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Jenn pounded her knuckles against the leather bindings on her steering wheel.She held her key set to her lips. The familiar brassy smell comforted her. “Please work. Please work.” She cried out, as she tried to start her car again. The engine seemed to turn over, but the car wouldn’t start.



The leather seat of Jenn’s Toyota was sticky with sweat . She was starting to panic. Her phone was dead and it was getting late. Her husband was going to be pissed at her. They were under some financial stress and a broken car was only going to make the tension between them worse. She didn’t want to call him. She could already hear her husband’s condescending tone. She decided to distract herself with a cigarette.



Jenn could see the steam rising from the concrete when she opened her car door and put one black stiletto heel to the hot ground. Seeing no one around, she spread her legs in the polka dotted mini skirt as she reached in her backseat for her cigarettes. Her inner thighs were soaked with sweat. She leaned against her car as she smoked a menthol light and looked at the dilapidated neighborhood that surrounded her. Jenn was on her way home from work as a elementary school math teacher at a good prep school on the other side of the city. Unfortunately for her, she had to drive through some seedy neighborhoods between the school and her home in the outskirts of the city. Now she found herself in the neighborhood ironically called Heaven, a neighborhood known for gangs, drug problems and violence. The sidewalks and streets were edged with garbage. It smelled like sewage in the hot late summer heat.



She was taking the last drag of her cig when she noticed two thuggish men staring at her from across the street. She turned the other way. Twenty-five year old Jenn was used to male attention, and ignored most of it. She had a pretty face with big blue eyes and long eyelashes. Her lips were large and defined. She had long, straight blonde hair that she wore down past her shoulders most of the time. She was short, maybe 5’2″, and petite. She made up for her size by wearing high heels and short skirts. Short skirts that molded to her perfectly sculpted bubble butt. For as tiny as she was, Jenn had swollen breasts, around 36 C , that seemed to peek out of all her tops. Men couldn’t help but stare. There was something so arousingly sensual about Jenn that was impossible to ignore.



The two thugs were still staring at her. She felt their eyes on her crotch and her tits, hungry for her. She straightened herself up, pulling down her short skirt. She was frightened. She started to run through the darkest of scenarios in her brain. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw another man was walking up to her. He was in his mid thirties. He was dressed nicely, looked well groomed and polite. He was going to rescue her.



“What do you have little lady, car troubles?”



“Yes, and my phone is dead. Thank you so much for coming over to help.”



“No problem. I don’t have my phone on me either. It’s charging on my kitchen table.”



His eyes were kind. She felt safer.



“But my house is just around the corner. You can come in and use it.” he said, pointing to the end house.



She wasn’t comfortable with going into his house. She frantically skimmed through her brain for an idea.



“Let me see your phone,” he said as he grabbed at the phone in her hand. “It looks like we use the same charger,” he said before she came up with an argument. “Come with me. We will get you in touch with someone. This isn’t the best neighborhood after dark. We got a lot of punks running around.”



“Well thank you, sir. I really appreciate it. My husband is going to be worried.” She emphasized the word husband so this stranger would know she didn’t want any funny business. “What’s your name? My name is Jenn.”



“Jenn, I’m David. Pleased to meet you.”



She followed him past three row houses. His house was clean looking. It needed a paint job, but there were far worse looking houses in this neighborhood. The grass was cut. There wasn’t trash in the yard. She felt a little more at ease.



He opened the door. She stepped in and immediately felt a sense of dread. The house smelled like wet dogs and burning incense covering up a skunky weed smell. There were three young men sitting on a dirty old couch. Their eyes lit up. She made eye contact now with David. She suddenly knew he was going to devour her.



“I…I have to go. Thank you.” She tried to escape to the front door. The fattest of the three young men moved quickly to put his huge body against her tiny frame and the door. His lips moved into a smirk as he moved his body closer to her, intimidating her. He looked to David for instruction.



“Oh baby doll, you aren’t gonna go anywhere right now. You are going to work on letting that sweet beautiful ass that the gods gave you be less tight and stuck up. Now come on.”



David wasn’t so nice now as he tugged on her arms. She cried out as he lifted her up by her armpits. His rough hands were edging her breasts. The guy that guarded the door picked up her feet. She kicked at him as hard as she could. He was stronger than her and mockingly laughed at her fight.



They carried her to the kitchen. The kitchen was bare. One of the walls had a large hole in it from water damage. The room smelled like rotten food. They threw her onto the filthy rust-colored linoleum floor. The two other guys from the couch had followed into the kitchen. She sensed their eagerness. All four of these strange big men were ready to use her. She knew she couldn’t scream. She was stuck and alone.



“You know what, pretty rabbit? I didn’t think you were very smart, but you are a lot smarter than I thought. You knew not to scream. And that running and kicking thing you just did? Well I think that’s instinct. But now you know you are gonna like this. We are gonna like this. Its gonna be a real fun time.”



David moved closer to her and grabbed her long blonde hair in his hand. He gripped it hard and pulled on it, forcing her up on her feet. He brought her lips to his face and kissed her on the lips. He smothered her with his lips. His tongue was very wet as he prodded it around her mouth opening it and chewing on her lips. She cried out in disgust. He laughed.



“You won’t be disgusted for very long, baby. Now turn around. Let us see what you got.” He twisted her around in a circle so the other guys could see her.



“She is real sweet. We picked us a real sweet peach. She is gonna be a real lot of fun for a Tuesday.”



He reached out to pinch her nipple through her tight, fitted shirt. She winced. “See, they’re hard. I knew she liked this. Call for the other boys. They will want a piece of this.”



The bald thug in the flannel snapped a photo of her with his phone. “I can’t wait to tear up that ass,” he said as he smiled at his phone.



Two of the men held her arms as David reached out and grabbed at her shirt. He ripped off the light fabric with ease. She stood there, her big breasts bouncing in a lacey black bra.



“Yeah, let’s see these tits,” one of the guys moaned. David ran a finger over her breast now, stopping at her bra. He yanked harder now, ripping the expensive bra in two. Her tits were bare to the strange thugs. Her dark pink nipples were hard and yearning to be touched. David reached with his big palm and grasped them. He caressed them with rough hands.



“You boys want a feel?”



They looked at her eagerly and each grabbed at a breast. The fat one didn’t hesitate to put it in his mouth, sucking around the areola. He circled her nipple, teasing her, before taking it all into his mouth. He sucked hard, like he was trying to feed from her. He gradually sucked harder, before using his teeth to bite her nipple. She winced again.



The bald headed thug had taken to slapping at her breast. Back and forth. He seemed to enjoy watching the sensitive nude skin flop up and down. He liked the feverish red marks that he was leaving on her breasts.



“Myself, I like the tits, but it’s the ass for me. Turn her around, I want the ass,” David said.



The men turned her around. David could see her tight, round butt now. Two perky cheeks. He couldn’t wait to see what kind of underwear she was wearing. He grabbed at her skirt, pulling it up to reveal a lacy black thong.



“Look at that ass! Look at that incredible smooth ass! I want to eat Thanksgiving dinner off of this ass, it’s so beautiful!”



He put his hands around her, pushing her ass to his groin. For the first time, she felt his hard dick ready to destroy her. He grinded his dick on her ass cheeks before he pulled back. She held her breath in fear of what he was going to do next. And then she heard the thong rip. It was the last thread of fiber that kept her from being these thugs’ rag doll.



She noticed the third man from the couch. The quiet, almost attractive one in the wife beater was looking at her. He had been watching the whole time. He licked his lips. His hand was on his noticeably hard dick. He moved toward her, making eye contact. He stood in front of her now. He took three long fingers and he shoved them into her wet pussy. He moved his fingers in and out with force. She had never been fingered this way.



“Ohh. Ahh,” she cried as the two men still were having their way with her breasts.



“How does that puss feel, Rusty?”



“Oh its nice sir, I couldn’t resist it anymore. It was calling my name.”



“I don’t blame you. I’m going to help myself out now.” He slid a finger into her butthole. She couldn’t help but let out a little scream. He lifted her up to meet his lips using his finger in her ass to pull her.



Rusty has three fingers in her vagina while David had two fingers in her butt. They both twisted their fingers in and out of her orifices as hard as they could.



“You are a good little Chinese finger trap, aren’t you?” the one in the wife beater said.



“I can’t wait for it to be a dick trap. And I hope it’s soon.” The tit slapper said as rubbed his hard-on against her.



Then, like she was drowning, David pushed her down to the ground. She was naked and vulnerable and spread out on this filthy floor. He opened her legs wide, and each of the disgusting men took turns running their fingers into her pussy. They delighted in pleasure at her most shameful moment, yet she was soaking wet.



“Shit, look at this bitch!”



David undressed. He was hairy with a nice chiseled body, which she wasn’t expecting. He got down on the floor with his hard dick parallel to the floor. He grabbed at her butt cheeks, pulling her down.



“Get on it, bitch.”



He forced her down onto his cock, which slid up hard into her tight vagina. He grabbed her by the shoulders and bucked inside of her. Back and forth. Pushing himself into her, harder and harder. He found a furious rhythm. David loved having a petite woman to move around as he wished.



The other thugs held their dicks in their hands, stroking themselves as they watched. The fat one squatted in front of her face with his dick and balls out. He put his balls on her face and smothered her with them.



“Lick my balls, bitch! Lick them!” She did as she was told, running her tongue between the balls. She ran the fat of her tongue against his large vein. Sucking on one ball and then the other, tears began to roll down her face.



The good-looking one had moved to her ass.



“Oh no,” she thought. She had always wanted to explore anal sex, but her husband never had wanted to try. He thought it was dirty. The good looking one cupped her butt before he spread her cheeks open. She wanted to scream. She wanted to tell him her anus had never been violated.



But she couldn’t. The fat guy had put his dick into her mouth. He grabbed at her hair to push his dick completely down her throat. He wanted her to deep-throat him. His cock went down her throat, irritating the sensitive walls of her mouth. It made her choke as she felt her mouth getting wetter with saliva. Her stomach juices were churning like she was going to throw up. The pain was sharp. It stung like a jellyfish when his dick entered her tiny asshole. He wasn’t being gentle. The pain was intense when he thrusted into her tight ass. But it was an exciting sensation when he pulled out to thrust again. She enjoyed the sensation of pain and relief. She whimpered with the cock in her mouth. She was being fucked in all three holes. She was humiliated, naked and raw– but she loved it. She hated that she loved it. They were using her; dicks using her holes. It turned her on more.



The tit slapper grabbed her hands, put them on his dick and pulled at it. She gave him the best handjob she could. She loved feeling his smooth dick in her hands. She didn’t want it to end.



She heard David moan a child like moan. He was coming inside of her. She was sick with dread and excitement when she felt his hot seed push through her womb. He pushed her off of him and left the room. She heard the door open and more voices.



“She’s in here. Getting it from everyone. A real nice piece of ass. I think I’m going to keep her.”



She looked around and another half dozen guys were in the kitchen! Two of them were the creeps that were staring at her outside the car. Any other time and place, they wouldn’t have a chance at her, but now here they are ready to put it in any hole they desired.



“Shit! This is wonderful. I can’t wait to get in that ass.” “Look at her gag on that dick. I haven’t had a good blowjob for months.”



“I want some straight pussy. Going to swim in that pink puss.”



They were pulling her apart. Her body was tired and the ordeal wasn’t near over. She was gonna be servicing so many more men and she only had so many holes.



The fat one held her head with force as he started to cum. He jitted his soapy white sperm into her mouth.



“Swallow it, bitch. You needed that to clean your whore mouth.”



She gulped it down while keeping her big tear-filled, blue eyes on him.



Not long after that, she felt the warmth of semen in her anus for the first time. She loved it.



The tit slapper requested a minute get in her pussy doggy style to finish. He wrestled her to her knees. The linoleum floor was hard and cold against her bare knees. She took his dick inside from the back. He fucked her hard. She knew her pussy felt tighter when it was taken from the back. He pulled out and slapped her face with his dick. She could smell her own vagina on her cheeks. He climaxed onto her cheeks and nose.



She was wet and excited. Her body was weary, but her loins and her brain wanted the next selection of dicks. She found herself insatiable.



They placed her on her back, as before. A man under her, a dick inside her ass, a dick in her mouth and one in each hand. They pulled at her hair and ass. They tugged at her tits and her hips. They needed her to speed up or slow down to match their needs. They didn’t care about her, they just wanted to cum. Their apathy to her needs turned her on more and more and she felt herself starting to orgasm.



“Is she cumming?” the one in her ass asked the one in her vagina.



“Yeah, I think this bitch is cumming. What a little whore. David, you see this?” he asked, as he thrusted deeper and harder in her wet pussy.



“She is great, isn’t she? I’m going to keep her.” David came up behind her as she sucked on yet another dick. He stuck a finger into each nostril. If I could fuck these holes, I would. I wish I was smarter about an hour ago. I wish I had gotten a little taste of each hole before I let my boys at it.”



She was having a hard time breathing now and he knew that.



” But I’m a nice guy. A sharer. That’s what my ladies always say.”



She heard dogs barking. They were scratching at David’s back door.



“And you hear that? That’s my dogs. I have four of them.” Their barks became more forceful. He took his fingers out of her nostrils. She breathed heavily. She tried to catch her breath while keeping the rhythm of the cock pushing into her throat.



He bent down to her ear. “You know why they are barking so loudly? They smell your puss. They smell your excitement. Four unneutered great danes and they all want a piece of your ass. You’re gonna love their long sloppy canine tongues licking up your pussy and your ass. You want to get fucked by a dog?”



The excitement was overcoming her again. She loved the humiliation. She was orgasming again.

Cassie stood in the change room of the department store thinking about what she was doing. She had never tried to steal anything before in her life but here she was at nineteen years of age pulling her spring jacket over a sweater that didn’t belong to her. She knew this was her last stupid challenge from the girls of the university she just started attending and as soon as it was done she would be accepted among them. She looked in the mirror to make sure she looked natural. Satisfied with her look she opened the door and walked out casually. Out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed her friend Shannon watching her to make sure she fulfilled her challenge.



“You want to come with me please.”



Cassie’s heart jumped as she was confronted by the security guard. He scowled at her and gave her a knowing look. Cassie looked toward her friend again but only saw the back of her long blonde hair as she left the store. Nice friend she thought to herself.



“Why what did I do?”



The guard shook his head and took a deep breath. He grabbed Cassie by the elbow and pulled her away. She followed reluctantly knowing that playing stupid wasn’t going to work. He led her to the very back of the store and up some back stairs to an office that was barely bigger than a closet. He sat her down in a very uncomfortable metal framed chair with a badly worn cushion and told her to wait. Cassie put her head in her hands and tried to think of a way out of this mess. The buzzing from the fluorescent lights wasn’t helping her. The office was so depressing, the walls were white and dirty and the old wooden desk barely fit. She lifted her head and shrugged her shoulders. It was depressing and she bet the security guard was depressed too.



The guard came back into the office with a small bag and put in on the desk. He sat in the absurdly large black leather chair and looked at Cassie. She smiled at him warmly and ran her fingers through her long wavy dirty blonde hair. She saw his name tag pinned to his chest.



“Please Xavier I can explain. It was just a stupid university thing where I had to take something from the store and then I would be accepted into the group. I can pay for the sweater if that is okay with you?”



Xavier the middle aged black security guard leaned back in his seat and laughed. Cassie felt some hope building and then noticed his eyes on her legs. He liked what he was seeing she could tell by his intense stare. Cassie decided right then she could use her looks to get out of this situation. She slowly uncrossed her legs and then crossed them again giving him a very good look. Her short flouncy skirt allowed him an unobstructed view all the way up to the middle of her thighs.



“You want to pay for it now?”



Cassie leaned forward giving Xavier something else to look at. Her breasts were exquisite, her own boyfriend was always raving about them to his buddies. He did as Cassie expected and looked. She smiled at him brightly not moving letting him have his moment. Xavier the security guard was impressed with this young woman. He leaned back into his chair and tapped his fingers on the desk as he took her in. She was even pretty which made him smile.



“I would like to pay for it and then we don’t have to involve anyone else.”



“You mean the police of course.”



Cassie nodded in the affirmative as she leaned back letting her skirt hike up a little further. She felt like it was working and that the older security guard was going to let her go. He stood up and walked around the desk and stood in front of her. He was a little close for comfort as his crotch was almost in her face.



“You are one beautiful young woman. It would be a shame to see you get into trouble with the police and especially if you went to prison. There are some real bad people there that would love a pretty thing like you.”



Cassie was shocked by what he said and didn’t think it was that serious a crime anyway. At worst she would get fined and probation.



“Thank you I think but I don’t think it would come to that. It was only a sweater.”



Xavier smiled at her and put his hand in her hair.



“What are you doing?” Cassie swatted his hand away from her harshly.



Xavier reached for the small bag on his desk and emptied it out on top of the sweater that was folded on the chair next to Cassie. She looked at it puzzled trying to understand why the security guard left a ring and necklace on top of the sweater.



“I agree if it was only a sweater but as you can see it’s also nearly five thousand dollars worth of jewelry. That my sweet little lady is a different story.”



Cassie’s jaw dropped and she realized while she was playing Xavier for a fool he was playing her. She looked up at him with her green eyes as he stood uncomfortably close.



“So what do you want from me?”



Xavier grinned at her and pointed to his growing bulge.



“I want to know how good that pretty mouth of yours feels around my cock. I bet you’re good at giving head aren’t you?”



Cassie felt her heart sink as she knew he set her up good. Defiantly she smiled at the security guard and reached for his pants. She unbuttoned them and then pulled his zipper down to his delight. Her fingers slipped into the waistband of both his pants and underwear, she tugged them down hard making him stumble and laugh. Cassie’s eyes widened at what popped out toward her. Xavier was long and thick and very hard.



“You like that don’t you?”



Cassie didn’t answer him as she wrapped her fingers around what was probably a nine inch cock and stroked him slowly. She couldn’t deny how impressive his manhood was and he felt so nice in her hand as she moved along his shaft. She felt his hand back in her hair and knew it was time to give him what he wanted. She inched forward on the old chair and pressed her soft lips to the tip of his cock. She kissed him sensually dragging her tongue all around the head, he tasted very good to Cassie. Her mouth opened wide for him as inch by inch she took him inside and she sucked. Xavier moaned his approval. His fingers gripped her hair and he thrust his hips forward forcing his cock into the back of Cassie’s throat.



“I knew you would be a good cocksucker.”



Cassie ignored the crude comment and concentrated on the large cock in her mouth. She rested her hands on Xavier’s hips and held on as he fucked her mouth. He looked down at the pretty nineteen year old, a full twenty five years younger than him as his long black cock slid between her lips. He reached down into her top and clutched at one of Cassie’s full breasts. Her mouth lifted from his cock as he squeezed her breast, her nipples hardened instantly to his touch to her dismay.



“Keep sucking.”



Cassie obeyed and went back to his cock, licking his shaft from the base all the way up to the tip before wrapping her mouth around it. Her sucking was harder and noisier as she slurped loudly covering his cock with saliva. Her mouth popped off of his cock as she gasped for air.



“Stand up.”



Cassie looked at him confused but stood up slowly. His expression had changed and was very intense as he looked her over from top to bottom. He pulled her around to his side of the desk and bent her over it. Cassie tried to stand back up but he pushed her over flat by holding the back of her neck. Her hands extended out in front of her gripping the edge of the desk. Xavier lifted her skirt above her waist showing off her great ass. He smacked it hard making her cry out unexpectedly.



“Pretty face, great tits, sexy legs and a nice tight ass. You’re a wet dream come true.”



Cassie felt her panties tear away from her body and then he opened her stance up wider as he positioned himself behind her. His big cock pushed against her opening. Cassie groaned deeply as her lips spread and she felt him invade her pussy. He smiled as he began to glide in and out of her, she was much wetter than expected. She grunted loudly after a hard thrust that forced his entire length inside her. Xavier started thrusting harder and faster. Cassie couldn’t help but let it out as he felt so good. Each time he jammed his manhood into her she lifted up on her toes and the smack of his body against hers filled the room.



“I love fucking you white girls. You all love the big black cock.”



Cassie held onto the edge of the desk as the security guard pounded her from behind. He pulled her hair forcing her head back as his cock thundered into her cunt.



“Oh god! Yes yes yes!”



Xavier smiled broadly hearing her. He knew she was in the midst of an orgasm. Her body jerked and everything tightened forcing a guttural groan out of him. He gave her bare ass a hard smack which sparked her orgasm even more. Cassie pushed back hard meeting his thrusts. Her eyes closed as he jammed his full length into her and grinded against her. He held still as Cassie came, she pushed back and rubbed herself against his body like she was in heat which made him very happy. He pulled his cock from her wet pussy and turned her to face him. He kissed her hard sticking his tongue into her mouth. He reached around her and lifted her onto the desk. Cassie lifted off her top showing Xavier her breasts. He pushed her down onto her back and leaned over her body. She moaned as he kissed and licked at her nipples.



“Fuck you have great tits.”



Xavier straightened up pulling her body to the edge of the desk. His cock spread her lips again and slid into her pussy. Cassie pushed her legs up onto his shoulders as he started pumping fast. Her body rocked on the desk, her breasts shook sexily with each powerful thrust. He grasped Cassie’s waist tightly and fucked her roughly. Cassie cried out each time Xavier buried himself deep inside her. He loved how she looked and how her body moved, he wanted more from her. He turned his head kissing the smooth skin of her legs as he moved his hips in a circular motion making her feel him even more. He let go of her hips and grabbed a hold of her breasts. She looked up at him with her green eyes half open as she was ready to cum again. His pace increased quickly seeing that she was on the verge.



“That’s it you sexy bitch cum for me.”



Cassie felt like her body was on fire as she lost control and thrashed on the desk. Xavier bit down on his lip as her pussy squeezed his cock hard pushing him to the limit. He pulled out of her tight pussy and walked around the desk. He took Cassie by the chin and turned her face toward him. She saw him stroking his cock hard and knew what he was thinking, Her boyfriend was always trying to do it but she never let him but Xavier was not her boyfriend and would not take no for an answer anyway.



“I’m going to cum all over that pretty face.”



Xavier held his cock just inches from Cassie’s mouth as he stroked it furiously. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. He grunted loudly and his body lurched forward as a huge string of cum shot from him and landed across her tongue and mouth. A second thick glob splashed onto her cheek near her eye and the third in her hair. She tasted what landed on her tongue and swallowed it. He let his slick cock rest on her lips as he caressed her body. It wasn’t every day he got to fuck a nice piece of ass like Cassie. She licked at him tasting the combination of his cum and her juices. He gave her pussy a little rub and smiled at how soaking wet he made the young woman.



“I guess this whole thing was an unfortunate misunderstanding and you never intended to steal the sweater or the jewelry. So you should straighten you clothes and head home.”



Cassie nodded and hopped down from the desk. She got dressed as quick as possible.



“Tell you what, you can have the sweater.”



Cassie shook her head at the weak attempt to make her feel better but she picked it up anyway. Xavier watched the sexy woman walk her perfect ass out the door and out of his store. He dressed himself quickly, he had to get back to the jewelry department and return the ring and necklace. He looked at the empty seat and yelled.



“Fucking whore!”



He knew Cassie swiped them along with the sweater and he was in such a hurry to screw her he never checked her identification to find out her name.

I’m driving to a new adult theater with excitement building every mile. You see I’m a Trans Girl and I adore no I love playing in adult theaters. I love the excitement of having sex in front of strangers, I love the feeling of strange anonymous hands all over my body, feeling me touching me, I love being watched while I suck a guy off, I love being watched as I suck off many guys. I love being bent over a chair and fucked while being watched and I love having a guy come up and stick his cock in my mouth as I’m being fucked. But I digress.



So, I heard about a little theater in South Florida that was supposed to be fun and that both men and women went there alone and as couples. I had read some posts about it in a Yahoo Group and it sounded like my kinda place.



I had spent the afternoon shopping en femme for an outfit for my first night at the new theater. After many years playing in theaters I know what type of outfit I need to wear for fun. I prefer a front hook bra so my breasts are easily accessible, I like to wear a dress that either buttons up the front or is easily pushed up over my ass. Oh how I love being bent over and feeling my skirt pushed up while a guy pulls my thong aside and starts playing with my girl clit as he gets ready to enter me. I love that feeling of him getting me wet and loosened up. I love surrendering to him, the anticipation of knowing I’m going to have a cock sliding into me just drives me crazy with desire. So as you might see I put a lot of thought into planning for my night of debauchery. I want to be prepared and attractive to my audience.



I stop and get a new color lip stick as I like leaving a little ring around a cock while I’m sucking him. I also needed some new eye shadow to go with my new dress. I decided to go with a short black dress that buttoned up the front and had a pretty embroidered rose on the front. It would look great while stopping by a local night club before the theater and it would be practical for a night of being used that I was so hoping for.



Back at my hotel I have a nice long hot bath and give myself a little mini facial (thinking about the major facial I’ll get later if I’m lucky . I shave my legs and do a little landscaping. I love being completely smooth for my lovers. The feeling of hands running all over my smooth body just sends me to a special place.



I pick my favorite new black lace front hook bra and a cute black thong and killer heels for the evening. Now time for make up, I spent a ton of money at Sephora this afternoon just so I’d look and feel great tonight. I love applying my makeup it seems to really get me in the mood. Of course maybe standing at the bathroom counter mirror in my bra, thong and heels putting just the right shade of eye shadow on might have something to do with it. I really take my time as I feel it’s so important to have my makeup just right. Which when you think about the fact that my face will be covered in cum later on it seems kind of pointless but it’s important to me.



Time for the black dress I pass on thigh highs as my legs are nicely tanned and smooth and I just love the feeling of my dress on my bare legs. I check my purse to make sure my trusty nipple clips, some tissues and my small makeup kit and hair brush are in there and I am ready for the night.



I stop off at the Manor in Fort Lauderdale around 9:00 to see what’s going on and chat with a couple of guys but it’s still a bit early for the crowd. Besides I’m so pumped up for the theater that I only spend a few minutes there. I gotta get there!



So, with the help of my trusty GPS I get there a short time later. There are quite a few cars in the parking lot so that’s a good sign. I go in and pay my $10 and enter the theater in hopes of some fun. After a few minutes my eyes finally adjust and I see maybe 20 +/- guys and one couple who seem to be enjoying themselves but they leave soon after I get there. I sit towards the back on the aisle and ponder what the evening has in store.



Theaters are kind of funny sometimes they’re incredible and sometimes it’s a snooze fest. As I’m thinking a youngish guy asks if he can sit next to me. He looks pretty yummy and I say yes. He sits down and we chat for a bit and then he leans in and kisses me. Well when our lips meet all the feelings and urges and energy I’ve had inside me in anticipation of tonight just come rushing out and I just melt in his arms. We continue to kiss and I feel his hands starting to roam and caress my body and I can’t wait to go down on my new young friend. He seems to sense that I want to suck him so bad and he gently leads my head to his lap where his cock is in full bloom. I hungrily engulf his cock and I’m in ecstasy. The feeling of a cock inside my mouth especially the first one of the evening is just wondrous and I try to enjoy every second of it being inside me. Unfortunately it’s not to be and after what seems like seconds he explodes in my mouth with more cum than I’ve seen or felt. Don’t get me wrong I loved it but I was hoping he’d last a little longer but fortunately he gave me a lot of cum. As it starts running down my chin I can’t help thinking this is going to be a hot night 



My friend stands to leave and without me realizing it another gentleman was standing next to me in the aisle at cock level. He had it out and ready and I just turned my head and devoured him. He was a bit wider than my previous cock but it felt wonderful and I worked my mouth up and down his shaft and I could tell he loved every second of it. His moans and grabbing my head and pushing my face to meet each thrust told me he was definitely enjoying it. All of the sudden I felt a hand from the other side of me unbuttoning my dress and caressing my breasts. I’ve secretly been on hormones for about 6 months and I was starting to enjoy some nice breast growth and he was loving my new titties for sure. I love being felt up by someone else while I’m going down on another guy so this was sending me through the roof and I sucked harder and deeper. He soon shot a nice warm load in my mouth and I drank every bit of his cream. It felt wonderful and he thanked me for a hot blowjob.



Apparently several other people were enjoying the view as I looked around and probably 6 or 8 guys had been watching us. I thought I should I give the next blowjob to the guy that was playing with my breasts but he seemed to have other ideas. He asked me to stand up and he completely unbuttoned my dress and undid my bra. He asked me if I’d like to fuck and of course I said yes before he could get the question out of his mouth. He bent me over the seat and started licking me and making me wet. I felt him push his cock inside me and I thought I’d faint it felt so good. I have to admit that I really don’t fuck that many guys only ones that really turn me on and him going down on me making me so wet really turned me on. He started to pump his cock inside me gently at first but increasingly harder. My eyes closed I was enjoying every second of it and after opening my eyes to see a beautiful cock in front of me and about to enter my mouth I knew I was going to be enjoying myself even more.



Having my mouth full of cock and being fucked at the same time well it doesn’t get any better than this does it. Another guy had spotted my breasts hanging down and swaying back and forth with each pump and he decided squeeze and caress them to my ever lasting gratitude. I took a quick break to grab my nipple clips out of my purse and my tit man put them on my nipples. All 3 guys loved seeing the nipple clips on and I soon felt cum shooting into each hole. I stood up and cum was running down my leg and down my chin and over my breasts, with my dress half on, bra hanging on and thong barely still on and with my nipple clips on I’m sure I was quite the sight but oh did I feel wonderful.



Apparently I didn’t look too bad because I was asked to come just as I was into the back corner of the theater where several guys I’m not even sure how many asked me or rather forced me onto my knees and proceeded to have me go down on each and every one of them. Several guys stuck their cocks in my mouth and some guys jerked off on me. I was on fire from the heat of all the guys around me and I felt so hot and so slutty but most of all I felt that I was exactly where I wanted to be. The guys circled around me were feeding me cock or jerking off on me and other guys in the theater were just watching. As the guys came one by one either inside my mouth or all over my face and in my hair I felt cum all over me (so much for the makeup, huh) and I was drenched. What a sight I was now mostly undressed and absolutely covered in cum and who should walk in but the couple from earlier in the evening.



They took a look at me and then looked at each other and then she came over to me and took me by the hand and walked me down to the front seats of the theater. She told me to get down on my knees and then she stripped down to nothing and told me I really needed to add some pussy juice to my face. I proceeded to eat her pussy while every single person in the audience watched till she came and she came hard. She then picked my face up and kissed me deeply and started licking cum off my face. She seemed to know exactly how I felt and we held each other tightly and enjoyed the moment.



Absolutely drenched in cum and my clothing looking pretty messed up I did the walk of shame up the center aisle and through the lobby and out the front door. I did hear the counter guy say I must’ve had quite a night and I just kind of smiled to myself and thought yes I did indeed.



The ride back to my hotel gave me some time to think about the night and even though I could still feel the wet cum on me I just couldn’t stop smiling.



Back in my room I slowly undressed taking off my now stretched out bra, ripped thong and cum soaked dress my what ever will the dry cleaners think about this but then again it won’t be the first time . I took a nice hot shower washing off the many loads of cum I was so nicely given that night. Soaping myself up I couldn’t help my hands from roaming all over my body, closing my eyes I imagined all those hands all over me again. As my little clitty grew and stiffened my hands soon found their way to it and thinking about the past few hours I came so hard I shuddered.



Another wonderful little theater found and enjoyed I can’t wait to discover another one and I’ll certainly return to this one.

Author’s note: This is a work of fantasy and as a result doesn’t conform to the limitations of reality (safe sex, physics of anal sex, etc). That’s why it’s erotic fiction rather than a user manual.



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It had started like any other night at work.



But now here he was, in the backseat of a stretch limo, sodomizing Kim Kardashian as she screamed her approval.



“That’s it, baby! That’s it! Make me your fucking whore!



Calvin could hardly believe it. It just wasn’t possible. But as he leant forward to squeeze her infamously huge tits – all the while fucking her notoriously phat ass – he looked back over the night, thinking of how he’d come to be here.



The evening started with a call from Cal’s boss telling him that the special guest DJ had called in sick for that night’s set.



“You’d really be saving my ass if you could fill in for him.” The boss said.



Of course Cal agreed. The pay on a Saturday night was over double what he got spinning discs during the week and the fact the boss asked him to fill in showed him that the owners had confidence in what he could do.



He showed up at the club at 10 and his set kicked off at 11. His booth was small and dark, but comfortable, and its position high above the dance floor allowed him full view of the crowd. He watched proudly as they reacted with excitement and joy whenever he dropped the next beat on them.



Living in LA and working at a nightclub, Cal had grown immune to being starstruck. He’d seen too many tween idols doing blow in the toilets and too many pint-size leading men picking fights to buy into the whole celebrity culture thing anymore.



A beautiful woman, however, is still a beautiful woman, and whenever a model or an actress or the latest ‘it’ girl came into party, Cal had to admit he’d sit up and take notice…not that they noticed him in return, sequestered as he was in the shadows of his booth.



Out of all the party girls, the rising stars, the celubtantes – or celubutards, depending on your opinion – there was one that stood above all the others.



Kim Kardashian.



And she was downstairs now, on the floor, dancing to Cal’s beat.



Cal knew her well. How could anyone not in this modern culture? She was famous for the exact same reason Paris Hilton was. The generous answer was ‘for nothing’. The less generous answer would be for being a rich girl who got caught fucking on camera.



She had parlayed an entire career from that indiscretion, using the opportunity in such a canny fashion that it highlighted the difference between her and her former BFF Paris. Kim was shrewd. ‘Stupid like a fox’, the saying went.



It didn’t hurt that she looked the way she did. While Paris had a droopy eye and a strange nose and a blank look plastered all over her face, Kim had the kind of porn star dimensions that would drive any man wild, and just the smallest glint in her eye that she knew how to use them.



Not that any of this could be construed as admiration on Cal’s part. If anything, he was dubious about her and all that she represented. If asked point-blank, he might only reluctantly admit a passing attraction to her, despite her obvious superficiality.



Looking down at her, however, as she moved beneath the lights and shook that much-lauded booty of hers, he knew such denials were pointless. In the flesh, she was twice as gorgeous, and his entire body stirred at the very thought of her.



And then, as if she could sense his attention, she glanced up at his booth. Her eyes connected with his. She smiled a knowing smile.



Cal’s heart suddenly felt like a lightbulb at the moment of blowing out. It surged and burst. He looked away, strangely embarrassed, only to look back at her a second later. She was still staring up at him. Her eyes were teasing, her smile strangely intimate.



Another girl, presumably a friend of hers, tapped her on her shoulder, and just like that the connection was broken as Kim looked away. Cal let out a breath.



He focused on his decks and brushed the moment aside. With all the mirrored glass surrounding the booth, he wouldn’t be surprised if she was offering a flirtatious smile to her own reflection. He laughed to himself. Yeah, that seemed right. That was exactly what was going on.



An hour passed by. He’d lost sight of Kim completely and, if anything, he was relieved to be free of the distraction. With her tight, low-cut dress she was far too hypnotic a sight. If he wanted to prove himself to his boss tonight, he needed as few diversions as possible.



As if on cue, there was a knock at the door.



Cal turned around. His lightbulb heart burst a second time.



Kim was standing in the doorway of the booth in her revealing purple cocktail dress, her fuck-me pumps adding to her already impressive height. She was staring at him with the same teasing smile she’d offered him before.



“Uh…hi.” Cal said.



“Hi,” she replied. She didn’t wait for Cal to invite her in. Instead, she slinked into the booth and closed the door behind her. “I hope you don’t mind that I came up.”



“No, no…not at all. It’s cool. How can I help you?” Cal said. He absentmindedly hit the play button on the next track. That should give him enough time to have whatever conversation Kim had in mind.



“Do you take requests?” She asked, a question almost all DJs reacted to with utter annoyance.



“Sorry, no. Not that kind of club.” Cal said. Kim stepped forward, edging towards him, bringing that body of hers closer and closer to him.



She giggled.



“It’s not a music request.” She said. She drew so close to him that their lips were almost touching, then sidestepped him to stand next to him behind the decks.



“Then, uh…what kind of request is it?” Cal asked.



“It’s my birthday tomorrow. Actually…” she said, raising her wrist to look at her watch. The few seconds it took her to focus her eyes told Cal she’d been drinking. “…it’s after midnight…I’m officially a birthday girl.”



She looked up at Cal and grinned. “Help me celebrate?”



“Well, that depends. What did you have in mind?” If his heart had burst before, the lightbulb had flashed back into life now and was burning very bright and very hot.



“Usually it’d involve popping a bottle of champagne. But I feel like popping something else tonight…” She said, her Californian lilt ending in a drunken slur.



With the ruffling of silk she slid in between Cal and the console. Her body was now pressed firmly against his. Her constrained breasts pushed against his chest, the warmth of her crotch pressed against the hardness of his. She smelt like perfume and cocktails.



“Tell me something.” She said. Cal had to consciously ease the pounding of his heart to answer,



“Yeah?” He asked. For a moment, it seemed like she wasn’t going to say anything else. Instead, she moaned lightly as she ran her hands up and down his torso and played at his belt.



Finally, she spoke.



“Tell me…can you perform under pressure?”



Her fingers latched onto his fly, unzipping them, allowing her to dip her hand into his jeans and feel the already fully erect member that pulsed within.



“Oh, God…” Cal whispered in an urgent hush.



“That doesn’t answer my question.” Kim said with a mocking grin. She squeezed him through his boxers as if to entice him into responding.



“Uh, yeah, yeah…I can handle a bit of pressure…” He said, which prompted him to hit play on the second track he had lined up. The crowd on the floor below didn’t pause as their dancing matched the beat of the new song.



“That’s what I like to hear.” Kim said, pulling her hand free of his fly long enough to yank off his belt. She tugged his pants down and wrestled with his underwear, pulling his big, rubbery dick out to the sound of her moaning approval.



“Oh, yesss…” Kim murmured, running her hand up and down Cal’s shaft to asses the full length of him. “This is exactly what I wanted.”



She wrapped her hand around his dick, just below the ridge of the helmet, and squeezed tightly. Cal groaned, his hips jerking of their own accord.



“Just act like I’m not even here.” She said, offering him one last look at her twinkling eyes and mischievous smile before she dropped to her knees in front of him.



Stars pulsed in front of Cal’s eyes…or was that just the lights of the club? It was hard to tell. All he could think of was the incredible feeling of Kim Kardashian’s mouth as she parted her lips and sucked him down.



He stared out at the crowd below. From where they were standing they wouldn’t be able to see the raven-haired celebrity who was currently taking every inch of his cock and greedily wrapping her tongue around it. That thought alone sent another thrill racing through him.



“Jeeeeesus.” Cal sighed as Kim’s head bobbed on his shaft, her lips smacking and her cheeks slurping as she gave him the best blowjob he’d ever had.



She looked up at him, her chocolate brown eyes sparkling in the dark. She slipped his dick from her mouth, her fingers playing with the now slippery shaft.



“Don’t miss the beat, Mr DJ.” She said with a giggle, prompting Cal to grab his headphones. He had just enough time to line up another track, mixing the beat in with the song that was finishing.



Kim laughed at the slip. Obviously she loved how much of a distraction she’d proven to be.



“Very good!” She said, pumping his shaft with both hands as she slurped on the swollen head.



The excitement in Cal was building. It had been a while since he’d last been with a woman, let alone one was scorchingly hot – and sexually talented – as Kim. He tried focusing on the decks in front of him to keep from getting too excited too quickly.



Kim was tickling his balls and, feeling how tight they were, popped his shaft from her mouth to tease him.



“You gonna cum, Cal?” She asked. Like a playful cat, she rubbed her face against his hard, glistening cock, the engorged head running along her cheeks, over her nose, the underside of the shaft pressing against the entire left-side of her face. All the while, she cupped and squeezed his balls.



“N-no…” Cal said weakly, twisting knobs and pressing dials, desperately trying to ignore just how badly he wanted her, how much he hungered for his release.



“No?” Kim repeated with mock astonishment. “Are you saying I’m not a good cocksucker, Cal?”



“Not at all…” Cal breathed, hitting the play button on another song. He was starting to worry that she might have come to her senses and leave him blue-balled and embarrassed.



“So I’m a good cocksucker then?” Kim asked. She rubbed his cock against the other side of her face now, his balls pressing against her chin. She rolled her head back to flicker her tongue against the hole on his tight, purple helmet.



Very good.” Cal said, hoping that playing along and cajoling her would get her to finish what she started.



“The best?” She asked, now taunting him by skirting the tip of her tongue along the underside of his straining cockhead.



“The best!” He repeated desperately.



“That’s right…” She moaned. “I’m the best fucking cocksucker you’ve ever met. And you’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?” She reached a hand up and squeezed his shaft hard, almost painfully. “Aren’t you?”



“Yes!” Cal replied without hesitation.



“Then let’s make you cum, hmm?” She said with a big grin, before slipping his shining shaft between her lips once again. She knelt in front of him, simply holding him there in her mouth, smiling around his cock.



Cal jabbed at a few buttons in front of him, keeping the beat going, adding some samples. He could feel Kim’s hot mouth below the deck, sitting idly, content to do nothing more than envelope him.



He glanced down, curious as to why she wasn’t moving. Kim’s eyes smouldered back at him in a come-hither glance, his attention the cue she’d been waiting for to start corkscrewing her head, twisting her mouth around his member in an overwhelming tornado of sucking and licking.



Ssssllllrrpppp pppluuhhhpp ssqwlk Kim’s mouth popped and squelched as her hair whipped left and right, her mouth a whirlwind on Cal’s throbbing cock.



“Shhit!” Cal cursed, his ass clenching and his legs threatening to give out beneath him as Kim’s mouth twisted free of his shaft, allowing her to start tongue-lashing the underside of the twitching head.



Kim encircled both her hands around Cal’s cock and started jerking him off hard and fast, lathering his balls with her tongue.



“Give me your beautiful white load!” She hissed, his pubes tickling her nose. “I want to taste it! I want it on my tongue and slipping down my throat!”



Cal felt like the head of his shaft had never been so hard, never strained so tight. All his body was focused on this one moment, this one need. He knew. He knew he was at his limit.



Heat. Bubbling heat. It welled up from within him, streamed from his balls to explode in fat, milky fireworks from the tip of his cock.



“Fuuuuu—rrrgh! Fuuhh! Fuck!” He cried, his pelvis stabbing forward as he blasted hot and heavy into Kim Kardashian’s waiting mouth, her throat glugging as she swallowed Every. Last. Drop.



“Mmmmmm!” She moaned approvingly, her eyelashes fluttering as she looked up at him, her cheeks hollowed around his thumping dick. “Uuuummmnnnh!”



She opened her mouth to show the sheeny wad she’d collected on her wide tongue, the last splash of Cal’s jizz hitting her on her perfectly made-up lips and her eager tastebuds.



In her enthusiasm, she spilled a few drops of Cal’s load, letting it drip into the alluring chasm of her cleavage. She giggled at the warm, tricking feel of it before closing her full mouth and swallowing deeply.



“So tasty!” She enthused, before raising an eyebrow. “But you might want to pay a bit more attention.”



Cal was confused for a moment, overcome as he was by Kim’s mouth and the joy of his release. Finally, it managed to penetrate his orgasmic fog that the beat playing in the background was slowly fading, leaving the crowd below with nothing to dance to.



Cal scrambled, hitting ‘play’ just as the club full of people started expressing confusion as to what had happened to the music.



Kim grinned, Cal’s drizzling cock plopped on her cheek.



“I thought you said you could perform under pressure.” She said, placing a lingering kiss on his shaft’s burning head before she pulled his pants up, tucking him away again.



“You got your load, didn’t you?” Cal said with a cocky grin.



Kim laughed, offering him her hand to pull her up.



“I can still feel it warming my throat.” She whispered into his ear. Cal shuddered as she sucked the lobe before pulling away.



“Goodnight, Mr DJ,” she said, strolling over to the door. “Thanks for the champagne.”



“H-happy birthday!” Cal called after, unsure of what else to say.



She offered him a saucy wink, opening the door and slipping out of the booth, leaving Cal to wonder how the hell that had just happened. He was by no means unattractive, but he also wasn’t the kind of guy who got sucked off by random celebrities in public places.



With his entire body still tingling, Cal returned his attention to the dancefloor. He kept an eye out for Kim but didn’t see her again. Eventually he assumed she’d left the club.



Damn. I should have asked for her phone number.’ He thought to himself, his entire attitude to Kim Kardashian now dramatically altered.



By 3am Cal was wrapping up his set, the majority of the crowd having moved onto their various after-hours clubs. After he’d finished for the night, he tidied up, slung his bag over his shoulder and left out the backdoor, too tired to hang with the staff.



He usually took the backdoor to avoid the drunks that sometimes lingered outside the entrance. It was normally deserted except for a few of the employees’ cars. Tonight, however, was the first time he’d walked out to find a limo sitting there, waiting.



The window of the backseat whirred down and Kim Kardashian’s beautiful face materialised from the darkness within.



“Mr DJ!” She called with a smile, waving her hand to invite him over. “Want a lift?”



As Cal approached the limo, the door swung open. He looked left and right, checking to see if maybe there were some reality TV cameras or paparazzi hanging around or something, before he slid inside. The door slammed closed behind him.



He’d never been inside a limo before. There were two seats facing each other, both plush leather. Kim sat smiling warmly at him in the corner.



“Thanks,” he said. “For the lift. And, uh…you know…for before, too. That was the best—”



Kim put her index finger, gesturing for silence. She leaned forward, raising her voice to address the chauffer who sat quietly in the front of the car.



“Drive.” She told him before hitting the switch that rolled the privacy screen up. The car rumbled to life and pulled out of the alley, the lights of the streetlamps bouncing off its reflected windows.



“I don’t think I introduced myself properly before,” she said, returning her attention to Cal. “Kim Kardashian. And you are?”



She offered him her hand, which he took. He placed a gentle kiss on the back of it, the very picture of courtly decorum.



“Calvin,” he said. “Call me Cal.”



“Pleased to meet you, Calvin-call-me-Cal,” Kim said with a bemused giggle, before turning her attention to the limo’s mini-bar. “Would you like something to drink? Champagne, perhaps?”



She offered the last with a meaningful smile. Cal chuckled in return.



“Sounds good to me.”



Kim poured two glasses of champagne.



“Cheers.” She said, and they clinked their glasses together. As Cal sipped, he kept sight of Kim out of the corner of his eye. He wondered what exactly she had in mind.



“You know, Cal,” she said after swallowing a small mouthful of champagne. “You really do have the most beautiful cock I’ve ever sucked.”



Cal almost choked on his drink. He managed to avoid doing a spit-take only by gulping the champagne down. Kim grinned,



“It’s true. So big and thick and tasty. But fair’s fair, you know…”



“W-what do you mean?” Cal asked, his pulse racing for what felt like the hundredth time that night.



“I’ve seen yours,” Kim said, parting her legs. “Now it’s time for you to see mine.”



As you’d expect of a celubtante – and as Cal had hoped for – she wasn’t wearing any panties.



Her pubic hair was dark, of course, but fine. Wispy. It was obvious that she took meticulous care of it, shaped as it was in a perfect triangle pointing to her already wet pussy, the lips pink and moist.



Cal could feel a groan escaping from within his chest. Kim’s teeth flashed in a smile of dirty delight.



“Mine’s not like yours,” she said, her smile shifting into a mock pout. “It’s not big. It’s small and tight and very, very wet.”



She slipped a hand down, parting her pussylips open with her middle and forefingers. The beads of moisture sparkled as Kim ran her teasing fingers up and down her folds, skimming her clit and causing her thighs to tense.



“My tits, however,” she said, her free hand reaching up to squeeze and fondle her left breast. “…Now they are big. Don’t you agree?”



Cal nodded dumbly.



“Very big,” he replied. “Though it’s hard to say without getting a proper look.”



Kim laughed.



“True!” She said, her thumb hooking into the strap of her dress, playing with it. “Would you like to see them?”



“Very, very much.” Cal said. He sat staring at Kim without blinking or looking away. He wanted to record every second in his memory.



Her dazzling white smile shone at him again as she pulled the straps of her dress down, baring inch after inch of sloping breast flesh.



Eventually, so much was exposed that Cal guessed that she must have already removed her bra while she’d been waiting for him, if she’d even been wearing one to begin with…

The day starts off with a message on my cell phone from you with a location and a time.



I arrive at the location at the time given. It is a club just off of the strip. It isn’t as flashy as some of the other bars, but it doesn’t look like a dump either.



As I walk in I scan the room looking for you. I spot you talking to a beautiful blonde woman at the bar. I feel jealous. You look over to the door and catch my stare. You gesture to me to take the empty table in the corner. As I am about to settle in the booth you walk over with the beautiful blonde.



“Kitty, I’d like you to meet my gorgeous wife.” You say to the blonde.



I wonder what it is that you are doing with this woman and why you are trying to make her think I am your wife.



I shake her hand and introduce myself “Kitty, is it?” I ask her.



She laughs “No, your husband came over and started talking me about my paw print tattoo.” She said as she turned around to show me her nearly bare back with the paw prints running down from her left shoulder. She never offers her actual name.



We slide into the booth with our new friend in between us. The three of us talk and drink. Kitty seems surprisingly comfortable talking to two complete strangers about anything and everything.



“Kitty… do I not have a beautiful wife? I mean look at her!” You say as you reach over Kitty to brush my hair away from my face and gentry caress my cheek. I feel strange about the lie, but find it exciting.



“Yes, she’s very beautiful. You are very lucky.” Kitty says as she looks at me.



“I am very lucky.” You say with a smile. “She is an amazing kisser!” You add.



“Oh, I’m sure.” Kitty says politely.



“Do you mind if I kiss my wife right now?” You ask her.



“Um, please do.” She insists.



“Come here honey.” You instruct. You lean over Kitty to kiss me. You kiss me passionately while we are inches away from our guests face. I wonder if she is watching us, but I don’t want to be obvious and look. The kiss is very soft and sensual. It is at this moment I realize our lips never touched last night. This is our first kiss since that night so long ago. I feel a flip in my stomach. I can feel my clit pulse. I squirm a little so the seam of my shorts would rub my clit a little to satisfy it for the moment.



We break away from our kiss.



“Didn’t I tell you how passionate she was?” You ask her.



“Yes. It looked very sexy.” She replied with a blush creeping on her perfect apple cheeks.



“You should try for yourself.” You suggest.



My eyes widen. Kitty and I look at each other trying to decide if the other one is going to object.



“Sweetie, what are you doing?” I ask you.



“I am just saying that for 15 wonderful years I have had those gorgeous lips to myself. I was wondering if Kitty would like a chance to know how lucky I am.” You explain. Your lie is flawless. “Kitty…” You say as you place your hand on her thigh “Would you like to taste that beautiful mouth?”



Kitty licks her lips a little, probably without realizing. “Sure.” She says turning to face me. Both of our faces are flushed with the feeling of excitement and embarrassment.



We hesitantly lean in to each other. As we are about an inch apart we look at each other and smile. I lean in the rest of the way and my moist lips touch hers. I begin to wonder what kind of a kiss she was expecting. I decide to give her three soft kisses. I slightly part her lips with mine on the last kiss. I can feel my nipples harden with excitement. As we break away from our kiss we both look over at you for approval.



“Wow. That looked …uh …hot!” You stammer, looking extremely aroused. “Was I right? Was that an amazing kiss?”



“Um, yes, yes it was.” She admits turning her eyes to me and smiling and brushing her long blonde hair away from her face.



“Aren’t those lips perfect?” You press. Kitty looks at me and nods, giving me a cute sly smile.



“You should kiss her again Honey. Kiss her like you kiss me. I want to see you enjoy this beautiful girl.” You tell me as you rub Kitty’s leg.



The bar is crowded with people. You would think two girls kissing each other would attract some stares, but I do not see anyone looking at us. I’m not familiar with Vegas and what is considered ‘normal’ conduct at a bar but here there are sexual exploits everywhere I look. I have seen several women expose their breasts for a free drink or just for the rousing applause of the crowd. I can see a guy across from us getting a hand job under the table. A few tables over I can see a couple making out. The woman’s breast is out of her shirt but covered by the man’s groping hands. I feel myself caught up in the sexual excitement.



I turn to Kitty. I slide closer to her and place my hand on her leg which meets your hand. I bring my hand behind her back and glide my fingers under her silky blonde hair. I bring her to me and kiss her forcefully. My tongue enters her mouth and taste what it is like to really kiss a girl. Her mouth is small and soft. Her tongue wrestles with mine and we kiss with complete abandon. My hand has made my way to her breast. My fingers tease and pinch her excited nipples. As we kiss, I push her back onto your chest. I continue kissing her fiercely as I bring my hand over to your crotch. I rub my hand over your clothed erection. I break free from my kiss with Kitty and start kissing you.



“Sweetheart…” You say as you break free from my kiss. “I am wondering if maybe we should head back to the hotel?” You suggest looking at Kitty. “Would you like to come back to our hotel room so we can all be a little more, uh, comfortable, Kitty?”



I am nervous she will say yes, but I realize I am more nervous she will say no.



“Um…yeah. Let’s go.” She says



We finish our drinks and catch a cab to the hotel. I sit in the middle of you two feeling the sexual energy flowing through me. I kiss Kitty again like I did at the bar, then I kiss you. For some reason I wanted the cab driver to know what kind of night we were going to be having. I’m sure he has seen it all before, but it still excites me.



****



You slip an arm around each of our waists and walk us through the lobby up to the hotel room.



“Ladies, I want you both to enjoy each other. If there are no objections, I will just sit over in that chair and watch you two get to know each other.” You inform us.



You go over to Kitty “I can’t promise that I won’t be…uh, entertaining…myself, if that is alright with you?”



Kitty smiles and slips her arm around me. We touch each other as you continue to tell us your intentions.



“I will sit over there and mind my own business. Unless of course I am invited to join.” You add with a smile.



You take your seat. Kitty and I begin kissing again. We moved over to the bed. Our hands eagerly exploring each other’s body. I glanced over at you and notice your cock is out and you are rubbing it slowly.



I find myself pulling Kitty’s shirt off of her. She is wearing a black push up bra. Her breasts look amazing. I want to see them, feel them, and taste them. I reach for the bra clasp and expose her beautiful tits.



“Isn’t she gorgeous?” I say to you.



“Oh yes, she is breathtaking.” You agree as you continue stroking yourself.



I run my hands over her breasts. I find myself realizing why men are fascinated by them. I bring my mouth down and take her nipple between my teeth. I nibble it gently then suck on it hungrily. She moans with satisfaction. I pause for a moment to remove my top and then continue sucking and biting her soft, smooth, perky tits. I feel on the verge of an orgasm.



She unclasps my bra and exposes my breast. She fondles my breasts as I continue to work on hers with my mouth. I stop and press our bare tits together. It feels so erotic. I am sure my pussy is wetter than it has ever been. Anytime I watch lesbian porn, I always cum when the girls begin kissing each other’s breasts. I lose myself in thought for a moment as I realize I am actually living out one of my fantasies. For a moment it doesn’t feel real.



She kisses me again, and I can feel her making her way towards my tits.



“No.” I stop her. “I want to taste you.” I say pushing her back on the bed. I run my hands over her firm ass and pull off her skirt and panties. Her pussy is neatly shaven with only a small patch of hair. I find myself remembering yesterday how you commented that my pussy smelled good. Her pussy smells like pure sex. When I masturbate I find I cannot help smelling the scent of my pussy on my fingers. It’s so arousing. Her pussy smells different, but I find it even more alluring.



I part her pussy lips with my fingers. I can see her pussy wetness seeping out of her. I lick her from just above her ass to her clit. I take her clit in my mouth and suck. The muscles in her thighs twitch as I flick her clit with my tongue. I find myself lost in thought as I pleasure her. Every time a man has gone down on me I feel uncomfortable; I worry about my smell, my taste, that I am taking too long to cum. Licking Kitty’s pussy I find myself in no hurry to leave. It is so arousing to pleasure her with my mouth. Her smell is intoxicating; her taste is delectable.



My arousal is nearly intolerable, yet I want to continue pleasing Kitty this way. I raise my head.



“Kitty, would you mind if my husband fucked me while I work on making you cum?” I ask in a tone no different than inviting someone over for coffee.



“Yes.” She said. “I mean, no, I don’t mind. Please do.” She says with a smile as she throws her head back into the pillows to await my mouth.



You stand, looking pleased to be called into action. You remove your shirt and pants and come behind me. You finger my so my pussy lips are nice and wet for you to enter. I feel the tip of your cock press against my ass and then slid into my throbbing wetness. You groan with pleasure as you thrust in and out of me very slowly. I imagine you want to enjoy this for as long as you can before cumming.



If possible, it feels even better to lick her while I am being fucked by your thick hard cock. You reach under me and begin rubbing my clit. It doesn’t take much before you feel my pussy tighten around your cock as I cum. My sobs of pleasure are muffled by Kitty’s pussy. I slip two fingers into her. She is so wet; I imagine I am as well. I fuck her with my fingers as I tease her clit with vigorous licks. She wails with pleasure. Her wetness is running down my hand. I fuck her even more enthusiastically. I find myself wishing I had a strap-on dildo. I have a strong urge to fuck her.



Kitty screams as she orgasms on my fingers. I feel her pussy constrict and her cum flow. She quivers and appears to need a moment of recovery. I become aware of your moans; you sound close to cumming.



“Kitty, do mind if he cums on your tits, so I can lick it off?” I ask quickly.



“Uh huh.” She manages to groan as she brushes her hair aside in preparation for your mess.



I can practically hear you thanking me in your head.



You pull your cock out of me and move over towards Kitty. You stand over her and rub your cock. It excites me to watch you jerk off on to her. Your body twitches as you pump your hot load of cum all over her beautiful tits. You continue rubbing as smaller spurts of cum continue to flow.



You lean down and kiss me passionately. “Thanks Hon, that was amazing!”



I find myself still entertained by the marriage rouse. “I thought you’d enjoy it Sweetie.”



I move up and lay beside Kitty; her tits covered in your cum. I take my hands and massage it all over her breast. They look even more perfect glistening, covered in your mess. I begin licking the cum off of her slippery tits, but she stops me.



“No no.” She says as she pushing me back on the bed. “It’s time to take care of you.”



I lie back as Kitty begins pulling off my shorts and panties. “Maybe you want to help?” She says to you.



She begins kissing her way down my body very slowly. By the time she makes her way between my legs, you are beside me. She begins licking my clit while you start kissing me and fondling my breast.



I am overwhelmed with the excitement of having you and Kitty pleasure me. I enjoy the attention she is giving my throbbing pussy but I want to feel her mouth on mine and taste the cum on her soft lips. I sit up and turn Kitty’s attention away from my pussy. I brush the hair away from her face and kiss her forcefully. I can’t get enough of her tits. I love the feel of them in my hand, the feel of her nipple between my fingers, the taste of her erect nipple in my mouth.



She and I lie back on the bed and continue to explore each other’s mouth and breasts. She slips her fingers between my legs and begins rubbing my swollen clit. You slide behind me and kiss my neck. I bring your hand from my hip over to Kitty’s breast. You wait a moment for an objection. Kitty just smiles at you as you begin to let your hand explore her body.



The three of us continue to grab and kiss and caress each other. We seem to take turns focusing our attention on one person. Eventually it is your turn for Kitty and I to pleasure you. I push you back in the bed. Kitty and I kiss over top of you, giving you a show. I slide my tongue slowly up Kitty’s neck and then kiss her mouth softy. She breaks away from our kiss and teases my nipple with her tongue while looking at you. We continue teasing with our display. I can see your cock is rock hard. Kitty notices my attention has moved to your erection. Our tongues meet at the base of your cock as we lick to the tip. We wrestle our tongues over your hard on. I tease your balls gently with my fingers.



You prop yourself up on your elbows so you can watch both of us pleasuring you. I take your cock all the way into my mouth as Kitty kisses her way up your body. She kisses your mouth and runs her fingernails over your chest, then kisses her way back down to me. I let her take over the blowjob as I kiss my way up to your mouth.



“Oh God, I’m going to cum.” You announce.



I make my way back down to Kitty and turn her attention away from you. I kiss her as you move out from under us. You kneel on the bed and rub your cock. You are aimed in front of Kitty and I as we continue to kiss. We return our attention to you with open mouths. You allow yourself to climax.



“Fuuuuck” You groan as you shoot your cum into both of our mouths.



You collapse back on to the bed and watch as Kitty and I kiss, sharing your cum, letting it slide out of our mouths and on to our tits. I rub my breasts all over Kitty’s; enjoying the feel of her slippery tits on mine. We continue to kiss gently and then fall back onto the bed with you. The three of us lay there is a stupor of sexual contentment. I drift off to sleep finding hard to believe the excitement I just experience. In two days you have brought me more sexual pleasure than I have ever had.

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The Specialist was in my line of sight.



Natalia broke visual contact abruptly, running for the exterior wall that surrounded this little fort. Her movements were deft, graceful, like a lynx with soviet gymnastics training. She pivoted off a wall using some Parkour move….what do they call it? A tic-tac? I was never any good at that stuff due to the unbalancing and heavy weight of leviathanesque breasts. It was fun to see though! She ran along the top of a wall no thicker than my wrist at blazing speed, rounding a corner to leap across from the wall to a rooftop. She tore across that flat surface with ease, leaping over an even larger divide… almost. This time her fingers caught the edge and she utilized her incredible upper-arm strength to pull herself up, curling her rear into a hand-stand and then rounding off to her feet again. There was just one more gap between her and freedom. She took a moment to tighten the strap which bound the stolen blueprint to her back and then sprinted, her final leap a thing of beauty, her right foot had easy clearance to land on the wall, her left back in an almost 90 degree split.



It was that left ankle which the whip wrapped itself around. She glanced down to see The Specialist again, just fleetingly before her world grew confusing. He tugged down hard, pulling her mid-flight to crash hard on the ground.



Luckily for me, she did not fall unconscious, but she clearly was fighting the urge to slip under, blink-after-blink completely obscuring my vision.



Then she was looking right into the specialist’s eerie jade eyes, as was I, through the tiny cameras concealed in her contact lenses.



Phase one of infiltrating his world was complete.



I only hoped Natalia wouldn’t end up paying too dearly for my curiosity.



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The Specialist’s setup was a little bit different than mine. Natalia cast her head all around to make sure I got a good view of the place. It was darker, for one thing. My interrogation chamber relied on pastel-colored lighting that was bright enough to make sure my captives got a good view of my body while smoothing over anything they might not be as thrilled about, freckles and the like. The other evident thing was that he had a great deal more equipment than I did. My chamber only had a place to hold the prisoners, my observation booth, and a small closet for wardrobe changes if they were called for. I’m a hands-on kinda girl.



The Specialist on the other hand had all manner of toys and tools. Mounted to the wall were weapons, whips like the ones I saw him carry when we’d first met, medieval axes and swords and creepy looking skewers. I was relieved to see that the latter of these had a fine layer of dust on them; he clearly kept them more for psychological impact than actual use. In addition to the weapons were various surgical mayo carts and rolling cabinets. I could only guess what these might be designed to hold.



The Specialist brightened things up a bit by striking a match and lighting various candles set into the wall. After he lit the last one, he gave it a slight tug and a mechanism triggered, a slab rolling out of one of the walls. He pushed and prodded the groggy Natalia into position, seeming to fear no retaliation from her as he placed her arms and legs into short-chained manacles, spread-eagling her against the slab. As she looked over it more closely I could see an elaborate mechanism, set on rails. He could probably put her into any position with this device, ultimately turning it into a bed or upside-down hanging as he saw fit.



Fingering the whip at his belt fondly, he began his questions starting with the obvious.



“What is your eye color?” This was calculated to calibrate his senses to her. By asking simple questions he knew the answer to, he could learn what she sounded like when telling the truth exactly, and likewise gauge her sensibilities when she decided to throw sarcasm at him, as she did now. “My eyes are Puce. Clearly you can see that.” She sneered.



The whip flashed out, finely controlled, cracking across her left breast, ripping the chest of her jumpsuit open with a resounding snap. She hissed. “Brown. My eyes are brown.” She answered honestly this time. He reached out; soothing the part of her he’d just attacked with a gentle caress.



“Good. And what, pray tell, did you want with the plans to the Seraphim Device?” He cocked his head at the blueprint he’d taken back from her.



“Obviously, someone wanted it.” She said. This I knew to be a complete lie; Natalia had only been instructed to steal “something” from the compound to get his attention and infiltrate his interrogation chamber. I was curious to see his methods, and Natalia is quite literally the most stalwart agent of any agency on file, having been both trained and tested in the field to have the tightest lips. I had to shell out to hire her independently as she is not on Control’s payroll, and she came at an exorbitant rate since capture and torture is a pretty tall order. I knew she would be giving him some useless pieces… part of keeping secrets was making your captor believe he had gotten what he wanted.



He lashed out with the whip again, this time a diagonal slash from hip to knee, sundering the lower half of her bodysuit. He chided her “I can’t believe anyone would want such a simple invention for espionage purposes. The thing is an alternative mosquito repellant method utilizing Electro-Magnetic Pulse technology. Hardly a gold-mine for a private individual, of NO interest to any clandestine agency, and unless charities have gotten into the field of spy craft, I can’t imagine anyone paid you any sum of money to acquire it. Now why are you here?”



I could hear her swallow; this was not part of the plan. By accidentally stealing something of little-to-no value she had compromised the red herring we needed to throw him off the scent.



“You know what I think?” He asked, reaching out to strip away the body-suit remnants off of her and slowly stroke one of her lush thighs. “I think you wanted to get caught. I think this is about me.”



This time she betrayed nothing.



“Tell me, now. You’re not going anywhere and neither am I until the truth is out. And the truth always come out in the end.” His voice was soft, sweet even. He seized one of the candles from the wall, waiting patiently for her to answer his demands.



She said nothing and did not move. Smart girl. I knew that he’d be looking for responses of any kind, even sarcastic or mocking ones. Those often betrayed just as much as serious ones. Silence gave people like us nothing.



He tilted the candle, letting crimson wax drip onto her already stiffened nipples, her lush C-cups jiggling as she thrashed in response. Still she said nothing, meeting his handsome face with cold indifference. Pain would never work on her. I knew this from her reputation. She enjoyed it. Got off on it. Loved it. Quickly he stooped to one of the cabinets, opening it and removing an ice cube, running it against her other nipple. Here she shivered and thrashed, still silent, but her face betraying her discomfort. To have one breast get the relieving cool the other needed so badly was brilliantly cruel.



But he did not leave her in agony for long, quickly gliding his head to her iced breast, licking it with his warm tongue as he rubbed the cube over other nipple, deftly plucking the wax. Then, dipping low, he gave her clit a single slow lick. My jaw dropped as she shuddered in orgasm, my view temporarily disrupted as her eyes closed in pleasure.



He was good, and I now understood why. With each and every torment The Specialist inflicted on a victim, he offered a quick and pleasurable remedy, allowing the depths of their suffering to heighten the ecstasy that would be soon to follow. In this sense, he could bring more emotion from his captives in a shorter time. It was, I had to admit, sheer genius and I kicked myself for not thinking of it first; her delta-waves must have been off the charts!



“I can tell you enjoy the pain. Let’s try a little something different.” He purred, going again to one of his drawers, producing a series of linked chains. He placed the ends of one of these to her stiffened clitoris, firming it into a place, a smoothed clamp of some sort, exerting pressure, but clearly not painfully so. Then he added another two ends to each of her nipples. The fittings we circular, and spiraled inwards, engorging her three buttons out. The last end was attached to a collar, a little gaudy with rhinestones or some other gems, and this he affixed this around her neck. Now she was nipple and clit-clamped as well as leashed. He released her from the table and walked casually ahead of her. She had no choice but to follow the tugging at her breasts, making mincing little steps to keep up with him, her pussy visibly leaking juices as she walked along.



He toured the hallways with her, making sure to avoid going into any doors–It would have been too much for me to hope he would have the foolishness of a cartoon villain and simply expose his whole organization to his captive, but a little part of me had wished for this all the same. What he did do was stop in front of various guards or scientists who he ran across in the facility, using them to get at her through humiliating banter.



“Have you seen my latest acquisition?” He said to the first, lifting the chain a bit so that her tits danced like a pair of puppets.



“Nooo!” The guard whistled his appreciation. “Have you put that thing in her yet?” He laughed, clearly a little embarrassed by his obvious alpha status. “I don’t know. Do you think she *deserves* it?” He asked teasingly.



“Well that’s what you get to find out, right? I guess I’ll know you’ve reached that point when I hear the screams.”



A few moments later he had a similar conversation with a scientist.



“Will you let me run a few tests on her when you’re done with her?” The man in the white coat asked.



“Sure. But I’m afraid she’ll be walking a little funny by then.”



“They always are. Glad my work has nothing to do with gauging pussy-tightness; I’d have nothing to work with when you were done gaping ‘em.” They both laughed at this.



The ritual was a curious one that I had a feeling he must do with every captive. I could only imagine the psychological impact this would have on someone less stalwart than Natalia. I took a brief chance to consider whether or not this made the man a filthy rapist… but every time I caught a glance at her reflection in some shiny thing or another her ever-flowing wetness told me that he knew what he was doing. There was no woman who would not *want* to fuck this muscled, handsome, and clearly super-hung stud by the time he got around to it.



And it would seem that he was getting around to it now. One last short conversation with a guard outside a door about how she’d be feeling him in her tonsils soon enough and he walked her into a new room.



This was clearly a place of pleasure, not torture. It was a circular room, in the center of which a large circular bed sat, swathed in silken sheets and thick blankets. Pillows with silken cases lined the perimeter. The walls were adorned like the interrogation room… but instead of weapons and implements of intimidation, there were sex toys and mirrors. The ceiling was mirrored as well, and though I couldn’t tell for certain, I would bet a whole operations budget that the room would have cameras as well. This was a man who liked to watch himself work.



And who could blame him? Natalia and I both took a short gasping breath as he peeled off his shirt, those rippling, lean abs flexing a little as he tossed his clothes aside, biceps flexing into impressive discs of muscle as he moved. He paused to take her leash and clips off, her nipples and clit now more than fully engorged, throbbing red and sensitive-looking. He smirked looking her over a moment. “Yes.” He said coldly. “You’ll do.”



Slowly he pushed her back, letting the bed buckle her knees, she sat heavily on it.



Then he kissed her. I was shocked by how tender his kiss looked. I had expected him to conquer her mouth with brute force, but instead his lips and tongue were nimble, nibbling on her pouty mouth before pulling her gently to him with his hands on her cheeks. She seemed to melt into the kiss, her breath going a little quicker in response to the sensual treatment. Then he was kissing down her face, her jaw line, three kisses placed worshipfully on her neck, then finally he soothed her nipples with slow lascivious licks, making the little pink nubs gleam under his attention.



Slowly he worked downward, kissing the tops of her toned belly and down her thighs and legs. She was trembling by the time he reached, and surprisingly licked, her feet. Each of her toes was sucked one-by-one and she moaned and writhed. His ability to read the cues of her body was so deft and so subtle I could not rightly tell if this was a fetish of his, or simply another tool at his disposal to please her, because she clearly enjoyed it.



Finally he licked his way back up, switching from leg to leg and thigh to thigh until he reached the obvious wetness of her pouting pussy. He lapped at the thick fat folds of her labia, moving his head from side-to-side to part her nether-lips then attacked her clitoris. I could only see through her eyes, and obviously could not feel then what he might have been doing, but I could tell whatever it was met with her approval. She broke the visual contact she’d worked so hard to maintain on him, her eyes shutting and opening randomly as she bucked around. If not for the mirrors and the occasional glimpse of her undulating body, I’d have no idea what was going on at all.



Finally I saw him draw back, his tongue pulling out of her snatch with an obvious sheen of her juices dripping from it and his lips as one. He greedily licked around his mouth and visibly swallowed as he stood and unbuckled his pants, letting them drop to reveal the tremendous organ I had seen before. It still stunned me, and obviously stunned her a bit too. I think I’d made mention of his being preposterously well-hung, but words could not do justice to the biggest cock either of us had ever seen. Dead limp it was larger and more imposing then the vast majority of dicks that had ever been tamed by my wiles in the in the interrogation chamber. My view had grown very clear from the way she had widened her eyes at the sight of him.



“Are you… are you gonna make me suck you?” She asked, sounding more excited than frightened.



“Of course not.” He answered. “You are an honored guest. We are here for *your* pleasure, aren’t we?” She blinked in astonishment, not sure what to make of this as he bent low, doubling his soft cock over on itself into a sort of horse-shoe shape. She gasped that he was long enough to do this, and then shuddered when began to swat her clit with the shape, finally opening it’s tip a little to capture her erect little button in the bend of prick, wiggling it around to her apparent enjoyment. He did this a few moments, almost like a carpenter using a crescent wrench, but with more delicacy and intricate skill.



She was looking up at him when she came, but I could see a squirt of juice spatter against his gorgeous abs, making them glistening.



He was good. Damned good. Despite my professional rivalry with him, my pussy was only throbbing in raw jealousy of what Natalia was getting to go through. Lucky bitch.



Now he was half-hard grabbed his dick by its base, batting it against her clit, the slit rigidity bringing more wails and moans of joy from her.



Natalia’s lithe body was an instrument The Specialist knew well, and he expertly played his heavy, long organ all over her slick quim, sometimes slapping it, at others grinding away between those thick lips, and at other still rolling his cock along her sex, not quite touching her clit but getting close enough that surely she could feel it. She bucked through another gooey orgasm that was visible and audible even from my periodic vantage point, and all this was before he had even entered her.



He stood again, slowly stroking his pussy-juice soaked cock in a strong looking fist, veins throbbing on his enormous prick. He was definitely bigger than my old spy-master. Longer and thicker. It was a good thing I was sitting down, because I would have definitely collapsed when I saw it hard if I weren’t. The same was easily true for Natalia, and despite all the satisfaction she’d clearly received from the intense foreplay, she was starving for more.



She reared back on her ass a little, and using her those acrobatic skills that made her such a good infiltrator she spread her legs, first into a V, then further into a full 90 degree split, and then just a little more. She could not have made her intent more clear if she had laid out a little welcome mat in front of her pussy.



The Specialist accepted her invitation. He knelt in front of her on the bed, using a hand to guide his gigantic ramrod by its base, he was so long it took him a bit of effort to get into a position where he could both enter her and still have the potential to thrust. Carefully, he fed his thick cockhead into her folds, pausing as she gasped, letting her get used to him before he began to add more cock.



He was systematic in his approach. He’d very slowly stuff in a few inches of fat cock, then pull back a couple, then slowly go back in, claiming just a centimeter or so each time. It was amazing to watch Natalia’s face in the ceiling mirror as he worked this magic, he eyes going wider and wider and wider with each new depth inside her he claimed. By the time he’d sunk maybe 8 inches he was clearly touching places inside her that she’d never felt; her mouth hung open, her tongue lolled from her mouth like a panting dog, he hips bucked erratically, sometimes meeting his penetrating prick, at others pulling away slightly, body instinctively afraid of the new and clearly wonderful sensations.



When he was 9 inches deep, he was finally close enough to stroke her breasts, lavishing affection on them with the palms and backs of his hands in alternating caresses. She shuddered now, almost vibrating at a mechanical speed, her pussy spilling forth with a thick gout of her cream. It was amazing to watch in a way, he wasn’t getting this from her clit, it was more like his massive cock was planting bombs of pleasure deep inside her that just periodically were going off, surprising her as much as they delighted her.



Now sawing what must have been about a foot in and out of her he seemed to have struck some sort of bottom. He picked up speed, her body arching up and shifting with each intense fuckslam, and it was taking the grasp of his strong arms to keep her from sliding away from him at each insistent push of his prick. He was so deep inside her now I could see the outline of his cock in her belly, the turgid invader stretching her insides obscenely, harvesting gooey sprays of her cunt-juice with every withdrawal.



Seeming satisfied that she was now in full enjoyment, he seized one of her wide-spread legs under the thigh and turned her, rolling her onto her left shoulder so that he could now fuck her sideways. She clawed at the sheets now and took a huge bite of the pillow, the intense flow of her orgasm-nectar only increasing with the new position. I wasn’t sure, but he might have gained another inch of depth in this new position, his strong hand reaching down to casually and expertly manipulate her clit. She was so helpless now, at this point seeming to be paralyzed and pummeled with invisible blows of pleasure.



He was deep enough now that he could lean over her, and she curled up to meet him, kissing him in a sloppy unfocused manner, slurping on his lips and tongue and strong jaw. He kept pounding away as she erupted more of her girl-goo onto his undercarriage. He just smiled in response, leaning down to say softly, “That’s good… just let go…give in… keep cumming. Cum your little heart out…it’s all right.” The look on her face told me she was in another realm. I was surprised he was not interrogating her at this point. She would be putty in his hands if he willed it.

I awoke at around 3 a.m. to Noah’s erection pressed into my back, and his hand on my pussy, rubbing in lazy circles. I craned my neck to see he was still sleeping. Horny bastard couldn’t get enough, even in his sleep. I thought I’d take advantage of the situation, so I put my hand over his, bringing his fingers right over my clit, rubbing with the perfect pressure. After a few moments, I felt him shift, and his hand moved to my breast.



“This is a nice way to wake up.” He placed kisses all over my shoulder blades.



I turned to face him, taking his face in my hands and kissing him hard. His tongue invaded my mouth, and it made me moan.



“Actually, you woke me up. You horny fucker.” I winked.



“I don’t hear you complaining.” He climbed on top of me.



“Believe me, I’m not.” I smiled.



“You have the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen.” He caressed my cheek.



“And those eyes. I missed those eyes so much.” He kissed between them. Putting his weight on one hand, he brought his free hand up to my hair and caressed it, kissing my forehead.



“I love you so much, Jess. I’m so lucky to have you.” I felt a tear escape my eye and he wiped it away.



“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” I choked out through tears.



“And I you, my love.” He trailed kisses from my forehead over to my ear, nipping at my earlobe. Feeling his warm breath on my skin made me tingle in an incredibly sexual way, and I felt myself instantly get wet.



“Please fuck me.” I breathed.



“In time.” He whispered in my ear. Kissing and licking my neck, he was driving me absolutely crazy.



“Noah, please!”



He placed a finger over my lips. “So anxious.” He brought his mouth to my throat, knowing how much that made me want to fuck him. Then I got it, he was going to make me wait as long as possible.



“Your skin is so soft.” He took his sweet time nuzzling my chest, before he finally got to my breasts, kneading one, he took the nipple of the other one in his mouth, making me cry out.



“Ugghhh, please! Noooooaaahhhhhhh…” My voice trailed off as he tugged my nipple between his teeth, reaching down to caress the line where my pubic hair would start, if I had any.



“What do you want?” He stopped everything, looking up at me.



“For you to fuck me!” I screamed.



He laughed. “Just enjoy it. You’re so beautiful when you come, and I want to make sure you come hard.” Just the thought made me tingle everywhere.



Without warning, he opened my legs and started attacking my inner thighs with kisses and licks, before dipping a finger inside me.



“Wow. You’re really wet.” He seemed shocked.



“I’ve only been begging you to fuck me for an hour!”



“Be patient.”



“Can I at least suck you?”



He shook his head. “This is about you.”



He inserted a second finger, while spreading my lips open and flicking my clit with his tongue. He always moaned when he tasted me, and that turned me on more than anything else. He licked up and down my slit, motioning toward himself as he fingered me, hitting my G spot every. single. time. By the time I was ready to come, I was pretty much incoherent.



“Mmmm, Noah. Yes. Yes, yes yes!”



“You like it when I lick your pussy?”



“Yes babyyyyy!” He blew on my clit and that was it. I exploded.



“Oh Gooooddddd! Yes! Fuuuuuuuuuck meeee!” As I rode out my orgasm, he kept licking my clit, and thrust his fingers harder. Within seconds, I was coming again.



“You are so incredibly sexy.” He kissed me, and I tasted so good. His entire mouth and chin were covered in me, and it made me giggle.



“What?”



“You. I love you.” I kissed him again, tasting the sex and sweat.



I sat up, pushing him down and grasping his cock.



“What are you doing?” He looked concerned.



“I’m going to suck you until you come as hard as I did.” I lowered my mouth onto him, but he stopped me.



“No.” I’m sure I looked upset, because I kind of was. I’d never met a man who didn’t love having his cock sucked, and I’d certainly never been rejected.



“I want to come inside you, not in your mouth.” He grabbed my hand, releasing his cock from my grasp and pulled me up to kiss him.



“Fine,” I pulled away. “But I’m getting on top.”



“No complaints here.” He put his hands behind his head, and watched me lower myself onto him. When he was completely inside me, I audibly gasped.



“I love watching you baby, you’re so hot.” That was all the encouragement I needed, and I started lifting myself so that only the head was inside me, and then coming back down. Every time I did, it was almost a shock to my body. He was so big, and I loved the way he stretched me.



“God, you’re so tight.” He had his eyes closed, and I knew he was close. I put my hand over his heart to feel when it started beating quicker, a way to tell how close he was. He put both of his hands over mine, and started thrusting up to meet me. His cock was slightly curved forward, which made me come so hard in this position, and I was so close I could taste it.



“Fuck, yes! I love your pussy. Nobody can fuck like you.” That was all I needed to hear. I started moving my hips in a circle and leaned down to kiss his neck.



“I love you.” I whispered into his ear, and it completely set him off. He came with a loud, primal growl, and thrust up into me, trying to get out every last drop.



Feeling his hot cum inside me sent me over the edge, our orgasms only seconds apart.



“Ooooooooh baby, yes! Yes! YES!!!” I exploded around him.



Completely wiped out, I collapsed onto his sweaty chest, listening to his heart beat.



“I love you,” He pulled the blanket up around me. “More than you could ever know.”



I tried to say it back, but I drifted off to sleep before I could form the words, completely comfortable, in the arms of the man I love. It doesn’t get much better.

Catherina gathered her purse and wrap from the table where her friend Gabriella sat. Catherina had been dancing with Antonio at the Hotel Panama disco. The night was going well and she was leaving with him for his apartment in Punta Paitilla. Gabriella gave her friend a ‘thumbs-up’ and smile. Catherina scooted over to Antonio and hugged his arm as they left.



Later, in his bed, Antonio was lying in a sweaty heap having just been nearly fucked to death by this ravenous beauty. He was feeling very virile. Catherina orgasmed twice before Antonio’s bone hard cock flooded her pussy with jets of sperm. Catherina was lying next to him, fingering his chest hairs.



‘What a lucky break’ thought Antonio. He was simply a mid-level administrator at the local branch of an international bank. Catherina had been the hottest chica at the disco and just hours later she had drained Antonio’s balls with wild fucks.



‘What a lucky break’ thought Catherina. She was pleased that the mission was launched so effortlessly. She and her team mate, Gabriella, were on the hunt for Estevan, the leader of a money laundering cabal functioning in Panama City. Through a conspiracy of mid- and high level bank managers, Estevan was efficiently laundering worldwide illicit funds, including animal poaching and smuggling proceeds.



Total Woman Security was commissioned to find and extract Estevan to a friendly jurisdiction, preferably Miami. They choose the Evita Gambit with the leap-frog variation. Evita Peron was famous for starting with low-level military officers in dance clubs in Buenos Aires and getting bedded up the ranks for a few years until eventually finding yourself abed with Juan Peron, the ruling military junta’s leader.



TWS did not have years to complete the mission, thus the leap-frog variation. Each female operative would cajole her paramour into introducing her associate to a higher level manager at another bank. Eventually, one of the female operatives would end up with Estevan and effect the extraction.



“Antonio, what a stud you are. Are all bankers so manly? God, you wore me out!”



Catherina continued her finger play. Antonio’s chest visibly swelled at the flattery. Catherina saw her opening and took on a more thoughtful tone.



“Did you see my friend, Gabriella, at the table before we left the disco? I think she looks hot but she doesn’t have much luck finding good men. Maybe you could introduce her to someone as macho as you?”



Antonio perked up at the suggestion. This might be the opportunity he had been hoping for. Barto was a mid-level manager at a corresponding bank in downtown Panama City. Antonio had been vying for a promotion to that bank. An introduction to a hot chica like Catherina might tip the balance in his favor.



“I might know of someone. Is she okay with an older gentleman?”



“Gabriella is okay with any mature man who treats her nice on a date and is gentle with her later.”



The ‘gentle with her later’ comment was a good sign. Antonio’s arm was confined beneath Catherina’s bare shoulder, wound around where he could idly finger fondle her rosy blushed nipple. He tweaked it unconsciously, dreaming about a similar act on an imaginary Gabriella. Antonio’s attention returned when he pinched too hard and Catherina gave a little yip.



Antonio snatched his arm out and worked his cell phone, texting Barto, setting up a meeting for tomorrow. Antonio parked the phone on the nightstand and rolled toward Catherina. Catherina had peeked at the message before it was sent. Antonio had done as she suggested and deserved a reward for good behavior.



Catherina rolled atop Antonio and straddled his thighs. Her hands cradled and caressed his semi-hard cock. Antonio cupped and caressed Catherina’s boobs. As he hardened to a sufficient extent, Catherina shuffled her butt to a proper alignment and drove down on his shaft. She was satisfied with her share of orgasms tonight. Now she concentrated on Antonio’s continued pleasure. Slow strokes, long strokes, fast strokes and pauses were interspersed with hip rolls and jogs. Despite his recent multiple blasts, Antonio was winding higher towards another flood of cum. His breathing gusted and he went rigid as he shot another round of spunk into Catherina. Calm was restored and the sex-mates rested and slept until dawn’s early light started them on a new day.



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After work, Barto waited at the sidewalk café table for his friend Antonio and the female that he would meet. Antonio strolled up with one eye candy hugging his arm and another one tagging behind. Antonio went through the circle of introductions and Gabriella took a seat close to Barto. Her scent lilted his nostrils and her buxom cleavage lit his eyes. She was short but wearing heels. The combination of short height and busty fullness gave her that classic rounded figure males lusted after. And Barto was definitely a male lusting after his zesty new acquaintance.



The conversation ebbed and flowed over drinks and coffee about everything and nothing. As dusk deepened, Antonio looked at his watch, made his excuses and headed briskly for his apartment, towing a hurried and tottering Catherina behind him. Antonio’s balls had percolated semen all day and he was anxious to get another tall drink of Catherina’s sexual brew.



Gabriella remained with Barto. Finishing their drinks, they meandered hand in hand through the festive street nightlife. Gabriella’s short sassy hem left her lovely toned legs on display above her fashionable high heels. Her long dark bouncy locks and generous breasts were beacons. Men paused suddenly in their amorous banters as she passed by; their dates perturbed at the competition. Gabriella garnered loads of covetous stares and envious glares as the pair wandered the nightspots. Dinner was tapas at a few open air taverns. Finally they arrived at Barto’s towering apartment complex. The elevator disgorged them high above the city and the heady panorama of lights only added to the lust and fever pulsing through Barto.



Gabriella stood in the center of the room. There was no lost innocence here, each understood the drill. Barto advanced for an embrace but at arm’s length, she stopped him. She removed his suitcoat, unbuttoned his shirt and pants, and placed the garments aside. Barto was left in briefs. Gabriella unzipped her own sleeveless dress that had thrilled the onlookers during their sidewalk promenade. Her shelf bra displayed their creamy treasures. Her thong hid very little of the prominent cameltoe. Barto impatiently made quick work of them. Barto’s swelling knob peaked through his fly. His remaining underwear soon joined the discarded outerwear.



They began with a sweet kiss that grew to a tongue lashed search for each other’s deeper warmth. The cuddle parked Gabriella’s breasts on Barto’s well-defined chest. Despite Barto’s age and experience, this female quickly got his raging libido into a higher gear. He felt his erection climbing the inverted V of Gabriella’s inner thighs and knocking at her pussy for entrance. Gabriella felt it too and broke the kiss.



Gabriella descended Barto’s body with little pecks and kisses until she squatted face-to-face with the first fleshy rung on the ladder of her mission. She bathed the knob with her tongue. She circled the band of slack skin behind the rim with her lips and suckled. The suction slurped the shaft inward and she let it creep in leisurely, pull by pull. Barto rested his hands in her wavy hair but did not interfere with her technique.



When Gabriella’s lips finally bumped Barto’s pubic bone, she started bobbing her head in earnest. Her tongue lathed along the shaft. Barto’s cock was fully erect and fat. Gabriella slipped it from her mouth. She stood and led Barto to the bed and laid him face up, adjusting him with covers and pillows into a comfortable pose. Climbing between his splayed legs, she leaned in and re-commenced the oral dance. Gabriella fell quickly back into the routine. Barto was well into his heat, the blood rushing faster through his brain and body. His mind dazed as the moment arrived and he spewed his rampant cum into Gabriella’s gullet. His eyes clenched, sending sparkly fireworks bursting behind his eyelids.



Gabriella swallowed, then lazed her tongue about his diminishing erection. She suckled until Barto finally sighed a long breath. Gabriella crawled in beside him. They fingered and fiddled each other. Nipples, groins, arms and thighs received intimate attention.



“Did you like my friend, Catherina? She is very attractive. Antonio pretends to be nice to her but I saw him wrench her rudely away when they left. That would concern me with other friends but I know Catherina really loves when a man is forceful with her. It gets her hot. But Antonio is young. He doesn’t know how to really be a real dominating man. Do you know any real dominating men that might like Catherina?”



Barto perked up at that line of conversation. Who wouldn’t like Catherina? Barto knew an older collaborator at another bank. His friend, Cesar, constantly grumbled about the inhibitions of the chicas he dated and fucked. He could lend a hand in Catherina’s quest for domination.



“I have a colleague at a correspondent bank named Cesar. He is very bold with his women. Do you think she might be interested in meeting him?”



Gabriella smiled inside. Cesar was the mission’s next predicted rung on the Evita Gambit ladder.



“If you think that could be arranged. I will talk to Catherina. Can we meet Cesar at his office? The atmosphere of power in a big bank’s inner halls would be a kick to Catherina just in itself.”



“I am pretty sure I can set that up.”



“Oh, Barto, you are so magnificent.” Gabriella palmed and stroked Barto’s semi-erection.



“Ohh… I think you’re ready for another fuck. Your cock is getting harder…”



Gabriella had accomplished the next mission step and could now relax and gain her own full enjoyment of the remaining night. It was her turn to play and cum. Barto watched Gabriella mount up and straddle his hips. Her long hair draped her body but was incapable of obscuring her marvelous boobs. His hands found them between the cascading strands.



Gabriella let him play with her tits; his caresses were rather pleasant. She shuffled up and lifted her ass, placed Barto and slowly descended. She took him deep and used hip rolls to rub her sensitive clitoris on his pubic bone. She adored the little tingles generated by the rubs. The motions were also good for Barto as his knob wiggled against her cervix. Gabriella took a long time with many small moves, letting the passion build slowly.



The tingles in Gabriella’s clit blossomed to a mild throb in her core. She lengthened the strokes, dragging Barto’s rim past her G-spot, furthering the growth of each partner’s ardor. Gabriella welcomed the deferral of Barto’s orgasm caused by the recent blowjob. This fuck was going much better than the typical feeble orgasm she endured with some past targets.



Barto’s ejaculation had been deferred but not abandoned. He was breathing faster and Gabriella tried to gauge his rise and match it with her own. A simultaneous peak would get her what she craved and add to Barto’s enthusiasm for trading up Catherina to Cesar.



Barto was handling Gabriella’s tits and feeling his cock polished with her cunt nectars. He gusted, moaned and peaked just as Gabriella pirouetted through her own ecstatic dance. She felt his warm shots deep inside and it added electric skittles to the steady buzz in her womb. She cried out, joining Barto’s vocal resonances. Gabriella stayed upright and braced on Barto’s chest. Her vaginal jogs and vibrations transmitted their joy to Barto’s sensitized erection. It was all good for both partners.



Gabriella remained seated with Barto’s semi-erection still in her cunt until she and her stud re-calmed. She fingered his nipples as he fingered hers. She eventually dismounted and lay by his side. They snuggled and exchanged kisses. The pillow talk led them to decide on an introduction between Catherina and Cesar in Cesar’s office at the end of the next day.



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Catherina and Gabriella alighted from the cab in front of the towering bank building. Catherina was wearing her high heels, a very short skirt and fitted sleeveless blouse. Her hair was a flowing mass of waves with a few hair pins holding it away from her radiant face. A breeze ruffled her hair and skirt. The women crossed the broad sidewalk to the gleaming brass office tower entrance.



Inside, Gabriella found Barto waiting in the lobby. She hugged and kissed him with passion. Gabriella broke the kiss and giddily presented a coy Catherina. Barto was mesmerized by Catherina’s stunning appearance. He clasped both of Catherina hands and drew her in for bijou cheek buzzes. Her hair smelled flowery and her breasts pressed against his chest as she pushed up on tiptoes to reach his face.



Barto felt his heart skip and momentarily lamented passing Catherina on to Cesar, losing a potential opportunity to fulfill her needs himself. He vacillated, envisioning a quick plan. He could make excuses that Cesar was unavailable, grab a cab and take them both back to his apartment. Gabriella would be amenable. Could she encourage Catherina to go for a ménage-a-trois? Could he cope with their desires both at the same time? Probably not. Wow, Cesar was in for a delectable treat.



It was the end of the day and the elevators disgorged departing employees, the men sneaking covetous stares in Barto’s direction. The trio rode the elevator to an office high in the tower. A mature looking Cesar welcomed them from behind the desk in his spacious office.



Barto presented Catherina. “Cesar, this is the Catherina whom we spoke of. Her friend, Gabriella, is an acquaintance of mine.”



Gabriella nudged Catherina forward. Catherina leaned across Cesar’s wide desk, extending her hand and displaying her bountiful cleavage in the tight blouse. As she leaned in, Cesar held her hand a tad longer and was not shy about examining Catherina racked up tits.



“I’m pleased to meet you, Catherina. Please… let’s all sit over here in the hospitality area.”



Cesar motioned everyone to the facing couches and divans before his glass power-vista window. Barto and Gabriella took one couch and Catherina sat next to Cesar, a little closer than a new social acquaintance should. Dusk was settling in and pinpoints of light in the city below inaugurated their festive nightly display.



Small talk followed with enough shop talk sprinkled in to indicate that Cesar was an important bank executive. Catherina acted intrigued and pulled her legs under her in a sideways sit. She edged closer to Cesar, touching knees to thighs and occasionally placing a hand on his shoulder to make a point in the conversation.



Barto watched Catherina flirt with Cesar. She bowed and twisted during the light banter, flashing cleavage and long legs at both men, seeming unconsciously. He suspected that it was part of her scheme to woo Cesar. Barto remembered the feel of Catherina’s boobs on his chest during their lobby greetings.



Gabriella sensed Barto’s growing sexual longings and worked her own little tricks and touches in to increase his ardor. She wanted Barto impatient enough to depart and leave Catherina with Cesar.



Barto emotionally reconciled that Catherina was staying with Cesar. He would look to satisfying his own yearnings with the extraordinary Gabriella. As the talk wound down, Barto made excuses and took his leave of Cesar. He led Gabriella to the door. She paused for a final look back, trusting Catherina to leap-frog her to her next encounter. She would keep Barto on the hook, knowingly headed for his bed. She hoped he would stop for dinner or at least take-out. Barto was fully primed and she expected an all-nighter. They would need nutrition to keep up their strength for the marathon session ahead. Actually, Barto was a good lover and she anticipated enjoying several good orgasms with him. Her immediate mission step accomplished, she could relax and have some fun tonight.



Catherina fingered the hairs on Cesar’s neck. Cesar gazed into her eyes. They kissed lightly, tentatively, testing the others level of craving. Catherina moved the issue forward.



“Cesar, let’s not pretend to be timid teenagers. Gabriella and Barto say you are a very macho man with your women. Let’s find a time and place to explore that.”



“I like that notion, my little Catherina. We shall start right here and now.”



Catherina looked away as if shy. No matter. Cesar began unbuttoning Catherina’s blouse. Catherina touched his hands, exhibiting mild reluctance but no real resistance. Cesar disregarded her hesitation as he stood and hauled her up with him. He silently continued his labors, removing her clothes in detail. Blouse and skirt dropped away. He spun and bowed Catherina’s pose as needed during the disrobing. She twisted away sometimes, showing her reserve but again no real resistance. Cesar never faltered in the pace of his tasks.



Cesar was nearly completed with Catherina’s disrobing, feeling more aroused by her reticence. He boldly grasped one bra cup and yanked it forward; popping the weak rear hooks as the entire garment popped off her frame and bounced her tits. The panties were last, fist-grip torn at the sides for faster confiscation. He wadded those and put them in his pocket.



The air scented with Catherina’s nuanced perfume was succumbing to the headier aroma of her leaking vaginal musk.



Cesar stood before Catherina, who was still shorter than him, even propped on her heels. Cesar grabbed her hands and laid them on his chest, maintaining eye contact. Catherina understood but took her time disrobing the impatient Cesar. Dipping and bending during her work, her breasts jostled and swayed. Completing the task, she stood again before him.



Cesar grasped Catherina’s tresses tightly on either side of her scalp and drew her with him as he backed to an office visitor chair. Still gripping her head by its hair handles, he ravaged her mouth with a stormy kiss before plopping his ass on the chair and forcing her head down towards her groin. Catherina quickly knelt on the carpet between Cesar’s legs and cooperated with his demands. She opened wide and drew Cesar’s erection into her mouth, voraciously massaging his knob and shaft with her lips, cheeks and tongue.



Cesar still held her hair and used the handgrips to move and rotate Catherina’s head as she sucked his cock. He had been anticipating this engagement since Barto’s call and had thought about the possibilities all day. Catherina had knowingly inflamed his ardor with her casual touching, forward deportment and then the uncharacteristic reserve.



Cesar drew Catherina off his erection and pulled her up to stand. His prick tingled but he wanted more than a blowjob. He wanted to show dominance.



Cesar marched across the room with one hand still in Catherina’s hair. He pulled her in front of him and pushed her face-down on his desk, squashing her boobs into the polished veneer top. He kicked her inner ankles, signaling her to widen her stance. Catherina complied. Cesar lined up his stiff rod and pushed bit by bit into Catherina’s cunt. She was tight and dripping wet, confirming to Cesar that she craved this man-handling.



Cesar shoved home and drew back, again and again. The room filled with furniture squeaks and fluid squishy sounds, mingled with low grunts and elongated moans. Cesar was well into his stride now. He was puffing as he stroked faster and faster. His back stiffened; he bellowed, halted deep and shot Catherina full of his cum. Cesar let out a long cry as his final pulse joined the flood inside her. He fell forward across Catherina’s naked back and butt and panted down from his hyper-breaths.

Catherina for her part remained docile and compliant under the domineering stud. She waited in position even after he pulled out and reseated himself on the sofa rather than the chair. Cesar bade her join him. She curled up beside him, legs tucked beneath, reprising her pose from before, but now fully naked and flushed with sexual tension.



Cesar tucked an arm across Catherina’s shoulder and idly fingered her exposed tit. His other hand grazed her thighs and vulva. Catherina let her limbs hang limp. Cesar had not invited her to do more than that and she played the passive-aggressive role. She needed to lead Cesar forward in the Evita Gambit.



“Sir, how did you know I would accept and respond so willingly to that kind of forceful treatment?”



“Barto informed me of his conversation with your friend, Gabriella. She indicated you would enjoy it. Did you enjoy it?”



Catherina lowered her eyes as she murmured “Yes.”



“How about Gabriella? Does she crave it quick and rough like you?”



“No, I don’t think so. She is much more of a romantic: weekend get-aways, evening cruises, furtive petting, taking the time to get a man’s blood boiling before blowing his mind with an earth-shaking orgasm. Starry-eyed dreamy stuff like that.”



“Well, that doesn’t sound like Barto. He’s pretty quick and unsophisticated.”



Catherina hung silent as Cesar mulled through his mental catalog of associates. Cesar mused on the possibilities for Gabriella. He needed someone who would see reason if Cesar wanted to swap or borrow Gabriella and Catherina for some group sex.



“I have friend named Dominic. He’s also a bit of a romantic. Let me see about setting the two of them up. They can use my Taboga Island bungalow and private beach to get better acquainted. I think that arrangement might work out.”



That matter taken care of, Cesar wanted to continue getting better acquainted with Catherina. He gently disengaged Catherina and stood over her.



“I’m starved. How about getting some dinner? Then we can descend to my home where we can explore dark scenarios in my distinctive basement playroom. I have new toys that I am just dying to try out.”



Catherina’s imagination flitted to a dark room with flickering flame for light, weird tools and chains hanging on the walls. She was tied down naked to a wooden bench with black leather straps, Cesar hovering over her with more black objects. She squirmed in ominous distress, her eyes wide and round, but no sound came from her gagged mouth.



A shiver ran Catherina’s spine and palpitated against her clit. She gave a head shake to clear her frenzied mind. Cesar was staring at her. He suspected she was already fantasizing on the possibilities. Catherina’s face turned a small smile.



Catherina sleekly extended her arm towards Cesar. He gallantly kissed the back of her hand as he helped her to stand. Catherina curtsied and put on a bright smile.



“Thank you, kind sir. That sounds doubly delicious: dinner and a dungeon. What a lucky girl I am!”



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Gabriella let the sea breeze flutter her hair behind her as she watched Taboga Island grow nearer beyond the bow of the high-speed catamaran. The morning wind was warm but it still gave a slight chill to her near-bare thong bikinied body. Dominic held her bare back against his chest as he peered past her shoulder. Her perfumed scent combined with fresh salt air filled his nostrils. His hand crept up to cup a string bikinied boob. Gabriella rubbed the back of her head against his shoulder and neck for encouragement. This would be a good day for sun and beach fun. The catamaran raced past the slower Tabogo Island ferry, carrying its overload of pedestrian day-trippers. Dominic had booked faster tickets on the cat to beat the daily vacationing crowd to the popular offshore getaway.



The catamaran arrived to an almost deserted pier, an hour ahead of the ferry-borne throng. Dominic and Gabriella grabbed their daybags and headed ashore. They wandered to a secluded spot far from town, near the private beach bungalow loaned to Dominic by his friend, Cesar.



Settling in their things, the pair waded away from the sandy shore into the aquamarine water. They splashed and chased each other in the knee watery paradise, laughing and squealing. One time, Dominic grabbed at Gabriella as she twisted away. His hand entangled her top, the snaps popped and it peeled off her chest. Gabriella hooted playfully and pranced away, her naked boobs bouncing in the kicked up sea spray.



Dominic gave chase and finally caught her in waist deep water. She twisted into him and hugged his neck as she kissed him. Dominic hugged her torso and crushed her magnificent sea-drenched tits against his chest. Gabriella wrapped her legs around his waist and he duck-walked her to shore, plopping her down on the spread beach blanket. She continued to kiss and wiggled beneath Dominic, rubbing her groin against his growing erection.



Dominic raised his head and looked around. The close-by private beach was deserted. In the distance, the disgorged ferry passengers were dispersing on the public sands, unpacking beach paraphernalia. Children were already running in the shallow surf, ignoring shouted parental cautions.



Dominic rose up and drew Gabriella with him. Her tits jostled and settled, they really were magnificent to behold. He led her to the beach house and into the bedroom with its panoramic sea view beyond the veranda. Dominic plucked her side ties and the soddened thong bottoms fell to the floor. Gabriella knelt and yanked off Dominic’s swim trunks. Grasping his erection, she led him to the outdoor shower where they rinsed off salt and sand under luke-warm water. Hand in hand they returned to the bedroom.



It was counterpoint to the spirited lead-up. Dominic and Gabriella fell into bed together, romantically smoothing hands on skin, shifting positions for intimate erogenous kissing, and lazing through tender love sessions that lingered through the morning, creating multiple orgasms for both.



They ate voraciously at lunch, satiating their caloric appetites, re-energizing in order to satiate their sexual appetites through the coming afternoon. Another gamesome skip through the surf preceded a blowjob on the beach blanket. Dominic repaid the oral gift to Gabriella’s ecstatic glee. The sun trod relentlessly across the sky towards it destiny with the western horizon.



Late in the afternoon, the towel-packed beach bag sat outside on the veranda while inside the bedroom a cock-packed Gabriella sat astride Dominic. She rode him gently for a long time. He played with her magnificent boobs, kneading the masses as he thumbed her nipples. She felt his essence fill her cunt just as she achieved her own ecstatic peak.



On the returning catamaran, the dusk found Gabriella cuddled on the top deck in Dominic’s embrace. They watched the cat maneuver around freighters and tankers swaying at anchor, the Panamx giants awaiting their turn to enter the locks and transit the canal. Their mast lights twinkled with Christmas Tree colors. The sea breeze ruffled Gabriella’s tresses. She held Dominic’s warm hand inside her blouse and windbreaker, lightly against her bra-less breast. His fingers teased her nipple. She hoped Dominic felt as satiated as she did from their romantic all-day fuck-fest.



“Do you remember my friend, Catherina?”



Dominic nuzzled Gabriella’s neck and mumbled an affirmative.



“Do you have friends who might be interested in meeting her? Things aren’t going well with Cesar. I’m worried about her. She needs to find a stronger man. Perhaps another banker or financier but he must be a firm manly lover with stamina; someone just like you.” Gabriella twisted her head and pecked his cheek.



Dominic paused in his petting of Gabriella’s boob as he remembered the other dark buxom beauty. His cock gave an encouraging twitch. He would gladly date her himself.



Dominic’s imagination went into overload, thinking of plausible settings: maybe a steady diet of ménage-a-trois. Or possibly spend weeknights with Catherina and then weekends with Gabriella; switching their schedules around periodically for a bit of variety. After the women became acclimated to the arrangement, he could occasionally swap one with a colleague and delight in fucking the swap-mate’s chica. He knew several colleagues with blondes and redheads that might like a transient variation in bedroom décor. Or maybe even…



Dominic quietly shook his head ‘No’. His frequent balling of Gabriella alone was exhausting enough. Fucking them both would probably kill him. And after the mind-blowing sex today, he was hesitant to risk losing Gabriella.



Gabriella felt Dominic’s slow head shake and thought he was declining to take the bait. She needed to prompt his inventiveness.



“Is that a ‘No’? You can’t think of anyone suitable who would be interested?”



Dominic’s palm reactivated, fingers stroking Gabriella’s nipple. Better a boob in the hand than two in the bush. However, if he managed to keep both Catherina and Gabriella in his ring of associates, future exchanges could still be possible.



Dominic whispered to Gabriella under her fragrant hair. “I have an associate, Eduardo. He is actually the top honcho of our local specialized association. Eduardo is mature and world-wise, a man with exotic and sophisticated tastes. He might be interested in dating Catherina. Undoubtedly, she will find herself attracted to Eduardo. Let’s arrange a coffee date and see where it leads.”



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Catherina swung her crossed leg impatiently as she sipped espresso at the sidewalk café waiting for her rendezvous with Eduardo. He was late. The afternoon waned as the light faded and the tall building shadows lengthened. She must have been in the sun too long today. Usually coffee perked her up but this one had her feeling light-headed and droopy. Her eyes closed and her head nodded forward.



A slow-moving black limousine slipped to a stop at the curb and two men in dark suits and sunglasses emerged. They scanned the street for curious onlookers. Seeing none, one man placed a $100 bill beneath the empty demitasse saucer. The other hefted the limp Catherina and placed her in the limo’s backseat. The men bracketed Catherina between them as the limo slipped away from the cafe. The waiter re-emerged and pocketed the C-note as he cleared the table and went inside. The café door shut and the sign in the window flipped to CLOSED.



“Okay, let’s get rid of any tracking and listening devices.”



The men tugged at Catherina’s clothes, shoes and jewelry, removing each piece and tossing the articles out the car windows. Now fully nude, Catherina sat dumbly, unresisting in her drugged twilight dream-state.



The limousine cruised up Ancon Hill between the villas and high-rises affordable only to the rich and super-rich of Panama City. They turned beneath a foliaged masonry arch and the automatic gate closed behind them. One man hoisted Catherina over his shoulder and carried her limp nude body inside the expansive house.



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Catherina’s mind inched out of its stupor. She seemed to be nude and blindfolded. Her hair hung free about her neck and shoulders. Her arms and legs were bound to an upholstered wooden chair. She heard a fountain bubbling, bird cheeps and crickets. She felt a slight breeze. The air smelled of tropical flowers and another more earthy scent, like fresh turned garden soil.



Footfalls echoed in the distance and drew near.



“Ahh, my darling Catherina, you are awake. Welcome to my holiday home. The city can be all hustle and bustle. I like making my little rendezvous here, away from prying eyes and ears.”



Catherina sat still, seeking clues to the man’s identity. His English held a Spanish accent; a Latino man. His hands checked her bindings, concerned with details and specifics; a man of experience and caution. The air stirred as he moved around her. She smelled his cologne, citrusy and flora; a man of culture and taste.



“So, Total Woman Security has sent you to find me.”



Catherina felt a chill descend her spine. Her cover was blown. She hoped Gabriella would note her absence and raise the alarm.



The man spoke brightly. “Well…here I am!”



‘Estevan!’ thought Catherina, ‘this man is Estevan!’



Other footfalls approached, more than one person, irregular, as if struggling with a weighty load.



“Ahh, and our other special guest has arrived.”



Catherina heard a large something placed in front of her, the wooden object scraping on the concrete deck as it was positioned. There was a muffled voice grunting indistinctly.



“Ladies… and gentlemen… let’s all get acquainted.”



Catherina’s blindfold was removed and, as her vision cleared and focused, she saw Gabriella, gagged and bound nude to a chair like her own. Gabriella’s hair tousled when the blindfold was removed, leaving free fall tendrils hanging over her eyes and cheeks. The gag followed. Each operative’s face froze with the shock of recognition.



“Catherina!”



“Gabriella!”



Estevan chuckled. “And I think you are already intimately familiar with my other guests: Antonio, Barto, Cesar and Dominic.”



Estevan’s four junior associates stood attentively at ease, having accomplished their pleasurable obligations as bait and delivery boys for their boss.



“It appears that TWS’s beautiful agents have probed and penetrated my little money laundering ring. Or should I say that my little ring has had the profound pleasure of probing and penetrating TWS’s beautiful agents?”



Estevan laughed quietly at his own joke. His four junior associates merely grinned broadly, reminiscing about the sexual encounters, respectfully awaiting the continuation of their boss’s speech.



“My subordinates are enthralled with your fucking proclivities. They were titillated and thrilled. The boys wanted to continue the cycle, sharing your spectacular talents with others. But I was concerned; if I let you go on fucking the hired help, you might escape my grasp.”



Estevan stood in front of Caterina, reached out and grasped her right tit, hefting the bouncy globe. He pinched and pulled on the left nipple. He reached down and palmed her snatch, sniffing deeply of her musk that was smeared on his hand. Estevan sighed and turned to Gabriella. He tilted his head in acknowledgement of her similar magnificence.



“I find it such a shame to prematurely end your gallant fuck-for-all and deny so many others such truly gratifying access to your impressive bodies.”



Estevan shrugged and sighed. His voice turned to a tone of quiet acquiescence.



“Well, that’s too bad. But it was inevitable. Nothing lasts forever. Fortunately, we were able to offload our accounts to other banks around the world. Unfortunately, we will have to relocate our enterprise elsewhere. Panama has been good for us but there are other failed states with marginal governance and greedy leaders. We will re-establish our businesses there.”



Catherina and Gabriella had been silent during the monologue. Their training taught them that listening and not talking was the way to garner information and useful intelligence. Estevan continued.



“I can see why my associates were dismayed when I explained that their use of your sexual talents was at an end. My strategy was for us to simply disappear. But the boys yearned to partake once more of your bodies. Alas, as part of our plan, I promised them one more round of erotic indulgence. So here we are. I now regret that I was unable to reap my own share of this delightful feast of pleasure.”



Having completed the preliminaries, Estevan swept his arms wide open in a gesture of welcome before the bound women and his men.



“Please, gentlemen, enjoy your promised evening and its carnal bounty. I will return before dawn to complete the arrangements for our exodus.”



Estevan re-entered the mansion and closed the glass French doors behind him. The two women and four men were left to their nocturnal activities under the starry sky in the dimly lit manicured patio garden.



The men began eagerly doffing their clothes. They had individually contemplated sharing, swapping or using these two women in tandem. Granted, they had imagined different circumstances but nobody balked at this golden opportunity to live out those fantasies.



Gabriella and Catherina both surreptitiously tested their bindings but each concluded the ropes and handcuffs were too secure for them to slip out of. Catherina noticed a stuffed beach bag on the patio near the mansion.



A nude Antonio and Barto took position either side of the seated Gabriella. One held her in a firm grasp as the other unknotted the bindings. They half-walked, half carried her to a low granite garden bench. Cesar and Dominic were waiting, having draped the smooth flat surface with a padded towel from the beach bag. Antonio and Barto laid Gabriella face up to the bench, limbs fastened to the stone legs, leaving her open and available for their use. Gabriella looked sideways and spotted a row of three miniature ceramic gnomes standing guard along the garden’s foliage edge. Their stoic enameled faces gazed emotionlessly upon her preparations.



Meanwhile, Ceasar and Dominic turned their attention to Catherina. Similarly, they unfastened her from her chair and refastened her to a second granite bench. If she tilted her head high enough, she could peer between her tits, over her exposed cunt and see Gabriella fastened to the farther bench, her pink gash framed between her wide spread thighs. Gabriella was of a similar mind and was looking toward Catherina down her own bound body. They eyed each other, trying to transmit moral support and courage to the other, broadcasting mutual assurance with facial expressions that they were worried and uncomfortable but not hurt.



The men gathered in a circle and played a quick game of rock-paper-scissors, determining an impartial rotation of turns with the females. Breaking huddle, Antonio and Cesar strode to the familiar Catherina; Barto and Dominic took position either side of their favorite Gabriella.



Dominic kneeled between Gabriella’s legs, used two fingers of one hand to spread her labia and swiped his rough tongue up her cunt lips and over her clitoris. Gabriella gave a startled yelp and lifted her hips off the bench. Barto laughed. Dominic may have chuckled but it would have gone undetected as he buried his mouth over Gabriella’s cunt. Gabriella gave intermittent yaps and cries as Dominic sucked intensely and pressed his stuttering tongue hard against her soft pink folds.



Barto placed a bolster cushion under Gabriella’s head, tilting her face up and forward. If not for Dominic’s bobbing head blocking her view, she could have seen Catherina, as before, on the far bench. Barto threw a leg over Gabriella’s stomach and placed his erection between her tits. With her arms bound down at her sides, Barto was left to press her cleavage together. Fully embedded between her wonderful boobs, he began the strokes along the fleshy tunnel. His tip approached but did not touch her cherry colored lips.



The men were using Gabriella but so far had not penetrated her. Her distress was supplanted by a lust and Dominic’s familiar tongue was putting a tingle in her groin.



Catherina was receiving similar attention from Antonio and Cesar. Cesar was clumsily lapping her cunt, unused to servicing a female. He was more accustomed to being serviced. Antonio was kneading and tapping Catherina’s tits, watching them pulse and jiggle. Catherina looked left and saw her own audience of impassive faced ceramic gnomes. Despite her practiced familiarity with bizarre and worldly sexuality, the cartoonish sculptures’ immobile stares were unnerving. She couldn’t figure why; it just felt creepy. A shiver ran up her spine. A smug Cesar noted the tremor, took credit and smirked inwardly. In the future, he thought, more lucky women would enjoy his newfound appetite for cunnilingus.

What can I say… I married a “dick slut”… But, I knew this before I married her; it was one of those things that intrigued me about her. Before we were married, Laura had sex with about 32 guys and given blowjobs to 45+ guys; she’s not sure on the exact numbers. Most were during her college days (some of those were when her and a friend helped with recruiting star football players checking out the school). After college it was mainly boyfriends, but still had some one night stands… like when she took a guy she met at a bar out back for a quick blowjob. She had never done more than one guy at a time (though she has screwed two different guys in the same day on several occasions).



Laura loves giving blowjobs and likes to swallow. She has been very open with me about how much she really likes hard dicks, how she loves stroking and sucking them; especially big dicks… and she has sucked and screwed some big dicks (A boyfriend, Anthony, was the biggest at 11″ and as thick as her wrist) She has often stroked my dick while she verbally fantasizes about giving multiple guys blowjobs, giving a blowjob while being screwed at the same time or memories of past guys. These have been her main fantasies (giving me a blowjob with another girl was right behind though). And for 8 years these remained just fantasies.



I use to tease her that she should fulfill her fantasy about giving a few guys blowjobs and maybe reach 50 blowjobs, but said she wouldn’t. She would say that those days are behind her.



Well, my little dick slut wife has been awakened like never before. And now at the time of writing this she is on her way to screwing 100 guys and has given 185+ guys blowjobs/hand jobs. Here’s how it all started.



Let me start off by adding that Laura is a pretty woman. Though my wife is in her early 40′s, though she looks like she is in her 30′s. She has a cute face, is 5’5″ and weighs about 130 lb. She has a nice figure with nice firm 36 C+ boobs, gorgeous ass and creamy white skin that contrast her dark hair. Needless to say, she still draws attention; though she still denies that she does. She has a high sexual appetite that I’ve been fortunate to enjoy… and she loves to swallow my cum. OK now back to what awakened my little dick slut…



Last October we went on a 7-day Caribbean cruise. We have gone on a few cruises and enjoyed them very much. This cruise would prove to be different. After the second day everything was a typical cruise, we were enjoying the relaxing, carefree atmosphere and too much food.



Like we so often do, we shared fantasies to heat things up. My wife stroked my dick while she fantasized about giving two guys she’d seen on the ship blowjobs. During her fantasy, I told my wife how much the thought of watching her suck another man’s dick turned me on and that she could give someone a blowjob on this cruise if she wanted to. She closed her eyes, sucked my dick and every so often would tell me the images in her mind of her sucking the dicks of these guys while I watched her.



After great sex and we were lying there in bed, she asked me if I was serious. I had to think for a moment but then realized she was talking about my comment on her fulfilling her fantasy. I didn’t think she was too serious but thought I would see where this would go. I told her if she wanted to I was all right with her giving someone a blowjob on the cruise. She said that I would get too jealous and she didn’t want to hurt our marriage. I told her that after as many guys she has screwed and sucked in the past that I would not get jealous; as long as her heart was mine a blowjob wouldn’t hurt our marriage. “What if I screwed someone on the cruise?” She asked with a smile. I told her as long as I got to participate I wouldn’t mind. She asked if I was sure and I told her I was sure. We have had similar discussions before, but I could see she was considering it more this time, but I still didn’t think much of it.



On our 3rd night out we decided to go out to the pool. It was late and there were only a few people in the pools. We had a couple drinks and swam for a bit and then decided to hit the Jacuzzi. All of the Jacuzzi’s seemed fairly full with the exception of one. There were only two people in it. So that is the one we decided on. As Laura climbed in I noticed there were two guys in their mid to late 20′s and their eyes watched my wife all the way into the water.



We sat there quietly for a while and then Laura started up some small talk with the two guys. They were both on the cruise because of some network marketing vitamin thing. Sean was a decent looking guy and Brian was… as I later heard… really Hot! So we found out where they were from and that they both had girlfriends who couldn’t come on the cruise.



We talked and had a couple more drinks over the next half hour or so. Laura kept getting too hot (or so she would say) and would sit on the edge to cool down. Each time Sean and Brian didn’t even hide the fact they were checking out my sexy wife. Laura enjoyed the fact that they were looking at her and so she put on a minor tease for them. She got up to sit on the edge; this time taking her time, Laura adjusted her bikini top and bottom, pulling the material away from her butt more than needed exposing a little bit of her shaved pussy. Both guys smiled widely; she gave a little laugh leaned toward them and pulled her top to the sides to expose just the edges of her areoles for a couple seconds, then sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi adjusting her top.



That little show emboldened Sean and he commented on how lucky I was to have such a hot wife. Brian then said Laura looked hot in a bikini and that he’d pay money to see tits. She laughed and teased back by asking, “how much”? He grinned and said he’d pay $50 to see her topless. Then Sean said he’d pay $100 to see her totally naked. With that she winked at me dropped back into the water and untied her bikini top, showing them her boobs just above the water. Both guys were a little shocked that she had just flashed them. She let them gauche at her for almost a full minute while and then pulled her top back up. She put out her hand to Sean and said that that would be $50 bucks and then laughed and said it was on the house.



Knowing that Laura probably wouldn’t take it any further (but I knew she wanted to) I made the comment “damn, I wonder what she would do for $200″. She casually said, “I’d give them a blowjob”. They both looked bewildered. I figured she was just teasing but started to doubt myself when she sat between the two of them. Without saying a word she started to rub their dicks through their shorts. Instantly, both looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders and grinned. When I didn’t protest they both started rubbing on my wife. She was sitting with her shoulders below the water line but I could see their hands all over her body and squeezing her tits. She had their dicks out of their shorts so that she could stroke them. She looked at me and mouthed “thank you” and then went back to enjoying the two hard dicks in her hands.



After a few minutes she moved back from them and then went under the water and Brian had a big grin on his face. After about 30 seconds Laura came up for air and then Sean had a big grin on his face. She did this several times for each guy. Then Laura came up for air and went under again, this time I felt her tugging at my shorts and I received one of the best 30 second blowjobs ever. I could tell she was excited!



When she came up for air she ordered us to put away our dicks and said she would meet Sean and Brian in their suite in 30 minutes and give them a real blowjob. With that she fixed her top, grabbed her towel and left the three of us just sitting there stunned. As soon as she was out of earshot Brian and Sean started to comment on what had just happened. I told them that it has been a fantasy of hers to give two guys a blowjob at the same time and that it looked like she might be fulfilling that fantasy tonight, but added not to be surprised if she chickened out. They started to get out and go to their suite. I asked them what their suite number was. They told me the number and said that they hoped she didn’t chicken out and took off like a couple of high school boys.



When I got back to our cabin Laura was taking a shower and looked a bit nervous. She told me she really wanted to give them both a blowjob but was worried about me. I told her I was OK with it as long as she was. She grinned a sexy grin and said she was, but asked again if I was sure. I reassured her that not only was I sure but that I was totally turned on at the site of her stroking two dicks and her being touched by these two strangers.



A few minutes later she asked what she could do with them, I told her, “whatever you want babe”. With a smile, she asked if that included screwing them too. I told her she could do what ever she wanted as long as I was there to watch. She asked if I was sure and I told her with a big grin, “babe, what’s two more notches in your bed post,” then added that I was excited to finally see my little dick slut in action. She kissed me hard and told me she loved me.



My wife’s excitement grew and she told me how empowered it made her feel when she was stroking two dicks at the same time. How she has always wanted to do that. How she was so turned on to have a new dick in her mouth and how excited it made her with me watching. And how she couldn’t wait to suck 3 dicks in one night and that she just might screw all of us. Then with a wicked smile she said, “Sweetie, tonight your little dick slut is going to be a big dick slut.”



I took a very quick shower, got dressed and we headed on over to their suite. By the time we got there it had been about 45 minutes and Laura was still nervous especially when she debated on screwing them. She almost backed out at one time, but decided she’d only give them a blowjob. I remained quiet the whole time wanting this to be totally her decision, but hoping she would at least give them blowjobs. She squeezed my hand tightly when I knocked on their door.



They offered us drinks and Laura asked for her favorite, diet coke and rum. We chatted for a few minutes and both guys let my wife know how beautiful she was. Sean asked if she were going to give them blowjobs totally naked, then quickly added topless would be fine. The rum was relaxing Laura, she grinned and said, “I was planning on only letting you see my tits… if I get naked I might want to do more than just give you a blowjob.” Both guys looked at me for approval and again all I could do was shrug and say, “It’s her fantasy!”



Looking back at me and with a grin, Laura told me I could only watch… for now.



I saw the change in my wife as she took control and told both guys to sit on the edge of the bed. She turned up the music that had been playing and started to strip for them. She took her time removing her blouse and then pants. My wife was wearing a very sexy black lace lingerie and stripper heels that I hadn’t seen before (and later found out that she had bought them for a special night). She moved slowly in front of them and began removing their cloths. Before long she had both guys totally naked. She gave them each little lap dances and teased them, stroking their hard dicks. She gave me a little lap dance and I could feel the heat from her pussy when she put it up to my face. She teased me for a few more moments and returned her focus on the other two.



Laura went back to teasing her two new friends with her boobs and stroking their dicks. She slid her lace covered pussy over their dicks, then their faces. My wife slowly removed the lace material and was now totally naked in front of two strangers, except for her heels. She walked up to them and pulled them to her boobs. She had both of them suck her nipples and in no time they had their hands all over her body. That didn’t last long; she had them lean back on the bed and she dropped to her knees. Both guys were hard as rocks. Sean was by far the bigger dick, at least 9″ and thick with veins popping out everywhere. Brian was average.



Even though Brian was better looking, Sean’s dick won him major points and got most of her hand and tongue attention. “Did I mention that my wife was a dick slut and loves big dicks?” She says they are fun to play with and has had a few big dicks in the past (A boyfriend named Anthony was 11″+ and as big as her wrist). She was stroking and sucking both dicks for about 5 minutes when Sean said he couldn’t take much more. She went to stop but he moaned it was too late so she sucked him harder and faster and in 5 seconds he came. But to his surprise she swallowed his cum. When he finished she told him she hoped he had more where that came from and he reassured her there was plenty more in him.



Laura went back to sucking Brian and he reassured her he was good for a few rounds as well. Sean climbed under my wife and started to devourer her soaking pussy. He licked her pussy and played with her nipples, driving her crazy. She had her first ever orgasm with 2 guys at the same time. She sucked Brian really hard and he only lasted about 2 more minutes then announced he was going to cum. My wife continued sucking until he exploded and exploded and exploded. She could hardly swallow fast enough. When his jerking ceased and he collapsed on the bed he told her that she is the only one who has ever swallowed his cum and that she had just fulfilled one of his fantasies.



Now my dick was as hard as a rock and I was tired of waiting. I stripped down and put my hard dick in my wife’s face and she just smiled. She sucked my dick like she only does when she is real horny. I told her I wanted to screw her but she sucked harder and wrapped her arms around me. After watching my gorgeous little wife suck and swallow cum from two stranger’s dicks and now watching a stranger lick my wife’s pussy while she sucked my dick, I knew I wouldn’t last long. But I manage to hang on longer than she wanted and I got the usual tap on the leg letting me know it was time to cum, so I did. When I was finished she told me to behave because she was going to screw these guys.



Laura ordered Brian and Sean to lay the bed. She climbed on the bed and stroked and sucked both guys back to life, while she was sucking on Sean’s hardening dick, Brian took his turn licking my wife’s pussy till she came again. She got on all fours and told Brian that she wanted him to fuck her hard while she sucked his friend.



Without hesitating, Brain got behind my wife and slowly inserted his dick and for the first time in 9 years another man was screwing her. And for the first time ever, she was sucking a dick while being screwed and when she looked at me and I could see the lust in her eyes. She did her best to suck Sean while his friend pounded on her pussy into several orgasms. After a few minutes she pulled away from Brian, laid on her back near the edge of the bed and started sucking his dick and told Sean to screw her. She was so wet that his big dick slipped right in and he started to fuck her hard. Within a few minutes she was having another orgasm.



At this point I had had enough of just watching and climbed onto the bed, put my now hard dick in her face and my dick slut took turns sucking both our dicks while we squeezed her gorgeous boobs. Sean said he was about to cum and my wife got on her knees to suck his huge dick. In a few seconds he was cumming down her throat a second time.



Not waiting, I pulled my wife into position and stuck my dick in her wet pussy while she continued to suck Brian’s dick. She had a couple more orgasms and after about ten minutes of me screwing her and her sucking both guys, I exploded inside her.



Laura said she needed to rest and lay on the bed. A few minutes later she announced she wanted to take a shower and went into the bathroom. I put my boxers on, sat in my chair and the 3 of us sat there in awkward silence for a few minutes. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.



Laura came out of the bathroom drying her hair and totally relaxed being naked in front of us. When she saw the TV on she just laughed and made some smart remark. She sat on my lap and asked the guys if they were up to screwing her one more time. Both quickly said they were.



My wife told them to lie on the bed and began stroking their semi hard dicks. She stroked and sucked their dicks till they were hard again. Laura told Brian to lie down on his back and she screwed him from on top. He reached up and played with her tits while she sucked and stroked Sean again. Laura has this little twist, slide, thrust move and in about 10 minutes Brian was cumming inside her pussy.



When Brian finished she climbed off him and said she wanted Sean’s big dick inside her for one grand finale. Now I knew what she had in mind. And sure enough, she got on all fours and screwed Sean like a mad woman, slamming her ass into his hips as hard as she could. After about 5 minutes she told Brian to play with her clit. He hadn’t touched her clit for more than 45 seconds when she came as hard as I’ve ever seen her cum and her juices sprayed all over Sean’s dick and balls and drenched the bed. Yes my little dick slut is a squitter!



Not sure what had just happened, Sean started to pull away, but she ordered him not to stop, he put his dick back into her, she told Brian to rub and she went for a second wet and then a 3rd wet orgasm. After this Sean lost it and came deep inside her pussy. My wife collapsed and Sean fell next to her. After a few minutes she said she was going to take a shower. As she walked by she kissed me and said thank you again. Mean while the 3 of us got dressed while both guys went on and on about how freaking hot my wife is.



After a short shower Laura came out with only a towel on her head. She looked tired, but very sexy. Brian and Sean both commented on how gorgeous her body is and that they’d never been screwed like that before. She put on her lace undies and then sat on my lap topless while we all talked for a bit. Laura asked that they not try to find us again as this were just a one time deal. She finished getting dressed and kissed them each good-bye.



As we walked back to our cabin Laura was quiet and kept taking side-glances at me. Finally she asked if I was OK. I told her I was totally OK. I told her I could tell how much she enjoyed screwing 3 guys. She told me she REALLY did enjoy it and that she loved pleasing 3 guys at once. How she felt empowered knowing that all 3 of us wanted her.



We walked in silence for a few minutes and then Laura asked if it was OK for her to screw someone else on this trip. I was surprised… but yet not. I asked if she had someone in mind and she did. I asked if this were something she would want to continue doing when we got home. She grinned and asked if it was OK, because she was thinking about it. I told her I had one rule, I always had to be there. She said, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”



When we got back to the cabin I asked whom she had in mind. She told me about this guy she has seen several times. I had a good idea who she was talking about because I caught her staring at him the other day. But my wife always stares at good-looking guys so I didn’t pay much attention at the time.



Laura started talking about how much fun it would be to suck his dick till he came down her throat and then to screw him till he came in her pussy while she sucked my dick. As she talked about it, she pulled out my dick and stroked it. She had a couple, what she calls “mental orgasms”. She then screwed my brains out and we fell asleep in each other’s arms till almost noon the next day.



The day before our cruise was over Laura had tracked down the guy. It didn’t take my wife long and she had this guy following her back to our cabin. She wasted no time and was soon on her knees stroking, sucking and screwing his dick (though she was disappointed in his less than average sized dick). But she still had fun and had several orgasms while we were sucked and screwed by. By the time my Dick Slut Wife was finished, she had our nuts drained a couple of times.

This is the latest in a series of stories about Hank and his wife’s sister Heather. Check out my profile for others.



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Hank was really looking forward to the trip down south with his wife to visit her sister. It would be the first time he had see Heather since their encounter at his house three months before.



They hadn’t talked since then, or exchanged any emails, so Hank wasn’t sure what kind of reception to expect. Maybe she regretted her actions at his house last time. But if she was upset, she probably would have said something to Hank’s wife, her sister. But Hank knew she hadn’t.



Hank couldn’t stop thinking about all they did that last trip. He masturbated to the memory of their first fuck just about every night. He could replay every move, smell every scent, and remember the feeling of his cock filling up her tight cunt as if it were just yesterday.



As soon as Heather and her husband bought their new boat they immediately invited Hank and his wife out to see it. So, if there was any regret about their behavior last time, Heather surely wouldn’t have invited him so soon, would she?



Ultimately, it didn’t matter. Hank and his wife Amy showed up at Heather’s lakeside house on a hot 85-degree day, abnormally warm for early April.



“Hey sister!” Heather said as she greeted Amy at the door. She hugged her sister as Hank stood behind her with their bags. “And there’s Hank,” Heather said turning to him. “So nice to see you again.”



Heather stepped up and embraced Hank. As her sister walked in the house, Heather didn’t say anything but instead licked the inside of Hank’s ear. The feel of her tongue, and her hot breathe in his ear, caused Hank to get hard instantly. Obviously, he had his answer.



“Hey you guys, Mike is already down at the boat waiting for us. Change into your bathing suits right away and we can head down there,” Heather said as she let go of Hank and followed her sister into the house. She was wearing shorts and a T-shirt but Hank could see straps of her bikini underneath it, so she was ready to go.



Hank and Amy headed to the guest bedroom and quickly changed. Hank had to turn his back to Amy so she couldn’t see his still-present erection caused by Heather’s surprise ear probe.



Hank and Amy met Heather outside and they began the short walk to the lake where the boat was docked. Heather’s husband Mike was there waiting.



“Hey guys!” he called out. “Who’s ready to go swimming?”



Hank’s wife Amy loved to swim. Him, not so much. Hank brought a book to read.



“Wow, what a great boat!” Amy said. “Is the water warm? I would love to go for a swim.”



“Yes, it’s great,” Mike said. “I’m definitely getting in. What about you Hank?”



“Nah, I think I’ll just read my book. Are you getting in, Heather?”



“I think I’ll work on my tan,” Heather said as they climbed onto the boat. It was a 30-foot Sunray, with a cabin below deck and a large bow perfect to lay out and get some sun.



Mike piloted the boat way out into the middle of the lake, far from anyone else. The sun shined down brightly, making everyone comfortable in their swimming gear. Hank, of course, was most interested in what Heather chose to wear and he was not disappointed. She had on a barely there string bikini, which seemed painted onto her tight ass and 34B breasts.



As for Hank, he didn’t have on anything special, just your normal old swimming trunks and no shirt.



Once the boat was anchored, Heather lay a towel down on the deck of the boat. Mike and Amy eagerly jumped into the water, swimming at the front of the boat. Hank and Heather couldn’t see them because the bow of the boat stuck out too far.



Heather lay down on her stomach and Hank stood right behind her enjoying the view. Her bikini bottom perfectly framed her tight ass. It rode high on her butt, revealing the bottom edges of her ass. He was so close, her could see goose pimples on her ass when a cloud briefly covered up the sun. She lay with her legs together and her arms in front of her cradling a book.



“You like our boat?” Heather asked without turning around or moving her head from her book.



“Yeah, it’s great,” Hank said, continuing to stare at her ass.



“You like the view?” Heather asked, slowly spreading her legs apart.



“I am enjoying the view,” Hank said, staring between Heather’s legs as she slowly moved them apart. “I just wish I could see more.”



“You know, it’s funny,” Heather said, still looking at her book as her legs were now wide apart on her beach towel. “I just bought this swimsuit and it just doesn’t seem to fit me right.”



“Oh yeah,” Hank said, moving even closer. “What’s wrong with it?”



“Well,” Heather said. “The bottoms just seem to ride up on me and I constantly have to readjust them.”



As she was talking, she reached back with her right hand and slid her index finger underneath the edge of her bikini, lifting it up from her skin. Hank had a perfect view of her ass as she pulled the bikini down a couple inches to cover more of her skin.



“Yeah, that must be a pain,” Hank said. He could hear his wife and Heather’s husband laughing and talking in the water below them as they swam.



“It’s not so bad,” Heather said. “But this fabric is also a little itchy.”



And with that, she reached back with her left hand and pulled the bikini to one side, revealing her twat to Hank. The view was his favorite to see, from behind, with her cunt pressing down against the towel, her ass in the air. Her pubic hair was trimmed, nearly shaved, he could see, and the sight of her pussy lips in the open air just a couple feet away from him made his cock spring to attention.



“How do you like the view now?” Heather asked, still not turning around.



“Mmm. Much better,” Hank said. “I need to take some pictures for my scrapbook.”



“Go for it,” Heather said.



Hank got out his phone and began snapping away, zomming in on her exposed cunt. He was cock throbbed.



Heather rocked her body back and forth and spread her legs even more. That caused her pussy lips to open ever so slightly. Hank could see the bright pink inside of her vagina. His cock was fully erect and tough to hide inside the unforgiving swimming trunks.



“How about now?” Heather asked.



“The best yet,” Hank said. “I see this boat has a cabin. What’s it like down there?”



“Are you trying to get me to go down there with you while my sister and my husband are distracted?” Heather asked with a smile.



“Yup,” Hank said.



Heather rolled over quickly onto her stomach and then sprang up on her feet.



“Let me show you,” she said. Heather’s gaze was instantly drawn to Hank’s obvious boner. She kept her eyes on it as she walked past him, allowing her arm to briefly graze his throbbing cock. Just the slight touch of her skin against him, even though the fabric of his trunks was a buffer, almost led Hank to cum on the spot. He was extremely turned on.



He followed Heather through the sliding glass door to the boat’s cabin. The door had the type of glass that allowed those inside to see out, but no one outside could see in. Hank closed the door behind him and descended the three stairs where Heather stood waiting for him.



“You seem a little excited,” Heather said, looking down at Hank’s erect cock and then back up at his face.



“I am,” Hank said. “What are you going to do about it?”



Heather didn’t say anything but instead got down on her knees with her face directly in front of his bulge, which seemed to be struggling to burst out of his trunks. Heather reached up and grabbed the laces of his trunks, slowly untying the loose knot. She reached inside the waistband of his trunks, which were easily loosened, and pulled them down.



Hank’s 7-inch cock popped to attention. It was fully erect and throbbing just inches from Heather’s face, almost begging her to provide some relief.



“Hurry up,” Hank said. “We don’t have much time.”



Before he could finish his last sentence, Heather swallowed his massive dick, getting the whole shaft into her mouth. She played with his balls with her right hand as she masterfully sucked his manhood. She worked her head up and down on his shaft, sucking it with such force that Hank could not hold out for long. It only took seconds before he exploded in her mouth.



“Jesus, Heather,” he said as he came. “Oh my god.”



Three, four then five massive ejaculations shot out of his dick and into Heather’s warm mouth. She easily gulped them all down, like someone lost in the dessert dying for hydration. After the last burst of hot cum from Hank’s dick, Heather came up for a breathe, then licked the tip of his cock to get the remaining cum that was dripping off the end.



“I think I hear them,” Hank said. He looked up at the door and saw his wife toweling herself off. Heather jumped up quickly and moved toward the stairs. “Stay here,” she said.



Heather opened the door and came out on the deck of the boat. Her husband came over.



“Hey babe, great day for a swim.” He grabbed Heather around the waist and gave her a long kiss on the lips, her mouth still full of the taste and smell of Hank’s cum. She opened her mouth and let Mike’s tongue slide in. It made her wet as he kissed her, not knowing that she had just given her sister’s husband a blow job and his cum was still coating her teeth.



It made her so wet, in fact, a spot came through her bikini. Amy saw it and smiled at Heather.



“Enjoy that kiss?” she asked.



“Oh yeah,” Heather said. “I’m having a great day.”

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