier to let go than I figured it would be. Eric dances with me,rubs my hips until I feel all gooey inside, and controls my drinking so I’m never more than buzzed. I can appreciate the fun without worrying, but I’m not tripping over myself like some other girls.Another guy comes up and dances in front of me. Eric chuckles and puts my hand on the other guy’s shoulder.I giggle and stroke down his chest. He moves with me, slides his thigh between my legs so I’m grinding on him and I gasp at the rush of pleasure that pulses through my body in tune with the music.Two attractive men rubbing against me, hard and muscular, and, it’s so much better than fantasizing about a professor or getting papers done early just to watch Friends re-runs. I moan when the guy in front of me runs his fingers through my hair and guides my head back.“You want a kiss, baby?” he croons.I nod hopelessly as I eye his full lips. He kisses me slowly, drawing it out like he knows it’s my first time. I melt against him.Eric, unwilling to let me forget him, starts kissing across my neck in a way that sparks a fire low in my belly. I feel like I’m made of lava and the pressure just keeps building. I turn my head and Eric’s mouth fits mine.Unlike the man in front of me, Eric doesn’t take his time. He’s not soft, he’s full of demands. His tongue pushes between my lips and claims me entirely. All I can do is suck his tongue and try to answer the soft strokes as he explores my mouth and takes everything he wants.He cups my breast in one big hand while the guy in front of me palms my ass.I’ve never felt hornier in my life. I moan and roll my hips on the other guy’s thigh, needing more of that delicious friction of his hard cock if we’re going to be keeping this up. They both feed me kisses, press me harder between their bodies, fight over my attention until I’m so high on the lust coursing through my body, I can’t get enough.I want all of them. The dress, their clothes, it’s all in the way.Eric tosses back the rest of my drink, then throws me over his shoulder. I gasp. “Hey!”“You’re coming with me, Celina,” Eric decides.“Don’t leave me out!” The other guy complains.He follows us and keeps playing with my hair. “You’re a naughty thing aren’t you?”“I want to be,” I say, even as my cross necklace hits me in the face.I lean forward and bite Eric’s ass through his jeans. He chuckles. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Celina. Be careful since you don’t know the rules.”I giggle and bite him again. He tosses me down in a bed and I see two other guys already in the room he brought me to. I don’t know them, but I don’t care. Eric is someone I can trust. He takes off his shirt and climbs on top of me, feeding me more of his hot, controlling, delicious kisses.“Celina,” he whispers against my lips, “I want you to meet my friends.”“Hi,” I say before pulling Eric back to me and stroking over his gorgeous body. His arms are so strong, so amazing.“James is the one you met on the dance floor,” Eric says while sitting back on his heels and pulling one of my feet over his shoulder to kiss up my calf.James kisses me hungrily, his hand slipping into the top of my dress to stroke the sensitive skin of my breast. A moan bubbles from my throat as his fingers close around my nipple, tugging and massaging until I can’t control my squirming.“Tuck and Aaron are both here in the room,” Eric continues.I look over and see both of the other guys watching. Eric nips the inside of my knee. “Do you want them to kiss you too? To touch your gorgeous body?”“Maybe,” I say before licking my lips.Eric chuckles. “Looks like you two are on the sidelines for the start.”“Boo,” One of them says.“Shut it, Tuck, enjoy the show,” the other one, with thick blonde hair, says sharply.Eric and James pull the whole mattress off the bed and to the middle of the floor. I stretch out, enjoying the envious looks of the guys as the skirt of my dress rides up. Eric’s face blushes despite the hunger in his gaze.“I don’t think she needs underwear, what about you, James?” Eric asks.“Seems like a waste to me,” he agrees.“Please,” I tug at my own soaking panties. “Off?”“What a good girl,” Eric pulls me closer to him and spreads my legs. “You want these panties off?”“Yes,” I whimper, feeling exposed as he stretches my legs wide so everyone can see exactly how wet my cotton panties are.“So wet already,” Eric croons. “Is your cunt aching to be filled?”“Yes!” I whine. “Please, I want you to fill me!”Eric and James slide my underwear off and I start fighting my dress. Tuck, the one with black hair and dark eyes slowly guides my dress up until it’s only covering my breasts. He kisses me slowly, only breaking the kiss to finish removing my dress.I moan as the cool air hits my skin and tightens my nipples into hard, needy peaks. Tuck takes care of that, sucking one nipple into his mouth while massaging my other breast. I moan as his tongue swirls and flicks over my nipple.As if that’s not enough, I see James lower his body between my legs. He kisses across my thigh and Eric smiles. “He’s going to make sure you’re all ready for us, Celina. We don’t want you hurting.”“Please!” I beg even as my fingers wind into Tuck’s hair. “I want, ”“I know you want plenty” Eric croons. “We’re going to take our time and do it right. Especially if you want all of us.”I nod and he strokes through my hair. I whimper and lift my hips when James licks over my clitoris.Eric grins. “You like that?”“Yes, so much!” I groan.James does it again and again, using his tongue in ways that have me dizzy. He moans and sucks the same spot, making my toes curl in the stupid shoes I still have on. Eric unzips his jeans in front of me.“You wanted to bite my ass, can you be a good girl and settle for sucking?” He asks.I eye his gorgeous big cock and nod as I lick my lips. “Yes. Please!”He grins and slowly eases into my mouth. He whispers instructions, “lick and suck.That’s right. Use your tongue. Fuck, your mouth is so tight, so hot and wet. You’re perfect, Celina. You’ve been hiding so much.”I moan and take him deeper, wanting to fit as much as possible in my mouth. I like how full he makes me feel, how powerful I feel as he fills my throat again and again. It’s wonderful, and I just want more.“Slowly. I don’t want to cum without fucking you. I’m your warm-up, Celina,” Eric purrs.I get him to the point where he’s shaking, but then I can’t hold back. My back arches and I moan. James’ tongue demands my attention as he sucks and licks at the same time, just like Eric told me to do.I gasp and grip his hair tighter and nearly scratch Tuck’s scalp as I try to find something to hold onto.Eric strokes through my hair. “Come, sweetheart. Just let go and enjoy it.”I whimper, but when Tuck’s teeth graze my nipple, I burst. My eyes flutter shut as pleasure shoots through me. I try to close my legs, try to wiggle away from the overwhelming feeling, but I’m locked between these three men with nowhere to go.I come down from the high and see them switching positions. Eric holds my leg up and groans. “Such a pretty cunt. I think you want something inside it, don’t you, Celina?”“Yes,” I say in a hoarse voice.“Good girl. Take Tuck in your mouth and I’ll finger you,” he barters.I do exactly as I’m told. Tuck thrusts into my mouth, so I get to take him even deeper than Eric. Even when I start to gag, I just pull him closer. My eyes roll back as Eric eases two fingers into my cunt.I know I can take more thanks to the toy I’ve been using – the one Millie bought me as a joke. What I don’t expect is something wet against my ass. I start to pull away from Tuck, but he holds my chin.There’s a First For Everything,“Aaron likes eating ass. Is that okay?” he asks.I nod weakly. My legs are shaking. His tongue, Eric’s fingers, Tuck’s cock filling my throat. A hand cups my other breast, pinching and teasing my nipple. There’s James. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.I cum again as Eric fingers me hard and fast. Tuck’s legs shake and I suck harder, determined to pull him down with me. He groans and rasps, “you want my cum, baby?”I nod and grab his ass, jerking him further down my throat just as Aaron slides a finger into my ass. Tuck and I come apart together. He fills my mouth with cum as my whole body tightens and lightning bolts of ecstasy shoot through me.Tuck chuckles softly and pets my hair after I swallow. “Such a good girl. Where have you been hiding?”“In her dorm all this time,” Eric says before pulling on a condom. “You belong right here, don’t you Celina?”“More?” I ask.The guys chuckle, then I hear another condom being put on. Tuck sits on his bed,watching with hungry, eager eyes. James helps me onto my knees. Eric lifts me onto his lap until his cock nudges my cunt.“Can you take me?”I nod. “You’re only a little bigger than my toy.”“What about Aaron in your ass?”I look back at him and nod slowly, but face Eric. “You first.”“Yes, sweetheart. Me first.”He slowly guides me down his cock. I thought he was only a little bigger than my toy, but he feels a million times better. I grip his shoulders hard, whimpering as I take every inch. He helps me move up and down, his hands on my hips firmly. He kisses me softly, whispers encouragements, then settles for kissing my throat.I feel Aaron nudging my ass with his cock, then something wet and slippery coats that back hole and my crack. I can’t look since James offers me his cock, tapping it against my lips.I open for him and moan as he fills me. He runs his fingers through my hair as Aaron kisses across my shoulder.“You’re such a good girl, taking all of us. Such a treasure,” he purrs.Already, my toes are curling. I love feeling this full of them. I love feeling this used, this valued. When Aaron slowly eases into my ass, I feel the pressure, the little pricks of pain, all of it, it feels so good. “Holy fuck give it to me harder” I yell.Eric increases the pace and rubs my clit while James keeps nodding and telling me how well I take his cock. By the time I realize I’m hurting, Aaron is already completely inside of me.I gasp and James pulls out of my mouth. “How does that feel?”“Do you want us to stop?” Eric asks seriously.“No, don’t stop. Don’t ever stop. So good,” I moan as cum drips down my lips, my head hitting Eric’s shoulder.When he and Aaron move, I nearly scream as I come apart. It’s too intense, too overwhelming. My thighs are all slick with my own wetness and I feel dirty in the best way. I lean towards James once the orgasm passes and take him deep in my throat.I can’t get enough of them. The way they grunt and groan around me, the compliments they give me, how they restrain themselves so I don’t get hurt. James comes first, filling my mouth again until I have to swallow twice to get it all down.Then Eric and Aaron nod. They take everything up a notch. Instead of moving together like they were, they find a pace that’s opposite of each other. I can’t catch my breath, I can’t think straight, all I feel is pleasure like I could only dream about. I take whatever kisses I’m offered, I hold onto both men as they share me, I cum more times than I can count, until finally, they both finish with growls and sharp grunts.They slide out of me and I lay on the mattress, sore all over from this new experience, breathless, and overwhelmed.“Get showered,” Eric orders the other guys.They leave only once I have a blanket over me. Eric pushes my hair from my face and chuckles at whatever expression I have on.“You’re a treasure, Celina,” he whispers in my ear before kissing me slowly. I smile and he chuckles. “There you are.”“I want more,” I stroke down his chest. “I want to feel that good always.”“I’m more than happy to make you feel that good again, but right now, you need to rest.You’re already going to be sore,” he kisses my forehead.After a few minutes, he manages to sneak me into a bathroom and helps me scrub down in the shower stall without getting my hair or face wet. Once I’m dry and dressed, he leads me back downstairs with a wicked glint in his eyes.We’re keeping a secret from his sister, I know that. He dances with me again, gets me another drink, and doesn’t hesitate to grab my ass whenever he wants. I realize I left my underwear in his room, but I can’t make myself care about that either.I’m sure Millie won’t like me dancing with her brother. I’m sure my best friend won’t be happy that her brother and his friends took a whole lot of my firsts today, but all I can think about is when I can have them again. When I can have anyone again like that.Eric pulls me back against him. “I ruined your sweetness, didn’t I?”“No,” I stroke down his chest and grin. “You just made me a whole lot greedier for things I didn’t even know were possible.”He kisses me quickly. “Anytime you want fun, you know where to come.”“Your room?”“Sure, I’ll make you come there, the bathroom, your room, the library, there’s a list of places. I’m a very kinky guy like that” he chuckles.I smile and twist under his arm. Why the hell did I wait so long to take what I want, especially when it means having this kind of pleasure and this kind of fun?By CelinasFantasy
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In this episode my guest, Amber Albee Swenson, shares practical tips that are really simple to incorporate into your relationship with your spouse, as well as warning signs that show you might be in dangerous territory with someone outside of your marriage. Amber has lots of great wisdom including this: "There's a woman out there who would be thrilled with your husband. So, stop being critical [of him]. Being critical is not a spiritual gift." That's a good word we need to frequently be reminded of.
The visitor came at an unexpected time.Just when you are ready for some relief the doorbell rings.by Bumpinguglies. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.She stood in the middle of the living room doing a quick mental checklist to ensure she had everything she needed to quell the incessant throbbing between her legs. Her dildo was there. The homemade DVD she had made of porn clips was in the player and there was a large glass of wine on the coffee table. Good, she was ready. All afternoon at work she had felt horny as hell for some reason and now it was time to take care of it. Just the thought of her realistic dildo inside her made her crave cock in her cunt.With her damp panties reeking of pussy discarded on the floor, she reclined on the couch; legs parted wide and pressed play on the remote. The TV screen came to life.A woman has hold of a large rigid cock, licking and sucking the huge swollen head. She starts to fuck it with her mouth forcing herself on it, deeper and deeper, trying to swallow every inch and take it down her throat. The scene cuts to the same cock between an open pair of legs, its owner pressing forward, forcing the head between the lips of the pussy he is about to fuck. They part and the head sinks inside. The man thrusts his hips, driving his hard throbbing shaft deep inside the eager woman's body.Her chest heaving with arousal, she slipped a hand between her legs as she watched the couple on the screen. Fuck she was wet. She had been all afternoon and her clit ached to be touched. Just as she wet her fingers with the wetness pooled at her opening the doorbell rang.“Fuck!” she cursed in frustration, desperate to cum. Picking up the remote, she turned off the TV and clambered off the couch and made for the front door.“Hello.” He said with a beaming smile. “I thought I'd just pop in to see how you are doing.”“I'm not interrupting anything am I.” he asked, his smile disappearing. It must have been her expression. She bet she had a face like thunder.“No, no, come in.” she said, trying to ignore the unrelieved ache between her legs. “Go on in and I'll fix you a drink.” She let him in and then went to the kitchen to pour another glass of wine.“I think I might have interrupted something.” He called to her. As she entered the living room with his wine she froze on the spot horrified. Fuck! He was standing there, looking down at the dildo on the coffee table and her panties on the floor. She had turned off the DVD but had forgotten about them in her frustration and haste. Realising she had been caught with her pants down literally, she decided to brazen it out.“Well.” She said. “When you rang the doorbell, I was about watch a homemade porno and fuck myself stupid with that toy.”“Really?” he said, suddenly quite interested. “I like porno's, do you think I could stay and watch it with you?”She thought about it for a second and then shrugged. “Fuck it, why not.” she told him, passing him his glass of wine. Together, they sat at each end of the couch. She picked the remote and pressed play, her panties and dildo still where they lay. Once again, the TV screen sprung to life, continuing the scene where it left off.The woman was moaning loudly as he drove his cock in and out of her wet pussy, slamming into her like a man possessed. She gripped his arms, thrusting her aching cunt up to meet his thrusts, desperate to cum with his hard cock inside her. He had other ideas. When she finally came, he pulled out quickly and sprayed her pussy with thick warm squirts of cum, the last of it flowing out of his cock into her contracting opening. Leaning back on his haunches, he watched as she rubbed it all over her rigid clit as her orgasm subsided, scooping one last drop up and sucking it off her fingerAbsorbed by the film and forgetting about her visitor, her hand was once again under her dress and between her legs, her fingers slowly stroking at her swollen tingling clit. Her legs fell apart as they slid down her drenched slit and up inside her aching pussy. Not until she heard the sharp intake of breath at the other end of the couch did she remember where she was. Looking over, she saw he was watching her, his hand massaging a hard bulge through the material of his pants. Turned on and feeling so fucking horny, she reached down and pulled her dress up giving him a good look at her masturbating her shaved wet pussy. Him watching her was even more exciting and she rubbed and fucked her pussy even harder, driving two fingers inside her dripping hole, rocketing her fast towards orgasm,“Take it out.” she croaked, her eyes glued to the bulge in his pants, wanting to see his hard cock. Without taking his eyes off her pussy, he quickly unzipped, reached in and pulled out his throbbing cock. The sight of it made her gasp, her pussy gushing over her fingers in excitement.“Stroke it.” She ordered him.He leant back on the couch gripping his cock, his hand sliding up and down the rigid shaft, precum oozing from the tip of the swollen enormous head.“Oh fuck!” she cried out, finger fucking herself frantically. Suddenly she was squirting, her pussy spraying wetness all over her thighs and the couch as her hips bucked and her legs shivered in a hard full body shaking orgasm.“Come here.” she almost screamed at him as she lay back on the couch, her stomach in uncontrollable spasms. Quickly, he was off the couch and in front of her, undoing his belt and pushing down his pants, his hard cock sticking out, twitching with excitement. Sitting up, she leant forward, took hold of it and enveloped it with her mouth. In urgent need to cum, he thrust into her mouth fucking it, trying to get all of himself inside. Eagerly, she pulled and sucked at it until she heard him moan and felt the warmth in her mouth as he filled it with cum. Swallowing hard, she gulped it down, her lips locked hard around his cock, determined to milk every last drop from him. She was so turned on and aroused, she withdrew her mouth and rubbed his cock all over her face wanting to feel and smell it on her.Releasing him, she quickly removed her clothes, laid back on the couch and pulled up her legs, spreading them wide. Staring between her legs and knowing what she wanted, he tore off his clothes and knelt before her. Leaning forward, he curled his arms around her legs and pressed his face to her sodden pussy.“OH yes, lick my cunt.” She moaned. His tongue dipped into her wet opening and slid up between her parted lips and onto her clit. She groaned with pleasure and he repeated it, lapping at her swollen pussy, over and over. With her legs trembling, he slid two fingers inside and she came again with a wail, her pussy squirting hard, her legs and stomach jerking in orgasm. With her wetness dripping off his cheeks and chin onto the couch and floor between her legs, he rubbed his mouth all up and down her cunt. He too, wanted the smell and taste of her on him. That lovely musky pussy aroma he could breathe in again and again smeared across his face.“Get it hard and fuck me.” she pleaded, wanting to feel hard cock inside her. Half hard again, he pulled his cock as he rose up and covered her. Pressing it to her opening, he pushed himself into her. She gasped at the feeling of it entering her and sliding deep in her body. With every thrust she could feel him harden more, filling her, the swollen head of his cock rubbing the walls of her pussy. Lost to the need to cum again, he slammed himself between her legs, driving in hard and deep.“Fuck!” she cried out, his cock sending her over the edge, her pussy cumming hard and her insides contracting uncontrollably.Spent, the both sat slumped on the couch watching the remained of her porno compilation, gently masturbating each other, keep themselves nicely aroused. When it finished, she turned to him smiling and said “I think you had better stay the night.”“Are you sure I won't be interrupting anything.” he said smiling.“Not if you bring that magnificent cock upstairs with you.” She replied with a cheeky grin.As they climbed naked, hand in hand up the stairs, the dildo and panties lay where they had been all night, unused and undisturbed.by Bumpinguglies for Literotica
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