My latest obsession..
I am having a lot of fun getting off on this sexy lady, when I see her face my cock twitches into life and I have no self control, I have to jerk off to her and cum on her face. 
I can only fantasise what it would be like to surprise her in a parking lot late at night, to pin her against her car and force her to her knees, the look in her eyes as I pull my cock out.. she knows whats coming. the look on her face as I stroke her soft open mouth with my bulging cock, a little precum adding gloss to her lips. I hold her wrist tightly above her head and her hands are oh so expressive as my cock slides deep into her mouth. I slide it in and out, slowly at first, enjoying the feel of her lips against my shaft. I want to take my time, I want to sample all her holes, but I again lose control and start pounding her face, quicker and quicker, the sound of skin slapping against skin is joined by the rhythmic drum of the back of her head banging against the car. I can hold it in no longer.. a stream of warm cum smashes against her face, covering her gasping mouth. And without a word I step back, zip up, and walk away. She kneels silently in the darkness of the parking lot, eventually she becomes aware of my cum melting slowly on her face, wiping it off with her hand she stops to examine the handful of sticky sperm.. looking at its sticky strands between her fingers.. and then for only a reason she will understand she lifts her skirt, spreads her legs, pulls her panties down and pushes her cum covered fingers into her wet and excited pussy, she smiles and sighs. 

ROUND THREE / UNEXPECTED DAY THREE

Continuation of my Minnesota adventure: May 2024 [another very long post]

To recap:
I was visiting T, my 52-year-old long-time red-haired FWB, for the first time since October 2021. In the interim, she’d had major female surgery, put on some unwanted weight due to the anti-depressant meds she’d been taking (although she still looked amazing to me), and dumped a 20-y/o lover because “he came too fast, didn’t have a decent job, and couldn’t eat pussy to save his life.” I’d made the drive from Denver to her small town, located a couple of hours southwest of the Twin Cities, with the intent of doing what we always did. That involved catching up on news since the last time we were together, taking in concerts, museums and other attractions while spending the weekend in the Twin Cities, and having sex – lots and lots of sex.

I woke up around 7:30 Tuesday morning, following another three-hour fuck session that had wrapped up around two a.m. Because T babysits her two-year-old grandson every weekday afternoon, I had only planned to sleep over for two nights and then come back for her on Friday. She was dead asleep alongside me, with the covers pulled up over her head, so I left her alone and got dressed in the living room. Her car, a Ford Focus, had been running on fumes the previous evening, so I filled it up at the nearest gas station and then stopped off at a drive-thru for a bagel. Culinary note: I asked for the bagel to be toasted, with cream cheese on the side. Who the fuck toasts a bagel without slicing it first??? Sheesh.

Anyway, I returned to her place and was having my breakfast when T came out of the bedroom and plopped down beside me. I noticed she’d put on yoga pants and a loose-fitting sweatshirt, which clearly indicated she was officially "not in the mood." She is NOT a morning person, and that includes morning sex. I offered her half my bagel, which she declined. She’s also not a breakfast person. “Are you sure you want to leave today?” T asked. “I thought we settled that on Sunday,” I replied. “I’ll be back Friday afternoon and we’ll spend the weekend in St. Paul.” She gave me one of those inscrutable looks that leave guys like me clueless. “Well, Donna is coming over for dinner. We do this every few weeks and, besides, she wants to meet you.”

Donna was one of T’s former coworkers, a tall Nordic blonde who’d succumbed to T’s bisexual charms during a blizzard in February and was apparently still infatuated with my red-haired Viking princess. “You can leave if you want,” T teased, “but you’ll miss out on a fun dinner.” Something told me that dinner wasn’t the only thing I’d miss by heading north, so I agreed to delay my drive by a day. Hey – I may be clueless when it comes to women, but I like to think I’m not an idiot!

We spent most of the day pretty much the same as on Monday, watching TV, reading, and having light-hearted conversation. After homemade bean burritos for lunch, I agreed to help her sort through her massive clothes collection that took up most of a second bedroom. It was a claustrophobic environment dominated by two huge dressers her grandparents had left to her. Piles of clothes occupied every flat surface, but the drawers were nearly empty. Our task was to divide the wardrobe up into Donate and Keep. I suggested the latter category was likely to include “fits me now” and “I hope it’ll fit again someday.” That remark earned me a not-so-playful punch on my arm, followed immediately by an offer to “kiss and make it better.”

For about two hours, I pulled out articles of clothing as T passed judgment on each item’s future. It was really humid, even with the a/c running, so she'd changed into a t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants that had been cut down into shorts. Occasionally she felt compelled to try things on to see if they fit – some did, but many did not – which meant she was regularly showing me her tits while putting on blouses, and turning around to show off her lovely ass with each skirt or pair of pants we came across. There was hardly any floor space, so we were constantly bumping into each other. T was also being very tactile – stroking my arm, smacking me on the ass when I didn’t move out of her way fast enough, and delivering a series of random kisses. Finally, I got up the courage to ask about her behavior.

“You know,” I began apprehensively, “I can’t help but notice how affectionate you are. It’s like the old T has returned.” During past visits, she’d regularly initiated public displays of affection, but I never felt comfortable asking about this behavior – mostly because I didn’t want it to stop. “Why now; why me?” She froze with her hand halfway reaching for a hanger and turned to face me. “You really want to know?” she asked quietly. “Always,” I said. “I used to behave like this a lot, because I’m an affectionate person, but my actions kept getting taken the wrong way. Nearly every guy I’ve been with assumed I was coming on to them sexually, as in, I wanted to fuck them right then and there. You, on the other hand, never give me that vibe, because I know you truly care about me as a person, not just some sex object.”

I must have had a weird look on my face while trying to process what she’d said, because she stepped over the huge pile of clothes still on the floor and bumped up against me, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a seriously hard kiss on my mouth. The phrase, “You know I adore you,” escaped my lips before I could even think about what I was saying. In return, T took half a step back and countered with, “Well, if you must know, I really DO want to fuck you, but that’ll have to wait because it’s almost time for me to go be with my grandson.” With that she giggled, pushed past me to climb out of the room, and called back in my direction as she was putting on her sneakers, “I’m watching him over at their place, because I don’t want to inflict him on you two days in a row. I’ll be back around 4:30.” And with that, she departed.

At 5:00 there was a knock on the door, so I hopped off the couch and went to answer it. T had previously texted me to say she wouldn’t be home until six o’clock but offered no further details. I opened up to greet a tall, slender woman with close-cropped blonde hair and a narrow face, carrying a grocery bag in each hand. I said, “You must be Donna,” at the same moment she said, “You must be Zac,” and we both laughed. I grabbed the bags out of her hands and took them straight to the kitchen. Since T lives in a double-wide trailer (err, “manufactured”) home, the counter was a mere three steps away. I explained that T was running late, and Donna countered with, “Yeah, she called to tell me that while I was at the Hy-Vee (the local supermarket), so I should just get dinner ready without her.” I offered to act as a backup chef, so we both did food prep. The menu included cucumber salad with onion, sliced tomatoes drizzled with olive oil, beer cheese soup, a baguette of French bread, and strawberry ice cream for dessert.

As we worked, we chatted amiably. I was curious about T’s experiences while working alongside Donna, and she confirmed that the stories I’d heard about harassment were true. “She just seems to attract asshole guys,” Donna said with conviction. Then, as she realized what she’d said, added, “Well, not you, obviously.” I laughed and countered with, “The jury might still be out on that one,” but she was quick to disagree. “Oh, no. T says you’re the sweetest guy. She told me you filled up her tank yesterday.” I couldn’t resist the double entendre. “You mean her car’s gas tank, right?” Donna burst out laughing. “Yeah – that, too.”

But before we could delve into additional semi-smutty talk, T returned and gave Donna a big hug and kiss. “Did you rope Zac into helping you with dinner?” she asked. “He volunteered and did a great job cutting up the vegetables,” she replied. I’d suggested we do the salad Hungarian style, dressed with sour cream, vinegar, and a dash of paprika. Lacking a dining table, we took our plates and bowls to the living room – five steps from the kitchen (!!) – and ate at the coffee table. I parked myself on T’s leather recliner, while the ladies sat on the couch.

After dessert, I gathered up the dishes and offered to do clean-up, to which there were no objections! While I was washing, drying and putting things away, T dragged out her cannabis paraphernalia and the two of them were soon “dabbing away.” Donna asked if they should save some for me, but T put the kibosh on that. “He’s got too much of a tolerance for pot,” T explained. “We split a tube Sunday night, and he didn’t even get high. I don’t think it affected him at all.” I chimed in with, “Well, it made me horny.” T responded with a laugh. “Geez, Zac, you’re hornier than any guy I know, so it clearly wasn’t the pot talking.” Naturally, Donna had to come back with, “So, how horny was he?” There was some whispering that followed between the two of them, and I was too far away to hear the conversation, except for the part where Donna said out loud, “How many times?” and then followed with “Oh, my god.”

I wrapped up my KP duties and started back toward my seat when T piped up with a request. “Zac, honey – can you go pick up something for us to drink? We’re too wasted to drive.” I reminded her we still had that Smirnoff swill from the night before, but T said, “Oh, I poured that out. It wasn’t very good.” That was the understatement of the week! Donna suggested a bottle of wine so, after a brief discussion of white versus red, they agreed “red” was the best choice. I grabbed my car keys and left the two of them puffing away on the couch.

The same woman who’d helped us the previous evening was back behind the counter. “How was that Smirnoff?” she asked. “Looking for another bottle?” [That's the issue with small towns; everyone knows your business!] I told her it was the worst stuff I’d tasted since that shot of vodka I’d sampled in a Bratislava grocery store decades earlier. That got a laugh out of her, and we chatted for about ten minutes about our respective overseas adventures, until I suddenly remembered why I was there. Two minutes and $15 later, I was on my way back to T’s place with what was reportedly a halfway decent bottle of California Cabernet.

As I walked into her place, the lights were off and no one was up front. I set the bottle down and slowly felt my way forward. The bedroom door was closed, and the rest of the place was nearly pitch-black. Because of the harsh Minnesota winters and the lack of decent insulation in her place, T keeps all the windows blocked year-round, because “it’s too much trouble to always be redoing them.” It’s like a goddamned cave in there; you can’t tell whether it’s day or night without opening the door and looking outside. I had my hands outstretched to aid in moving ahead, but thankfully it’s a very narrow hallway with no obstacles. I put my ear to the bedroom door but couldn’t make out any sounds. I thought about calling out, but instead I retraced my steps to the living room, stripped down to just my boxer briefs, and returned to where I’d just been standing.

As quietly as I could, I twisted the door handle and pulled the bedroom door open. The first thing I noticed was a pile of women’s clothes lying on the floor. Peeking around the corner, I saw two naked women erotically positioned and illuminated by the dim bedside lamp at the far side of the room. T was lying on her back, her thighs spread wide and the fingers of her left hand making slow circles around her clit. Donna was sitting on T’s face, grinding away, while the palms of her hands were pressed flat against the bedroom wall, since T’s double bed has no headboard. Neither woman was being particularly vocal – Donna was breathing hard, but quietly, whereas whatever sounds T was making were being directed straight into Donna’s vagina. I took off my boxers and began to stroke my cock, which was quickly at attention.

I was being quiet, but Donna turned her head and caught me out of the corner of her eye as I was standing at the side of the bed with my cock in my hand. “Guess—who’s—back?” Donna managed to announce, in between gasps for air. T mumbled something that I couldn’t understand, but Donna was apparently skilled at interpreting mouth-to-pussy speech. “She wants you to go down on her,” Donna translated, so I wasted no time climbing onto the bed and hopping to it. I pushed T’s hand aside and wrapped my lips around her little button-clit. I sucked on it hard, which really sets her off, and then I shoved two fingers deep into her pussy.

Eighteen months earlier, when T had the first of two back-to-back vaginal surgeries, she was worried they would affect her “pleasure parts,” as she called them. But for the past two nights, I was a witness that she was as orgasmic as she’d ever been. Meanwhile, Donna was raking her crotch up and down T’s mouth, and I looked up just as T took the hand she’d been using on her clit and stuck her middle finger deep into Donna’s ass. “Well, that’s an interesting turn of events,” I thought to myself. T was not a fan of anal play on herself, although she occasionally enjoyed it when I moistened my index finger and rimmed her butthole while simultaneously circling her clit with my tongue. She calls it “the double roundabout.” This was the first time I’d seen her finger-fuck another woman in the ass, although she’s never been shy about pounding a girlfriend’s other hole with her fingers. It didn’t take long for me to get T bucking and moaning, and I stayed with it until she exploded into a thigh-quivering orgasm.

After lifting myself up to catch a breath, I decided not to continue with more cunnilingus but instead mounted T, shoving my cock into her ultra-moist pussy. She made a half-hearted effort to push me away, but my 225 pounds was no match for her 140, so I stayed put. With Donna’s firm ass staring me in the face – she hadn’t dismounted from T’s face, despite already having had at least one orgasm – I balanced precariously on top of T and used my hands to grip Donna’s buttocks and spread them apart. Seconds later, she had the experience of two tongues on her, with one at each hole.

T mumbled something, with Donna apparently understanding her query, because she replied, “He’s got his tongue in my ass.” I sure did! But while focusing my attention on the shapely tush in front of me, I’d stopped fucking T and simply left my cock motionless, albeit balls-deep in her pussy. She seemed miffed by this lack of attention, because she responded by wrapping her legs around my thighs and humping up against me, fighting to attain yet another orgasm. Donna came with a grunt and a shudder, moaned, “Ohhhh, gawd!” and rolled off T’s face to collapse on the far side of the bed. Unfortunately, her unexpected dismount caused her knee to smack against the side of my head, and I think I might have lost consciousness for a few seconds. When I regained my senses, I’d rolled off T, having ended up on the same side of the bed where Donna had landed.

“Are you OK?” Donna asked, with concern in her voice. “Did I hurt you?” I pressed my hand to the spot where her knee had made contact with my skull. “No blood, no foul, I guess,” was my flippant reply, which was enough to elicit a hearty laugh from both women. It seemed like a good time to take a break, so I slid down to lie across the bottom edge of the mattress and laid my head on my outstretched arm. T said, “I think we could all use a drink,” and for once, I agreed that was a good idea. She climbed off the bed and slipped quickly into the kitchen, where we could hear her cursing because she couldn’t immediately find a corkscrew. I was torn between remaining in the bedroom and watching Donna play with her clit, which she was doing absent-mindedly, and following T into the kitchen to lend a hand with the wine. With the cry, “Zac – come here. I need you,” the decision was made for me.

I found T leaning back against the sink, the wine bottle in one hand and a fairly elaborate corkscrew device in the other. “I think I’m too high to figure this out,” she admitted, so I relieved her of both items and managed to extract the cork without damaging my hand, or my male ego. T looked absolutely delicious, nude with her pale pink nipples at full attention, her flushed skin accentuating the freckles on her chest, her red triangle down below curly and enticing, and the tang of pussy juice in the air. We stood there, wordlessly, for a few seconds – each checking out the other person’s body – until she reached out and wrapped her hand around my semi-tumescent cock. Then, she uttered a sentence any red-blooded male would love to hear in that situation: “I want to watch you fuck Donna, and then I’ll clean you both up.”

She and I have performed this act before, but the last time was old-COVID. Back in 2019, while spending a fuck-filled four-day weekend in a St. Paul Airbnb, she’d picked up a waitress at the neighborhood pastry shop. We’d gone there for breakfast two days in a row, where during each visit T got more and more flirty with the young woman behind the counter. On Day Three, after telling me to pay the bill and then scram, she somehow talked Simone into coming over to our place once her shift ended at noon. Awaiting her arrival, T told me Simone was only interested in girl-on-girl sex, which was OK with me. And true to her word, Simone showed up on time, stripped off her clothes, and dove into T’s pussy as if she hadn’t had sex in months – which turned out to be the case. I sat on the sidelines, stroking and watching, as they both worked each other into multiple orgasmic frenzies. Taking a break, T said to Simone, “I’m thinking about sucking Zac’s cock, because I love the taste of his cum, but I’d like it even better if it came dripping out of your pussy.” Simone seemed more than a bit skeptical, until T told her that I’d do her doggy-style so she didn’t have to see me fucking her, and that I’d do my best to ejaculate quickly. Given the stroke job I’d been doing on myself the previous 30 minutes, that last part wasn’t going to be a problem. Simone agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and I took her from behind – a deliciously tight 22-year-old pussy that needed only half a dozen pumps to get blasted. T fulfilled her part of the bargain and even managed to make Simone orgasm one last time as my man-jizz ended up all over T’s face and then down her throat.

On this evening, however, there was no reluctant acceptance on Donna’s part. I carried three full wine glasses into the bedroom, distributed them accordingly, and then T announced the next stage in our hours-long fuck-fest. As soon as T explained what she wanted us to do, Donna and I looked at each other and asked, nearly simultaneously, “How do you want me?” That got all three of us laughing, but T had her own idea. “Do her missionary, Zac, so the cum won’t leak out before I gobble it up.” Thankfully I wasn’t drinking from my wineglass at that moment, because I would have probably done a spit-take onto her lovely striped cotton sheets. Instead, I drained the last of the liquid and handed my glass to T, who set it down on the nightstand closest to the bedroom door. Then I dove forward to shove my face into Donna’s crotch.

I’d caught her by surprise, but she didn’t voice a single objection, instead sliding her butt forward so she could lie flat on the bed. I tongued her slit for a minute or two – she tasted really good – and then hopped up onto my knees and guided my dick into her pussy hole. Donna reached up and pushed against my shoulders. I thought she was doing that to get me off her, but she only wanted to create enough room to pull her knees up and press them against my chest. This was actually a very effective fucking position for me, because her legs acted as a sort of spring against which I could thrust and retract. She supplied at least half of the motion, and I was able to hang onto her knees for leverage instead of having to use my arms to bear the weight of my body.

We built up a good rhythm, with lots of heavy breathing on both our parts. Meanwhile, T was sitting cross-legged on her side of the bed, finger-fucking herself with an in-and-out motion that matched my own pussy pounding. Just as T said to Donna, “Don’t be surprised, but he sometimes takes a while to come,” I froze on the downstroke as my cock pumped three or four streams of cum deep into Donna’s pussy. All she said was, “Done?” and when I could only nod my head, she used her legs to push me off her while holding her ass up off the bed. T swooped in and dove for the gusto, first licking up the drops of cum that had dripped off my cock as I withdrew, and then using her fingers to dig deep for the rest of the load.

I managed to stand up at the foot of the bed, knees sagging a bit against the edge of the mattress to maintain my balance. T was really slurping up what I’d left for her, and I jacked my dick a bit as I watched. Having completed her task on Donna, T spun around and licked me clean. “Fuck, that was fun!” she exclaimed, and then guzzled down the rest of the wine in her glass.

We’d easily passed the three-hour mark, and I was exhausted. The ladies climbed off the bed and headed to the bathroom, while I flopped down onto the mattress with the aim of slipping off to dreamland. T had other ideas, however. “Hey,” she called out, which awakened me from my near-slumber. “Donna’s staying over, so you’ll have to camp out on the couch.” I began to object, but my argument fell on deaf ears. “There’s just no room, Zac. Sorry. You’ll find an extra pillow and a blanket in the room where my clothes are.” I passed Donna on my way down the hall, pillow and blanket in hand. She’d stopped off in the kitchen for a glass of water and patted me on the ass while I was setting things up on the couch. I straightened up and gave her a kiss on the cheek, but she put her hand gently on the side of my face – coincidentally, the same side where she’d kneed me earlier – and gave me a deep kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in the morning, OK?” she whispered. I thanked her for an amazingly fun time, which got a shy smile from her before she returned to the bedroom and closed the door.

I’m sure I fell asleep within minutes of stretching out on the couch. At six-foot-zero, I had just enough room to lie on my side (my preferred sleeping position) with my knees slightly bent. Even so, my head was pressed against one arm of the couch, and my feet rested up against the other one. Many hours later – I had no idea of the time, since the windows were blocked and my iPhone was in the other room – I was awakened by something stroking my lower leg. Forgetting where I was for a moment, I imagined it was my cat, Jemima, since she rubs up against me every morning as if to say, “Hey, human. It’s time for my breakfast.” So, when I opened my eyes to see Donna perched on the edge of the couch, as naked as she’d been the night before, I regained full consciousness damned quickly.
She put her finger to her lips and motioned for me to slide over. As skinny as she was, there was still hardly any room to accommodate her lying next to me, so she ended up mostly on top, one knee between my legs, her well-trimmed crotch pressed against my hip, her breasts against my chest, and her mouth a mere inch from mine. “I know T isn’t into morning sex,” Donna said in a very low voice, “but I hear you’re quite the fan, right?” I agreed and lifted my head up so I could give her a good-morning kiss. She slipped her tongue into my mouth while reaching down and wrapping her fingers around my rapidly rising cock. “Mmm, morning wood is the best wood, don’t you agree?” she teased. She squeezed me gently, and we continued to make out as she ground her pussy against my hip bone. Once she determined I was sufficiently erect, Donna threw her leg across my body and straddled me effortlessly. “You were on top last night, so now it’s my turn,” she said. Before I could object – not that it even occurred to me to do so – she had my cock all the way inside her pussy and was rocking back and forth on it with gusto. I reached up and tugged on her small nipples, which were like rock-hard cherries, and she worked her way into two very quick and enthusiastic orgasms.
Donna climbed off after her second orgasm but recognized I hadn’t had one. She teased me a bit with her tongue on the very tip of my cock, pushing my hands away as I tried (unsuccessfully) to engage her mouth more fully. “Be a good boy and put your hands behind your head,” she instructed, “or else I’ll leave you to take matters into your own hands.” At my age, I wasn’t sure how much cum I could muster, given the prodigious amount I’d pumped into her pussy just six or seven hours earlier, but any blow job was better than no blow job. [I think I read that saying needlepointed on a pillow, once.] Donna continued to tease my twitching cock, using only her tongue and resting her hands on either side of my body for balance. She must have toyed with me like this for 10 or 15 minutes before finally relenting and taking my dick all the way into her mouth. Her tongue action continued to be amazing as she bobbed her head up and down only slightly. Still, it was enough of a turn-on for me that I managed to ooze out a bit of cum as I orgasmed. Donna gave me a pretty smile, climbed off the couch, and said she was heading to the shower. “You could probably use one, too,” she insisted, so I joined her under a thin stream of warm water and soaped up her body as she returned the favor. We didn’t get into anything more sexual, but I truly enjoyed the mutual contact.

T climbed out of her bedroom about an hour later, already dressed for the day in a t-shirt and yoga pants. Donna and I were sitting on the couch, a respectable distance away from each other, as we watched a local TV news show. T greeted each of us with a kiss and then went into the kitchen to brew herself a cup of tea. Upon her return, she squeezed in between us and stretched out her legs so her feet rested on the coffee table. Looking at each of us in turn, she asked, “So, did you two have a nice morning fuck?” Before either of us could answer, though, she leaned over and kissed Donna on the mouth. “Thanks for taking one for the team,” she giggled. “You know I’m not into old-noon dick.” I shot back, “I guess I'll set my alarm for 12:05 then.” T stuck out her tongue at me and said, “You’re leaving for St. Paul as soon as you get packed, and Donna will help me with my clothing once you leave.”

After that comeback, I had nothing more to say, so I placed my pjs and my shaving kit into my suitcase and headed for the door. T forestalled me as I passed through the kitchen and wrapped her arms around me in a sensuous hug. “I’ll see you on Friday, lover,” she breathed into my ear, and moments later I was in my car. My final, fleeting thought as I drove down Broadway toward the highway was, “Well, I think my tongue AND my cock can use the three-day break.”

*edit, forgot the thumbnail pic, use this one*

Okay Motherless pervs, here's the story that I had you vote for. Originally it was going to involve Jennifer Lawrence, but I checked it again and Ariana Grande made a comeback for the win. Vote below for who my next story should be about. Feedback is appreciated!

*Ding-ding*
I rolled over and looked at my phone. Someone texting me at one in the morning. 'Fuck it,' I thought 'It can wait til later. I'll be up to work out at 4, I'll deal with it then.
*Ding-ding*
*Ding-ding*
*Ding-ding*
Finally I opened my phone to see who wasn't giving up. It was my cousin, Ariana Grande. Normally she only texts me when she is in town and needs me to back her security up on getting guys to leave her alone. We were close once, but the fame pulled her away.
I pulled up my texts, and the first thing I see is her tan, thong lined ass sent with a message 'So lonely tonight.' Followed by a picture of her in a mirror covering her tiny tits with her hand, accompanied by 'wish you were here, are you thinking about me tonight?'
I considered ignoring it and letting her know she messed up in the morning until, *Ding-ding, Ding-ding* A picture of her sitting on her bed, covering her tits with her arms and covering her pussy wit a small beenie baby adding 'let me see yours if you want this.'
I got up needing to release my bladder. I stopped in front of my mirror, and decided to see what my cousin's reaction would be when she realized she fucked up. I massaged my dick till my dick until it was hard enough for a picture. I snapped a picture in the mirror and sent it to her adding 'Is this what you're wanting sexy?'
I laid back down as she took an extended minute to answer. She was probably expecting one of her black fuck toys. `OMFG WHO DIS!?' she sent back. 'Ryan, your cousin.' I answered. 'Delete those pictures NOW!' she demanded. 'why I forgot how cute you are.' I teased back. she paused for a few seconds. 'you're not that bad either, but you still need to get rid of them.' 'how bout you come over and delete them for me?' i rebutted. 'fine be there in 15.' she answered.
almost to the second I hear a knock on the door. I slipped my boxers back on and answered the door. She stood there with her hair down, her form simply being shrouded in a black silk dress that barely covered what needed to be covered. Her nipples showed clearly underneath. She stepped in with me and followed me to my bedroom telling me how bad I was for not saying something earlier. I told her how bad she was for taking pictures like that and sending them out. She deleted them off my phone and handed it back to me as I simply asked if I should tell mom and nona about what she does for her guys. She looked at me half scared. 'You wouldn't.'
'Then stay and hang out a while' I answered. I sat on the bed and she slowly sat next to me. 'So who were they supposed to be for?' I inquired.
She fidgeted with her hands before looking towards me. 'Big Sean, sometimes when I'm alone I like to think about when I was with him. He was the first man to make me cum.'
I slipped my hand in between hers as she leaned in to me. Her small frame felt even smaller next to me. I closed my eyes as her gentle scent slowly intoxicated me. She leaned up and gently pressed her lips against mine.
She quickly pulled away and looked away. 'I shouldn't have done that. You're my cousin and it's wrong.' she said not wanting to move away despite her change in attitude.
I kissed her neck softly, wrapping a hand around her waist. She bit her lip as she turned back towards me. I kissed her again then whispered 'How can it be wrong if it feels right?'
She slid her hand along my clearly hardening shaft. She pulled my had dick out and stoked it, only able to fit her hand around about 3/4 of it. I felt her shift and begin to slide to the floor in front of me. She dropped by boxers to the floor, kissing the tip of my cock, then slowly down the shaft. I closed my eyes as she sucked on each ball individually, strongly fighting the urge to blow my load right there. She continued to stock my dick as she kissed my taint, and flicked her tongue against my ass hole. My dick jumped and twitched in pleasure.
I knew this was clearly not the first time doing this, as she drug her tongue back up my shaft, then covered the head of my dick with her lush red lips. Her dark eyes looked up at me as I slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Her head slid back and forth as her dress fell to her waist, exposing her perfectly tanned breasts, and hard yet tiny dark nipples. I reached down and gave the nipples a pinch as she opened her mouth a little wider, taking all 11" of me into her mouth and throat. She gagged a little as she pulled away and kept stoking me, sucking on the tip.
I touched her arms gently having her stand in front of me. She stood barely taller than me while I was sitting. I kissed her neck a couple times before giving her collar bone a kiss. My lips made the way down her chest and my lips soon covered her left nipple. My tongue flicked against it as I gently sucked on it. I soon did the same to her right one, as my hand traced its way down her tight stomach and stopped as i touched her bald, wet slit. Her knees bucked as my fingers began tracing her slit. I stood, keeping my fingers going, as I eased her back onto the bed. I dropped to my knees as her knees opened. I kissed her slowly growing clit as I slid a couple fingers into her. She audibly gasped as the fist knuckles entered her. My hand twisted as my tongue shifted and began pushing into her tight rosebud of an ass. My tongue races against her hole as my fingers finally fully enter her.
Her breathing became more excited and sharp as she raced towards climax. I stopped just short of allowing her to peak. As I stood she looked at me wanting me to finish her off. I slid her up the bed, laying her gently laid her on the pillows. She bit her lip as I eased my way up and released a audible gasp as I pushed the head of my cock into her. her pussy was tighter than even I could imagine, for how many guys she had been with.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck and gazed deeply into my eyes as I gripped her tiny waist, slowly working deeper into her. She pulled herself up, kissing my lips, before biting down onto my chest, muffling her growing moans and cries. Her legs wrapped around my waist pulling me in deeper. 'Don't stop please don't stop.' she cried to me. I smiled evilly as I pulled away from her, leaving her just short of her climax.
Without saying a word in response to her look of confusion, I rolled her over and lifter her perfect tight ass in the air. I gave each cheek a kiss as my fingers traced her ass hole. I knelt behind her and pushed my way back into her pussy, giving her ass a good squeeze as I pushed back and forth from behind. She threw her head back and bucked back onto me as I reached up and took a handful of her dark hair. I was quickly loosing the ability to hold myself back, much less keep her from her climax too. I pulled out and put her back onto her back, as my tongue and fingers brought her to her peak. She slammed her eyes shut as every muscle in her body tensed up pushing a full stream of spraying cum down the bed and off onto the floor.
As she relaxed back out she found my dick with her hand and began stroking it again. I helped her sit back up and stood next to her. She wrapped her lips back around my glistening tip, and flicked her tongue against it. A gentle squeeze of my balls became enough to cause me to erupt into her mouth. I laid next to her as she rolled towards me, first showing me that she swallowed every drop of what i gave her before I wrapped us in the blankets, holding her body close to mine.

So I had some jumk appliances and stuff that I needed to get rid of. Normally I'd have to pay someone to take this stuff, but I found a woman online who will pick it up for the scrap value. So I arrange to have her come pick up the stuff.

She arrives in the evening with a big, battered old Dodge Ram with her little daughter in the front with her. The scrap lady is pretty rough looking, heavyset, with plain features, but sturdy, with a sweet disposition. The daughter is throwing a fit, having spent about an hour riding in the old truck with it's broken AC. She's about 2, with wild mane of long blond hair which hangs down her back in shining spiral curls.

I help the junk lady load the stuff into the truck while we make some boring smalltalk. After about 10 minutes the girl, Celia, finally gets out of the cab of the truck and whines around, fussing at her mother. While the mother works on strapping down the load, I find a bottle of soap bubbles and sit on the porch to distract the girl. She's immediately fascinated and calms down. She plops down on the sidewalk with the bubbles and starts blowing happily, legs spread wide, showing off her training pants and creamy-white thighs under her powder-blue sundress.

I get up to go lean against the truck while the junk lady finishes up. After a brief slience in her prattle about helping me out by taking the stuff for free, the junk lady offers up a somewhat suggestive "Maybe for a little extra I could help you out with something else?" She nervously licks her lips a little too slowly, sliding her tongue over her disgusting teeth.

This is unexpected. I was expecting to just unload some junk on her, not unload my junk in her. Thinking fast, I look in her eyes and respond with "Maybe so." Then I look down at her daughter playing on the sidewalk beside us, "What did you have in mind?" I let my gaze linger for a moment on the delicate depression along the inside of her hip, then look up again to the junk lady.

There is a bare flicker of comprehension in her dull eyes, but it is drowned out by doubt and fear. "Thirty dollars?" she offers hesitantly, then: "Covered."

The thought of her nasty mouth around my cock is a little repulsive, but I know she caught my suggestion, she just isn't sure that I meant what she thinks I meant. Maybe there is some potential here.

"Make it twenty and bareback and you've got a deal." I counter. She agrees immediately and we leave her truck to drip it's foul black oil on my driveway and head inside. I sprawl out on the couch and push the coffee table back out of the way with my foot. Celia follows the junk lady into the living room, clutching the bottle of bubbles and her mother's paper-thin skirt, wide-eyed as she takes in what to them is probably a pretty high-class bachelor pad. I'm not rich by a long shot, but I'm a total neat freak with a taste for decorating with only really nice stuff.

The junk lady kneels in the thick carpet between my wide-spread knees and reaches for my belt. I stretch my arms out along the back of the couch and nod at Celia, who is standing there in the middle of my gleaming living room with her bubbles, watching us.

"What about her?" I inquire.

The junk lady glances at Celia. She seems a little unsure of herself. I'm getting the impression that she doesn't have much experience as a whore. "Sit down and play, honey," she says, "Mommy has," she hesitates again, looking me in the face guilty for a moment, "Mommy has some work to do before we go."

The junk lady has my fly open and is tugging down my shorts with her pudgy hands. My cock flops out over her rough knuckles as she awkwardly tries to hook my waistband under my balls, accidentally snapping the boys with the elastic. I'm totally flacid, but she starts stroking it gently, making a point to keep her chin down and her eyes on her work. At least she has that part of being a cheap whore right.

Celia is still standing there watching, but now she has a finger up her nose. I wink at her and she grins back. I can feel my cock chubbing up while I watch her shining curls, and shortly the junk lady opens her plaquy maw and drop it down over my less-than-eager knob.

I try to ignore the misshapen lump of woman bobbing her head between my knees and fill my attention with the svelt, if grubby, daughter standing not 5 feet away. The junk lady actually has the mechanics of dick-sucking down pretty well. She fondles my balls and works the head for a bit, then takes a breath and takes the whole length of my shaft into her mouth while she works her throat.

"Mmm," I address the 2 year old while her mom deepthroats me, "that feels great!" I tell her. Celia's eyes flick down to her mom's head, then back to me. "Yeah, just like that," I tell her and nod with a smile. She nods back.

The blowjob continues like this for a while, the junk lady has her face down working my cock, and I make the usual sexy dirty talk one expects, but the whole time I'm talking right to her daughter, who drinks up every word.

When I was getting close to blowing my load over the junk ladies tonsels I may have gone a little far when I said "Oh, babe, I want you to get up here and ride my cock." Of course I was looking at and talking to Celia, who took a hesitant step forward, not sure what riding a cock was about, but knowing how to 'get up here', but the junk lady thought I was talking to her and she lifted her jagged teeth away from my hard rod, probably figuring there was another 50 bucks in it for her.

My terror at the thought of the junk lady's shuddering, shimmying bulk thrusting her flab-shrouded hole over my cock would have stolen my erection, were it not for that hesitant step by the daughter. That pushed me past the point of no return. I could feel the old-ejaculatory gathering, I only had a moment. I jumped up from the couch and stepped one foot up on the edge of the coffee table. Gripping my cock with one hand and and fistful of the hair at the back of the junk lady's head in the other, I half squated, pulling her hair hard down toward the floor, forcing her to lean backwards under me, off balance.

"Eyes closed." I grunted as I pumped my fist around my dick. She snapped her eyes shut tight and her mouth open wide. I aimed for her eyes. The first contraction expelled only juicy precum which landed in her light mustache. The next contraction blasted a hot stream of ropey cum across her ruddy cheek and into her eye. She flinched, but could do nothing as the huge gob settled along her eyelid.

Celia stood quietly watching intently as I jizzed on mommy's face. I fired 2 good solid shots onto her ugly mug and another one onto her waiting tongue. Before I was done, I told her "Don't move, I'll get you a towel," then I dropped her and my cock as I stepped over her. I stood in front of Celia with my cock hanging there a few inches above her eye level, twitching and jerking, squeezing out the last few strings of cum, which dangled from the end, dancing wildy with each twitch.

I wanted to poke the head into her open mouth to see if she'd copy mommy, but I figured I'd pushed my luck far enough. Instead I just patted the top of her golden head and told her "Almost time to go, honey, mommy just needs to clean up a bit first."

I sat across the living room while the junk lady toweled my cum off her face. She had been forced to lie there on the floor with her eyes tightly closed while I rummaged up a towel for her. I didn't make her wait too much longer than it took me to get the towel.

While I waited I pulled out a well-worn twenty and gave it to Celia. "Would you take this to your mommy please?" I asked her. She was happy to give the whore her money.

I know I'm risking having to stick my cock in the junk lady, but as she sat in the truck ready to haul my load away, I told her that if she's interested I'd have (glancing at the daughter) another load ready (back to mom) in a few days.

I'll have to see what I can do to make it easy for her to think it's her idea.

I yearn for . . . no, I CRAVE the experiences that were had in times long past. Experiences and encounters in locations and venues that were almost always dark, often dingy and always redolent with the smell of sweat, sperm and sleaze . . . with some even having the intoxicating overtone of stale piss.
Those venues might be public toilets – often in parks and always late in the night – or bookshop backrooms – especially those with labyrinthine corridors made built from ply, painted black and featuring small booth-like rooms with vinyl mattresses on the floor or rough-hewn holes carved in walls at the height that a cock may be inserted. Dark warrens lit only by red light so weak you could hardly make out the bodies lurking ominously around the corners, waiting . . . waiting . . . waiting for you to walk past very slowly. No words were spoken. No permission sought. Fluids exchanged. When you’d slaked your thirst, you’d leave . . . and, by the time you got to your car – often parked a few blocks away, lest somebody recognise it and tie you to this place – you’d already be thinking that you could easily go back in for another encounter . . . or two . . . or three . . .
Or the location might be a grove of trees or dense shrubs in a park, or on a headland where families picnicked in the day as they admired the view and dreamed that one day they might have their house in such a place . . . indeed YOU might visit this same place the next day with your family and have in the front of your mind other, more prurient thought than your cousins, brothers, sisters . . . yes, and even wives . . . who lay on grass where you know sperm was spilled just the night before. “Come!” you say, beckoning them. “Come with me, let me show you something!” and you entice them through the well-trod tracks to the wind-swept cliff where, not 12 hours before, you emptied your guts into a stranger’s bowels.
And still at other times, the venue might be a sad, old cinema long past its prime, showing a never-ending stream of grainy 8mm porn. The cracked and torn leather of the seats sticking to your bare arse as you thrust your oh-so-very-strong erection upward toward the beckoning hand of the stranger alongside whom you have sat. His jeans rolled up around his ankles – just as yours are. His cock beckoning in the gloom as the gritty and grainy porn flickers on the screen. Both of you sit side-by-side, eyes affixed to the screen, but yet darting the left or right to catch a glimpse of his cock and marvel how it gleams and you wonder how it might taste . . . you reach toward it, his hips thrust upward giving you permission (not that you doubted it would be given) as he sucks in his breath when your fingers enclose the silken, soft skin around the bone-hard shaft that twitches and throbs under the touch of your hand. The skin feels softer, silkier, smoother than yours and you reflect on why it always does. You wonder if yours feel softer, silkier and smoother to all of those who have reached out as you are . . . but soon such thoughts are driven away as other, more compelling and irresistible thoughts erupt behind your eyes and you find yourself leaning over and wondering if (perhaps even hoping that) he will vomit his cock-snot into your mouth.
The best part of this rundown old cinema is the toilet. You head toward the green sign beside the screen, through a concrete-rendered tunnel for a few metres and into a room with a concrete piss-trough and a cubicle or two. There are no doors – at least not any more. There is no ventilation and the stench is overpowering, but you came here for this . . . you crave it . . . you live for it. In the piss-trough are countless fag-ends soaked with the rank, stale piss of dozens of others like you. There is a chain on the old concrete cistern that could flush, but you doubt that chain has been pulled for weeks – or even months. There is a very sad old faggot lying in the trough scooping the butts over his cock and into his mouth. He is, of course, naked and his floppy old cock no longer able to get hard. The skirt he wore lies beneath him but he still has his red stilettos on and he whimpers and begs you to use him as a toilet. You oblige, of course. Why wouldn’t you? And, as you relieve yourself into his pathetic, simpering, ugly face you wonder how long it is going to take until it is you that begs and pleads for exactly what this disgusting old faggot is begging for.
Why are all such places now closed? What has changed that makes them no longer viable businesses? I have tried, over the years, to encourage similar events in my home (post-divorce, sadly), but the atmosphere, the spontaneity, the rank, foul sleaze just cannot be recreated in a garage . . . and anyway, the amount of time spent advertising it, answering stupid questions of people who have no right to ask and sheer effort of preparing the space are simply not warranted for the one or two who do actually arrive.
And so now I yearn . . . no, I CRAVE the experiences I had back then and know that, if I could, I WOULD be that sad old faggot lying in the stench of the cold concrete piss-trough whimpering and simpering for all to use me as little more than what I have become.
“Take your photos!” I would implore. “Piss, Spit, Snot into my open mouth!” I would entreat. “Blow your cock snot deep into my faggot arse!” I would beseech. “No load refused . . . I don’t care!” I would growl in deep, guttural tones that echo the true state of my mind.

I love giving men footjobs. I love to oil up his bone-hard, naked cock and watch it leak precum out of a gorgeous mushroom-shaped head. I love the feel of that hard cock on the soles of my bare feet. I love it as he twitches from pleasure. I love it as he orgasms and shoots hot sticky cum all over my feet and toes. Or, if I am on my back holding my soles together as he fucks the space in the arches between them, I totally love watching streams of cum shoot out the end of his cock on my stomach, chest, and sometimes face. I love guys with foot fetishes since it gives me yet another way to please them.

I need this play as clip so badly or someone can roleplay with me this story. Anyone?

Play: The Knife-to-the-Heart execution
Alternating Perspectives: Me and Her
Scene 0: Conversation in the Cell Before Execution
A small cell is illuminated by the cold, flickering white neon light on the ceiling. The chilly concrete walls are covered with scratches from previous prisoners. She sits on an old wooden bench with tattered edges, her thin, worn green prisoner’s uniform clinging to her body, damp with sweat. I stand in front of the iron door, my fists clenched so tightly my knuckles turn white, my eyes filled with pain and longing I try to hide.

Me:
(In my mind)
I look at her. Her fragile frame brims with life. I lean down slowly, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat echoes "thump-thump... thump-thump..." clearly in the silence, steady yet tense at around 90 beats per minute. It’s so strong, the contractions firm as if it could keep beating for years. I want to tell her she shouldn’t have to end like this, but the truth is too cruel.
(Speaking aloud, voice trembling)
"In a few minutes, they’ll take you away. I want to spend as much time with you as I can, but I have to tell you what’s about to happen first. Your heartbeat... it’s so strong, you know? The contractions are firm and steady. It could beat for so much longer..."

Her:
(In her mind)
I sit on the cold, old wooden bench. My heart beats "thump-thump... thump-thump..." in my chest as you lean closer. I feel your warm breath against my skin, warming me amidst the fear. But I know... the heart you call strong is about to stop soon.
(Speaking aloud, voice shaky)
"It’s really time, isn’t it? Tell me. I want to know... I want to hear it from you. Even if my heart is strong... it won’t last much longer. Soon it’ll stop, and I’ll finally rest."
I take a deep breath, placing a small wooden box containing clothes and a white cloth on the bench beside her. My hands tremble slightly as I pick up a white undergarment, my fingers brushing the fabric lightly.

Me:
(In my mind)
I don’t want to say it at all, but I have to. I want her to have some control before it all ends.
(Speaking aloud)
"The execution method... They told me to explain it to you and let you choose. There are two options. The first is an injection. You’ll lie on a bed, I’ll inject the lethal injection into your veins, and you’ll fall asleep quietly, without pain. Your body will gradually shut down, like a nightmare ending. The second is strangulation with a cloth... It’s slower. You’ll feel it, feel me, until the very last moment. As for clothes... you need to change out of this prisoner’s uniform. I have a simple white undergarment, soft and thin, or a thin black robe that covers more of your body. I want you to choose... at least so you feel you have something in your hands before it’s all over."

Her:
(In her mind)
I stare at the box with empty eyes. My heart beats "thump-thump..." a little slower as I think. The injection would let me go quietly, but I don’t want to leave you without feeling anything. I want to stay with you longer, even if it hurts. I want to feel you.
(Speaking aloud, taking a deep breath)
"If it’s the injection, I won’t feel anything, right? It’ll be quick... but I won’t really get to say goodbye to you. But with the cloth... I’ll stay with you longer... I’ll feel you until the last second, won’t I?"

Me:
(In my mind)
Her question pierces my heart. I nod, tears welling up. She’s accepted her death, but I can’t come to terms with it.
(Speaking aloud)
"Yes... If it’s the cloth, you’ll stay conscious for a while. I’ll be with you every second. I’ll make you feel me... even though it has to end."

Her:
(In her mind)
I give a faint smile, tears streaming down my cheeks. I’ve decided. I want to feel you, even if it’s the last time.
(Speaking aloud)
"Then I choose the cloth strangulation... I want to feel you until the very end. I don’t want to leave without feeling anything. As for the clothes... I’ll take the white undergarment. I want it to be simple... and if you have to see me for the last time, I want it to be like this—plain, but me."

Me:
(In my mind)
My tears drip onto the floor. She’s made her choice... I take the white undergarment from the box, my hands brushing the fabric lightly. I long to stop time right here.
(Speaking aloud, voice trembling)
"Are you sure? It won’t be easy—for you or for me. But I’ll make it as gentle as I can. I’ll be with you... and I’ll make you happy before it all ends."

Her:
(In her mind)
I gently take your hand. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." faster, reaching 100 beats per minute. The warmth from your palm seeps into me. I want to hug you tightly, but I know we have to move forward.
(Speaking aloud)
"Thank you for letting me choose. I trust you. Do it for me, please. I want it to be you... not anyone else."

I help her change, my hands touching her skin tenderly. I slowly remove her old prisoner’s uniform and slip the white undergarment onto her. My fingers tremble as I adjust the edges.
Scene 1: Leading to the Execution and the Start of Pleasure
Me:
(In my mind)
I hold her hand gently, leading her from the cell to the execution chamber. My hand wraps around her wrist as if afraid she’ll vanish. The narrow hallway is frigid, our footsteps echoing in the silence. The execution room is dim, lit only by a faint overhead lamp casting light onto an old wooden chair. I guide her to sit slowly. Her white undergarment bears faint sweat stains. I lean down, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat rings out "thump-thump... thump-thump..." clearly, strong and steady at about 100 beats per minute. It’s still so alive... if only it weren’t today.
(Speaking aloud)
"I don’t want you to go... but if you must, I’ll make you happy until the last moment. I’ll do it as gently as I can."

Her:
(In my mind)
I feel your hand around my wrist, warm and steady amidst the cold. My heart beats "thump-thump... thump-thump..." at around 100 beats per minute. Fear creeps in, but having you beside me calms me somewhat. You sit me down, the cold wood against my skin. I feel your breath on my chest again, my heart pounding louder in my chest.
(Speaking aloud, breathing quickly)
"You... I’m scared... but I want to feel you. Do it... I’m ready."
I pick up a long white cloth from the table beside us, draping it around her neck lightly. My fingers brush the skin at the nape of her neck slowly.

Me:
(In my mind)
I loop the cloth around her neck. Her heart speeds up to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, rapid and forceful. I gently pull her undergarment halfway down, exposing her trembling skin under the dim light. She moans "Ah..." as my fingers touch her sensitive spot. Her heartbeat rings clear in my ear.
(Speaking aloud)
"Do you feel good... I want you to feel me. I’ll make you happy."

Her:
(In her mind)
I feel the cloth around my neck, but your gentleness keeps me from being afraid. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute. You pull my undergarment down, my skin quivering in the cold air. I moan "Ah..." as you touch me. You enter in me gently, and my heart surges to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 140 beats per minute. Pleasure floods my body, washing away the fear.
(Speaking aloud)
"I feel you... Ah... It’s good..."
Scene 2: Heightened Pleasure with Strangulation

Me:
(In my mind)
I gradually quicken my movements, every touch filled with longing. I tighten the cloth slightly, my hands trembling. I lean down, pressing my ear to her chest. Her heartbeat pounds "thump-thump-thump-thump..." fast and heavy at 160 beats per minute, barely pausing. She moans "Ah... You!" Her body trembles and tenses. She reaches climax with an "Ah!" I feel the heat peak, and I release inside her. My warmth flows into her. Her heart still beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 150 beats per minute.
(Speaking aloud)
"Are you happy... I want you to feel me to the fullest. I long for you so much..."

Her:
(In her mind)
You quicken your pace, and I feel your love in every movement. My heart beats "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 160 beats per minute, loud enough to burst. I moan "Ah... You!" Pleasure surges to its peak, and I climax with an "Ah!" Then I feel your heat—your warmth flowing into me. My heart slows to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 150 beats per minute, still brimming with life.
(Speaking aloud, struggling to breathe)
"I feel your love flowing into me... Ah... It’s warm and full of you. Today’s my fertile day... I’d surely conceive from this, I can feel it from what you’ve given me. But... it’s a shame I won’t get to see it..."
I tighten the cloth a bit more, my hand brushing her shoulder gently. Her heart slows to "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 130 beats per minute.
Scene 3: Farewell Amidst Pleasure

Her:
(In her mind)
You slow your movements, but I still feel your warmth. My heart beats "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 110 beats per minute. It’s slowing but still trying to keep going. I look at you, tears welling up, my vision starting to blur.
(Speaking aloud, whispering with difficulty)
"If I didn’t have to die, I’d surely be pregnant from this... But... there’s no chance now..."

Me:
(In my mind)
I slow down. Her heart beats "thump... thump... thump... thump..." at 110 beats per minute, the rhythm slowing but determined. My tears fall. She speaks of a child we’ll never see. I long to stop everything. I place my left hand on her left chest, fingers brushing her warm, sweat-damp skin. I press lightly to find the spot where her heart beats strongest. Beneath my palm, I feel the firm contraction "thump... thump..." so clear. I pick up a short knife from the table beside us, gripping the handle tightly with my right hand. The sharp tip glints in the dim light. I position it at that spot, just below her third rib on the left, barely touching her skin, not pressing yet. Her heart still beats "thump... thump..." with resolve.
(Speaking aloud, whispering)
"If it were real, I’d love it as much as I love you. I long for the life we could’ve had together. But now... I’m sorry it has to end like this. Do you feel the knife... I’ll set you free. I promise."

Her:
(In her mind)
I give a faint smile, tears rolling down my cheeks. I feel your love in those words. My heart beats "thump... thump..." at 90 beats per minute. It’s tired, but I still want to tell you. I feel the cold tip of the knife against my skin. Fear flashes through me, but I’m glad... you’ll free me from this torment. My heart slows but keeps fighting.
(Speaking aloud)
"I love you... Find the truth for me... Remember me... I feel it now. You’ll set me free, won’t you..."

Me:
(In my mind)
I lean down and kiss her forehead. Her heart beats "thump... thump..." at 90 beats per minute, the rhythm weakening. I want her to know I’ll never forget her. The knife’s tip remains poised, my hand trembling slightly, but I’m resolute.
(Speaking aloud)
"I love you... I’ll find the truth. You’ll always be in my heart. I’ll never forget you. I’ll give you one last moment of happiness, then set you free."
Scene 4: Ultimate Pleasure Before Departure

Me:
(In my mind)
I quicken my movements again to give her maximum pleasure. My left hand presses against her chest, the knife’s tip steady at the same spot below her third rib on the left. Her heart surges momentarily to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, contracting powerfully as if unleashing its final burst of energy. She moans "Ah... You!" Her body tenses, her arms wrapping around my neck, gripping me tightly until I feel the pressure of her fingers digging into my skin. Pleasure overwhelms her, almost spilling over. At the peak of her final climax, I release the cloth from her neck instantly, letting her breathe deeply. I thrust the knife down with full strength. The blade slices through her skin and muscle, plunging deep into her chest, piercing her heart directly between its two chambers. Bright red blood spurts out immediately, streaming over her white undergarment and staining my hands. I feel the resistance of her beating heart as the knife cuts through—it still contracts "thump-thump..." at 100 beats per minute, fueled by excitement and pleasure. Her heart fights the wound, blood seeping out with every beat. I feel her intense response, her body trembling. Her heart slows to "thump... thump..." at 80 beats per minute, the contractions heavy and sluggish. Her grip begins to loosen, her fingers easing from my skin. The sound becomes "thump...... thump..." at 60 beats per minute, the rhythm faltering. Her consciousness fades, but she smiles broadly as if in a pleasant dream. Her heart drops to "thump......... thump......" at 40 beats per minute, the contractions visibly weakening. Her arms fall from my neck, resting on my shoulders as if reluctant to let go. I quicken my pace to climax with her. Her heart beats faintly "thump......" one last time, a heavy, prolonged contraction as if fighting its final battle but succumbing. I release inside her again, my warmth mingling with the blood flowing out. Her body clenches tightly around me in a fierce, involuntary reaction despite her unconsciousness. Her heart stops completely at 0 beats per minute.
(Speaking aloud, breathing heavily)

"Your final 'thump' was full of happiness and effort. I felt that strong, weary contraction. Your heart fought until the end. I’ve set you free... and I felt you fully in this moment."

Her:
(In her mind)
You quicken your pace, and my heart surges to "thump-thump-thump-thump..." at 120 beats per minute, contracting powerfully as if releasing its last energy. I moan "Ah... You!" My body tenses, my arms wrapping around your neck, fingers digging into your skin as pleasure overwhelms me. You release the cloth, and I breathe deeply, savoring the thrill. Then I feel the knife plunge in—a sudden pain mixed with fear, but I’m glad... you’re freeing me. Warm blood flows from my chest. My heart beats "thump-thump..." at 100 beats per minute, struggling against the wound, still alive with happiness and excitement. It slows to "thump... thump..." at 80 beats per minute, heavy and slow. My grip weakens, fingers relaxing. The sound fades to "thump...... thump..." at 60 beats per minute, the rhythm breaking. My consciousness blurs, but I smile widely. My heart drops to "thump......... thump......" at 40 beats per minute, beating so faintly it’s nearly gone. My arms fall, and you quicken again. I feel your heat as you release inside me. My heart gives one last "thump......" a firm, lingering contraction as if leaving everything behind. I lose consciousness, but my body clenches around you fiercely. My spirit senses this happiness even as my heart stops.
(Speaking aloud, whispering with difficulty)
"I felt the knife... and the happiness... Thank you for setting me free..."
Scene 5: Departure and Beyond-Life Reaction

Me:
(In my mind)
Her heart is silent. I pull the knife out, blood trickling from the wound in her chest in thin streams. I move inside her slowly, her body twitching faintly from nerve reflexes. Her muscles clench around me in a beyond-life reaction. Her warmth fades gradually. I withdraw, setting the knife aside. Tears stream down my face as I lean down to embrace her body. I place my hand on her left chest again—the wound still oozes blood. I press lightly, searching for a heartbeat, but there’s nothing... no "thump-thump" anymore. I press my ear to her chest, the silence tearing at my heart. I stroke her arm, hoping for a breath. I check her wrist for a pulse, but there’s no sign of life. Her body is utterly still. I long for her to come back.
(Speaking aloud, whispering through tears)
"You... Your heart’s stopped. That final 'thump' still echoes in my ears. It was strong and full of life before I set you free. Your body held me for a moment, muscles clenching around me, then slowly relaxing... Your warmth is fading. I know you’re gone, but I hoped you’d still be here. Time of death: 18:45... I checked everything—no signs of life. I long for you so much it breaks me... I’ll never forget you, not for a second."

Her:
(In her mind)
I feel lighter and lighter. My body twitches faintly. I sense you still inside me briefly, your warmth lingering as I grow cold. My spirit drifts from my body. I look down and see you holding me, your face buried in my chest, tears flowing endlessly. I watch you check my body—pressing my chest, stroking my arm, feeling my wrist. You hope I’m still alive. I want to tell you I’m okay now. I float closer, trying to touch your shoulder, but I have no form. I say, "You... You did your best. I was truly happy. You freed me from torment. I felt love and joy until the last moment. My body responded to you even after I left. I’m not in pain or afraid anymore. I’ll always be in your heart. Don’t blame yourself..." But you can’t hear me. A light pulls me away. I smile at you one last time, whispering, "Thank you... and goodbye..." Then I’m gone.

This happened a few years ago, and I would love for any part of it to happen again. I guess you could say this is sort of a missed connection... I was chatting on yahoo when it was still cool to do so, I had been PMing with this woman off and on all day. She was from Lacey which wasn't too far for me to drive in the event we were to meet up. We had been chatting about mostly bullshit when out of the blue she asked if she could share a secret fantasy with me, and I'm like "Hell ya!" (It was about time too, I already had about 6 hours of Net-equity into her by then!) She said she was always really scared to mention it in the early stages of flirting for fear of scaring people away. I told her she had nothing to fear with me, that I was unshockable (which still holds true today). Slowly, I could see her try to type something, then change her mind, until finally she types the following, and I'm not making this up: "I have a secret thing for my twin sister..." I was not expecting THAT, to say the least, "she has been talking to you about half the time ;) " ah, that explained why some of our chats seemed a little out of sync. "She is fingering herself right now. She wants to fuck. She is such a whore! That's probably what I love about her lol" I was on the edge of my seat, cock in hand quick as lightning! This was quickly shaping up to be some serious cybering action! I'd talked to some pretty nasty girls but nothing like this! "We were wondering if you could help us with that ;) " I tried to type something one handed but before I could even finish my entry she types "can you cum over?"

I was doing 80 down I-5 from Tacoma, it was almost 11 pm by then, fortunately the usual pack of Staters that cruise that area were busy that night because I made it to the address in just under 20 minutes! At first I thought I was being duped, because the house I pulled up to was all dark like everyone was alseep or gone (it wouldn't have been the first time I'd had it happen) but as I pulled into the drive way to turn around and leave, the light above the garage came on. Then the side light next the door came on and the front door opened. A girl poked her head out and squinted at me in the light, she had strawberry blonde hair that was super curly, she looked like the photo on the profile she shared online except her hair was longer and a little fucked up. She had a huge grin and she was motioning me to get out my car. "Oh my God you came!" She said, she might have been a little drunk. I'm like, "I said I'd be here, I wouldn't miss this for the world!" I sounded cool, but I was nervous as hell! As I got close enough she reached out and grabbed my hand and dragged me inside as she said, "He's here! I told you he was cool! " she looked at me and said, "She is the shy one, I'm so glad you came, if I left it up to her you'd have never made it here!" I was mesmerized, as she led me thru the house, into the kitchen, it was dark throughout the house, except the tell tale blue glare of a computer monitor coming from around the corner from the dining room. As we walked past the fridge she said, "Beer?" She reached in grabbed two long necks and handed one back to me before I could even say anything. Then she led me around the corner and my eyes bulged when I saw her identical twin sister lounging in a big arm chair next to a computer, robe open and her hand doing circles over her redhaired pussy! "Oh thank God, you actually look like your picture! Mmmm you are just in...time...to... see me.....CUUUUMMM!" and did she ever! I could hear her wetness sloshing from 10 feet across the room! The whole room smelled of beer and sex. The sister who led me in grabbed my swelling crotch and said, "Isn't she fucking hot? Mmm looks like you enjoy what you see! " she gave me a squeeze thru my jeans. They were both already worked up, I didn't bother with small talk, I just started to undress, Emily, the one who I thought I'd been talking to all day, got up from the chair letting the robe drop as she stood up, her twin Ashley was already unbuckling my belt. Emily stepped up to me and stuck her cum soaked fingers into Ashley's mouth! My cock practically ripped out of my jeans before the sisters could get them off and down to my ankles. "Mmm Ash, he is nice and hard already. Are you liking this baby? " she asked me as she leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. As her lips touched mine, her sister's lips touched the head of my cock, I almost blew my wad right that second! They both giggled in unison and twirled away from me.

Ashley stepped over to her twin and Emily removed her robe and let it fall to the floor. I continued to remove the rest of my clothes as I watched them together. It was the hottest thing I've ever seen to this day, I have to admit. They were beautiful women, mid-thirties, in good shape, just the right amount of curves in the hips, and nice full breasts with light colored areola and bright pink erect nipples. They were watching me as their hands roamed over each others bodies. I stood transfixed, you could have hung a 50 ft garden hose from my iron hard cock that was sticking straight out. It was soooo wrong on one level because they were sisters, incest never occurred to me before as spank-fuel, but seeing it happening with them getting off in front me that night, it was sooooo right! I could tell it was turning them on even more to put on show for someone, they were breathing hard as they came over to me again. They wrapped their arms around me and each other and kissed right in front of me. They took turns kissing me then each other, tongues going in and out of their mouths. Emily eased down and started to suck her sister's heavy breast, squeezing it with her fingers and taking long pulls off her nipple. I saw in the half light that Ashley actually squirted milk! Emily greedily sucked it down, then buried her face in between those awesome tits. Ashley was moaning as her sister triggered a milk let down, it was all Emily could do to catch it all. I could hear a squishy sloshing sound and in between kisses from Ashley looked down to see Emily using her other hand to rub her sister's puffy pussy lips in jerky circles, Ashley was literally dripping on the floor down her legs! I was throbbing like crazy by that time; it was the hottest thing I've even been part of in my whole existence!! "Ash, I don't think he's going to last much longer, what do you want to do? " asked Emily. Ashley looked at my cock and at her sister, then back at me. "Get the cream, I want to feel him inside us!" Was all she said in a breathy voice. Emily disappeared into the dark for an instant then came up behind me. "Take a deep breath, I'm going to put some of this on you. ." And before I could even ask what it was, I felt her hand side down my cock! I had to take a few deep breaths, my dick was on fire! Her hand was covered in some sort of ointment designed to forestall ejaculation which caused me to think my dick was going burst into flames for a few seconds; but then gradually... it started to cool down and then tingle. I was still hard, but now I didn't feel like a stray breeze could make me explode! The girls led me by the hand thru the house down a hallway and into a bedroom. They pushed me down onto the bed then climbed onto it together and got right to it. Ashley climbed up and positioned herself over my fully erect cock, while her sister used her fingers to part the puffy labia and guide the head of my cock in. Ashley was already so wet she just slid down in one easy motion with a groan of satisfaction. Then Emily gently straddled my face and gave me her streaming juicy peach to eat. I was in heaven! I had one twin grinding on my cock, and the other grinding on my face! Both were moaning loudly as they moved in sync with each other. I couldn't see, but I could hear the sound of them kissing eachother as they rode my body like a carnival ride together. Thank God for the cream, I could feel Ashley on me, I could feel her hot insides, her juicy wetness sliding up and down on me, but I was able to hold off. Meanwhile Emily was practically drowning me in her sweet and salty sauce. Then after a good amount of time Emily said,"Mmm baby, switch...it's my turn...Switch!"I could feel Ashley reluctantly release my rod as she switched places with her sister.  I immediately noticed that they were different, both in terms of how they felt and tasted! Emily was tighter or more skilled with her inner muscles because it felt like she was milking me with her pussy, and Ashley tasted tangy instead if sweet, still delicious, but definitely different!  Both girls picked up their pace. Emily was leaning forward and sucking her sisters swaying boobs, rotating her pelvis on me, and despite the cream I was beginning to build up to a huge climax. Ashley must have sensed something somehow because she let out a shriek and let the dam burst on my face, I thought she peeing on me it was so much! I lapped it up like I had just crawled out of the desert! Just then Emily burst forth on top my cock, I could feel her fluids run down and pool beneath us. Her pussy clenched like a vice around my shaft and I couldn't help myself, I screamed up into Ashley's still drippng pussy as my cock erupted like a geyser inside her sister! I have never cum so hard in my life before or since then!! I remember thinking while my cock was blasting forceful jet after forceful jet of hot cum that it felt like it lasted an hour, but it was probably more like 30 seconds. Emily fell to the side as I slid out if her, her sister then surprised me by leaning down and slurping our combined juices off of my still quivering twitching cock. "Mmmm oh baby, you taste soooo good" I thought she was talking to me but again to my surprise she leaned to the side and buried her face in her her sisters swollen cum soaked pussy. She was eating her sister out! Either it was the cream, or the situation but my cock never went soft. What happened after is still something of a blur, I can remember bits and pieces. There was lots of beer, more sex, a hot tub, more sex, things got really wet and crazy, and by crazy I mean CRAZY. But that is another story, for another time. Tell me what you think. Did this do anything for you? Do you want more?Want to help me relive this? Do you know Em and Ash? I never learned thier last names (stupid I know!) They would be about 40ish now. Feedback is welcome, so is some NSA as long as you are ddf and can host. Anyway, talk to you soon I hope!

Okay Motherless pervs, here's the story that I had you vote for. Originally it was going to involve Jennifer Lawrence, but I checked it again and Ariana Grande made a comeback for the win. Vote below for who my next story should be about. Feedback is appreciated!

*Ding-ding*
I rolled over and looked at my phone. Someone texting me at one in the morning. 'Fuck it,' I thought 'It can wait til later. I'll be up to work out at 4, I'll deal with it then.
*Ding-ding*
*Ding-ding*
*Ding-ding*
Finally I opened my phone to see who wasn't giving up. It was my cousin, Ariana Grande. Normally she only texts me when she is in town and needs me to back her security up on getting guys to leave her alone. We were close once, but the fame pulled her away.
I pulled up my texts, and the first thing I see is her tan, thong lined ass sent with a message 'So lonely tonight.' Followed by a picture of her in a mirror covering her tiny tits with her hand, accompanied by 'wish you were here, are you thinking about me tonight?'
I considered ignoring it and letting her know she messed up in the morning until, *Ding-ding, Ding-ding* A picture of her sitting on her bed, covering her tits with her arms and covering her pussy wit a small beenie baby adding 'let me see yours if you want this.'
I got up needing to release my bladder. I stopped in front of my mirror, and decided to see what my cousin's reaction would be when she realized she fucked up. I massaged my dick till my dick until it was hard enough for a picture. I snapped a picture in the mirror and sent it to her adding 'Is this what you're wanting sexy?'
I laid back down as she took an extended minute to answer. She was probably expecting one of her black fuck toys. `OMFG WHO DIS!?' she sent back. 'Ryan, your cousin.' I answered. 'Delete those pictures NOW!' she demanded. 'why I forgot how cute you are.' I teased back. she paused for a few seconds. 'you're not that bad either, but you still need to get rid of them.' 'how bout you come over and delete them for me?' i rebutted. 'fine be there in 15.' she answered.
almost to the second I hear a knock on the door. I slipped my boxers back on and answered the door. She stood there with her hair down, her form simply being shrouded in a black silk dress that barely covered what needed to be covered. Her nipples showed clearly underneath. She stepped in with me and followed me to my bedroom telling me how bad I was for not saying something earlier. I told her how bad she was for taking pictures like that and sending them out. She deleted them off my phone and handed it back to me as I simply asked if I should tell mom and nona about what she does for her guys. She looked at me half scared. 'You wouldn't.'
'Then stay and hang out a while' I answered. I sat on the bed and she slowly sat next to me. 'So who were they supposed to be for?' I inquired.
She fidgeted with her hands before looking towards me. 'Big Sean, sometimes when I'm alone I like to think about when I was with him. He was the first man to make me cum.'
I slipped my hand in between hers as she leaned in to me. Her small frame felt even smaller next to me. I closed my eyes as her gentle scent slowly intoxicated me. She leaned up and gently pressed her lips against mine.
She quickly pulled away and looked away. 'I shouldn't have done that. You're my cousin and it's wrong.' she said not wanting to move away despite her change in attitude.
I kissed her neck softly, wrapping a hand around her waist. She bit her lip as she turned back towards me. I kissed her again then whispered 'How can it be wrong if it feels right?'
She slid her hand along my clearly hardening shaft. She pulled my had dick out and stoked it, only able to fit her hand around about 3/4 of it. I felt her shift and begin to slide to the floor in front of me. She dropped by boxers to the floor, kissing the tip of my cock, then slowly down the shaft. I closed my eyes as she sucked on each ball individually, strongly fighting the urge to blow my load right there. She continued to stock my dick as she kissed my taint, and flicked her tongue against my ass hole. My dick jumped and twitched in pleasure.
I knew this was clearly not the first time doing this, as she drug her tongue back up my shaft, then covered the head of my dick with her lush red lips. Her dark eyes looked up at me as I slid the straps of her dress off her shoulders. Her head slid back and forth as her dress fell to her waist, exposing her perfectly tanned breasts, and hard yet tiny dark nipples. I reached down and gave the nipples a pinch as she opened her mouth a little wider, taking all 11" of me into her mouth and throat. She gagged a little as she pulled away and kept stoking me, sucking on the tip.
I touched her arms gently having her stand in front of me. She stood barely taller than me while I was sitting. I kissed her neck a couple times before giving her collar bone a kiss. My lips made the way down her chest and my lips soon covered her left nipple. My tongue flicked against it as I gently sucked on it. I soon did the same to her right one, as my hand traced its way down her tight stomach and stopped as i touched her bald, wet slit. Her knees bucked as my fingers began tracing her slit. I stood, keeping my fingers going, as I eased her back onto the bed. I dropped to my knees as her knees opened. I kissed her slowly growing clit as I slid a couple fingers into her. She audibly gasped as the fist knuckles entered her. My hand twisted as my tongue shifted and began pushing into her tight rosebud of an ass. My tongue races against her hole as my fingers finally fully enter her.
Her breathing became more excited and sharp as she raced towards climax. I stopped just short of allowing her to peak. As I stood she looked at me wanting me to finish her off. I slid her up the bed, laying her gently laid her on the pillows. She bit her lip as I eased my way up and released a audible gasp as I pushed the head of my cock into her. her pussy was tighter than even I could imagine, for how many guys she had been with.
She reached up and wrapped her arms around my neck and gazed deeply into my eyes as I gripped her tiny waist, slowly working deeper into her. She pulled herself up, kissing my lips, before biting down onto my chest, muffling her growing moans and cries. Her legs wrapped around my waist pulling me in deeper. 'Don't stop please don't stop.' she cried to me. I smiled evilly as I pulled away from her, leaving her just short of her climax.
Without saying a word in response to her look of confusion, I rolled her over and lifter her perfect tight ass in the air. I gave each cheek a kiss as my fingers traced her ass hole. I knelt behind her and pushed my way back into her pussy, giving her ass a good squeeze as I pushed back and forth from behind. She threw her head back and bucked back onto me as I reached up and took a handful of her dark hair. I was quickly loosing the ability to hold myself back, much less keep her from her climax too. I pulled out and put her back onto her back, as my tongue and fingers brought her to her peak. She slammed her eyes shut as every muscle in her body tensed up pushing a full stream of spraying cum down the bed and off onto the floor.
As she relaxed back out she found my dick with her hand and began stroking it again. I helped her sit back up and stood next to her. She wrapped her lips back around my glistening tip, and flicked her tongue against it. A gentle squeeze of my balls became enough to cause me to erupt into her mouth. I laid next to her as she rolled towards me, first showing me that she swallowed every drop of what i gave her before I wrapped us in the blankets, holding her body close to mine.

Forbidden Desires (4)
There I was in the bathroom with my aunt. She pins me up against the closed door and we kiss again, she runs her hand down my cheek and says. “We’ll do some coke them you can cum on Mommy’s leggings.” I knew she could feel my uncontrollable, raging erection. She put the toilet seat down and places her handbag on it. She lights a cigarette. I break free from the shame and embrace the moment. “Could you dangle it, please, while you’re…” She turns with a devilish look. “You like that?” She adds. “Oh God yes. Or double pump. So erotic.” “Mmm, aren’t you the expert.” Sharon adds as she gets closer and sucks on her ciggy. Her cheeks depress like a pro. She takes it out then in again. Rhythmically. In and out, in and out… the tip glowing red-er than lava. A constant, steady stream of smoke soared, flowed from her nose. My heart was racing. She knew I was close, could see it, could feel it. Hard. She starts to gyrate her hips against my crotch. She pops the ciggy into her mouth and tilts her head so I had the right view. Then I could no longer last. I came so hard. I was thrusting on Mommy’s leggings at this stage.

Sharon takes the finished cigarette out of her mouth. We kiss. “How was it?” “Thank you Mommy, that was fan-fucking-tastic.” I blurt. “Good boy, Mommy’s good boy.” She laughs and lights another cigarette. So do I. She opens her handbag and takes out a clear plastic bag of white powder. She spills some out on her box of cigarettes. “Could do smoke the longer ones.” I ask her. “100s.” She replies. “Yes.” I add. “Sure, sweetie.” She begins to chop the coke in 2 long lines. The cigarette in her mouth, with more nose exhales. I get hard again as I watch, anxious and nervous but so turned on. She hands me a crisp 20. “Here, roll this. Tight.” I slowly begin trying to roll the note. I hand it to her. She tightens it a bit more. “Watch what I do, sweetie. Oh, and could you hold Mommy’s hair back.”

My aunt bends and runs the note along the long white line. It flies into her nose. The sound of the snort echoes in the small run. She throws her head back. Pinching and twitching her nose. “Fuck that was so sexy.” I add. She hands me the note. I take it. Looking at the coke then my aunt. “Go on, sweetie, it’ll be our little secret.” Without hesitation I bend and snort my first line of coke. A surge explodes through my body, I drop the note. “Good, now tilt your head back. Pinch your nose and sniff. That’ll put fuel in your rocket” I do. “Mmm, Mommy’s coke whore.” She adds. “Feel the burn, feel the drip.” I light a cigarette and rub my nose. “Now, while we wait for you to refresh. It’s my turn to cum.”

Sharon lights ciggy. “So, tell me how it started and what you did.” She then takes my hand and places down into the leggings. She adds as a big plume of smoke exhales from her coked up nose. “Mommy’s a squirter, so make it rain.” The leggings were tight so they push my fingers deeper into her. I began to work them as I explain how it happened and all the naughty forbidden things I’d done. Sharon suddenly rips open her white blouse, and drags down her lace bra. “Hand me the coke.” She orders. I comply. She sniffs a few bumps off her finger then spills some out onto her beautiful breasts. She buries my head deep as I sniff coke from my aunt’s tits. She grabs my head back and instructs. “When I say so, nibble Mommy’s nipples. Ok sweetie.” I nod. She continues to suck on her ciggy. About a minute late she scrams. “Nowwww!!!!” I nash her nipples. She pushes my head deeper. “Harder.” She adds then cums. Squirts, unleashes a gush of onto my hand and soaking Mommy’s leather leggings. “Keep going” She moans. I gladly indulge.

This goes on for a while. At one point I looked down and saw her cum flowing out the down of the leggings and onto her black heels. Covering her feet with her cum. Then she pushes me away and collapses onto the toilet seat. Panting and drained she could barely speak. She lights a cigarette. She grabs me in close and we kiss. “Oh… you’re Mommy’s good boy.” “I’m all yours Mommy.” “Good boy, we’ll have lots of naughty fun together.” She eventually stands and begins to cut more lines of coke. She quickly snorts 2 then cuts 2 more and snorts them as well. While cutting more lines I drop my pants and place my erect, raging erection up against Mommy’s leather leggings. Snorting more lines, Sharon moans. “Mmm, Mommy’s good boy.” I run my hands up her smooth body. I grab a hold of her breasts for better grip. I push and grind, thrust my cock with such intensity. Sharon does more coke. And knows well what to do. She dangles a cigarette and nose exhales. Harder and faster. “Cum for Mommy”. She repeats. In total crazed frenzy I ejaculate on Mommy’s leather leggings… Adding to the gallons on cum already soaked into the material. Sharon hands me the note. “One in each nostril.” She adds. My forbidden desires realised. I wanted more. More of Mommy and more coke.

We had worked with each other in Afghanistan for six months.

I always thought she was adorable. She was petite, five feet two inches, weighed about 115 pounds, and I estimate that she had C cup breasts. This was apparent when one day, she wore a tight top that hugged her curves. She took off her loose blouse, which usually concealed any hint of a curve. I still wonder if she did it on purpose just to get attention, but regardless the reason, I tried to enjoy the view as inconspicuously as possible.

What really attracted me to her was her cute face, straight jet black hair, infectious smile, and outgoing personality. She could talk to anyone, but since I was her boss, I had to refrain from showing favoritism.

It was tough at times, but I took pride in my job and prioritized my professionalism over paying her special attention. Besides, there were many other people who I could enjoy leisure time with, so it wasn't too difficult to talk to others.

I should mention that we were under General Order 1, which is military term for no alcohol, pornography, or going into the quarters of the opposite sex. We could actually have sex, but if caught and they could nail us for indecent exposure instead of violating General Order 1, they would. Every place, even a private office, was considered public.

The pornography ban drove me crazy. A lot of people had porn on their computers, but I didn't feel it was worth risking demotion for. But I am a guy, and my hormones would get the best of me. So a few times a week, I would wait until I knew my roommate was at work, and go back to my room to masturbate. I would think about various things, mainly the women I had been with. However, I found myself fantasizing more and more about having sex with Ashley.

I would imagine that tight body and big titties mounting my cock. As I looked down, I saw her jet black pubes encompassing all of me. I envisioned her pussy as being tight, but moist and warm, gently massaging my shaft as I pumped in and out of her slowly. It wouldn't take long until I would explode in a spasm of ecstasy.

The more time went on, the more of these fantasies I had. I fantasized about having sex with her in my bed, in a van, and in the office. Little did she know that she was the focus of my fantasies.

But six months came and went, and it was time to return to our home station. I didn't know her before we left for the deployment, but I sure would know her going back.

I had no delusions about where I stood with her, or at least I thought I didn't. She was in her early 20s and I was in my early 40s. I felt as if I still had it in me to hook up with attractive women, but I never thought someone her age would be interested in someone like me, especially with all the younger guys paying her attention.

Due to me transferring stations shortly after returning from deployment, I was staying in a hotel for about 10 days prior to leaving permanently. I returned a few days before she did and found myself wasting no time catching up on porn. I hit up my favorite websites and jerked off at least once a day, sometimes up to three times a day. But I found myself continually fantasizing about Ashley.

She wanted to have dinner with me before I left. We had become friends and I was looking forward to seeing her one last time before I moved on with life. I was surprised though when she called me the day after she arrived.

We were both jet lagged, so she wanted to have lunch instead of dinner. I agreed. Luckily, there was a restaurant within walking distance of my hotel. We agreed on meeting at The Roadhouse.

When I saw her, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had never seen her dressed up in women's clothing and she was stunning. Her slightly wavy hair was down and she had on a mini-skirt with a tight top. I tried hard not to stare, but I took the liberty to have a look.

I was busted and knew it, so I thought I'd just go along. “Wow, never seen you dressed up before. You look really nice.”

“Hey, thanks. I like your style too, you clean up well.”

“Thanks.” I had my look, now it was time to focus on the conversation and her eyes, not her tits. I had too much respect for her to look at her like that.

Although it was early, our bodies felt it was nighttime and I was in desperate need of a nap. We decided to have a beer, then a second, then a third. We laughed lunch away and camped out at a bar table for a few hours. I was a bit tipsy and I could tell that she was also. Before things got out of control, I decided to wrap things up.

I found a pause in the laughter and conversation. “Man, I am getting tired. I may have to call it an afternoon and nap for a bit.”

“Yeah, I'm getting tired too.”

“I got the check.”

“No, I got it.”

“No you don't.” I snatched the check and happily paid.

I was a bit concerned. She didn't live far away, but she didn't seem like she was in any condition to drive. I didn't want to seem like I was hitting on her, but I was concerned for he safety.

“Ashley, you don't seem like you're OK to drive back.”

“I'm fine, I'm just live about a mile away.”

“I know, but you're tired and I can't let you drive home.”

“Dude, I'm fine.”

“I'll tell you what. How about I call you a taxi, and I'll come pick you up tonight to get your car. I would feel a lot better if I did that.”

She thought it over for a second. “Or, I can just nap in your room. You're staying right here, right?”

I swear my heart skipped a beat when she said that. I still felt she was simply being a bit naive, but decided to crack a joke. “Can I trust you to not take advantage of me?”

I couldn't believe what she did next. It literally rushed blood to my dick. She hunched over, looked me dead in the eye, smiled and said, “If you don't want me to fuck you, then you probably should call that taxi.”

I quickly composed myself and kept my cool. I wanted to fuck her like you wouldn't believe. I wanted to feel that pussy, taste that pussy. I wanted them titties unleashed.

I looked her back in the eye. “Well, I guess you're coming back to my room then.”

She smiled and giggled, then said, “What are we waiting for?”

Neither of us said a word to each other as we walked out. As we walked to the hotel, we would look at each other, giggle, and smile. She knew I wanted it, and I knew she wanted it.

My dick was already hard. Good thing I was wearing tight underwear.

We got to the door. I slowly inserted the key and watched the little light go green. I opened the door for her and followed her into my room. I turned on the light as she made her way to the side of the bed. She put her purse on the nightstand and looked at me. She said, “I've wanted to fuck you for so long. I absolutely love older men. Please tell me you have hair on your chest.”

“And what if I don't?”

“Well then, maybe I'll just suck your cock.” She then laughed. I must admit, it was pretty funny.

“Well, it looks like we're both in luck.” I took off my t-shirt and exposed my somewhat hairy chest. She walked up to me, put her hands on my chest, and we locked lips, frantically French kissing each other. We locked tongues, licked lips, bit lips and caressed each other with our bare hands.

As we kissed, I grabbed the bottom of her shirt and began to wiggle it up her torso. As I did so, my hands bumped into those firm tits. It aroused me even more and my cock was aching to get out of my pants.

I took off her shirt and kept kissing her. She took the liberty of taking off her bra, then quickly laid back onto the bed. I watched the beauty of her firm tits move about the entire time. She even had fabulous nipples. They were slightly puffy, pink, and her aureoles were the size of quarters. Her nipples were also hard, and I felt that was my queue.

I started at her belly and kissed my way up. She grabbed the back of my head and began to guide me up. When I got to her tits and took a nipple into my mouth, she let out a huge gasp. I sucked on her tits for a bit, but didn't want to spend too long there since there was much more to enjoy.

I kneeled up on the bed and told her, “I gotta get these pants off. You wanna help?” She sat up and helped me get them off. She had a huge smile on her face as she saw my seven inch dick trying to break out of my underwear.

“I like what I see here.” She said as she started caressing my dick through my boxer shorts. I couldn't help but spot my boxers with old-cum. She used her index finger to caress the tip of my dick, right where the old-cum was. She then looked at me and stuck her finger in her mouth.

I almost blew my load when she spoke. “I like the taste of your cum. You mind if I take you into my mouth?”

“Hell no, go ahead.”

She nearly ripped off my boxers, threw me back on the bed, and placed her head right above my dick. She grabbed it and started licking the sides, working her way up and down my shaft. She then took the head of my dick into her mouth. My dick is pretty thick and I wasn't sure if it would fit in her small mouth, but apparently it wasn't as small as I thought. She started to suck away. I felt the tenderness of her cheeks and tongue, working my dick as it darted in and out of her mouth. She then arched her back and thrusted her lips deep towards the base of my dick, taking me all in. I don't think I had ever been deep-throated, but she just did it. I could not believe how good it felt being down her throat.

She slightly gagged, but pumped her head a couple of more times. She then pulled my cock out of her mouth. I looked down and admired my dick being wet with her saliva, and the stream of spit hanging on between my cock and her lips.

She takes a breath, smiles and says, “Nice dick. Made me gag a bit.” She then took me back into her mouth and started to suck again while using her hand to simultaneously jerk off the base of my cock.

She went on for a couple of minutes, driving me to the point of orgasm. I managed to squeeze the words out as I my entire body was clenched up. “I'm about to cum.”

She stopped for a moment. “You need me to stop?”

“No.” I said. “Keep going, I can go for round 2.”

She smiled widely as she looked up at my face. “That's what I like to hear.”

She then started sucking again. About a minute later, I grabbed her head and said, “Here it goes.”

She started sucking and stroking faster and harder. My entire body locked up and I began to spasm a bit. The muscles in my dick were clenched as hard as can be, enjoying every moment of ecstasy that came my way. A few seconds later, I started cumming in her mouth. I felt myself shoot a few loads, but she kept going. I looked down and saw that some of my cum was dripping out the sides of her mouth and onto her hand that was gripping the base of my penis. She just kept going until it was so intense, I told her to stop.

She stopped as I wished, but looked up at me as I saw her gulp down what I believed to be my semen. She smiled and giggled, then started lapping up the rest of my cum with her tongue. She swallowed it once again, then said, “Mmmm, you taste good.”

My body was still tingling from the orgasm. I laid there, still, as she got up and went to the bathroom. When she came out, she had taken off her pants. She was wearing nothing but a thin pair of tan panties that tightly hugged her petite hips and ass. She came to the bed, laid on top of me, and said, “How about that round 2? Looks like you're still ready to go for more.”

I felt myself going a bit limp and knew that I was up for round 2, I just had to wait about 10-15 minutes to build back up to it. “Wow. That was awesome.”

“Did you like that?”

“Oh yeah, over 6 months of abstinence, I was ready.”

“So how about this round 2?”

I could tell she was ready to go. I needed time and didn't want to necessarily admit that in my older age, I needed a breather between sets. I knew the perfect way to buy some time.

“Do you like getting eaten out? I haven't tasted a woman in a while.”

“Oh man, you just said the magic words.”

She laid back on the bed. I positioned myself between her legs and took a good look at her from the knees. I could see that her panties were pretty wet. Just that sight alone began to make my dick even harder, but I really wanted to eat her out.

I grabbed her panties and slowly slid them down her thighs. She complied by lifting her legs, making it easier for them to come off. I threw the panties aside and looked at her pussy. It was beautiful. She had pitch black pubes in a triangle shape, nicely trimmed and edged along her panty line. Her pussy lips were shaved and I could see her clit slightly poking through the folds of her lips.

I wasted no time and quickly licked my way from her knees to her pussy. As I got close, I was able to smell her sweet aroma. I wasted little time in diving face first into that pussy. I started licking the outside of her lips, then spread her lips with one hand and exposed her pink. I started flicking her clit with my tongue, varying the speed and pattern. She began to squirm, grabbing my head and pushing my face into her pussy. I was enjoying every second of it, licking and flicking her clitoris.

I then took my other hand and started working a finger into her hole. Her pussy was tight, but wet and it slid in easily. I could feel her pussy muscles clench, then relax, letting my finger slide in. As I kept licking, I curled my middle finger, which was already deep inside her, and tried to tickle her g-spot. I simultaneously was pressing down on her vulva with my other hand as I used my fingers to keep her lips parted.

Whatever I was doing seemed to be working. She kept moaning and I kept going, licking, fingering, pressing, and responding to whatever seemed to please her. It didn't take long until she started to twitch. I could tell she was cumming. I kept fingering her while I took my entire face and started going side to side, frantically rubbing her clit with my tongue. She dug her fingernails into the back of my scalp and arched her back. I could hear her gasp, and then hold her breath. I felt her pussy muscles clench onto my finger so tightly, she almost pushed me out of her. I kept my finger inside her though, and continued to lick away.

As she came, I could feel her drip onto my hand. She started to scream a bit. I briefly wondered if the neighboring rooms could hear, but I didn't really care and tried the best I could to send her over the top. She kept cumming and cumming. She then sat up and pulled my face off of her pussy. My finger also came out. She was leaned up against the headboard, breathing heavy. I looked at her pussy and could see her pussy lips slightly pulsing, which turned me on even more. She spent a few second and caught her breath.

I asked, “You OK?”

“Oh yeah.” As she continued to pant. “Oh man, you do that well. That was intense, too intense. I don't care what anyone else says about you, you're all right.”

That last statement was a bit random, but I assumed it to be a good thing.

At this point, my dick was rock hard again and I knew I was going to stay that way until the next orgasm. I grabbed her by the thighs, pulled her towards me so she was on her back, then hovered over her. She was still panting. “You ready for round 2?”

She then grabbed my dick and guided it towards her hole. I felt the hole with the tip of my dick and wasted no time starting to work it in. With each thrust, I entered a little further as her pussy juices worked their way down my shaft. With each push, she would moan in pleasure.

The next thing I knew, I was deep inside her. I could feel the end of her vagina with my entire cock buried deep inside her. I started slow.

We looked into each other's eyes, then started kissing. As we licked each other's lips, I kept pumping away, enjoying her warm, moist pussy massaging my dick. It was just as I had fantasized when masturbating to her, except better.

Given that I had just came, I wasn't as on edge this time. I was able to enjoy it more, and enjoy pleasing her. I hate being the minuteman, and that I would not be tonight.

She wanted to put her legs up. I'm guessing so I could hit her g-spot, but I really enjoyed it since I could watch myself slide in and out of that beautiful pussy. It was a sight to see. Her lips were a bit flush from the blood rush, and I savored every stroke in and out of her.

I reached down with one hand and began to massage her clit while I fucked her. She squirmed and moaned, “Oh Yes. Just like that.” I was pulling out all the right moves.

We remained in this position for about 5 minutes, varying things up slightly. I was as hard as a rock, and she was in heaven. She asked, “Can I turn over? I love it doggie style.”

“Oh yes, I love it too.” Doggy style was my favorite, but I've been known to cum quick in this position. I would have to go slow.

As she turned around, I grabbed onto her narrow, petite hips and had her stick them out. I could tell her lips were a bit stretched out as they flapped a bit, and this only turned me on even more. I slid my dick easily into her and once again, enjoyed watching her squirm and moan. As I started pumping away, I noticed a sizable wet spot on the sheets, about 6 inches in diameter.

I took it slow, varying the speed. I started to tease her too, only going in an inch or two, then thrusting my entire cock deep inside her. As I thrusted deep, I grabbed her hips and went as deep as possible. She seemed to love it.

She then asked me, “Do you mind if I rub my clit while you're doing me?”

“Not at all.” I know some guys are sensitive about that, as if their efforts aren't good enough. I didn't care though. After all, she probably has been playing with herself for the past 10 years. I only played with her clit for 10 minutes. She should know what's best.

She started rubbing her clit as I kept thrusting in and out, varying her rubbing speed and direction. A few minutes later, I could tell she was cumming again. I grabbed onto her hips and just started thrusting in and out. As she started cumming, I got too excited and felt an orgasm quickly coming. It was quicker than I had anticipated, but a simultaneous orgasm was about to happen, a beautiful thing.

She buried her face into a pillow and began to scream, trying to muffle the sound. As she did so, my dick clenched up and I began to cum. I couldn't contain my moans either, and began to moan myself. I was clenched up for about 10 seconds, then felt my cock begin to unleash a second load of cum into that moist pussy of hers. I kept going until the feeling was too intense. By this time, her moans had subsided. I pulled out.

She turned around and her face was a bit sweaty, with some of her bangs stuck to her forehead. “Did you cum again?” she asked.

“Yes I did. I couldn't help it.”

“Oh man,that's cool. That was wonderful.”

“Yeah it was.”

She then laid on her back with her legs spread. I sat there and enjoyed the view. I also noticed a second wet spot, probably from when she came while we were doing it doggy. As she laid there, I could see her pussy lips pulsing again. This time, some of my semen was seeping out of her. Cream pie. I admired the scene for a minute as she laid there, gasping for air and trying to recover.

She then told me something I never expected. “You can take pictures of my pussy if you'd like. I know guys like that, just don't get my face. I don't want to be known this way on the Internet.”

“Oh wow, wasn't expecting that.” The camera was in my backpack, which was right next to the bed. I pulled it out, turned it on, and began to snap away. I got numerous cream pie shot and snuck in some titty shots.

She looked up at me and said, “Your dick is still hard. Let me take pictures of it, I want them.”

I sat there with my dick glistening with her juices. She took the camera and started snapping shots. She then started caressing my dick, and taking pictures of her hand stroking it. She then gave the camera back to me and said, “OK, I want some pics with your dick in my mouth.” She started to suck my still-hard dick and I snapped away. This time, she posed and looked up at the camera.

We kept taking pictures, this time, with me fucking her again. My dick was beginning to go limp, so it only lasted a few minutes. But they were well worth it.

I finally laid back She cuddled next to me. I could feel her pubes scouring my leg. She asked, “Do you mind if I nap with you? I'm a bit worn out.”

“Not a problem. I need to get in a quick nap also.”

We laid there and engaged in small talk for a few minutes. The next thing I knew, she was asleep, purring like a cute kitten. I soon fell asleep.

I awoke to her peeling herself out of my arms. I was a bit groggy and looked at the alarm clock in the room. “Did we really sleep for 3 hours?”

“Yeah, we sure did. I need to go to the bathroom.”

“Me too, but you first.”

We took turns going to the bathroom. When I came out, she was getting dressed. She asked, “Do you like tequila?”

“Yes I do.”

“What kind?”

“The expensive kind.”

“Me too. What do you think of this? I got to go let my dog out. She'll be fine for the rest of the night. I can pick up a bottle on the way back. We can chill here for the night and see what happens.”

I had nothing to do for the rest of the evening and my next day's events could wait until I woke up. “I would really like that. Haven't had tequila in over 6 months.”

“Alright, I'll be back. Would you mind bringing back some dinner?”

The rest of the night was epic. We ate pizza, had tequila shots, took a shower, fucked in the shower, drank more tequila, and fucked again until her pussy was too sore. We then had more tequila until we finished the bottle and both passed out naked.