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This is a fantasy, and all the people named in the story are over 18 and purely fictional.

CHAPTER 2

4

Claire had been seeing Chris almost every day for the past couple of months and had never felt happier in her entire life. He mostly came round to her place in the evenings, and they would always go out somewhere on weekends. His strong, powerful, yet calm presence made her feel safe, and, most of all, the sex was the best she had ever experienced. But of course, to achieve that, she had been working very hard on her previously undeveloped anal skills, so she was able to accommodate and milk him the way he liked. Of course, like most girls, she had tried anal sex before, but she had always found it a bit uncomfortable or even occasionally painful. So her butt training was demanding quite a bit of work from her, as she literally spent hours inserting various objects into her ass in order to improve her new skills, even practicing with a golf ball once!

But relationships really mattered to Claire, and she deeply believed that a girl should be capable of giving proper sexual satisfaction to her partner and milking him clean exactly the way he wanted. By comparison, her oral skills were rather good and didn’t need training. So after each fucking session, she would finish him off with her mouth, then gargle, swallow his cum, and finally clean him up using her tongue like the energetic, playful, but dutiful young woman she was.

Fortunately for the relationship, her own sexual needs were a lot more simple, being more of a feelings-driven person than a sex-driven one. So plenty of cuddles, playful tickles, soft kisses, and nice talk were really all she demanded from him, and he provided them more than necessary. But as the weeks went on, she really did start to develop a taste for anal sex as well. And, in a sense, within her rather innocent and immature mind, this new skill she now possessed made her feel like a stronger and more grown-up person in the world.

She was a true “butt girl” now, not just a girl with a big bottom. One who could handle things most of her friends would probably have squirmed at. When she was with Chris, she remained a quiet, docile girl, always eager to please him, as if she still could not properly believe that being in a relationship with such a man was for real. But with everyone else, she was growing more and more secure and confident as the days went by.

Claire had never really thought about herself as being a submissive person but realized, almost immediately, through her relationship with Chris, that she of course was. The need for a dominant partner was not something that had ever even entered her mind before but perhaps explained why her previous relationships hadn’t worked out and why she always seemed to end up arguing and getting bitchy with her former boyfriends. She understood now, deep inside herself, that all this time, she had just been in need of a strong man who was able to put her back in her proper place when necessary and keep her there. And with Chris she felt like she was a happy little girl once again, always trying to please her daddy, even if her stubborn, immature, and insistent side could sometimes get the better of her.

But of course that’s where the need for a little, painless but coercive spanking came in. And the necessity of getting her bottom spanked when she misbehaved was something Claire had taken to like a duck to water, with a speed and a dedication that had even surprised Chris himself. She even remembered the first time it had happened. She was sitting in his car with some cake and being quite a messy eater, as always, dropping crumbs everywhere. Now, Chris didn’t mind this kind of behavior at all in most places, but he had told Claire many times that his car always had to be kept clean. But when he expressed his irritation at her, she started arguing that he didn’t normally mind her messiness.

“Claire,” he said. “If you keep arguing with me, I’m going to pull down your jeans and give you a good hiding in front of anyone who happens to be watching us. You won’t look so clever then.”

She pulled out her tongue at him, believing he was joking. Chris simply said nothing at first and continued driving. He then parked the car in a quiet spot somewhere away from the traffic bağcılar escort and instructed Claire to lie over his lap before quite calmly carrying out his threat, except that he had previously made sure no one was actually there to watch. After that, Claire understood that if she wanted to keep Chris in a good mood, there were simply certain limits you did not cross, unless, of course, you wanted to spend the rest of the day with a sore bum!

As for Chris, the short relationship he enjoyed with a girl before putting her to work was always a lot of fun. He loved it when she was feeling comfortable being herself and confident enough to show her spirit, just as long as underneath she understood her proper place and stayed within her boundaries. He believed a happy relationship should always be a properly structured one, where the girl understood exactly what was wanted and expected of her. Discipline was, of course, a fundamental part of that structure, and a little harmless but firm spanking was often the best way of enforcing it when necessary. He was still amazed how easily Claire had accepted it all, though.

The previous girl he had prepared, Kiera, was a very strong-minded, self-assured Eurasian aspiring model who had won several beauty queen contests. So, getting her bottom spanked was about the furthest you could possibly get from everything she was. It had taken Chris literally months of slow and careful work on her mind before she accepted the necessity of it being performed on her and then began to advocate for it. And quite a phenomenal big bottom she had too!

5

In spite of all her outgoing playfulness, Chris had immediately realized, upon meeting Claire, that she was basically a sensible and conservative girl who had a rather repressed sexuality. This was mainly due to her shyness and her upbringing, he guessed, but then again, the reason didn’t really matter. It was, in any case, a very common observation that also explained perfectly well why she had been so fast in losing all control and turning into a sweaty, sticky, cunt-dripping mess on their very first evening together.

But now that she had become a good fuck and a properly disciplined girl, it was time to help her pride defeat what was still left of her modesty. Of course the biggest hurdles were already over, and she was well on her own way there. He just had to finalize the process with the right sort of inciting and flattery.

“You have a fantastic power with that body of yours,” he kept telling Claire, always encouraging her to show more flesh.

But such a move was already well on the 35-year-old’s mind at this point. She had begun to wear tighter clothes that showed off her cleavage and her bum in a more assertive way. And no longer wearing knickers made her feel kind of cool and worldly. She had waited until she was 35, but so what? She only kept them for when she put on very short skirts, obviously not wanting to look like a complete slag when she was out in public. She also got herself a tongue piercing and a lower back tattoo, and It was always great to see a girl becoming more confident and secure in her sexuality.

Better late than never, Chris thought.

She now had to realize that her newly found assurance could bring her a lot more than just her own comfort and pleasure. And that she could, of course, use her assets to her own advantage in order to get things from Chris within the relationship. For instance, playing with her breasts over dinner, shoving them together, and tugging on the nipples may win her a second portion of dessert. And if she winked her butthole at him, she was likely to get extra special attention and treatment on the following day. After a while, she even began to feel flattered instead of uncomfortable when he kept his hand firmly on her butt in a public place. In her newly formatted mind, it was no longer basic chauvinist alpha male behavior but simply his way of telling her she had a great butt.

Over the next few weeks, Claire was slowly but surely turning into a proper sex kitten, always willing to please her dominant partner. And of course, the more she used her new powers on him, the more he spoiled and indulged her.

And speaking of indulging, Claire had never been bahçelievler escort listened to and pampered to such an extent in her entire life. Whenever she went out with Chris, it was always to a place of her choice. She liked animals, so he took her frequently to the zoo. If they went out to a movie, she would, of course, always choose it. After a while, he began to know her tastes and would suggest to her, more or less, exactly what she wanted anyway. It started to feel to her like every day was her birthday, and she became so used to getting everything she desired on the spot that she barely noticed how slightly incongruous it all was. Money was never a problem, of course, as Chris would always put in whatever was necessary.

But it wasn’t only when they went out that she was indulged. Because, little by little, all their conversations had started to revolve around whatever Claire thought or liked on any topic. Until she gradually started to feel like she was the center of the world. It was like having someone’s full attention on you all the time. Someone who was always prepared to listen to what you wanted to say, complain about, or demand at all times. And, most of all, who behaved like it was always of the most importance. If she wanted something straight-away, she would usually get it. If Chris wasn’t there, she could call him whenever she felt like it, and he was always available to listen to her on the phone or to come round to the flat.

For that entire period of time, Claire felt like she lived inside her own personal kingdom where she could do whatever she wanted. There was nothing much to fear from Chris, really. Of course, if she was too messy, too rude, or too sassy in her attitude, she would get her bum spanked. But it no longer frightened her, and she was even beginning to enjoy it in a way. It was almost like extra attention from him. And being told she was a brattish, naughty girl was starting to feel more like a compliment than like a warning. She was the center of the universe, and everything, of course, had to revolve around her ego.

It was around this time he moved in with her.

6

After more than two months of this kind of life, Claire was beginning to relax inside her mind in a way she never had allowed herself to do before. And, to Chris’s satisfaction, she was now starting to turn into a very self-indulgent, self-centered little sexpot. That was just perfect, but now the time had come to begin taking it even further.

After what she already had been through, encouraging the 35-year-old girl to stop holding in her farts when he, or any of his friends, were around presented no real challenge at all. Of course, it helped that he always seemed to know exactly when she needed to release one. He must have been able to read her body language and facial expressions like an open book. After helping her get past the minor taboo of expelling your own gas in front of someone, it rapidly just got easier and easier. And he always seemed to know how to bait her:

“I’m surprised you haven’t farted once in the entire evening,” he would sometimes tell her.

To which she would playfully respond by laughing and ripping a thunderous one.

After a while, of course, it stopped being a game as Chris realized she was just very naturally letting them out every time she needed to.

As the relationship entered its fifth month, it was becoming clear that all the social gloss Claire had –like all her contemporaries– been applying to herself her whole life was finally beginning to fade away, as she was turning into a very natural and uninhibited young female. Chris always loved the moment when the girl was finally revealing her true nature to him without a shred of modesty or decency anymore. Claire was now an adorable, big-bottomed, bundle of fun, with her mind completely wrapped around her own need for excitement, fulfillment, and pleasure.

And these were all delivered to her, almost on demand, through various trips and gifts, of course, but mostly through sex and food. She was now a happy girl, devouring her new life to the fullest while farting like a trooper. What else could Chris have asked for! At the same time, she was, of course, beginning to find it harder and şirinevler escort harder to maintain any proper composure –never mind shell or persona– when she was in the outside world. But no one really noticed or bothered too much, because she had always been a rather innocent and spontaneous person anyway. Someone very young for her age. On top of that, she seemed happier and more cheerful than she had ever been before. So good for her, they all thought!

And, in any case, Claire had very selfishly decided that from now on, she was just going to simply continue to behave exactly the way she wanted to, as long as Chris permitted it, of course. But he seemed to be becoming more and more lax with her anyway. Her fear of others was gradually becoming too weak for her to properly care. And in any case, she totally trusted Chris to protect her from the outside world when necessary.

7

With her brand-new confidence, perfectly matched to her high sex drive, Claire was very naturally willing to make up for lost time. Yet, she also wished to stay faithful to her dominant partner, who had taught her so much over the last few months and really meant a lot to her. So she wasn’t going to go out fucking men behind his back.

Chris knew and appreciated all that, but in his mind, and in spite of all her skills, Claire was still in need of quite a bit more training before she could be put in porn. More and more scenes being produced nowadays involved the girl taking on multiple partners, using mostly only her hands, her butt and her mouth. And, despite having become quite gifted with all three of these, Claire had only been anal-only for the past five months.

There was absolutely no denying her terrific potential, though. And that was exactly what had attracted Chris to her in the first place. She definitively had the right kind of spirit and attitude to make an impact on the millions of viewers out there. She had only properly realized that sex was power over the past few months, but now, her previously innocent mind had finally digested the idea that she could be well rewarded –both in money and attention– for all her skills. And money and attention were both things she naturally craved.

Chris had always thought that under her slightly repressed surface, this girl was born to show off. And, in only a few more weeks, she would finally be out there, doing her thing, and happily performing for the whole world to enjoy.

Chris had become very experienced at his kind of work and knew variety and diversity were largely appreciated within the industry. A slightly plump, goofy Milf (as referred to in porn), as energetic, lively, and uninhabited, as Claire, was simply a gold mine. Not to mention, she also represented a refreshing change to all the slim, modelish, rather quiet, 18-year-old aspiring porn actresses out there.

Chris knew his work just like any professional, and he was feeling very confident that Claire would be a great business partner for him. With her great personality and her unbridled sexuality, combined with all of his expert support, handling, and training, he felt pretty sure they would make quite a good team.

All his other girls were doing well now, making good money. And thanks to her stunning looks, Kiera was even something of a small star in the industry now. With her classical model training, her aims had been set on stardom right from the start, and now she was enjoying a slice of it. But, as she had soon found out, porn required hard work from a girl, as well as simply stunning looks. But Kiera had been up for the challenge, and now she sure knew how to milk cocks clean inside that fantastic butt of hers. It had taken Chris about twice as long as Claire to get her there, but it was sure worth it.

Having said this, Chris’s greatest pride with Kiera did not reside in her skilled performing or even in how much money she made. As a porn agent/pimp, the best part of his job was probably all those “behind the scenes” moments where he could watch a beauty queen like her get out of her casual everyday clothes and into her classy lingerie, knowing she was no longer a goddess testing her power on men but simply a worker packaging her goods before she did a job. As they often say, it’s the little things that bring the most pleasure.

In a short while Claire would be out there too, showing everyone her own skills. But first she had to get a little bit more practice. It was a competitive world, and rushing things was never a good idea. It was always better if the girl was totally prepared, both in her mind and her body, first. And he would be making sure of that.

TO BE CONTINUED

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One Hour with Sir (Ch. 07)

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You don’t need to read the prior chapters to enjoy this one.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

Catherine Martin-DuPont (Cat) is the head of the litigation practice for a prominent New York City law firm and also a slut to Sir (Anders Jorgensen). Sir runs a thriving commodities trading practice.

This is Cat’s story from last September.

Chapter Seven

It was a rainy September day, a late summer storm bringing menacing black clouds and high winds to the borough of Manhattan. I was in my corner office in one of the many indistinguishable Midtown high rises lining the Avenue of the Americas watching the rain pelting against my floor to ceiling window. It was only noon, but I was already getting wet thinking about Annika’s arrival that evening. Sir’s driver Norman was going to pick her up at Penn Station and then bring her straight to my office building. I didn’t want to waste a single second apart from her.

Annika was my slut in the same way I was Sir’s slut. She was an engagement “present” from Sir, knowing I enjoyed lesbian sex. He encouraged our relationship because it made me happy. Annika and I grew to love each other. She was my baby.

My baby was away attending a post-doctorate program at Cornell, though she’d come back to the City to give a speech on the captivating topic of “String Theory – – History and Dimensions,” a subset of her about to be published article on quantum mechanics in The American Mathematical Monthly. This subject was far outside the grasp of a mere lawyer such as myself who was unschooled in the finer points of physics and math.

I wasn’t an intellectual. I was just a high priced trial attorney, a brawler who was paid to win big ticket cases. Unlike in Annika’s world, in my world there was no pursuit of the truth. There were only winners and losers. The winners lived on top of the world. Losers, in the immortal words of Alec Baldwin in Glengarry Glen Ross, were awarded a set of steak knives (third place was “you’re fired”). As a winner I devoted my life to sex, drugs and rock and roll — in that order.

It was no surprise that a street fighter like me was a horny slut. The real surprise was that Annika, being an eggheaded academician, was a horny slut as well. Maybe not so surprising given that Annika was a petite Nordic blonde with a killer body. She was a decade younger than me but more worldly. I’d spent my time in the bowels of the New York legal system, while she was traveling the world. Sir found her at the BDSM club he frequented in Stockholm. Like me, she was looking for adventure and love, in that order. She found adventure with me, and ultimately love.

Litigation kept the blood pumping in my veins but for excitement it still paled in comparison to sex. For me, the recent past was a sexual desert. Sir was due back from a trip to Paris on a two week “business” boondoggle, which was really an excuse to eat great food and drink great wine. Annika had been up at Ithaca for the past month. I was too busy and too lazy to find real sex, so it was my trusty vibrator and porn for the past two weeks. I was counting the minutes until I could fuck her.

Maybe my associate could smell my mating scent, or maybe he was just infatuated with my body, but Trent was loitering in my office and openly staring at my breasts. He was a young hotshot lawyer who sat second chair on most of my cases. He was an ambitious fucker, like I was when I joined the firm. He was on a partnership track and it was only a matter of time before he took my place as first chair. He was a good looking kid – – too good looking to be single at age thirty-two.

Trent had been engaged, but the engagement was suddenly broken off and as a result he had nothing but time on his hands. He had just filed a brief and was relaxing in my office while I was trying to get some real work done. I could see him out of the corner of my eye leering at me while I edited a memo on my computer. He was slouching in one of the guest chairs in my office, my favorite brown leather club chair that was a gift from my father when I was promoted to head the litigation practice for the firm. He had his legs draped over the arm of the chair looking way too comfortable.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” I asked, sounding and acting annoyed.

“No,” he answered. I knew he didn’t but I asked anyway and he was certainly unabashed about his availability. I’d heard through the office gossip mill that Trent had broken up with his fiancé. He hadn’t said a word to me about it but I heard he found her in bed with his best friend, a time worn scenario for multiple broken fındıkzade escort hearts. I knew he always had a crush on me (or at least my body) but we’d never done anything about it, and with him being engaged for the past year, the flirting I’d sometimes do was harmless.

“Why are you staring at me?” I asked, though the skimpy outfit I was wearing for Annika obviously drew his attention. I was sitting behind my desk and Trent was sitting in a chair off to the side, so he had a clear view of me. I was wearing a short black skirt and my favorite black “fuck me” pumps with four inch heels. My thin, white cotton blouse was unbuttoned low enough so Trent could see most of my breasts when I leaned forward. I purposely leaned toward him and his stare never left my chest.

Are we going there? I asked myself. Crossing that invisible line separating casual sexually laced banter from “you could get fired” office place sex? I’d never breached that barrier and I doubted Trent had either.

“The truth?” he asked me back after thinking about it.

“Sure,” I said. Let’s see if he had the balls to say it to me.

“I was staring at you because you look nice.”

Even though the stakes were incredibly high (our livelihoods) I was sorry he lacked the balls to say it. Sir told me the truth to me when we first met, that He was attracted to me, and that He was aware of my deviant desires (we were or course in a BDSM club). Trent was much more sexually passive. I’d only dated aggressive men like Sir. Trent was cute, and I started to wonder if I’d fuck him, or at least fuck with him.

I could just accept his wimpy ass answer and move on or I could call bullshit on him. Maybe it was his bad break-up or my hornier than usual disposition, but I decided to dip my toe across the line first.

“Bullshit,” I said to him. “You were looking at my tits.” I said it because he was, and he knew it, and he knew I knew it.

“No I wasn’t,” he said unconvincingly. The little liar let his legs slide off the chair’s arm so he could sit up straight and at least appear to be sincere.

He didn’t fool me. He was a horny motherfucker like any other guy. I had big tits that guys liked to look at and he was looking.

“Fuck you,” I said. “Admit it, coward.”

He let out a big sigh and crossed the line with me. “You want to hear it? OK, I was looking at your tits.”

I laughed. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

I stood up to look at him, and the pronounced lump in his pants told me what I wanted to know.

“Maybe it was hard,” I said. We were definitely past the point of no return when I made that comment. He was hard and I was wet. That was a bad workplace combination.

Trent blushed, and covered his burgeoning erection with his hand. That was cute. But he wasn’t hiding anything. It was obvious he had a big cock.

Then a very wicked idea occurred to me. Annika was always dreaming up something new and kinky for us to do and what I was going to propose was something Annika would approve of. I’d trust his discretion on this because we could destroy each other’s careers if knowledge of what I was going to propose got out.

“Look Trent, I know something happened with your engagement and I’m sorry. I’ve been screwing with you and I really shouldn’t have been. You can say no if you want and I won’t judge you if you don’t judge me.”

“Just go ahead and say what you were going to say,” my young blond haired companion said, eager to hear what I had to say.

“I was going to ask you if you wanted to watch me and Annika have sex.”

After giving me a startled expression Trent looked around the room. “This is a trick question, right? Is there a camera in here? Cat, are you fucking with me?”

“No, no, I’m serious,” I said. “And I’m not fucking with you.”

“Who’s Annika?”

“She’s my girlfriend,” I said. I was sure Trent didn’t know I was bisexual.

“Girlfriend?”

“Are you dim witted? Yes, my girlfriend. I can like girls. You do. Anyway, Annika and I like to explore and experiment; we’d always talked about doing it in front of someone else and quite frankly I thought you could use the relief.”

“Sort of like a mercy fuck? I’m flattered and obviously all in,” he said.

I got up from my chair and walked over to him, still sitting and looking up into my blouse as I put my finger on his chin. “Just remember not to fuck with me, and that includes telling anyone about this.” I was violating one of my sacrosanct rules about workplace sex and I was determined not to get burned by this.

“Understood,” he said, now unabashedly undressing me with the eyes of a lustful teenager.

“What’s a peek worth to you?” I asked him.

“A peek?” he asked as if he didn’t know what I was talking about.

“Of my tits, stupid. What you’ve been staring at.”

“Now?”

“What’s it worth to you?”

He thought about it for a minute.

“How about I pull down my pants and show you what I have?”

“It aksaray escort better be worth it,” I said. “Otherwise I’m going to be pissed.”

“It will,” he said.

“All right,” I said. “You go first.”

He wasn’t expecting that. Now he had to trust me. That’s the way I wanted it.

He locked my office door and then stood with his back to it, unbuckling his pants, unfastening and unzipping them, and then letting them drop to the floor, puddling at his feet. The moment of truth, though I could already see a sizable lump in his boxers. He took a deep breath and then dropped his drawers. His cock popped out, looking like a good size section of large diameter garden hose. I was impressed.

“Nice cock,” I said. He was becoming hard and trying not to be embarrassed. There was no hiding what he wanted. He wasn’t going to get what he wanted but he was going to get some measure of relief.

I unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. I was watching him watch me as I was doing it. The horny bastard was going to have to earn the right to see my tits and to watch Annika and me make love.

“You’re going to have to do everything that I say,” I told him. He needed to convince me if I was going to take off my bra.

“I will,” he answered without hesitation. I could tell that he liked to watch. It sounded like he wasn’t going to be any trouble.

I reached behind myself and unclasped my bra, shrugging it off and tossing it to him.

“Here’s your prize,” I said. He caught it by the strap. It dangled from his outstretched hand as his eyes drank in the vision of my naked tits, big and round in all their glory. I shook my boobs for him like a stripper. He was mine if I wanted him. For the time being he’d be my play thing.

“Now get on your knees and jerk off,” I told him. There were few thing more satisfying than watching a sub cum while looking at you. I’m sure Sir had the same feeling when he watched me play with myself for his amusement.

Trent hesitated for only for a split second before dropping to his knees. His cock was already throbbing and he couldn’t wait to bring himself off. The image of him looking up reverently at my tits while furiously jerking off is forever burned into my memory.

He used long strokes with his right hand, slow and hard. I could hear him snorting through his nose, watching me play with my gumdrop sized brown nipples. It was a rush for me to be teasing Trent so mercilessly while risking our careers. I didn’t even bother to close the shades to my office. I was a thrill seeker and this was a thrill. I could see it in Trent’s eyes too. A lesser man wouldn’t be able to stay hard in my office, knowing the consequences of discovery. The veins in Trent’s cock were throbbing.

“You like this don’t you?” I asked him. I pulled my nipple toward my mouth and stretched my tit so I could lick it. It was so slutty of me to do that. Trent approved.

“You know I do,” he said. There were to be no secrets kept by him. “I’ve always fantasized about seeing you naked,” he confessed.

There was a long, thin clear string of precum leaking out of the tip of his uncut penis that backed up what he said.

I wanted to hear how much he loved me. A woman always does.

“Is it as good as you imagined?” I asked him, witnessing the blur of his right hand as he fixed his eyes on my tits.

“Better,” he said. “You’re everything I’ve imagined a woman would be.”

“You close?” I asked him.

His body was motionless except for his hand. I sat on edge of the desk and opened my legs so he had a clear view. I was ready for Annika so I wasn’t wearing any panties. I was practically gushing between my legs. It was easy to finger myself. He eyes moved from my chest to my pussy. He was having his wet dream.

“So you’ll like it when I do this?” I asked rhetorically. His puppy dog eyes stoked the exhibitionist in me. I shoved two fingers deep inside my steaming hot snatch while watching him whack off. It was so wickedly dirty to do this in my office during the workday.

He was breathing hard and was so close. I knew it was hard to cum while someone was watching you so I fanned the flames for him.

“You like my pussy Trent? Do you want to see my slut Annika lick my wet cunt?”

“Yes… yes…” he panted.

“And lick my asshole? To see that dirty little slut stick her tongue up my ass?”

“huh… huh…… huh………huh”

His breathing was high pitched and irregular.

“Then fucking cum. Shoot your cum into your hand,” I barked at him as a direct order.

“Fucking shit, fucking shit!”

He stifled a shout that bubbled up in his throat, his hips jerked and he fired off several massive wads of gooey cum against the palm of his hand, splashing it on the floor after it dripped off his throbbing dick. Seeing him cum while watching me masturbate made my legs tense and my pussy tighten around my fingers.

I discovered that voyeurism was smoking hot.

“Oh eyüp escort God… oh God… oh God,” I gasped, feeling my breath getting sucked out of me. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and saw flashes of light. I felt lightheaded as my fingers churned inside me, making a foamy butter that oozed out of my honeypot. Bliss. Sheer bliss that I savored for a moment.

When I could focus again I looked at Trent and to my surprise he was teary eyed.

“That was so good Cat.”

There was cum splattered in small puddles on the floor. The palm of his hand was covered with goo. He was panting like a winded dog, looking happy and stunned at what he had done. There was no doubt in my mind he had a submissive streak a mile wide. I poured gasoline on his raging submissive fire.

“Lick it up,” I told him. “Everyone cleans up their mess.”

Trent looked at his cum covered hand and then at me.

He needed a little push to perform his act of submission.

“Now… or no watching Annika and I eating each other’s pussies.”

That stark visual spurred him into action. He started with his palm, tentative licks at first and then lapping at his hand until it was clean. He proudly showed it to me.

“Good boy,” I said. “Now the floor.”

He was too far gone to refuse.

He got on his hands and knees, tucking his tie into his shirt so it wouldn’t get dirty. He put his face close to the floor and lapped up his cum like a kitten drinking a saucer of cream.

“You missed a spot over there,” I told him, pointing to a splotch of cum running down the side of my desk.

He crawled over on his knees and showed me his tongue before licking the side of the desk to retrieve the cum he splattered on it.

“You’re a much better boy than I expected,” I said to him. “I’m going to look forward to introducing you to Annika. Did you want to see a picture?”

“Yes… yes… please,” Trent said.

I held up my phone for him to see. It was a picture of Annika, nude of course, her blonde hair covering the front of her shoulders, smallish breasts with pink eraser sized nipples and a light blonde haired pussy.

“She’s beautiful,” Trent said with admiration.

“She’s my baby. I love her.”

“You’re lucky.”

“I know. But you’re lucky too.”

“Why?” my newbie subbie asked.

“Because you’ve earned the right to see Annika and I fuck in the back of a Bentley. Now be a good boy and take a seat and wait for Annika’s call, OK?”

* * *

I got a text from Norman that he had Annika in the back seat and would be at my office in fifteen minutes.

Annika is coming.

I was too excited to work so I fidgeted in my chair waiting for the phone call that Annika had arrived. I nervously fixed my make-up while dreaming of her pinkish hued nipples and blonde pussy. The mutual masturbation scene with Trent left a swampy mess between my legs. Instead of cleaning up I decided to let Annika enjoy the spoils.

I jumped when I heard Norman’s ringtone.

“It’s me. We’ll wait for you on level U-4.”

His voice crackled. Reception in the basement was lousy.

“We’ll be there,” I shouted.

The other end of the line went dead.

“C’mon,” I said to Trent, getting up from my desk and taking his hand to help him up. Let’s go see her.”

* * *

We took the elevator to the lobby and transferred to another set of elevators that serviced the ten level underground garage. The doors opened to U-4; the level reserved for the execs in our building. I’d never been on that level. There were free coffee machines and comfortable chairs in the waiting area. Sir’s Bentley was visible through the glass partition leading to the parking area. The black luxury sedan was parked across two spaces, dripping rain water onto the concrete. There were no other cars within sight.

The rear passenger door was wide open and Annika was sitting in the back seat, legs crossed, heels dangling from her feet, lounging on a plush white fur coat and wearing nothing but her birthday suit.

She raised her head when she spied Trent.

“Who’s the delicious tidbit you brought with you?” Annika asked, eyeing Trent’s fit physique and boyish good looks (and not at all self-conscious she was nude).

“He’s for looking, not touching, just like you are to him. He’s here to watch. He just had a bad break-up so I thought we’d entertain him,” I told her.

Annika pulled her coat on and got out of the car. The coat flapped open when she hugged me.

“I missed you,” she said. She snuggled close to me. It felt good to have her skin touching mine.

“I thought about you all day,” I said. “How did ‘us’ happen so fast?”

“Sometimes you meet the right person,” Annika said. “And you get me.”

“You have a sick mind like mine,” I said.

“Precisely. So what do you want to do with this Trent fellow?” she asked, pointing to my companion and acting as if he wasn’t there.

“Let’s show him some high quality lesbian sex,” I said.

Annika smiled. “The usual you mean.”

“Precisely,” I said, using her term.

Annika grabbed the lapel of Trent’s jacket and jerked on it, giving him a gentle shove towards the front passenger door of the car.

“You get in the front, in the spectator’s seat. Lucky you gets to watch,” she said. She gave him a coquettish smile. “You’re cute,” she said, laughing.

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CHAPTER 1

We were, and still are, housemates. Four men living together in a house. We’re not students and we’re not army buddies and we’re not gay. Just men with not much money who had separately found a decent rented place within our budgets. I’m Paul, and when it started, I was in my late twenties. There was Derek, the youngest, early twenties, Ian, a bit older than me, and Matt, about forty. I think it had been student accommodation, but there are some swanky new flats in tower blocks closer to the university, and the students prefer to spend their loans on them. People like us had moved in, and there we were. Actually, Matt had a decent job and salary but was divorced with child maintenance, so was as skint as the rest.

I didn’t say so, but I was the only virgin. Derek had a long-standing girlfriend, but she’d gone to university, so I didn’t see her. Ian had brought a girl back to his room occasionally, and Matt, well obviously.

We had basic facilities in our rooms, but there was a communal sitting room with a big TV. We liked a lot of the same programmes (sport, action films, anything with tits, and some other stuff) so often watched together and chatted.

The conversations included sex – girls they’d fucked (or claimed to), girls we’d like to fuck, how much we needed a fuck. And of course, stories about other people fucking. I nodded along, but I’m sure they all realised I hadn’t scored yet. Occasionally Matt would ask gently if I was seeing anyone. He was a dad after all, and acted a bit like one to me and Derek.

Anyway, it was in one of these vague rambling conversations that Derek remarked he was very happy with his girlfriend’s cunt and didn’t see why porn often showed women getting it up the arse. Obviously, gays only had one option, but a man and a woman?

This was one of those times when Matt acted as the know-it-all man of the world.

“You’ve got a lot to learn, boy,” he said grandly.

“I often fucked my wife that way, and it’s great. You should definitely try to persuade Janice!”

“Janine,” said Derek, looking down and blushing. “I don’t think she’d like…”

“Well, maybe wait until you’re married,” Matt said considerately. We understood that was the plan once she had her degree.

“Then she can’t run away immediately. But I promise you it’s worth the effort. Women enjoy it too, if you do it right.”

“And gays, of course,” cut in Ian, adding swiftly “so I’ve heard.”

Matt looked up and to the left, and pursed his lips like he does sometimes.

“God, I could do with some ass now!” he said in a heartfelt way.

He turned and smiled.

“Any volunteers?”

Seeing no answer, he said “I think I’ll go and check my emails.”

As he stood up, I could see the bulge in his jeans. I think we were all sitting a bit uncomfortably, and gradually trailed off to our rooms.

I could feel my face burning because of my secret.

A few years earlier, I had had problems with constipation. Particularly in the mornings my rectum would be packed with hard lumps that were difficult and painful to get out. I had finally resorted to using a wet finger, spitting into my palm to get a pool. Sometimes I even used Vaseline.

On one occasion I was trying to get an intractable pebble from right at the end, when I felt a strange feeling. Not unpleasant, but weird, and I felt some slime at the tip of my cock. It wasn’t an orgasm, but something to do with it. I managed to get the feeling occasionally, but I guess my fingers weren’t long enough.

With my pooing under control, I rarely needed my finger, but often felt inside anyway, understanding my own anatomy and how it worked. Obviously, the gut must draw water out of the poop, but shouldn’t be left too long. There is a second sphincter coming from the gut. If the consistency is right, it fills the rectum, which closes to expel it cleanly. Somehow, I started to insert things into my bum. I didn’t come, but got a strange sense of satisfaction. I explored with objects and lubricants. Particularly when I would check after a dump to find a large cavity perfectly clean, which seemed yearning to be filled.

I wasn’t and I am not gay. I couldn’t imagine kissing a man, and certainly not saying things like ‘make love to me!’ But I wondered what it was like to have an object sliding inside. Something about the size of a cock.

I knew about dildoes and vibrators, but I was too embarrassed to buy such things.

Now Matt had offered, and I couldn’t help my excitement. But no way was I going to invite him. Or any man, for that matter. Instead, I put a thick marker pen in my hole and had a totally unsatisfactory wank.

CHAPTER 2

Occasionally I looked at “cock in ass” gifs, with as little of the cock owner showed as possible. I certainly disliked pictures of smug men showing their cocks, and often toned bodies. The only bodies I looked at were women, and I preferred to see them fucked in the cunt. I rather agreed with Derek on that one, but obviously people do what suits them. My real fatih escort fantasy and internet favourite was now pegging. Having a girl to do it to me, but to fuck her a lot as well. Not the sort of thing you can bring up on a first date!

Then the possibility of a first date disappeared with Covid lockdown. Derek and Ian had jobs which meant they still had to go to work, but Matt was working from home, and I was on what they called furlough, at home with part pay. So Matt and me were around and talked more than before.

It wasn’t long before he said “Excuse me asking, Paul, but are you gay, or bi? Doesn’t matter, I just wondered.”

He had obviously seen my reaction when he talked about fucking his wife’s bum.

“N-no, not at all, I just like girls. J-just haven’t met the right one yet,” I stuttered.

Was he offering me his cock, I wondered. Could I just try it?

No way!

It was the next day when I thought up what to say.

“Oh, Matt. About yesterday, were you saying that you were bi? Have you done it with men?”

He looked at me as if he could read my thoughts (of course not).

“No, I’ve never fancied men. I’ve only buttfucked my wife. Mind you, I’m so desperate for a fuck now, I might consider it!” he said with a forced laugh.

“Just wondering,” I said.

“Of course. No problem. I think I’ll go and check my emails.”

Later on, I tried to be casual.

“If I had a girl who was willing to take it up the bum, could you tell me how I’d go about it?”

“Sure. You need a condom of course. And plenty of lubricant. You can get K-Y jelly from the chemist, along with the condoms. You’ve got to take it slow. Use your fingers to relax her. If she’s got a dildo or vibrator use that first. If not, just go really slowly, don’t hurry. And don’t worry if it’s not great the first time. Practice makes perfect. Honestly, she’ll get to like it, and it’s really great for you.”

Three days later, when Derek and Ian had gone, Matt handed me a package.

Inside were two tubes of K-Y jelly and some packs of condoms.

I didn’t know what to say, but ‘Oh, thank you.’

We usually ate lunch together. I almost stayed in my room; I was so embarrassed.

Somewhat shamefaced I joined him at the communal table.

“I’m willing if you want to try it,” he said, looking nowhere in particular, then started talking about the film last night.

It took me another day, before I found the courage.

“Could we try it tomorrow?” I managed to say.

“OK. Tomorrow. I won’t check my emails tonight.”

CHAPTER 3

I didn’t get much sleep, but joined the others for breakfast.

After my final dump I put a finger in, and found that familiar clean cavity, aching to be filled.

A quick shower, and I hesitantly went and knocked on his door.

I think he was in a meeting. He stuck his head round and said “about half an hour,” so I went back to my room.

I don’t know how long it was, before he knocked on my door in a dressing gown.

The first thing he said was enormously helpful.

“I don’t fancy you, and you don’t fancy me. No foreplay, no face to face. We’re just going to share a fuck. I’ll stop whenever you say. It may be a bit painful at first, but it gets better as you relax, so see if you can take it. If not, we’ll give up.”

“Are you lubed up?” he asked

“What? Oh, lubricated. No.”

“Well, you do that, then bend over the bed. We won’t watch each other, and I’ll think of someone else to get me ready. See if you can manage two fingers. Oh, just a second. Give me a condom and one tube.”

I did as he asked and he turned away.

I used the jelly and finally got two fingers in, though it seemed a bit tight.

I bent over the bed and said “I’m ready.”

I felt my cheeks pulled apart and the jelly tube putting some more into me.

Then something started pressing, pausing and pressing again.

“Try and relax,” said a voice, and it pressed harder.

Then it was in, and really hurt, but as he slowly moved in and out the pain lessoned and it felt good as well. I didn’t come, but I dribbled a bit, and felt exhilarated as he made his finally thrusts hard and all the way, groaning and gasping “Oh fuck! Yeah!” There was a sudden sense of loss, as he pulled out and I felt the emptiness.

The one thing I knew was that I wanted it again.

I was still bent over the bed, when he put some tissues over my hole.

“Here, take these so you don’t make a mess. How was it?”

“Good, thank you. It did hurt a bit, but it’s good,” I said, grabbing the tissues and standing to wipe myself. The I got some more to wipe my cock. There was a little wet patch on the bedsheet.

I saw him holding the condom with tissues and taking it off as it deflated.

We both stood there, naked, wiping our cocks.

“Thanks again,” I said.

“Thank YOU,” he answered.

“I really needed that, and you were great. Sorry if it wasn’t very long. That was three çapa escort days’ worth. If we do it again, it could be longer. If you want, of course.”

“Oh, yes, I would, please. Like it again, that is.”

“Same time tomorrow?”

“Yeah, fine. I mean yes.”

There didn’t seem much else to say. He put on the dressing gown, and said “Bye,” as he left.

I was pleased and relieved to find there was hardly any brown on the tissues, but a lot of lubricant. I ached a bit, but it was a good ache.

In the evening, we had dinner with the others and watched a film, then went to our rooms.

I could scarcely believe what had happened.

CHAPTER 4

Next day, my cock kept going up and down as I looked forward to being served. I told Matt when I was ready and lubed myself well. When he came in, I took up the position and waited. And waited.

“I’m sorry,” he said and I turned around. He was there with a condom on a limp dick. Not totally, but hanging down and not looking good.

“I really am sorry. Yesterday I was desperate. Now I’m not, and I really don’t fancy you. Maybe tomorrow?”

I was standing there with my cock absolutely rigid, and I saw him look down.

“I see. Well, I’ll have one more try, if you just turn back.”

As I turned away, his cock seemed to be rising a bit.

I had started to droop when I suddenly felt something pushing behind me. He wasn’t quite as stiff as last time, but maybe I was more eager or relaxed because he went in and it only hurt a bit. I don’t think the pain went away totally, but I didn’t care because of the wonderful feeling as he pumped in, holding on to my hips. This was what I had always wanted, though I didn’t know it.

I don’t know how long it was, but definitely much longer. My stiff cock discharged onto the towel I had put on the bed, but I was so grateful that he didn’t stop. I was just in heaven, wanting it to go on and on. He finally came, not so hard, and I had a mixture of pleasure at the success, and disappointment that it was ending.

He didn’t pull out, but just stayed there, which suited us both.

It was my turn to be a bit breathless as I told him “That was wonderful!”

“Pretty good for me too, mate,” he answered.

“Though I might not be able to manage it every day.”

I had put tissues handy so when he finally pulled out, we each grabbed and applied them. As we cleaned up, something occurred to me.

“Oh, by the way. You didn’t go out. When did you get the lube and rubbers?”

“I didn’t, I asked Ian and he got them.”

“You told him?!”

“No, but he immediately guessed and said he’d like to have a go, if I recommended it. Should I?”

I was taken aback. Then I thought.

“Why not. Does Derek know?”

“No. I don’t think he would want to be tempted away from his true love, and I don’t want to spoil things. So you’ll have to be discreet.”

As it happened, I didn’t have to.

Next day, Derek got one of those ‘Dear John’ emails. She’d found someone else, another student.

After we had consoled him, Ian said “Never mind, if you ever want a fuck, you can have Paul.”

That pulled him out of his state.

“What? Are you winding me up?”

“No. Matt’s already had him. Better than a woman, he says, and I’m next, just join the queue.”

“And close your eyes,” Matt added.

“It’s just as good. You don’t have to fancy him, thank God. Or buy flowers.”

That made him laugh.

Later, he came to see me.

“Is it true?” he asked.

“Well, yes. Matt showed me, and I liked it. I’m willing to let you try it anyway. With a condom, of course.”

“I don’t know,” he said, frowning.

“No-one’s forcing you, but with us stuck here because of bloody Covid, it’s just a way out if you get desperate.”

“Thanks, but no,” he said finally.

That evening, I checked myself and offered Ian a go.

He wasn’t as considerate as Matt, so I had to tell him to be a bit more careful till I was warmed up. Then it was good and he was able to go full steam ahead. I was dribbling a lot, but he came before I did. I told him it was good, and he said he had trouble getting it up, but it was a great fuck when he did, and could he do the same tomorrow.

The next day was wonderful.

Ian was more careful and lasted a bit longer. As soon as he’d left, Matt entered the room and me, making me come and fucked quite a bit afterwards, which I loved. It was perfect sex. No names, no faces, just focussing on the cock inside me. While I suppose they focussed on the hole.

My pooping was a bit messy the next day, so no fucking, but the next day, Ian and Matt gave me another good session.

The next day was Friday, and Derek came back from work with a bunch of flowers! And asked if he could fuck me before dinner. So we both showered, and he did. He was a bit too gentle to start, but when we got it right, he was excellent. I think he had the biggest cock, and the enthusiasm to pound out his resentment güngören escort of his girlfriend. I wasn’t expecting it, but he fucked me again later, much longer, but still hard all the way.

We had planned Saturday for an orgy, so Matt and Ian had been saving themselves. In the morning Derek was ready again, so I actually had three in a row! Each stayed in till the next one, so I wasn’t open between them for more than a moment. Derek was the last and longest. I was sort of coming slightly all the time, absolute ecstasy for nearly half an hour. It was a bit messy, but no-one seemed to mind.

He fucked me again before dinner!

Matt declared Sunday a day of rest, and I was actually glad of the rest.

Then on Sunday, Ian said the food tasted funny. It was no surprise that he felt bad om Monday morning, so had to phone in to say he had Covid. Derek had to stay as well.

Thinking they’d better take their chance while they could, Derek and Matt gave me a Monday pounding. It no longer hurt; it was just pleasure.

It was no further surprise that we all got Covid, fortunately not severe enough for hospital, but bad enough. Really incapacitating, some worse than others, Matt probably the worst. When I finally felt well enough for a fuck, it was Derek who gave me the first one, but not as good as before. It was a week before he managed another.

As you may remember, Covid came in waves, so we were in work, spreading it around, then off again. Ian actually caught it twice, poor sod. Finally, with the vaccines, things stabilised, but for us things were different.

CHAPTER 5

One day, Matt gave me a bunch of flowers “for our third anniversary.” Yes, three years since he first fucked me. Now we were a household of four men, three fuckers and one fuckee, but we’re not gay. We would all have liked to get our hands on some tits, but at least we weren’t sex-starved. I have a separate bed in my room now, with a waterproof cover, and plenty of sheets, towels etc. It does get a bit messy, sometimes, but a hot wash with a bit of nappy sanitizer sorts that out, and nobody’s bothered now. I try to make sure none of them has to toss himself off, any time I’m possible. I’m not submissive. They have to ask nicely, and I have to know I’m not poopy. Otherwise, it’s friends with mutual benefits. And if my arse is unavailable, they hold off if they can. I’m not gay, and have refused all requests to suck them off. I just happen to like a cock in the arse as often as possible.

Roughly speaking, Derek fucks me every day I’m available, Ian does on alternate days, and Matt generally twice a week. (Update: Matt’s doctor has been persuaded to prescribe Tadalafil for his mythical erectile disfunction. One tablet a week, so it’s now three times.) Usually separate, but they try and arrange to give me three in a row, when they can, and Derek often gives me another load later when we do. I do hope he finds a new girl, though I’ll be sorry when he leaves. The replacement is not up to us, but the landlord, so may be a problem.

I am not attracted to them sexually, but I don’t have to be. I get fucked regardless most days, which is great. I don’t have to fancy them, it’s just my empty rectum that begs to be filled. They don’t have to fancy me to get hard, and they don’t. Like Pavlov’s dogs, they’ve been trained to respond when they feel randy. The sight of my arse, and the memory of the delight inside, makes their cocks go up like meerkats to a strange noise.

Matt suggested we tried it with me on my back with legs up, getting rammed. There were different feelings. Good ones, but the others and me decided we preferred not seeing a man, so we stopped. We’re friends, so they’re pleased when I come, though it’s not the point for them. Likewise, when they come it doesn’t do anything physically for me, but I’m glad for them as a friend. I tend to come properly on the second one, though I can be sort of coming continuously as well.

Another thing. We finally dropped the condoms, which saves time and trouble. I’m only on offer when I feel clear. I didn’t think there was any risk to me, and was their choice to clean up afterwards. (At my insistence they wash before.) They like seeing the cum drip out, and actually I’ve learned to like it, or at least be amused by the feeling.

They all take their turn for sloppy seconds. If ever any of them do get access to a cunt, then it will be back to the condom for him. I hope that’s not discouraging them, Derek in particular.

Of course we’ve got the technique down pat, and my arse muscles are match fit! They stretch on demand, and close up afterwards. All the lads have to do is press the button and I let them in, then I keep a firm grip as they go as hard as they like. (Though actually, I quite like when one of them goes slow to keep it going longer. Good as well.) We actually got some anal lubricant delivered, and I know exactly how much to put in and on.

CHAPTER 6

A few months later, Matt showed me a picture of a pleasant-looking woman he said was his wife’s younger sister, named Angie, and said she wanted to discuss something, could I text her?

He gave me the number and I sent a neutral text.

Her reply was:

“Woman with strapon and available cunt wishes to meet man with functioning cock and available arse. Object mutual penetration. GSOH preferred

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Sejal was calm and composed. She was not in any sort of hurry for this to get over. Why would she be? She was enjoying herself after a long time, and she was not willing to compromise the present moment and all the future moments, if those exist. She was so engrossed in her movement to satisfaction that her body moved in unison with her lover. The lover was eager to drive his point with his erect rock-hard penis while Sejal was taming it down with her pussy, engulfing the onslaught of his erectile attack.

She felt the pleasure of friction in her pussy which was being touched and stretched in all the right places and rhythm. Her lover was so enthralled by the movement that he could not resist holding her by her round big buttocks and guiding her downward movement such that her action and his direction were synchronized to not agonize his erection by any miss stroke. The lover knew well that all is well that ends well and the last time was quite painful when she came down at an angle which had nearly twisted his steel erection as if her pussy wall were of concrete.

The pace was fast, and they both were perspiring. Their bodies were talking to each other in short breaths and emanating sounds of friction of sex, thump, thump, hard thump, repeating repeatedly as if there was going to be no end to this chaotic but rhythmic pace of fucking.

The twenty-five-year-old Sejal who had been a widow for nearly two years, was not about to fail her lover. She was hell bent on getting her pleasures before the guilt of coming first and not pleasuring the lover bites her. It was always the case, but she too was hungry for her fulfillment which kept her sane for at least a week before her pussy demanded the repeat performance to remind her that it needs a well erected member in her pussy to calm her itching.

The lover well knew the weak points as well as her erogenous points. He did not spare time twisting her nipples at periodic intervals to elicit a painful moan of pleasure, to break the monotony of the thump sound cycle.

Sejal looked into her lover’s eyes expecting that he would peak this time first. It had not happened till then and she had put it as a considerable bet that she would win that time. The lover had also put in the request that he would want to try something different with her if that day, he again won by staying hard and winning her trust as well as the bet.

Sejal was not aware of what was the expectation, and the lover did not want to get his mind diverted to the expectation. The lover knew that even if the thought of expectation touches his mind, he may end up shooting his baby making juice just like a Porn star, with nothing required to touch his engorged penis. His penis was laboring hard and toiling and busy scratching the itch of his widowed sister-in-law’s (Devrani) hungry wet pussy. And he was on his way to win his bet.

Sejal was driven to the cliff where her breasts were bouncing in directions opposite her body, lagging a bit to correct and move in direction of her own body movement for each jump up and down her pussy was engaging with the penis.

Her elder brother-in-law (Jeth), Sunil had been slapping his lower body harder with his upswing, to Sejal’s hard downward thrusts. The hard thumps increased with Sunil holding her breasts and pulled her torso towards his torso so that their mouths and their wet lips inflamed with passion to kiss each other hard, met each other. Sunil held her head and kissed her hard while their bodies continued the rhythm and Sejal went over the cliff. She shuddered as her body convulsed and struck down and stuck to Sunil, with his penis completely hidden mecidiyeköy escort in the depths of her orgasming pussy. His penis was showered with the abundance of Sejal’s wet juices which was an indicator that the penis had achieved its purpose of staying hard for pushing her over her finish line.

“Jethji (elder brother-in-law), you have beaten me again in this sexual game. You must claim your reward for achieving the feat once again”, said Sejal when she had recovered her breath.

Sunil was still hard and was thinking to himself whether Sejal had conspired in some form or other to cum first so that she could relish in the newer way of sex which her brother-in-law was planning with her.

Sunil sounded her off, “Sejal, you cannot back down. I will lay my claim with sexual reward.”

“Why would I? You have been such a good lover to me. Always making me cum and always a gentleman enough to allow me to give you a hand job so that you don’t make me pregnant with your child. I am sure whatever you are planning will be in line with that. Let me guess, I think you want me to give you a blowjob, right?”

Sunil smiled at her saying, “Your wet holes are all good. I am sure, the mouth would be fabulous, when I am in mood to get my cream delivered in your wet juicy mouth, but I want to love you in a special way which needs a special capacity to stay hard for me.”

“You are teasing me. I think I know what you want to fuck. Jethji, that is not the hole for pleasure. And what we are doing is already guilt ridden and dirty. Why are you thinking of adding additional dirtiness and pain into our illegal relationship?” retorted Sejal who was by Sunil’s side and holding his erect penis. She started to proceed with the hand job, hoping to end the conversation and his erection. Even if Sunil won the bet, he would still not be able to penetrate her tight hole, which is never wet if he has already spent his cum and erection.

Sunil held her hand and said, “Devrani (young sister-in-law), you have to calm yourself down. I really want this to happen between us. I know the pain involved but it is also the safest way of sexual penetration with guaranteed no pregnancy. Further, you are not alien to this act, I suppose.”

Sejal was surprised at this statement. She abruptly stopped shaking his penis with her hand asking, “What are you hinting at? I have not had anal sex as many times. But how would you know that I had it in my tight dirty hole?”

Sunil moved his hand down her sweaty back till it reached her big ass globes. His hand massaged her ass crack, and his finger slowly touched her nether hole. Sejal’s body jerked as she looked at hot passion in her Jeth’s eyes. When she felt his finger trying to enter her asshole, Sunil’s eyes were filled with lust to possess her in unnatural way. She did not want to act rude, but she had a discomfort to offer her tight little asshole to him. She had her ass fucked by her late husband, but it was just an experiment like her husband used to say. The husband who died of heart attack at the young age, making her widow on the very bed on which she was now fucking her Jeth. Her husband had died while he was riding her asshole. She had never told anyone in the house, or even the doctor at the hospital where he was declared dead on arrival. She had to know if Sunil knew anything about it.

She used all her charm to ask, “Jethji, how do you know about your brother using my wrong hole for his pleasure? Did he talk to you about his anal conquest?”

Sunil laughed and replied, “He was my younger brother, Sejal. I taught him everything beşiktaş escort in life, and yes, he had asked me, and I had guided him on how to have anal sex. We did share our notes on how it feels, and I will tell you; he was very insistent on letting me know that the amount of pleasure he got in penetrating your tight ass, it was much more pleasurable than regular vaginal sex. It was I who used to talk sense into him for not making anal sex, a regular habit.”

Sejal shied with relief at this. But still, she was scared. Ever since her husband died, she felt that her asshole was cursed. She had been so taken aback that she had punished her asshole by retaining her bowel full till it was ready to burst. While she had punished it for two days max at a time and that too only for a week. And the punishment was affecting her health rather than punishing the source.

Sejal found herself on her hand and knees on the bed while Sunil had got a condom from his trousers which was stowed on the corner of the bed.

Sejal asked innocently, “It is supposed to be safe, then why the condom?”

Sunil pointed out, “It is safe, but I feel a thin lubricated condom is what helps easier and pleasurable penetration. After all, it is a non-lubricated hole.”

There was logic but then Sejal was too tragic because as soon as she felt Sunil positioning his erection on the entrance of her asshole, she was transferred in her mind to the night when her husband had anal with her the last time. She could feel her Jeth’s hard penis slowly stretch her asshole and soon enough aided by the lubricated condom, Sunil had pushed in his entire erection deep into her rectum.

Sejal screamed not in pain but with pleasure. That night her husband had lubricated his penis with her pussy juice and when he was not sure of the lubricative effect, he had spit in his palm and applied a copious amount of his saliva on his erection and entered her tight asshole in a very similar manner.

That day, and this day, she felt the same pleasure instead of the pain. Sunil was not sure why, but he too felt positive and pleasurable vibes emanating from his anal penetration of Sejal. He nearly stopped at Sejal’s anal depth and said,

“Sejal, you are fabulous. I had never imagined that there is any woman who would take it up her ass with so much pleasure. My brother was blessed to have you.”

Strangely, Sejal felt the strokes which had turned aggressive with her asshole being pummeled. But she enjoyed it. She too was transfixed like last time, two years ago when her husband had gathered a lot of pace and she had moaned hard like this day.

Sunil was so elated that he could not believe his luck. He had last talked to his brother, and he had mentioned that Sejal did not like anal sex, but when Sunil heard her moan instead of scream at his aggressive anal fucking, his facial expression was that of contentment rather than resentment of subjecting a woman to this disgusting act. His own wife allowed Sunil to have anal sex only out of affection and not out of passion. He always faced resistance on first request and so his only line of defense was lubricated condom.

Sejal was so carried away from the present situation. Her mind had taken her back to that faithful day when her late husband had penetrated her and he too had, with excitement, become aggressive in his inward thrusts into her delicately tight asshole. She was in trauma of what had happened, and her mind had now diverted her attention from Sunil to her late husband. Just like that day, Sejal felt that her asshole had relaxed by itself, etiler escort and the hard inward stroke touched her deep recesses of her rectum with her anal walls squeezing the rock-hard penis without allowing it to calm down. The hard slaps on her ass with the groin stopping from allowing any further entry of engorged penis, allowing only the previous depth of stroke to be reached, Sejal screamed with pleasure, “Fuck, don’t stop there. Push in harder and faster. Fuck me deeper, I feel you deserve the pleasure as much as I am getting. Fuck my ass harder!”

Sunil could not believe his ears. He had heard this type of reaction only in his dreams but here is Sejal who is asking him to be more aggressive. He was out of his depth to satisfy her lust for deep hard anal fucking. This was a turn of events for Sunil like it was for his brother, he guessed. He felt his body relax at a level like never before. He pushed and applied a very hard stroke and with a loud slap on Sejal’s ass with his body, he started to withdraw as far as he could without dislodging his penis completely from her ass. Sejal could not control herself and she quickly pushed her buttocks back hard as she sensed her late husband had started his deep thrust forward. Their bodies joined hard with penis completely inside Sejal’s asshole, with Sejal’s orgasm hitting her hard which emanated out of her mouth as a primitive guttural scream of passion. Like her late husband, even Sunil came very hard with his jets of spurts getting accumulated within the confines of the condom, bathing his rock-hard penis with his own sperms from the immense pleasure derived from this aggressive anal fucking.

Sunil’s pleasure knew no bounds. He was elated just like his brother and the anal pleasure which he got was out of this world. He had always told his brother that if he ever finds someone who reciprocates anal love with aggression of pleasure and orgasm from anal fucking love, then he would be in heaven. Sunil felt his heart filled with tremendous anal love from Sejal. His heart could not manage the pleasure relief because his pent-up thoughts for fucking an anal loving lady were fulfilled. The achievement of an ultimate goal in life triggered hard, just like his brother’s would have been two years ago.

Sunil knew in his heart that his brother had died a happy soul and when his last spurt of cum was spent in the condom with his penis still buried to the hilt of Sejal’s asshole, his eyes had become teary and he could see his brother smiling at him extending his hand saying, “You have found heaven my brother. Come with me.”

Sejal came to her senses as her anal orgasm subsided, and she felt the weight of her late husband on her body. She moved a bit to reduce the weight saying, “Oh dear, I never knew I had this in me. I hope we are able to do this anal shit fuck till eternity. I love you my dear, from the very bottom of my ass.”

Sejal came out of her stupor and started crying. It was as if she was re-living her moments with her late husband and when she felt the weight on her body, she looked behind saying what she had said last time, “Dear, don’t fear. I am always here, for you with all my ass and love.”

This time too she was shocked because in the same pose with the same force, the body of her Jeth slid besides her, with a contented smiling face with a stopped heart which had reached its goal.

Sejal was shocked out of her senses. She was again not prepared for this. She was jinxed she felt. She dialed up for ambulance because they were all trained now from last time experience. She was relieved that the condom had saved her the displeasure of running with the trophy cum in her bum, but she had to belabor to get rid of the smelly condom and also had to be ready with a reason as to why was her Jeth naked in her room on the very same bed and nearly in the same pose as his brother who had died of similar heart attack two years ago.

Was she an angel of anal death or grim reaper of anal pleasure?

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