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#31 | Posted: 18 Jul 2011 08:45
Mistaken when drunk

I can say it was a fantastic weekend.
I actually thought I was in for a pretty crappy weekend.
Let's start with a little about myself.
I live at home with my mom and older sister.
Dad left just before we turned teens but still is part of our lives.
I'm a normal geeky guy. I'm 6 feet tall and weigh about 165 pounds. I have brown hair and blue eyes.
I don't really think I'm bad looking. And, since I measure, I am 8".
This makes me feel a little more comfortable in the showers at schools.
My sister and I get a lot for short periods of time normally.
She's a year older than me. She is your typical miss popular, Homecoming queen, cheerleader and all.
My sister is about 5'5 medium length brown hair and hazel eyes about 125 pounds.
Most guys think she's hot, and I will admit she's pretty attractive, but she is my sister.
My sister’s friends and I don't usually get along at all. Mostly her best friend Janelle has a disliking to me.
She likes to act like she's better than me and turns her nose up when she's around.
Despite being a snob, she is a real hottie! She's about 5'2 about 110 pounds, Hispanic and American mix.
She also has a cute perky chest that seems to defy gravity. They aren't that big, probably something in the area of a B cup.

This was one of the weekends that I was supposed to spend with my dad. Usually it's just he and I since my sister is always busy.
When dad called to cancel I was pretty bummed.
I knew my sister was having her friend and their boyfriends over Saturday night and I really didn't want to be home.
Mom had to work until 10 that night, so I knew it would just be the 5 of us. Oh joy!
Though typically my sister and her boyfriend would go down to the basement to watch TV.
My sister's boyfriend is older and usually brings beer or alcohol when he comes.
My mom doesn't really like that they drink and usually insists that anyone drinking stays until they are sober.

At about 8 o'clock Janelle, her boyfriend Chris and my sister's boyfriend Jim arrive. Of course they have a bottle of something and beer in tow.
Janelle gives me her normal huff to let me know she's not happy with me being there. Chris and Jim just say "Hey."
They soon disappear down to the basement and I hear the TV come on.

Since I have nothing better to do, I flop on the couch and watch some TV also.
After about an hour I get up and head to the bathroom.
As I pass the basement door I hear them talking.
"Not now, he's up stairs. Wait until later".
"I swear I hear him, she's going to walk in on us".
It was Janelle having bigger issues with me being home than normal.
I guess her boyfriend wasn't happy with her attitude about it either.
After using the bathroom I did sneak down the stairs a little and peeked in on them.
They were all sitting on the couch making out.
Jim and my sister were pretty heaving in to it.
Jim had his hand up my sister’s shirt and I saw my sister’s hand rubbing his crotch.
Janelle and Chris weren't so happy though.
They were making out, but every time Jim tried to cop a feel she's push his hand away.
When he would stop, she would say it was because I was nearby.
Not that I really cared what they did.
I didn't really see them the rest of the time they were down there. I did hear them come upstairs to use the bathroom.
The small downside is there isn't one in our basement.

About 10:30, mom came home.
She knew my sister had company and decided to go downstairs to see what state they were in.
Of course, there were 2 empty bottles of vodka and a handful of empty beer bottles.
My sister and Jim were a little drunk, but Chris and Janelle were smashed!
I guess they decided since I was home and they couldn't get each other off, they'd get drunk.

My mother made her normal command decision that everyone was going to sleep here until morning and they were all sober.
My sister told Janelle she could share her room and Chris could sleep on the pull-out sofa in the basement and Jim would crash on the sofa in the living room.

My mom went upstairs and headed for her room to crash for the night.
My sister and Janelle headed to the bathroom, followed by Jim when they were finished.
Jim headed to the living room and my sister helped Janelle stumble to her room.
I was heading to the bathroom myself when Chris came out of it. He stumbled out and leaned against the wall.
I knew if the wall wasn't there he'd be on the floor.
"Damn dude, you look like hell", I told him.
"Yeah, I purrty fucked up. Feel like shit too".
"You gonna be sick" I asked?
His head laid back against the wall in agony.
"Dunno, maybe" he replied.

I really didn't want a big mess in the basement that I knew I would somehow have to clean.
"Why don't you crash in my room? It's next to the bathroom, just in case" I offered.

"Thanks little dude".
And with that I helped him to my room and he flopped on my bed and soon passed out.

I went to the bathroom and figured I would just sleep downstairs.
I liked to sleep in the basement. Especially in the summer time. It's cooler, darker and sometimes quieter than my room.

I went down to the basement and folded out the couch. I got the spare blankets and pillow from the closet and stripped down to my boxers.
I flipped off the lights and crawled in to bed.
The basement is darker than most rooms in the house, but not that dark.
There are 2 small sunken windows that allow enough light to see your way around and cast a glow on opposite wall.
Luckily the foldout bed has its head nearest the windows and shows the light where the feet face.

As I lay there feeling the cool air and relaxing a bit I listen to the sounds of the house.
I can hear the fans for the air-conditioning turn on and off and a few creaks here and there.
My mind thought back to when I crept down the stairs and saw them all making out.
I started to feel a little guilty for ruining their grope session. Then I remembered Janelle doesn't like me anyway.
That was the end of that feeling.
I felt myself relax more and more and my eyes becoming heavy.
Then someone flushed a toilet upstairs.
The sound of the water rushing down the pipes is about the loudest thing in the basement.
I laid there and listened to the water trickle through the pipes in the wall and finally fall silent.
I started to relax again when I thought I heard creaks on the steps.
The creaks continued followed by some thuds of feet. Sure enough it sounded as if someone was coming down to the basement.
When they go to the bottom step I could barely make out the figure. But even in the dim light I knew it could only be Janelle.
"Great" I thought, “What did she forget now?" I knew she must be coming down to retrieve something she left down here.

I covered my eyes to protect them from the impending glare of the lights that were about to be turned on.

As I laid there waiting for the lights, I could hear Janelle stumbling about. Obviously still very drunk.
Then I swore I felt someone hit the side of the bed.

I uncovered my eyes and sure enough there was Janelle standing next to the bed in just a long t-shirt.

I started to say "What the...”, but that was all I got out before Janelle said, "Shhh".
Then I watched as she lifted her shirt up over her head.
The light from the windows seemed to glow right on her as she pulled herself out of her shirt.
There she stood in just a pair of panties. Her tits were firm and perky.
I couldn't believe that she was there standing next to the bed.
Then she wavered a little, I'm sure from the alcohol and put one hand on the couch to steady herself.
From what I could see from only feet away, she had a great body! And I can't deny that I felt a twitch under the covers.
Then she stood back up and put her hands on her panties and down they came.

"I must be dreaming", I thought to myself.
I could just make out the nicely trimmed triangle of her pubic patch and I felt another twitch under the sheets.

I tried again to speak with a "Wait...”
But again she leaned down and put a hand over my mouth. A little unsteady I might add and said "Shhh. I told you later".

Later?

She pulled the covers back from me and let her hand slide down my chest and down to my boxers.
I felt her hand slide down and grip my now growing shaft.

"Mmm, someuns happy see me" she slurred out.
And with that she fished my cock out of the hole in my boxers and started to stroke it.

My mind was a little blurry. How can this be? What's going on?
Then I realized that she must have thought Chris was sleeping in the basement.
I thought about telling her it was me for a second, but her hand felt really good stroking my cock.
As I looked back down I could see her lowering her head and I felt the warm moisture of her mouth engulfing my member.
I let out a soft grunt as she slid it in.
The feeling was great!
She worked my shaft in and out of her mouth with her hand following, stroking.
She used her other hand to drag her nails softly along my chest, my legs and to gently play with my balls.
I continued to moan softly and I could hear her slurping and sucking as she enjoyed my cock.
"Have you gown since lass time?" she as fumbled out.
"You feel bigger."

I didn't respond. I didn't want her to hear my voice and figure out her mistake.
I simply put my hands on her head and gently guided her back down.
She followed my lead and lowered her head back to my cock.
She gave a really great blowjob and I knew I wouldn't be lasting long.
As she cupped and squeezed my balls I could feel the juices starting to boil.
I didn't know what to expect. Did she normally swallow or spit?
Should I tell her I'm about to cum?
I decided to let things just happen as I felt the rush of pleasure tingle along my body, and up through my shaft.
As my cock shot out its first load, Janelle slowed her head bobbing and sucked hard with her hand stroking my shaft.
All of my cum shot in to her mouth and down her throat.

I couldn't believe it. Little miss snotty bitch to me just swallowed my cum.
I was feeling pretty satisfied with myself she raised her head up and looked at me still stroking my partially deflated cock.

"I hope you have more from me", she mused.
She pushed my boxers down and off.
With that she turned herself around in the bed and straddled my face.
She lowered her pussy next to my mouth as she lowered hers back on to my cock.

I could smell the lust coming from her pussy.
I pulled my finger up and slid it along her slit.
She was soaking wet.
I moved my head forward and slipped my tongue lightly along her pussy.
I heard her moan in delight as she continued to suck and play with my cock.

I enjoyed in the taste of her juices and hungrily licked and lapped at her pussy.
The more I licked her pussy and flicked her clit, the more she moaned and really got in sucking my cock.
I could feel her grinding her pussy in to my mouth harder and harder.
She was breathing much harder and had stopped sucking me, but stroked my now rehardened cock.
She finally gripped my leg and I could feel her body shake as she had a nice little orgasm.

It only took her a couple of seconds after her pleasure to pull herself away from my face and I watched as she straddled my shaft and lowered herself on me.
We both let out a moan as she lowered herself down on to me.
I put my hands on her hips as she started sliding up and down on my shaft.

I was in 7th heaven. Her pussy felt better than her blowjobs. I could feel it gripping my shaft as she slid up and down.

I slowly sat up a little to grab hold of those perky little tits of hers from behind when she leaned forward on to all fours.
I quickly got up and re-entered her doggy style.
I grabbed her hips and pulled her in to me.
Each thrust seemed to go deeper and deeper.
She as moaning more and more and getting a little louder.
"God you feel good, so big. Fuck Chris, I've never felt you this big" she moaned.

I didn't really care if she thought I was her boyfriend, I was just enjoying the fuck.

Then she did something that made me a little nervous.
She let one leg fall and rolled on to her back.
She then reached up and pulled me on to her.
I let my cock slide back in to her wanting pussy as she let out a grunted moan.
I started fucking her again as she wrapped her legs around me and I felt her nails along my back.
She pulled me down to her mouth and we kissed.
Out tongues darted in and out, our lips were matched. I kissed along her neck and lowered them to suck her nipples.
How she didn't know I wasn't Chris is beyond me, and I didn't care at the time.

I felt her clinching in to me then felt her pushing me.
She rolled us both over with her on top.

I watched as she put her hands on my chest and worked her hips up and down, back and forth.
I reached up and took her breasts in my hands, so firm, the nipples so hard.
I could feel her grinding in to me.
The more she rocked and grinded the more she moaned and groaned.
I could feel her pussy gripping me with each move and I knew I wouldn't last long.
Luckily I didn't have to hold back much longer.
I felt her nails start to dig in to my chest again and I felt her pussy gripping my shaft tighter.
Her breathing became harder and harder and I knew she was about to cum.
The feeling of her fucking me, her pussy pulsating on my shaft and the sounds of her moans were too much for me to hold back anymore.
I felt the surge of pleasure rush from my balls again.
Her movements became shorter and her moans and voice became higher as she squealed.
"Fuck, yes, yes, God Yes!!, Aahhhhh!!!"
I felt her body tense and tremble again.
I couldn't hold back any longer. The feeling and sounds of her orgasm released my last blockade.
I let out a loud grunt and moan as I shot my cum in to her waiting pussy.
I thrusted up inside of her with each blast of cum. Each thrust causing her to squeal again.
When her body finally ease and relaxed she flopped down on top of my chest.
"God that was great! I don't remember feeling you so big".
I just lay there quietly and stroked her hair a little.
Luckily the head of the foldout bed is darker and harder to see.
She then kissed me and got out of bed. She grabbed her shirt and swayed up the stairs.

I lay in bed with my mind buzzing.
I still couldn't believe it. Not only had Janelle sucked me off and swallowed my cum, but fucked me silly too,

Slowly I drifted off to sleep with a big smile on my face.

The next morning I woke up to the sounds of people upstairs.
I got up and pulled on my boxers, shorts and shirt.
Then I put away the bed and noticed that Janelle had left her panties on the floor.
I picked them up and put them in to my pocket and headed upstairs.

When I got to the top of the stairs Janelle was waiting to go in to the bathroom.
She looked a little surprised when I came out of the basement door.
When Chris opened the door to my room and came out, I could see the realization setting in.
Janelle just looked at me with a worried and anxious look on her face.
Then she lowered her head and went back in to my sister’s room.

"Dude, what's with her?" asked Chris.
"I dunno, maybe last night was too much for her?" I said with a smirk.

It turned out to be a good weekend after all.
And I must say that Janelle treats me a little different these days.

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub the unforgiven
     
#32 | Posted: 18 Jul 2011 08:47
Sailing with my daughter and friend

Most people understand how mistakes happen and how things can easily get out of control.
If you're a guy and there's a beautiful woman trying to seduce you, sometimes our moral compass gets stuck.


I am a pretty happily married 44 year old man. I married a wonderful woman 18 years ago and have a wonderful 17 year old daughter, April.
As with most marriages, there are good days and bad days. Sometimes we feel neglected and other times the king of the world.
Though, for the past several years, a certain area of my marriage has been diminishing, Sex.
Though my wife and I talk about everything and she knows I want more, it never seems to manifest itself into reality. There's always something that needs to be done, or she's too tired or our daughter is around.
So, over the years it has dwindled to once every 4 10 6 months and then only a quick romp, no foreplay or oral activities.

Needless to say, I have spent my share of time pleasuring myself.

One of the hobbies that has always brought me and my family a lot of pleasure is sailing.
We have a nice 36 foot sailboat and we try to go sailing as a family as often as possible during the summer months. My wife is a nurse and sometimes has to work the weekends, which allows my daughter and I some bonding time on the water. We've enjoyed our time together sailing or playing games or just talking. I am often the one April comes to talk to since I am the least conservative parent.

When my daughter turned 12 she met her best friend Sara. From then on they were together often. I watched over the years as they both grew in to attractive young ladies. Both girls were about 5'5 and around 110 pounds. April has brown hair that comes just past her shoulders and brown eyes like her mother. Sara has light brown, almost sandy blonde hair that is slightly curly and beautiful blue eyes. Sara also has a slightly rounder face than April and a slightly larger chest, April being a small 34B and Sara being a 36C. Both girls enjoy playing sports and swimming which keeps them both in amazing shape.


As a practice we try to go sailing most weekends during the summer. Naturally April asked if Sara could come along and I agreed. I was a little sad when we set out and April and Sara retired to the foredeck to tan and chat. I couldn't help but feel a little sad to be losing some of our quality time. Though Sara fit in nicely and became like part of the family.

Over the next 3 years I watch as April and Sara went from scrawny, awkward girls in to (too) quickly developing ladies. Last summer, my wife's Aunt became ill so my wife spent a lot of her free time going down to look after her and helping her out.

This, of course cut in to our "family sailing time", but I knew it was important.
April and Sara however still wanted to continue our sailing time so I would often take them and go sailing with just the three of us. Most days it would just be a day sail, leave in the morning and come back in the evening. Usually a couple of times a summer we would anchor out and spend the night.

Now sailing with 2 teenage girls was a lot like sailing alone. It usually went like this. Shortly after leaving the docks, the girls would plant themselves on the foredeck and commence to sunning themselves in their bikinis. Around lunchtime they would come back to the cockpit, we'd eat lunch then they would return to the foredeck.

I didn't really mind much. After all, I got to go sailing and every time I looked forward, I was greeted with the site of 2 beautiful young figures (even if one was my daughter).

On our fifth trip of the summer with just the three of us, April had asked if we could anchor out by crooked island. It's not the real name but one she had given it growing up and we let it stick. It was a small island that had one good holding area big enough for one boat and a few rocks that jutted out over the water to jump off of. Usually when we anchored there we were pretty secluded and rarely saw any other boats. I agreed and we loaded up the boat and headed out for the 4 hour sail to the island.

As usual, once the sails were set the girls proceeded to the foredeck and commenced tanning. After about an hour my daughter walked back to the cockpit and sat next to me. I knew she had something on her mind and just asked "What's up pumpkin?"
She almost seemed a little embarrassed then asked if it would be ok if they tanned topless. Then she proceeded to explain how they didn't want the tan lines and the other girls at school did and so on.
To tell you the truth, I didn't really care. I knew that a lot of girls did. I also knew that my wife would not be too happy with the idea. I told April that I really didn't care, but her mother would not approve at all. April agreed but said that they would only do it when mom wasn't here and they wouldn't talk about it away from the boat.
I told them that they could only do it if we were away from other boaters and they would have to cover up if another boat came by.

April quickly agreed, gave me a quick hug and went back to Sara. I watched as April told Sara the news then each untied their bikini tops and lay down on their backs.

OK, so I know it was probably wrong to do it, especially in secret, but what harm is it for them to tan topless?

Though I don't think I was really ready for the scenery now present on my deck. I always had a sight of the girls tanning, but now as I looked forward I was presented with two sets of breasts. Two very perky sets of breasts. From my vantage point about 12 feet away I could clearly make out Sara’s wonderful breasts and in the cool breeze I could swear I could see two very hard nipples.

I snapped out of my stare and said to myself "What are you doing?" I tried to busy myself with checking sails, our course and watching out for other boats.

We reached the island around 1 and I lowered the sails. The girls quickly replaced their tops and April helped anchor the boat.

Once secure, we made a light lunch of cheeses, fruit, crackers and salami. The girls continued to chat about school, other friends, clothes, etc. I personally couldn't help but star at Sara's chest and swore I could almost make out her nipples under her bikini top.

After lunch, the girls jumped in to the water and swam to the island to jump off the rocks and swim around. Being the middle of summer, the water as still chilly, but a nice change from the hot afternoon sun.
I finished cleaning up after lunch and hit the head. Then I turned on the radio and found some music to listen to. After that I took a jump in the water myself to cool off. And cool it was. I had just swum around to the ladder when I saw the girls heading back. They said they were cold and were going to go warm up. I watched as they climbed the ladder and the water made their suits cling to their tight little bodies.
I swam away from the boat a little to try to clear my head. I decided to swim toward the bow of the boat and just float. I floated for a little bit, but the cool water was starting to set a chill in me as well. As I turned over to start swimming back I happen to see the girls sitting on the deck and removing their tops. There were those lovely young breasts defying gravity before me.
I quickly stuck my head in the water and swam back to the cockpit. Still I couldn't get that vision out of my mind.

The girls continued to sun themselves until around 4, then they came back and we played scrabble until dinner time. I almost thought it seemed as though Sara was constantly looking at me with that cute smile of hers. After dinner the girls did the dishes then asked it was ok if they played War. I agreed and took my drink up on deck. I sat in the cockpit and enjoyed the relative silence off it all, relative, meaning over the sounds of the girls below. Around 8, both girls came up on deck and we all relaxed. Sara commented on how peaceful and beautiful it was and thanked me for bringing her. Around 9 the girls went below to get ready for bed. I did one last check of the anchor and decided to head to bed myself. As I descended the stairs, Sara came out of the forward cabin in just a large t-shirt and who knows what underneath. Though I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra as her nipples were very noticeable through the thin fabric. She quickly slipped in to the head and my daughter came out next in her tank top and shorts to wait her turn.

April thanked me again for bringing them to the island and for everything today. I gave her a hug and a kiss on the forehead then watch as Sara come out of the head and April went in. I swear Sara did an extra wiggle. After the girls were in their cabin, I shut down the lights and went to the head myself. I climbed in to the berth in the aft cabin and did my best to try to sleep. I could still hear some giggling and light chatting from the girls. And every time I closed my eyes, all I could see were their succulent breasts. As much as I tried, the only thing that was happening was an erection. I slowly stroked myself thinking of Sara until I released my tension. Then I let the rocking of the boat lull me to sleep.

The next morning I enjoyed my coffee in the cockpit until the girls woke up. Then we had a nice breakfast, a quick swim then weighed anchor to head for home.


For the next couple of trips my wife was able to join us on our sailing. As promised, the girls tanned in their bikinis with no mention of anything else.

The following trip was the 3 of us again and as soon as we left the breakwater, the girls looked at me and said, "Middle of the lake?"
I couldn't help but chuckle and pointed the boat toward open water.
The girls quickly took their positions and waiting until we were away from other boaters to remove their tops.

This went on through the remainder of July. The second weekend in August went a little different though.

The girls were tanning topless as usual on the deck. After about 15 minutes my daughter put on her tank top and came back to the cockpit. I could tell she had something on her mind again. This was similar to when she asked about the topless request.
"What’s on your mind pumpkin?" I asked, waiting for who knows what this time.
"Dad, do you think it would be OK if we tanned nude?"
I was taken back a little by the request. Topless was one thing, but nude? I know I am pretty open minded and have sailed nude myself, but the girls?
"I don't think that would be a good idea honey. Your mother would really through a fit if she ever found out."
"She won't!" April insisted, "She hasn't found out about us sunning topless. Besides all the girls at school are doing it."
Of course, there's the underlying reason. Meaning, the popular girls are talking about it and now they wants to.
After a couple more minutes of pleading and those puppy dog eyes I relented.
She thanked me and gave me a quick hug then moved back up to the foredeck.
I watched over the cabin sole as the girls sat on their towels and removed their tops and bottoms.
My wife would kill me for sure if she found out.
I felt a little relief as the girls laid down on their stomachs. It wouldn't be as apparent if a boat did happen to cruise by. Even from my location it wasn't that noticeable they were naked.

As normal I kept a vigil out for other boats and did my best to keep the sails from blocking their sun.

We sailed for about an hour and I hadn't really given the girls much thought. I tended to the sails and just enjoyed the feel of the waves and wind. I was getting a little thirsty and decided the girls might be also. So, I hoped below deck to get some drinks. I peered over the cabin again to see the girls still on their stomachs. I took a quick pee in the head and grabbed a soda for myself and two for the girls.
I came back up in to the cockpit and put mine in the cup holder than walked forward. A beautiful spinnaker caught my attention as I moved forward and left me totally unprepared for what I was about to see.

When I turned back I found the girls had repositioned themselves while I was below deck. Now I had two young ladies laying on their backs in full glory!
I stood there for a minute mesmerized by the view of the sun on their slightly tanned bodies, their perky breasts, hardened nipples, the trimmed triangle of hair between my daughter’s legs and the small strip of hair trimmed between Sara’s all framed by the tan lines from their bikini bottoms. I felt a slight guilt as I became aware of blood rushing to my groin.
The boat lunged a little and snapped me back to reality. I shook my head to clear it, took a deep breath and continued on. I cleared my throat in a loud manner to alert the girls to my presence.
"I brought you some drinks" I said as nonchalantly as I could muster.
My daughter jumped a little bit and sat up, pulling her legs up to her cover up a little. She seemed a little embarrassed. Sara put her hand up to block the sun from her eyes and just smiled and said thanks as she slowly rolled on to her side to cover up and took the drink.
I am sure I was blushing a bit myself.
I slowly stumbled back to the cockpit and sat down.
I could see the girls on the foredeck talking and giggling. Occasionally they would look back my way. Who knew what they were talking about? I hope they didn't see the rising I had in my shorts.
I sat in the cockpit trying to will my erection to subside. I just couldn't get the image of those naked bodies out of my head.
At lunchtime the girls put back on their suits and joined me in the cockpit.
I apologized for walking up there like that. I explained how I thought they were still on their stomachs.
April said it wasn't any big deal. I had just surprised her that's all, and that I had seen her naked when she was younger. Sara just smiled and it wasn't any big deal to her either. She figured when they asked to tan naked most likely I would see them. We continued to eat lunch and the girls chatted. I tried not to look at the girls too much. Each time I did, my mind would erase the swimsuits and I am sure I was blushing.

After lunch we turned the boat around and headed home. We still had a few hours of sailing ahead of us so the girls returned to their sun worshiping.
As they peeled off their suits again images raced through my head again and I felt the familiar rise in my shorts. I couldn't stand the pressure this time.

I set the autopilot and retreated below deck to my cabin where I proceeded to stroke myself to a fairly quick orgasm.

Returning to the cockpit I felt a little better for the rest of the trip home, though I could still see their naked forms as I peered forward.

The remaining sailing season went pretty much the same. When my wife came with us, it was bikini tanning; when she was absent it was naked girls on deck.
I will admit I was sad to see the sailing season end.
The girls continued to hangout over the winter and I would catch myself glimpsing over at Sara and replaying images of her tanning herself.
My wife would catch me in my dazed state and ask me what I was thinking of. I always made up something about work or sometime unimportant.

I was very happy when it was time to put the boat back in the water again. Even though the weather was still chilly, it gave me a chance to get back to one of the things I enjoyed.

My wife, daughter and I spent some fun weekends on the boat while the weather was chilly. We'd still go sailing and anchor out, have game night of cards or scrabble or something.
Sometimes Sara would come along as well.
Between my wife’s schedule and still helping out her Aunt, April and I continued our father/daughter bonding time while sailing. I actually enjoyed having her come without Sara as it gave us more time to talk and interact. It wasn't long before the sun warmed up enough for tanning and the girls were looking to tan. Without my wife on board we headed out and the girls stripped out of their clothes. We had our routine, they would tan, we would have lunch, I would retreat for a little self pleasuring, and we would return home.

About the middle of July, April was having Sara over for a sleepover. We were sitting around watching a movie on TV when my wife informed me that she was going to be helping her Aunt out the following weekend and April had a sleepover at her friend Christine’s house.
She then asked me what I was going to do with a free weekend. I told her I didn't know, but I would probably do a little sailing as the weather was supposed to be fantastic!
She explained how jealous she was that I got such wonderful alone time on the water, but went on about her business.

That weekend came and it was a beautiful day. The sun was out with only a few white puffy clouds. The winds were about 20 knots and it was 85 degrees. I drove up to the docks at 8am like I normally do. I took a little time to wash down the deck and clear off some of the cobwebs that accumulate over the week. I started up the old iron genny in preparation to head out and went below to stow the sail cover and get something to drink for the voyage.
I had just reached in to the fridge when I thought I heard a voice over the sound of the motor.
"Ahoy, Mr. B" came a familiar voice.
I climbed up in to the cockpit and standing there on the dock was Sara. She had on her normal blue jean shorts, tank top with bikini underneath and her beach bag over her shoulder.
I was a little confused to say the least.

"Sara? What are you doing here? April isn't here today."

"I know" she replied. "I thought you might enjoy some company for your sailing trip."
"Umm, I don't know." I started.
"Come on, I've already told my mom I was going and she gone now."

I was a little leery at first, but what was I going to do, leave her stranded here until I got back?
I agreed and she quickly hoped on board.
She told me that she had told her mom that we were staying on the boat last night, and since she had dance class Friday night she was to meet up here Saturday morning.
I was still a little upset about her lying to her mother, but the idea of company did sound good. It would almost be like having April on board.
After putting her bag below she helped me untie the lines and we motored out of the slip.
"Is it like driving a car?" Sara asked?
"Huh?"
It took me a second to realize what she was talking about. In all the times having her with us, Sara and April always did their own thing. Sara had never really helped out with the boat.
"It's pretty similar if not a little easier; less things to hit." I joked.
"Can I try?" she asked
I stepped aside and let her take the wheel. I gave her some instructions on the rules of the road with other boats and we headed out of the marina.
It was nice having someone steer while I took care of the sails and before long we were gliding through the waves under wind alone.

I tried to teach her a little about sailing and I tried to talk with her about her plans for next year, working and what my limited teen subject matter would allow.
After about 20 minutes she asked I would take the wheel. Instead I showed her how to set the autopilot.

Sara went below deck and disappeared in to the head.
When she came out, I could see her below deck taking off her tank top and shorts and emerge back in to the cockpit in her little bikini.
I watched her lay down on the settee opposite me and stretched out in the sun.
I laughed slightly.
She looked at me confused.
I explained how this is the longest I think she's been on my boat without retreating to the foredeck to tan.
"Well it's not the same without April here, you know. Besides there is plenty of sun back here and the cushion feels more comfortable."
I couldn't argue with that.
We sailed on for a little longer and I tacked to a new heading. I instinctually moved to the raised side where Sara was laying.
Wow, she was beautiful. She was laying there on her back, one arm behind her head, the other laying down by her side. On leg was straight on the settee and the other arched over the back of the seat giving me a view of a wonderful little camel toe.
Again I felt a little ashamed as I felt a pulse jump in my groin. I did my best to look elsewhere.
After a little bit, Sara sat up and looked around. Then she turned to me.

"Mr. B, would you mind if I tanned like normal?" she asked.

My mind was screaming "NO! Turn around! Head home!"
But that other voice inside me won out and what I said was "Sure, if you want to".

With that I watched as she undid her top and let it fall to the floor. Another pulse shot through growing cock.
The she pulled her bottoms off and let them fall. As she resumed her position I now had a sight of heaven. Not only were there two perky breasts, but her legs parted allowing me to see all of her heavenly glory.

I tried my best to keep my mind and eyes on sailing.
Then I noticed her hand move. She slowly moved her hand up along her shoulder, down softly over her breast to a wind hardened nipple. I swear she gave it a pinch.
Then she slowly moved her hand down her stomach and along her outstretched leg.
Then she bent her leg and let her hand travel back down and slide along her slit.

My mind was foggy. I was mesmerized. This couldn't be happening. It had to be a daydream; my own perverted daydream.

Then Sara sat up and looked at me.
"Mr. B" she said.
"Huh? I mean yes Sara?" I was obviously lost.
Sara gave me a coy smile and said, "This might seem a little strange, but it feels kind of weird being the only one naked."
I took a sad but relieved sigh, thinking she would be getting dressed and lessening the tension.
"Would you be naked too?"
Huh? What? Where? I didn't just hear that. No way, that can't happen!
"I don't know Sara." I replied, trying to think of a good excuse.
"It's OK Mr. B. I've seen guys naked before. And besides, I would feel better not being the only one."
Sure I thought, but how would I explain the hard on between my legs?
Time to head home, get back to the docks! My mind was sending up flags all over the place.
Common sense would be to run for home. But common sense didn't win.
"OK, just this once" I told her. I still wasn't sure how to explain my erection.
I decided to tack the boat again so I could be on the opposite side of the cockpit. That way I wasn't staring straight at her slit.
After the tack, I moved to the opposite settee. I tried to think of anything to decrease the blood flow to my cock. Sara sat there staring at me, as if waiting to see if I could go through with it.

I finally took a large breath and removed my shirt and shorts. My cock had subsided a small amount, but still pretty rigid.
Sara seemed to smile and all I heard was "Nice!"
Then she layed back on the settee and returned to her tanning.
It was hard to tell but I almost felt as if she was looking at me through her squinted eyes. I placed my arm over my erection, trying my best to hide it.

We sailed for a few more minutes and I was working hard on easing my erection when I noticed Sara's hand softly caressing her shoulder, then breasts again.

I thought I would try something else to get my mind off of this desirable girl laying naked only a few feet from me.
"Sara, would you like something to drink?"
Sara sat up and looked at me. "Sure, I'll get it." And with that she popped below deck.
I could see her beautiful naked figure in the galley fishing two sodas from the cooler.
She returned to the cockpit in all her glory, two sodas in hand. She put one in the cup holder near the wheel than stretched out her hand to give me the other.
I took it from her and she sat down next to me. Her feet folded sideways under her, leaning toward me on her arm.
"You know, you look better than I imagined you would." she confessed.
"Excuse me? Imagined I would?" I stated in my own confused way.
"I've tried to imagine what you would look like since that first time you walked up on us naked."
Each word seemed to not only cloud my mind more but send a new pulse of blood to my re-growing erection.
"And reality looks better than my fantasies".
Fantasies? This was really too much to take in.

"I can't believe Ms. B isn't all over you."
"Excuse me?" I asked.

"April told me how you and your wife don't do it much." she told me.
I had had conversations with April about marriage and life. I had always been open with her and honest. I just never figured she'd tell anyone about certain things.

"Well, things don't always work out the way you want them to." I was hoping to change the subject.

Then she gave a quick chuckle.
"What's so funny?" I asked.

"It seems I've had you more that your wife." she mused.
I was very confused.
"I don't understand" I declared.

Then she proceeded to tell me how me seeing her naked when we sailed had been a turn on for her. And how she had spent many nights fantasizing about how I looked naked and masturbating to what it might be like to be touched and kissed by me.

I was truly in disbelief. My head was spinning and my erections beyond hiding.
"I noticed you watching me today and I liked it. I really want you to touch me."
There was almost a begging in her voice.
I looked at her with all intent on telling her we need to stop and head home.
But as I turned, I saw a yearning in her eyes, she moved close to me and before I knew it, our lips met.
We kissed, our lips caressed, our tongues played.
I moved my hand down around her back and my other hand found her firm breast.
I squeezed and I heard her moan through our kiss.
I took her nipple between my fingers, amazed at the feeling. Then I felt a soft hand wrap around my cock. I broke our kiss long enough to look down and see her hand slowly stroking me.
I too let out a sigh of pleasure and returned to our kiss.

It was Sara that broke our kiss next.
"There's something I've been fantasizing about doing for a long time now."
And with that she moved me legs apart and lowered herself in to the floor of the cockpit.
I watched as this beautiful young woman stroked me, her eyes fixated on my erection.
Then she lowered herself and took me in to her mouth.
I moaned out loud as my head sank back and my eyes closed.
It had been nearly 13 years since my last blowjob and the feeling of Sara's mouth was incredible.
I slowly rolled my head around and looked down to see her peering up at me with those blue eyes. My cock was sliding in and out of her mouth and her hand was stroking me.
"God that feels great!" was all I could muster along with another moan.
And with that, she lowered her head and continued her sucking, bobbing and stroking.
I watched as she wonderfully pleasured my shaft and used her free hand to squeeze and play with her nipples.

The years of neglect and the taboo of the situation soon caused an explosion in my balls.
I felt the growing eruption flowing as my breath quickened. I felt her sucking and stroking quicken as well.
I began to moan louder and managed to get out an "I'm cum...” before I exploded in her mouth.
She stopped her head bobbing and slowly stroked and sucked all of the juices out of me.

I sat there in a state of limbo. The reality of what had just happened, the pleasure of it all.

Shortly thereafter, Sara moved up, still holding my deflating cock in her hand.
She came up on the settee and we kissed some more.
I knew what I should have done, but I also knew I wanted to repay her for the pleasure she had just given me. Wrong or not, I knew what I was going to do.

I slowly laid Sara down on the cushion in the cockpit. I made a quick look around. The winds had lighted and other boats were nearby.
I lowered my lips and kissed hers again. Then I slowly moved over to her neck and down her shoulder. Soon, I felt lips kissing the rise of her beast. I had been longing myself to feel her nipple against my tongue. I felt it enter my mouth and I licked and suckled. I heard her let out a moan and felt hear fingers run through my hair.
I let my hands caress her mounds and took time to kiss and lick each one.
Then I let my lips continue their travels down. I kissed over her ribs and over her stomach.
I kissed my way down until I found her little strip of hair she had trimmed. I let my tongue and lips follow her pathway to heaven. Finally, there I was, only inches away from this entrance to paradise. I could see moisture glistening in the sun along her slit.
I slowly slid my tongue along her opening, tasting her nectar. She let out a gasp as my tongue slipped along her clit.
I let my tongue taunt and tease, open and please. I then took my finger and slowly let it enter her.
Sara gave out a loud moan as she pulled my head closer.
As I continued to finger and lick one of her hands left my head. I looked up to see her playing with her nipples again.
The sight and sound of her pleasure was once again causing me to stir. But this wasn't about me.

I could hear her breathing getting deeper and quicker, I arched my finger up inside of her and took her clit in my mouth.
And as if on cue, her body tensed, and twitched. I saw her teeth grit and her abs tighten. She let out a guttural "Grrrrraahhhhhh", then a loud moaning "yeeaaaaaaaaaaa. Oh Fuck! Oh! Oh! Errrraahhhahhh". Then a louder moan as her fingers dug in to my skull and gripped my hair.
I made very small movements with me tongue and fingers as her body twitched several more times.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! I can't... I can't..." she panted.
I then moved up and we locked in a heated kiss.
When we separated, she looked at me.
"Better than your fantasy" I grinned?
Sara got a big grin on her face almost laughing.

Sara looked down and saw my semi rigid cock. "Looks like you need more attention".
"Let me do something before we get to that".

I noticed that we were pretty far out in the lake.
So, I quickly turned us toward home and adjusted the sails to keep us on course but at a pretty slow pace. There weren't any other boaters around so I knew we'd be safe for a while.
Then I took Sara by the hand and led her below deck.

I led her in to the V-berth where her and my daughter had slept only weeks before.

I pulled her on to the bed with me and we kissed.
Sara naturally took my cock in her hand and slowly stroked it while we kissed.
I caressed her breasts and body as I felt more blood entering my cock.
Sara then moved herself down and took me back in her mouth.
Her talented tongue made me moan more as I grew back to my full 8".

I knew this time I didn't want just a blow job.
I pulled her up and positioned her on her back.
Then I raised myself between her legs with my cock pulsing before her entrance.
I looked down at her and she was looking between our legs. Then she looked up at me with a shy, innocent look and nodded.
I leaned down and kissed her lips.
Then I slowly began thrusting forward. I could feel the tightness of her.
I felt every bit as my head entered her.
I moved slightly forward allowing more to enter her. I worked slowly back and forth, only inching in until I felt a barrier. Her virginity?
I stopped and looked back at her.
She was slightly biting her lower lip. God she looked sexy!
She looked back at me and nodded again.
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"I've wanted you to be my first for almost a year now."

I lowered my lips to barely touch hers.
I slowly started sliding in and out of her again, each time stopping at her barrier.
Then in one thrust I broke through.
Sara's nails gripped my shoulders and I heard a whimper.
I laid there inside of her until she relaxed.
"Are you OK?”
"Yes, it just hurt a little." she said, then gave me a little grin.

I kissed her once again and started to slowly side in and out of her.
I delighted in hearing small moans of pleasure in my ear.
I moved more, deeper. I wanted so badly to fuck this girl.
AS I continued, her moans became louder. I could feel her nails along my back and ass pulling at me.
I knew I wouldn't last too much longer.
I heard her start to grunt "Yes, yes!"
I positioned her in a way that I knew always made my wife cum and I wasn't disappointed.

I watched as pleasure raced across her face, her mouth open, moans exiting.
She looked at me as if she were afraid of what was about to come, or in this case, cum.
I thrusted 3 more times and felt my own eruption coming on again. My moans increased and this seemed to stir her on.
"Yes... yes... oh... cum...in...me..." she huffed and gasped.
I couldn't hold back anymore. It was too much.
I felt my cock swell, my balls release.
A loud moan from Sara as her nail dug in to my back.
I exploded inside of her. My first shot caused her to dig her nail across my back as her own orgasm ensued.
I felt myself release 3 more times inside of her before I dropped on the bed, spent.
Sara continued to grip me, breathing heavy and letting out small whimpers.
Finally I moved a bit more and my deflated cock slipped from between her legs.
I rolled over on the bed and looked down. There was a glistening of pink from my cum and her virginity.
Sara rolled over and put her hand on my sweaty chest.
Under heavy breathing she uttered, "That was amazing! I mean...."
"Yes it was, thanks to you." I replied.
With that I gave her a kiss on the forehead.
She laid there for another minute then sat up. More of my juices flowed from within her.
Sara looked down at it then over at me and laughed.
"I guess we should clean that up before April and I sleep here again?"
"Probably so", I replied.
With that we slid off the berth and pulled the sheets off.
Sara went to the head to clean up some. I used the sheet to wipe myself off and went up to the cockpit.
I surveyed the area noting where any boats were, and then pulled on my shorts.
I pulled in the sheets and the boat took hold of the winds.
Sara joined me in the cockpit and put back on her bikini.
I was a little sad to see her cover her beautiful body, but it would be best since we would be near other boaters soon.
Sara snuggled in my arms for the remaining sail home.
"Thanks for being my first Mr. B".
"That pleasure was truly all mine".
"I don't think so..."

The following weekend we found out that Sara's parents were getting a divorce and her mother was going to be moving with her out of state at the end of summer.

Just before school started we said goodbye to Sara and her mother. My daughter was very sad at losing her friend. I too was sad, for my own personal reasons.
Sara said she was hoping to come back the following year for college and maybe some more sailing.

I hugged my daughter against me as we watched them drive away.

What a memory.

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub the unforgiven
     
#33 | Posted: 19 Jul 2011 08:13
A Friendly Bet

BRRRRIIIIIINNNNG!

"Shit", I muttered to myself. "It never fails! Every time I get in the
shower!"

With that, I jumped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, heading for
the phone.

"Hello", I panted after running half naked through my house, picking up
the phone, and dripping water all over the floor in the process.

"Hey. What's up?" a feminine voice asked.

"Oh, hey Jen. I'm just about to have a shower."

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Uh, nothing. Why?

"I'm bored. You up for some foozeball?"

"Sure. If you're up for getting your ass kicked again."

"Hey Mr. Cocky! You better watch out. I've been practicing."

"Sure, sure. Just remember to bring the case of beer you owe me from
last time."

"Yah, yah. I'll be there around eight."

"Okay. See you then."

I hung up the phone and made my way back to the shower. Playing
foozeball wasn't my idea of a good way to spend my Saturday night, but
I didn't exactly have anything else to do. Besides, Jen and I always
have fun.

As eight o'clock rolled around, I pulled the foozeball table out, put on
some music and began to wait. I had known Jen for a couple years and I
didn't remember her ever being on time.

True to form, as it neared nine o'clock, the doorbell rang. Before I
could answer, the door opened and Jen marched in, pushing a case of
beer into my arms.

"Here asshole!" she said jokingly. "This will be the last time I'll ever
have to give you anything."

"Whatever you say princess," I answered sarcastically.

I had to admit Jen looked good. She was wearing a pair of low-riding
jeans with a studded belt that allowed the crack of her ass to peak out
over the top. The little black top she was wearing would have been
more suited to a nightclub than a foozeball game but I wasn't
complaining.

"You'd better put those in the fridge." Jen said with a wave of her
hand. "We wouldn't want any warm beer would we?"

"We?" I asked. "Who said you're getting any bitch?"

Jen opened her mouth in mock surprise. We joked around like that all
the time so it wasn't unusual for us to trade insults.

"You're the one that will be the bitch tonight," she countered. "My
bitch!" "Dream on. Let's play."

I took out a couple beer and put the rest in the fridge before making
my way over to the table. Jen was waiting, tapping her fingers
impatiently and glaring at me with her dark, almond shaped eyes. I
tossed her a beer and raised my own.

With a final "Good luck" we started to play.

Jen and I were starting to make our foozeball games a weekly tradition,
with me winning every single time. We would always wager something
which is why my fridge is usually well stocked with beer. In all
fairness, however, it was my foozeball table.

I won the first two games easily and downed two beer in the process.
Jen was taking it a little easier on the booze but was still drinking
her fair share.

"I have to admit," I said after scoring the game winning goal in the
second game. "You are getting better."

"Gee thanks," she drawled. "Just drop the ball."

"Are you sure you want to keep going? I usually get better as I drink
more."

"Best of seven series bitch! It's not over yet!"

"I think so far, you've been MY bitch."

My final comment shut Jen up and we began our third game. Ten minutes
later I was up 3-0 and Jen was head for the fridge to grab another
beer. "So where's Carrie tonight?" Jen asked, speaking in a baby voice
as she spoke my girlfriend's name.

It was no secret that Jen disliked Carrie, as she always seemed to
dislike my girlfriends.

"She's out with her friends," I answered.

"Uh oh! I bet she's getting fucked right now!"

"Settle down," I said dryly. "Why would she go out to get fucked when
she has this waiting at home?"

Jen let out a laugh.

"I'm just kidding," she giggled.

"By the way," I began. "Where's Kevin?" referring to her significant
other.

"Same."

I gave her a look of concern in an attempt at teasing her in the way she
had teased me.

"Don't even say it!" she blurted out. "He's not a cheater."

"What ever you say," I said with a smile.

"He's not."

"Okay."

"Fuck you!" Jen said, half laughing and tossing a bottle cap at me.
"Let's play. I'm just getting warmed up."

I took it easy on her that game and she managed to squeak out a meager
victory.

"Three to one, bitch!" she howled, dancing with excitement.

I could tell she was starting to get buzzed. Surprisingly it was making
her play better however and after she grabbed another drink we jumped
into our fifth game.

"Hey," I said halfway through the game. "How come we never hooked up?"

"What?"

"Why didn't we ever get together and... you know."

"Fucked?"

"Yeah."

I was always impressed my Jen's bluntness.

"Well," she said, cocking her head to the side as if in deep thought. "I
guess I don't like ugly guys."

"Ouch!" I said cringing. "That hurt."

"Just kidding," she returned. "We almost did. Don't you remember?"

"You mean...?"

"Yeah. Halloween. The night we met. I kind of wanted you."

"Really?" I asked as I scored another goal.

"Yeah. After we danced you probably could have taken me home."

Although I already knew everything she was telling me it was strange
hearing her say it. The fact was that I wanted her that night as well.


"I guess I missed my chance." I said in a over the top, resigned tone.

"You sure did."

We had become friend soon after that night and stayed ever since.
Except for the occasional flirting nothing had gone on between us.

"Oh well," I muttered. "I don't think you're dirty enough for me
anyway."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"I think I could handle anything you could give me."

Our conversation was starting to turn me on but I let the subject drop.
Jen ended up winning that game which brought our total to 3-2 in favor
of me.

"So you really think I'm not dirty enough?"

It was obvious that Jen wasn't ready to let the subject drop.

"I didn't say that. I said you're not dirty enough for me!"

"I think you would be surprised."

Her response peaked my curiosity and I took the bait.

"Okay, what's the dirtiest thing you've done?"

"I'm not telling!"

"Oh come on! You can't say something like that and then not tell me."

I had to admit I was very curious as to what Jen had experienced.
Although we joked around about sex all the time, we never really talked
about it seriously.

"I'll tell you what." she said. "If I win this game I'll tell you."

That's not fair! I..."

Jen cut me off by raising her hand.

"That's the deal. Take it or leave it."

Needless to say I took a dive and we were soon tied at three games a
piece.

"Okay, let's hear it." I said after admitting defeat for the third time
that night. "And this better be good."

"Okay, okay, Jen said, fidgeting with the handles on the foozeball
table. "Remember when I went to Mexico last year?"

"Yeah."

I leaned in closer, anxious to hear the story.

"Well I met a couple Australian guys. We hung out a few times and
stuff.

"And..."

On my last night there I had sex with both of them.

"Wow," was all I could say.

After a few moments to collect my thoughts I began to drill her for
details.

"Did they take turns or do you at the same time?" I asked, trying to
hide my growing erection.

"Same time."

"You slut!" I said laughing. "I would never have guessed!"

"Hey!" Jen answered, trying to sound hurt. "I was really drunk!"

"So they spit roasted you?"

"Spit roasted? What the hell do you.... Oh I get it. Yes. They spit
roasted me."

"Does Kevin know about this?" I asked, continuing my interrogation.

"Of course not. How would you feel if Carrie told you she got double
teamed?"

I was still too shocked to think about anything other that my friend
getting fucked like a cheap whore.

"Did they DP you as well?"

"DP?"

"Yeah. Double penetration. In the pussy and ass at the same time."

"In my ass!? Yuck. No, I don't do that!"

"What? Not at all?"

"Nope."

"So you'll get spit roasted like a dirty porn star but you won't even
try it in the butt?"

"It just doesn't appeal to me."

"Have you ever tried it?"

"No."

"Then you never know. You might like it."

"I doubt it."

"I told you you're not dirty enough for me."

"Oh yeah? And how many girls have you fucked in the ass before?"

"A few."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's the best."

"Maybe for you."

"Hey, the girls enjoyed it too!"

"Yeah, I'm sure they did."

I let the subject drop, but unfortunately my dick did not. As we
started the next game I found myself staring at Jen, imagining her on
her hands and knees sucking some guy's dick while she gets fucked from
behind. In fact I was so distracted that she managed to score a few
goals before I realized what the score was.

"You're looking a little shaky," she said after scoring her fifth goal
of the game. "Did you drink a little too much?"

"I don't think that's it," I responded.

Jen tossed back her lustrous brown hair and flashed me a smile before
scoring another goal.

I let go of the handles and began to rub my wrist which was starting to
get a little sore.

"Oh, poor baby," Jen cooed. "It's probably all that jerking off you do."


Little did she know that she was going to be the subject of my
masturbatory fantasies that night.

Although I tried my hardest, Jen scored a few more lucky goals and
pretty soon I was down 9-0 and Jen was on the eve of her first victory
ever.

"So by the way," she said in a overly confident manor. "What are we
betting?"

"How about...If I win, I get to fuck you in the ass."

Jen stared at me with those sexy dark eyes, a crooked little smile
forcing it's way on to her face."

"Sure."

I was taken aback.

"Really?"

"Yep. If you win you can fuck my ass. But if I win, you have to wear a
shirt that says "Jen's bitch" on it for a week."

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I asked.

"Absolutely. What are the chances you will win? I'm up nine to
nothing!"

"Okay," I said. "You're on." With that I let the ball drop. Within
five seconds I had a goal and Jen was giving me an evil smirk.

"Don't worry," I said. "I'll be gentle."

I scored three more quick goals and Jen was starting to look nervous.

"No backing out now," I warned.

"I know, I know."

After the next goal, the smile was gone from her face. She anxiously
sipped down the remainder of her beer before concentrating back on the
game.

"That's it," I joked. "The more you drink, the better it will feel."

"You still have five more to go asshole," she countered as she dropped
the ball.

"It's funny that you used the term "asshole"." I stated, blasting in
another goal. "Since soon, I'll be in yours!"

"Fuck," she cursed. "It's not fair. You keep distracting me."

"Don't cry about it," I laughed popping in yet another goal.

As much as I didn't want to wear a shirt that labeled me as anyone's
bitch, it was the prospect of fucking my good friend in the ass that
was driving me on.

"Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!" she yelled as I scored my seventh.

I just laughed and we continued. After I shot in number eight I
expected Jen to continue ranting, but to my surprise she didn't say a
word. She calmly retrieved the ball and dropped it back into the
table. No sooner had the ball touched the surface then I had fired in
the tying goal.

Jen dropped her head and banged it lightly on the table. My palms were
sweaty with anticipation and I urged her to hurry up and drop the last
ball. She looked up at me through her messy, but still sexy, hair and
dropped the ball.

I fired it right away, but she caught a lucky bounce and saved what
would have been the winning goal. She quickly shot it back and almost
scored herself. I made the save and then waited, just holding on to
possession of the ball as I looked at Jen and smiled.

"I bet your ass is so tight!"

With that, I fired the ball into the back of her net.

Jen stood there dazed for a moment before she spoke.

"Rematch?"

"I don't think so."

"Come on! I can't let you do that. I have a boyfriend!"

"You should have thought about that before you made the bet."

"But here was no way you could win!"

"Apparently," I stated with an air of sarcasm.

Jen walked over and slumped down on the couch, dropping her head into
her hands. I finished my beer and then joined her. After about a minute
of contemplation she looked up at me.

"I'll give you a blowjob," she suggested.

I just shook my head. As nice as it would be to have Jen suck my dick,
I'm sure it would feel much better imprisoned in the confines of her
beautiful ass.

"Fine." she resigned. "Let's get this over with."

"Let's go to the bedroom," I suggested.

Jen agreed and we made out way to my room. She looked nervous as she
sat down on my bed.

"Do we need any lube?" she asked. "Aren't you supposed to use lube?"

"Sorry," I said. I don't have any. I guess you'll just have to suck it
first."

"No way! You're not getting a blowjob too!"

"Okay then. What about condoms? Do you want me to wear one?"

Jen thought about it for a moment before answering.

"Nah. Just do it."

Suddenly I felt very uncomfortable. Jen took off her socks, tossing them
to the side. As she started to undo her pants she looked up at me.

"Aren't you going to undress?"

"I thought I'd just watch you first," I answered wryly.

"Well, you thought wrong. Get ‘em off!"

I let out a laugh as I pulled my shirt over my head. I wondered if I
looked as nervous as Jen.

As I started to undo my pants, my eyes wandered back to my friend, who
was sliding hers down her tanned, muscular legs. It wasn't the first
time I had snuck a peak at Jen's body. She was the only person I knew
who spent more time in the gym than me, and I could see it was paying
off as I gawked at her legs and the tiny pair of black underwear
adorning the area between them.

I slid my pants off and kicked them aside, trying hard to conceal the
massive erection that was doing its best to pop out of the hole in the
front of my boxer shorts. Jen was sitting on my bed, fidgeting
nervously but looking cute in her little black panties.

"Aren't you going to take off your shirt?" I asked.

"I don't need to take my short off to get my ass fucked do I?" she
snapped back.

The fact was, was that Jen was more than a little self conscious about
her less than average sized breasts. I knew that was the case but
didn't press the matter. Besides, it wasn't her tits that I was
interested in.

We sat there for a moment, each not wanting to be the first to be
completely exposed. Finally, without a word, Jen slipped off her
panties and pulled her knees up to her chest as she sat there looking
up at me. Taking her cue, I pulled down my boxers and stepped out of
them to stand before her, completely naked.

"Okay, " she said. "How do we do this?"

"The easiest way is if you get on your hands and knees."

Jen moved to roll over but stopped and looked back at me.

"Do you think we could turn the light off?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"I like to see what I'm doing," I replied.

"Fine."

I expected her to put up more of a fight, but to my surprise she
complied with my wishes and rolled over, propping herself up on her
hands and knees. I took a moment to relish the sight of my best friend
bent over naked on my bed before climbing down behind her.

Gently, I placed my hands on her taut ass cheeks and pried them apart to
expose her asshole to my view.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Jen scolded, reaching back to swat my
hands away.

"I'm just looking."

"Just do it."

"Are you sure you don't want to suck it first?" I asked hopefully.

"Just stick it in and get it over with."

"Okay, but I don't want to hear you whining that it hurts."

With that, I placed the head of my dick at the entrance of her puckered
little rosebud and pushed.

"Owwwww," Jen yelped as the first couple inches disappeared inside her
asshole. "Okay!okay!okay! I'll suck it! Just take it out."

I smiled to myself as I withdrew my cock from Jen's ass. With little
hesitation and to my surprise she promptly spun around and grabbed my
dick in her tiny hand. With a final, resigned look my way, she pushed
my cock past her lips into her mouth.

I threw my head back and moaned as Jen's head bobbed back and forth on
my dick, coating it with saliva. I wanted the blowjob to go on
forever, but to my disappointment Jen backed off as soon as my shaft
was good and wet, resuming the position on her hands and knees.

I spit in my hand for good measure and smeared it along her ass crack,
rubbing my thumb into her hole for added lubrication. I then placed my
newly glistening cock back at the entrance of her dark inviting hole
and pushed.

"Relax," I suggested, as the head of my dick slipped inside her.

Jen put her head down and exhaled as I felt her asshole's grip on my
shaft weaken considerably.

"Good girl."

My praise apparently went unnoticed as Jen remained silent. I pushed
forward a little more, feeding more of my cock into her ass. Jen let
out a quiet moan although I couldn't tell if it was from pain or
pleasure. I was about halfway in when I reached down and pulled her
ass apart, treating myself to exceptional site of my best friend's
little pink butt hole hugging my dick. At that moment I only wished I
had a camera.

"You.. can put it in... farther now," Jen wheezed, through clenched
teeth.

I complied and thrusted my hips forward a little more, burying another
couple inches of meat in her ass.

"Play with your clit," I suggested. "It will make it easier."

Jen took my advice and reached back between her legs as I bottomed out
in her asshole. My balls were pressed against her pussy lips, which I
noticed were a bit moist. As I began to gyrate slowly, moving my cock
in and out in small increments, I could feel the pace of Jen's fingers
increase.

"How does it feel?" I asked, picking up the pace.

"It's...okay," she stammered, obviously preoccupied with the area
between her legs.

I was moving in and out with long, slow strokes as Jen became more
comfortable. I gazed at her impossibly tight asshole as it repeatedly
swallowed my cock. If not for my agonizingly slow pace I definitely
would have cum already.

"Oh Fuck Jen," I moaned. "Your ass feels so good!"

"Your cock in my ass feels so good!" she returned, as her fingers
increased to a frantic pace.

I was surprised to hear Jen talk like that, but it was definitely a turn
on so I encouraged her to continue.

"Yeah, you like that?" I asked giving her a light slap on the ass. "You
like getting your ass fucked?"

"Yes!" she moaned through labored breaths. "Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my tight
ass! Oh! Oh my fucking god! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna... Oh! Fuck! I'm
cumming! I'm cumming with your cock in my ass..."

Jen's voice trailed off as her orgasm subsided. She raised her head
from the bed and swept the hair from her face.

"That didn't take long," I commented, continuing to slide my dick in and
out of her anus.

"Are you almost done?" she asked. "It's starting to hurt again."

"Just relax," I said. "I'm almost there."

I increased my pace even more as Jen dropped her head down and bit her
arm to keep from howling in pain.

"Where are you going to cum?" she asked, her voice muffled by her own
arm.

"In your ass," I replied bluntly.

"No, you can't do that!"

"Okay then. I'll cum in your face."

Jen was silent for a moment before answering back.

"Okay," she said quietly. "Do it."

"Where?" I goaded.

I could feel the beginnings of that unmistakable feeling arise in my
balls.

"You know where!" she shot back.

"Tell me."

"No."

I was getting closer.

"Tell me!"

"In my ass! Alright?! Cum in my fucking ass!"

On cue, I unleashed a torrent of hot cum into Jen's asshole. I
continued fucking her as I spurted stream after stream into her body.
Jen through her head back and moaned loudly as my balls slapped
violently into her pussy lips. After I had shot my last drop I
continued sliding my dick in and out of her now slippery ass, causing
my cum to ooze out from around my shaft and drip down onto my bed. As
my dick became too sensitive I pulled it out of Jen's well-fucked
asshole with a lewd slurping sound.

Immediately, Jen collapsed to the bad and rolled over on her side,
reaching back with a hand to touch her recently abused hole.

"Owww! Fuck that hurt!" She exclaimed, softly rubbing herself.

"You liked it," I said snidely.

"I did not! It was awful!"

"Yeah? Is that why you were telling me how good my cock felt in your
ass?"

"Shut up. That was the heat of the moment."

I just laughed.

Jen began to shift uncomfortably, pursing her lips up in a makeshift
snear.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It feels weird."

"What's that?"

"The cum in my ass. It feels weird."

"Hey! Don't let it drip out all over my bed!" I ordered, half jokingly.
"It's your jizz ya know?" she countered before reaching back to stroke
her asshole again.

"Fuck it hurts." she complained.

"Aww, poor baby," I teased. "Do you want me to kiss it better?"

"Yes!" she responded, although I could tell she was joking.

"Okay," I said. "Bend over."

"Uh, that's okay," Jen stated deliberately.

"Nope. Bend over. Come on." I said giving her a playful slap on the side
of her ass.

"Noooo," she whined, reaching for her panties.

With a lightning quick movement, I snatched her underwear from her
grasp, holding them out of her grasp.

"Hey, give those back!"

Jen rose up to her knees and reached out, but I dropped the panties
behind my head and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her down to
the bed.

Jen giggled and tried to squirm free, but I was too strong for her.
Rolling her over, I pinned her face down on the bed. She was laughing,
but her voice was muffled by my cum soaked bed sheets. I grabbed one
of her arms and pinned it behind her back, completely immobilizing her
prone, tanned body underneath me. I took a moment to gaze at her body
before dropping my head to her ass. "Hey! What are you doing?" she
asked, half giggling.

"I told you." I replied. "I'm going to kiss it better."

With my free hand I pulled one of Jen's ass cheeks to the side, exposing
to my view, the tiny asshole that I had just violated. It looked a
little red and swollen with a tiny rivulet of cum running from it.

"No!" she squealed. "You can't do that! You can't...Oh....Mmmm."

Jen's voice trailed off as the tip of my tongue flickered across her
puckered little pink ring. She stopped resisting but I remained
holding on to her arm as I lapped at her asshole.

Jen's cries of protest turned to moans of pleasure as I planted a deep
kiss on her butthole, surrounding it with my lips. I let her arm go
free and she immediately reached back to grab her ass with both hands,
spreading her cheeks wide.

I smiled to myself as I resumed licking. My best friend was fast
becoming my own personal anal plaything!

"Oh my god that feels good," she moaned.

I moved up, planting soft kisses up to her tailbone as I gently grazed a
finger over her wet little hole, which was slippery with two of my
bodily fluids. I pushed the tip of my finger inside her ass as she
reached under to slide a finger into her pussy. When she didn't
protest, I slipped my finger in farther as her slippery little asshole
swallowed me up to the knuckle. I could feel Jen's own fingers through
the thin wall separating her pussy and ass.

"I want it again." she moaned. "I want you to fuck my ass again."

"Really," I asked, sliding my finger in and out of her butt on a river
of warm cum. "I thought you didn't like it?"

"Just do it. Please! "Fuck my ass! Fuck my dirty little cum filled
asshole!"

How could I resist.

Withdrawing my finger, I positioned myself behind Jen once again as she
assisted by spreading her ass cheeks wide. I swiped a finger down her
crack, collecting as much of my own cum as I could before slathering it
all over my cock to use as lubricant. As the tip of my dick touched her
sensitive ring, she grabbed me by the shaft and pushed her hips
backwards, forcing my dick back inside the tight confines of her
delicious asshole.

I was surprised, but pleased with Jen's newfound aggression and scolded
myself for not trying anything with her before.

She wiggled her hips as the remainder of my cock slipped easily into her
slick little butt hole.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "It feels way better with a little lube."

"Good thing I didn't cum on your face then huh?"

"Yes. I love the feeling of your cum in my ass. I feel so dirty! I feel
like a... Like a whore!"

Jen was slowly grinding her ass backwards into me, urging me to fuck
her. "Come on! Fuck me. Fuck me hard this time."

"Okay", I said. "You asked for it."

With that I grabbed Jen's hips and slammed myself into her, driving my
cock deep into her tight little cum filled asshole.

"Oh fuck!" she squealed.

I smiled to myself as I withdrew only to drive back into her. Each
thrust emitted a lewd squelching sound due to the liberal amount of
jism I had recently injected into Jen's hole. I looked down and
marveled at the sight of my glistening cock sliding in and out of my
friend's impossibly tight butt hole. The movement of my dick was
forcing some of my cum out of her ass, which squeezed out from around
my shaft, dribbled down the back of her thighs and dripped down onto my
bed sheets.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." Jen muttered as each thrust of my hips repeatedly
buried the length of my cock into her well-fucked asshole.

Driving my hips down hard, I pinned her petite body against the bed,
with my cock firmly embedded inside her. Reaching out, I took hold of
her arms and held them in place as I slowly gyrated my hips, grinding
my dick into her ass. The entire length of my body was pressed against
the entire length of her body, the sweat from out skin forming a
cohesive seal between us.

As I gyrated my hips, I kissed her ear before whispering to her.

"Do you like it?" I asked. "Do you like my dick in your tight little
asshole?"

"Yessss," she gasped. "I love it!"

I smiled to myself as I peeled my body off hers and propped myself up
with my arms. Then, withdrawing my hips, I pulled my cock free of the
confines of Jen's impossibly tight hole.

"What are you doing?" Jen asked, looking back over her shoulder with a
disappointed but confused look on her face.

Without a word I grabbed Jen's petite body and flipped her onto her
back. Then, hooking my hands under her legs I pushed her knees up to
her head, exposing her ravaged asshole to my view. I smiled as I gazed
down at her glistening hole, which was also becoming quite red and
swollen.

"Quite looking at it and fuck it!" Jen ordered, grabbing her own ankles.


I snickered and dropped my head down between her legs.

"What the hell are you....ohhhhhhh."

Jen's voice trailed off in a low sexy moan as my tongue touched her
abused and stretched asshole. I circled her anus, running my tongue
around her rim before sliding it inside.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "That feels so fucking good!"

I pulled my tongue from her ass and quickly replaced it with my dick,
which slid easily inside. Jen was holding her own legs by her head,
splaying herself wide open for me as I resumed fucking her wonderful
little hole.

"You know, I've never done it this way before," I stated, sinking my
cock up to my balls in her ass.

"Well, don't I feel special!" Jen blurted back.

I smiled at her sarcasm and started fucking harder than ever before. I
soon lost track of time as I concentrated on the feeling of my friend's
tight asshole swallowing my cock. Our new position gave Jen the
perfect opportunity to play with her clit, and she released her legs to
work at a second orgasm.

"Oh fuck I'm going to cum!" she gasped. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!"

I could feel myself getting close as well.

"Where do you want me to cum?" I asked, now frantically plowing her poor
little asshole.

"Fuck, I don't care!" she yelled. "On my face! Cum all over my fucking
face! Cover me in cum! Ass fuck me and then cover me in cum!

Jen's words must have had the same effect on her as they did on me,
because soon she was screaming her way through her second anal induced
orgasm of the night, as her asshole clenched around my cock.

While she was in the throws of her climax, I yanked my dick from her
butt hole and lurched forward in an attempt to get closer to her face.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" she howled as the hot cum fired from my dick onto
her pretty face, splattering her lips and chin, and dripping into her
mouth.

I collapsed back onto the bed as Jen lay there panting. It took a few
moments for both of us to regain our composure, and a few more for
either of us to speak.

"Well?" she asked. "Was that dirty enough for you?"

I laughed.

"How about double or nothing?"

Jen scoffed and reached down to gently stroke her severely abused
asshole.

"I think I need a few days to recover," she answered.

I just laid back and smiled. I knew that things would never be the
same.

And I liked it.

What I've felt
What I've known
Never shined through in what I've shown
Never free
Never me
So I dub the unforgiven
     
#34 | Posted: 19 Jul 2011 15:23
persian sex1



Darius Zatosh was an Iranian-American student. High school life was great, but a certain incident worldwide had affected his life in school. The Danish newspapers printed something which infuriated the Iranian government. Because of that whole incident, high schoolers and his own classmates had been harassing him about his Persian identity. The matters were made worse, by his high school teacher, Ms Eva Rasmussen. Being Danish-American and all, she was against the Iranian government and said that Denmark and all Western countries have freedom of expression, even at the expense of anyone, be it religion or politics.

Eva Rasmussen was also saying many anti-Iranian things as well, as how they should all be kicked out from Denmark, along with anyone else from North Africa or the Middle East. Her comments had hurt Darius, and many of his own friends started asking him, as to where his loyalties lied: to the United States of America or Iran?

Eva Rasmussen was an attractive Nordic Blonde teacher, with long blonde hair and she resembles that Blonde slutty character from the tv show Desperate Housewives. But she and Darius had had many rows and arguments. She had called Iran, an enemy of the United States of America and he called her a ‘bitch’. One thing followed. He was sent to the Principal’s office and his parents called over.

After that, Darius was made to apologize to his teacher, who coldly took his apologies. Darius did apologize, looking humble and all. But deep down, his parents hated it and their protests about Iran being called a ‘terrorist’ country was accepted in the context of free speech, patriotism, that she was teaching history lessons and that Darius must learn to see himself as an American, and Iranian second.

One day, when class was over, Darius approached Eva Rasmussen. She was sat down, marking assignments. As she noticed his shadow, she turned to look up at him. She said, “Yes. Can I help you?” Darius looked guilty and he said, “I am sorry that I called you a bitch.” Eva cut him off, saying, “And you already apologized to me. You don’t have to apologize twice.”

He put his hand under his jacket and took out a necklace. She was mesmerized by it. She had never seen anything beautiful like it. “This necklace is for you. In Iran, the guilty party gives a present to someone whom they had offended. You can say this is how we Persians say sorry.”

Eva tried not to laugh. As far as she was concerned, they were all arrogant and acted as if they owned America and that the rest of the world owes them. She looked at it. She became more mesmerized by it, saying, “That is a good way of saying sorry.”

As she was still sat perfectly still, he placed the necklace around her neck. There. It was a Persian necklace, created from Persian sorcery. Darius smiled to himself. It worked. The whole “I have become humble” expression made her fall for it. Whoever wore this necklace around her neck, would have to obey the person who placed it on her neck.

“So Miss Rasmussen. Do you know who I am?”, mocked Darius. He tried to look around, hoping that no one was seeing all this. Eva Rasmussen nodded here beautiful Danish-American head, saying, “You are my master.” “Good”, smiled Darius. He had plans for her. Darius now owned the beautiful, freedom-loving Blonde teacher.

Later, he had her take him to her apartment. She lived all by herself, which was perfect for him. He was sat on her sofa, while she stood in front of him. He was sipping a glass of coke, while she had to perform strip tease for her master. She took off her blouse, then her shirt. She was finally down to her bra and panties. After she took them off, Darius now had a much good view of his slave: naked.

“Slave, I want you to come and crawl to me”, ordered Darius. Eva responded, “Yes master”. She went on her knees, and then her palms dropped down to the floor. She crawled to him like a dog, while he unzipped his pants and took out his cock. “Now blow me with that racist hypocritical Danish mouth of yours.”, mocked Darius.

Eva took in his cock in her mouth and started sucking it. He was not cumming yet, but then he really started getting his sperm quenching her thirst. He was holding her Blonde hair down, as she gave him his first Danish-American blow job. “That’s right, my slave. Keep your master happy”, ordered the enjoying Darius. Her mouth and jaw worked on his cock, drinking as much Persian sperm as possible.

After she finished, his cum was all over her face. “I want you to lie on your back”, ordered Darius. Eva then lied on her back, towards the carpeted floor. He then started ramming his Persian Middle Eastern cock inside her cunt and started fucking her. She kept on moaning. He was fucking her, his cum flooding her Blonde pussy. His hands were groping at those lovely 40D breasts, and then he was sucking on her left breast, like as if he were a baby and she was his mother.

After sucking on her nipple and ramming her cunt really hard, they stopped fucking. He lied on the floor next to her, lying his head on her breasts. He said, “You are one good fuck, Eva.” Eva responded, “Thank you master.” He then kissed her breast, then went to her nape.

THREE WEEKS LATER
Darius owned Eva. In class, she still acted as if she was one of his students, so that no one would get the idea or smell something fishy. Even the other Persian American students in that high school knew about Darius and Eva, with the fighting arguments about those cartoons.

After class, Darius would go to Eva’s house and have sex with her. But he was just horny and wanted something more. He then called five Persian American students, whom he knew, and they all showed up in her place.

Eva was now their amusement. She was sat on her own wooden table, plunging a large bottle inside her cunt, while Darius and his five Persian American guy friends were drinking and laughing at her expense. Her hand was shoving the bottle inside. Darius and the boys were cheering her on, saying, “Faster, faster.” She did as fast as she could, until they could see her cum dripping out from her cunt, even surfacing on the bottle tip and started dripping on her wooden table.

“Ok stop”, ordered Darius. She stopped. One of the Persian boys, Hamid, smiled and told Darius and others, “Hey I got an idea.” His idea was a sick idea.

One day, he brought his dog over. Eva was naked and Hamid’s dog’s cock was inside Eva’s human cunt. The dog was fucking Eva. Its paws were on her breasts. One of the Persian guys was carrying a camcorder and was filming the whole thing. Darius knew it was a great idea. Eva was also ordered to sometimes look at the camcorder’s direction and say out loud, “We Danish Americans, like our continental cousins, love having sex with dogs.”

Ali, another guy, laughed at her, “You got that right.” They were all secretly enjoying her fucking a dog. She moaned, as the dog’s beastly cock was hammering her fast and hard. Animal sperm was now inside her body.

Afterwards, Hamid made his dog leave her, so that she could go on all fours and the dog can take her from the back. The camcorder focuses on its furry cock entering her anally. Its cock, still dripping sperm, was now inside her ass. The dog started moving its cock way up her ass, like a locomotive moving inside a tunnel. She started moaning and getting all excited. This was all going on video.

After the dog took Eva from behind, she was then ordered to lie on the floor and give the dog a blow job, for all the hardwork it had done. She sucked on it, with the camcorder taping her face sucking on it. Darius made her at one point to stop sucking and let its animal sperm drip on her face. The camcorder had a real good view of the whole thing.

Darius and gang planned to sell the video and make some money for themselves, which they did. The horny porn producer saw the whole tape and he smiled. He too was a rich Iranian American and he loved what he saw. He said, “Bitch is doing a good job.”

He paid them altogether $500 for it. Darius tried to bargain for a much higher price. He said, “Make it $10,000 and I’ll say we are even.” The porn producer smiled and then said, “Ok. We have a deal.”

Darius happily took the $10,000 and the six boys were now ready to spend that much money. But they had more plans for Eva Rasmussen.

At night, Darius and gang made her dress like a street walker and acted as her pimp. They went to an Iranian American ethnic area and many Iranian men would whistle, just looking at Eva walk and dress like that. A fat Iranian man, who looked like Saddam Husesein, asked her, “How much?” Eva would smilingly say, “$100 an hour”. In one night, she could attract at least 7 to 8 men. She made the money and it all went to Darius and gang.

They were not only her pimps, but fucked her as well. Her cunt, ass and mouth was far too full of Persian milk. Some of the man would pull up her whore skirt and fuck her straight on the ass, as she was made not to wear any panties underneath. She also wore no bra, so it was easy for man to come and suck and grope on her boobs.

As men fucked her right there on the streets, Darius and the boys were secretly filming the whole thing. This was the beginning of their blackmail scheme. Once she finishes fucking a man, Darius and his Iranian mafia high schoolers would come in the spotlight and blackmail the man, for at least $10,0000. The men were easily scared, not wanting to be shunned at by their community and so they always paid up.

Darius was starting to become a businessman.

IN THE END
Darius and his five friends went there separate ways, once they left high school. But as for Eva, Darius had then sold her off to an Iranian man, who lived in Canada and hated Americans. Darius told the man the whole story and he met this man through the internet.

The man looked at the sexy Eva and he paid Darius $10,000 for her. “I will teach this bitch a lesson for making remarks about our people”, cursed the man. He looked like a serial rapist, who fled Iran for Canada, as his human rights lawyer helped him get Canadian citizenship.

The man was having sex with Eva all night. He would bite on her breasts and his cock would ram her cunt, when it was still dry. This would give her more pain. “Take that you fucking American whore. Take that”, yelled the man at his newly acquired slave. She would respond, “Yes master. I am a whore for you.”

At night, he slept with her, while his cock was still inside her ass, where it is nice and warm. Her Danish ass would keep his Persian cock warm and healthy, as he planned to make this bitch pregnant, with Persian children and living off Canadian govt’s benefit money.

His cock was in her ass, while his hands were groping at her breasts, roughly of course. She just had to take it all. His abuse and his cock sometimes residing in that fine body of hers. He would whisper to her ears, saying, “You will never eat pork again
     
#35 | Posted: 19 Jul 2011 15:24
A Friendly Bet

BRRRRIIIIIINNNNG!

"Shit", I muttered to myself. "It never fails! Every time I get in the
shower!"

With that, I jumped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, heading for
the phone.

"Hello", I panted after running half naked through my house, picking up
the phone, and dripping water all over the floor in the process.

"Hey. What's up?" a feminine voice asked.

"Oh, hey Jen. I'm just about to have a shower."

"What are you doing tonight?"

"Uh, nothing. Why?

"I'm bored. You up for some foozeball?"

"Sure. If you're up for getting your ass kicked again."

"Hey Mr. Cocky! You better watch out. I've been practicing."

"Sure, sure. Just remember to bring the case of beer you owe me from
last time."

"Yah, yah. I'll be there around eight."

"Okay. See you then."

I hung up the phone and made my way back to the shower. Playing
foozeball wasn't my idea of a good way to spend my Saturday night, but
I didn't exactly have anything else to do. Besides, Jen and I always
have fun.

As eight o'clock rolled around, I pulled the foozeball table out, put on
some music and began to wait. I had known Jen for a couple years and I
didn't remember her ever being on time.

True to form, as it neared nine o'clock, the doorbell rang. Before I
could answer, the door opened and Jen marched in, pushing a case of
beer into my arms.

"Here asshole!" she said jokingly. "This will be the last time I'll ever
have to give you anything."

"Whatever you say princess," I answered sarcastically.

I had to admit Jen looked good. She was wearing a pair of low-riding
jeans with a studded belt that allowed the crack of her ass to peak out
over the top. The little black top she was wearing would have been
more suited to a nightclub than a foozeball game but I wasn't
complaining.

"You'd better put those in the fridge." Jen said with a wave of her
hand. "We wouldn't want any warm beer would we?"

"We?" I asked. "Who said you're getting any bitch?"

Jen opened her mouth in mock surprise. We joked around like that all
the time so it wasn't unusual for us to trade insults.

"You're the one that will be the bitch tonight," she countered. "My
bitch!" "Dream on. Let's play."

I took out a couple beer and put the rest in the fridge before making
my way over to the table. Jen was waiting, tapping her fingers
impatiently and glaring at me with her dark, almond shaped eyes. I
tossed her a beer and raised my own.

With a final "Good luck" we started to play.

Jen and I were starting to make our foozeball games a weekly tradition,
with me winning every single time. We would always wager something
which is why my fridge is usually well stocked with beer. In all
fairness, however, it was my foozeball table.

I won the first two games easily and downed two beer in the process.
Jen was taking it a little easier on the booze but was still drinking
her fair share.

"I have to admit," I said after scoring the game winning goal in the
second game. "You are getting better."

"Gee thanks," she drawled. "Just drop the ball."

"Are you sure you want to keep going? I usually get better as I drink
more."

"Best of seven series bitch! It's not over yet!"

"I think so far, you've been MY bitch."

My final comment shut Jen up and we began our third game. Ten minutes
later I was up 3-0 and Jen was head for the fridge to grab another
beer. "So where's Carrie tonight?" Jen asked, speaking in a baby voice
as she spoke my girlfriend's name.

It was no secret that Jen disliked Carrie, as she always seemed to
dislike my girlfriends.

"She's out with her friends," I answered.

"Uh oh! I bet she's getting fucked right now!"

"Settle down," I said dryly. "Why would she go out to get fucked when
she has this waiting at home?"

Jen let out a laugh.

"I'm just kidding," she giggled.

"By the way," I began. "Where's Kevin?" referring to her significant
other.

"Same."

I gave her a look of concern in an attempt at teasing her in the way she
had teased me.

"Don't even say it!" she blurted out. "He's not a cheater."

"What ever you say," I said with a smile.

"He's not."

"Okay."

"Fuck you!" Jen said, half laughing and tossing a bottle cap at me.
"Let's play. I'm just getting warmed up."

I took it easy on her that game and she managed to squeak out a meager
victory.

"Three to one, bitch!" she howled, dancing with excitement.

I could tell she was starting to get buzzed. Surprisingly it was making
her play better however and after she grabbed another drink we jumped
into our fifth game.

"Hey," I said halfway through the game. "How come we never hooked up?"

"What?"

"Why didn't we ever get together and... you know."

"Fucked?"

"Yeah."

I was always impressed my Jen's bluntness.

"Well," she said, cocking her head to the side as if in deep thought. "I
guess I don't like ugly guys."

"Ouch!" I said cringing. "That hurt."

"Just kidding," she returned. "We almost did. Don't you remember?"

"You mean...?"

"Yeah. Halloween. The night we met. I kind of wanted you."

"Really?" I asked as I scored another goal.

"Yeah. After we danced you probably could have taken me home."

Although I already knew everything she was telling me it was strange
hearing her say it. The fact was that I wanted her that night as well.


"I guess I missed my chance." I said in a over the top, resigned tone.

"You sure did."

We had become friend soon after that night and stayed ever since.
Except for the occasional flirting nothing had gone on between us.

"Oh well," I muttered. "I don't think you're dirty enough for me
anyway."

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

"I think I could handle anything you could give me."

Our conversation was starting to turn me on but I let the subject drop.
Jen ended up winning that game which brought our total to 3-2 in favor
of me.

"So you really think I'm not dirty enough?"

It was obvious that Jen wasn't ready to let the subject drop.

"I didn't say that. I said you're not dirty enough for me!"

"I think you would be surprised."

Her response peaked my curiosity and I took the bait.

"Okay, what's the dirtiest thing you've done?"

"I'm not telling!"

"Oh come on! You can't say something like that and then not tell me."

I had to admit I was very curious as to what Jen had experienced.
Although we joked around about sex all the time, we never really talked
about it seriously.

"I'll tell you what." she said. "If I win this game I'll tell you."

That's not fair! I..."

Jen cut me off by raising her hand.

"That's the deal. Take it or leave it."

Needless to say I took a dive and we were soon tied at three games a
piece.

"Okay, let's hear it." I said after admitting defeat for the third time
that night. "And this better be good."

"Okay, okay, Jen said, fidgeting with the handles on the foozeball
table. "Remember when I went to Mexico last year?"

"Yeah."

I leaned in closer, anxious to hear the story.

"Well I met a couple Australian guys. We hung out a few times and
stuff.

"And..."

On my last night there I had sex with both of them.

"Wow," was all I could say.

After a few moments to collect my thoughts I began to drill her for
details.

"Did they take turns or do you at the same time?" I asked, trying to
hide my growing erection.

"Same time."

"You slut!" I said laughing. "I would never have guessed!"

"Hey!" Jen answered, trying to sound hurt. "I was really drunk!"

"So they spit roasted you?"

"Spit roasted? What the hell do you.... Oh I get it. Yes. They spit
roasted me."

"Does Kevin know about this?" I asked, continuing my interrogation.

"Of course not. How would you feel if Carrie told you she got double
teamed?"

I was still too shocked to think about anything other that my friend
getting fucked like a cheap whore.

"Did they DP you as well?"

"DP?"

"Yeah. Double penetration. In the pussy and ass at the same time."

"In my ass!? Yuck. No, I don't do that!"

"What? Not at all?"

"Nope."

"So you'll get spit roasted like a dirty porn star but you won't even
try it in the butt?"

"It just doesn't appeal to me."

"Have you ever tried it?"

"No."

"Then you never know. You might like it."

"I doubt it."

"I told you you're not dirty enough for me."

"Oh yeah? And how many girls have you fucked in the ass before?"

"A few."

"Really?"

"Yeah. It's the best."

"Maybe for you."

"Hey, the girls enjoyed it too!"

"Yeah, I'm sure they did."

I let the subject drop, but unfortunately my dick did not. As we
started the next game I found myself staring at Jen, imagining her on
her hands and knees sucking some guy's dick while she gets fucked from
behind. In fact I was so distracted that she managed to score a few
goals before I realized what the score was.

"You're looking a little shaky," she said after scoring her fifth goal
of the game. "Did you drink a little too much?"

"I don't think that's it," I responded.

Jen tossed back her lustrous brown hair and flashed me a smile before
scoring another goal.

I let go of the handles and began to rub my wrist which was starting to
get a little sore.

"Oh, poor baby," Jen cooed. "It's probably all that jerking off you do."


Little did she know that she was going to be the subject of my
masturbatory fantasies that night.

Although I tried my hardest, Jen scored a few more lucky goals and
pretty soon I was down 9-0 and Jen was on the eve of her first victory
ever.

"So by the way," she said in a overly confident manor. "What are we
betting?"

"How about...If I win, I get to fuck you in the ass."

Jen stared at me with those sexy dark eyes, a crooked little smile
forcing it's way on to her face."

"Sure."

I was taken aback.

"Real
     
#36 | Posted: 19 Jul 2011 15:24
ST. TROPEZ



Amber strolled down the beach, marveling at the sheer beauty of the strip of sand know around the world as St. Tropez. Made famous in the sixties by Brigitte Bardot, it now was the play ground for the idle rich of Europe. This was Amber's second visit to the continent, but her first to the South of France, and it was all that it was cracked up to be and more!!! It was seven in the morning and she had the entire beach to herself, that is, except for the huge yachts that were moored not more than one hundred yards off shore. Picking up a shells as she went along, Amber could all ready feel the heat from the sun warming her bare back, even at this early hour! When she was far enough away from the main swimming area, she slipped behind some rocks and remove her shorts and halter top, and then lay down on her blanket for some serious sunning! Back in Ohio they didn't have any nude beaches, and even if they had, she wouldn't have had the guts to go naked in front of people she may have known, and even in France, five thousand miles from home, she found a secluded spot where no one would bother her. The heat felt good on her body, and the whole situation of being naked and on vacation made her pussy damp with excitement. She was half asleep and didn't hear the foot steps of an approaching male who also was doing a little shelling, and she was startled awake when he said in a heavy French accent, "Good morning mademoiselle, it is a beautiful day, no!?!"

Amber was total flabbergasted by the appearance of the middle aged man and desperately wished he would move on down the beach and leave her alone, but instead he just stood there looking at her naked body while making small talk. As she got a chance to look him over, he wasn't half bad looking for a man of about forty five, and she for a moment she forgot that she was lying naked in front of a total stranger with her legs partly open and her all ready damp vagina bulging full for him to see. He didn't seem to notice, however, and just prattled on about how much he enjoyed meeting people from all over the world, and how much he liked Americans. He introduced himself as Claude, and abruptly plopped down on the sand next to her. Feeling a bit more at ease, she slid over a little and offered him space on her blanket. He quickly accepted her offer, but before he got on, he stood up and casually removed his loose fitting shorts, exposing his penis to her now interested eyes. He wasn't the least bit embarrassed that he was semi erect, and lay down on the blanket next to an ever increasingly aroused Amber! Her vagina was now drooling along the length of her crack, the little drops glistening in the warm sunshine, while her breasts, large and full, soaked up the heat and shone with the sweat that ran down the valley between her bosom. She was finding it increasingly difficult to deep her mind on their conversation, as the feeling in her pussy grew more and more intense! She glanced down at his crotch, and groaned out loud when she saw that his once semi erect penis had grown to its full length of eight inches or so! He the offered, "I cannot help but notice that mademoiselle seems to be in need of, how do you say it, gratification!?!"

She nodded her head dazedly, hardly able to put two coherent words together, while slightly spread her legs farther apart, giving Claude an unencumbered view of her swollen lips! Almost casually he leaned over and took her all ready erect nipple into his mouth and sucked it gently, causing her vagina to gush uncontrollably under the heat of the morning sun! Her breathing had become shallow and labored, as the Frenchman used his talented tongue on her chest, nibbling and sucked at her hard nubs. "Does mademoiselle know that French men are the best in the world at orally satisfy and woman," he whispered in her ear? "No," she hissed, through clenched teeth, "I didn't know that!!!" "Would you care for me to demonstrate this phenomena for you," he asked innocently? "Oh, yes," she begged, "please show me, show me right now!!!" He laughed softly and slid between her warm sun tanned legs, kissing the inside of her thighs with soft wet kisses, working his way up to her moist pussy. "Oooo, la-la," he intoned gaily, while taking in a deep breath her sexual aroma, "you are in heat, no!?!" "Please stop playing with me," she begged, "do me now, please!!!" The next thing she felt was a long tongue slithering along the length of her crack, until it rested on her bulging little "man in the boat"! Within five seconds Amber's pussy was rocked by a thundering climax, the likes of which she had never felt before as her vagina flooded the Frenchman's mouth with a torrent of hot pussy juice that quickly covered the whole lower half of his face!

As her orgasm subsided, she had the unbelievable need to be filled with a large penis, and Claude seemed to read her mind like and open book, because a second or two later, he was shoving his thickness deep inside her waiting pussy! Amber was now like a bitch in heat, and the only thing that mattered was having another orgasm! She took her long legs and wrapped them around Claude's back, trying in desperation to lock their loins tighter together. Her mind was reeling, here she was on a public beach allowing a total stranger to take her sexually like no other man ever had in her life! All at once he picked up the pace of his thrusting, now hammering away at her helpless pussy with machine like efficiency, driving her like a wild animal to the brink of her climax! It didn't seem possible, but his penis seemed to get even harder as his own climax approached, and while looking directly into her eyes he said, "Mademoiselle, you are so beautiful, I had to pick you like a flower and hold you!" Just hearing his speak in such flowery language was all it took, and both of them held on for dear life as their orgasms ripped through their bo
     
#37 | Posted: 19 Jul 2011 15:25
Sleeping_Pills
Part 1

I live at home with my mom and sister. We lost my dad about 6 months ago to a car accident.
My sister is a year and a half older than me. We always got a long for short periods of time, but mostly we did our own thing.
My mom works during the day, so my sister and I are home a lot by ourselves.
Mom leaves the house about 8am every day and my sister rouses around 9 or so during the summer months.
My sister has always been the popular one. She's 5'5 about 120lbs with medium length brown hair and hazel eyes.
A lot of the guys seem to drool over her, though I never really paid attention that much. After all, she's my sister.
I did notice that she has a pretty solid build. She dances a lot and does the whole cheerleading thing.
She does have some of the largest tits on the squad as well.

I'm not what you would call a hunk. I'm more like a nerd. I'm 6 feet tall and weigh 150 pounds.
I have brown hair and blue eyes, though I do have 8" which I am pretty proud of.

Before my dad died I would work nights during the summer. Only 4 nights a week, but it was pretty tough on sleeping.
I usually got home around 4:30am and got to sleep about 5:30.
I've never really been a hard sleeper so I get woken up days by my sister taking a shower at 9am.
The bathroom is right next to my room, so I hear everything.

After my dad died, I had a real hard time sleeping. This was compounded by my working nights.
After about a week my mom noticed I was looking very tired and we talked about it.
She sent me to a shrink to "talk about things". What they decided was to let me use sleeping pills to help me sleep on the days that I worked and other days as needed.

The next morning after work I came home, popped a sleeping pill, took a shower and headed to bed.
I must say, I got a nice 7 hours of sleep.
I felt very refreshed and felt better about working in general.

After about 2 weeks I started to notice an unusual side effect of the sleeping pills.
I started to have very erotic dreams.
I swear they were wet dreams, except there wasn't the usual cum splattered in my shorts when I woke up.
Still every morning when I came home, I would take a pill, fall asleep and have some very wonderful dreams.
I swear I would even wake up in a haze to the pleasure of an orgasm and shooting out of my cock.
Then I would drift back to sleep. When I woke up, there wasn't any sign of my dream.
I even had a couple of dreams, or hazy dreams where I thought I saw a shadow figure in my room.

At first I thought this was just a wonderful side effect and thought about taking the sleeping pills more often.
After all, I get great sleep and a wonderful dream to boot.
But, I knew my mom would be pretty pissed if I took them all the time.

This continued on for about 2 weeks before I found out the truth.

A couple of mornings after I woke up I noticed that some of my cds were missing or rearranged when I woke up.
I immediately thought it was my sister coming in and taking things while I was asleep.
Though it was only on days when I took the sleeping pills. Maybe I was just being paranoid?
Or maybe she just knew she could take things while I was asleep.
I was a little pissed at the thought.
I confronted her about taking them, and she denied everything. Since I had no proof, I knew mom wouldn't believe me.
So, I decided to do a little detective work to find out.

The next time I had to work, I went and got our old video recorder.
I put it in my closet and put tape over the red LED that showed it was taping.
I aimed it to cover most of the room. It shot over the head of the bed to the corner where my CDs were.
Since I normally sleep for 6 to 7 hours I got an 8 hour tape and put it in and left for work.

When I got home that morning, I took my sleeping pill, took my shower, put on my boxers, turned on the recorder and climbed in to bed.

Soon I was sound asleep and again had another wonderfully erotic and orgasmic dream.

When I woke up, I went out to the kitchen to get something to drink and a little to eat.
I noticed I was a lone in the house. Mom was at work and my sister was probably out with her friends.
As I was finishing up I heard a click from my room and remembered that I had the video camera in my closet.

I went in to my room and there it was. The tape had finished and rewound itself.
I took it over and popped it in to the VCR connected to the TV in my room and hit play.

Of course my room came up and there I was sleeping away, kind of boring.
I hit fast forward and sat there watching me sleep. It took a while as I watched the timer on the VCR click away.
Then I saw a light and a figure enter my room. I hit play and watched. It was my mother. She walked over and gave me a kiss on my forehead then headed out the door. She must do that before heading to work. I resumed fast forwarding.
After fast forwarding about 3 hours worth of tape I hit Play so it would go slower while I went to the bathroom.

When the tape resumed regular play I could hear the shower running. It must have been my sister taking her morning shower.
When I got back from the bathroom I could hear my sister’s blow dryer going on the tape.

As I sat down on my bed the blow dryer stopped and it was just me sleeping again.

I grabbed the remote and was about ready to hit fast forward again when I noticed a light coming in to my room.
My door had just been opened.
OK, I said to myself. I am going to bust my sister for taking my stuff.

From the door I heard my sister "Hey bro, you awake?"
Of course I was asleep so there wasn't any response. I was lying on my back with my face facing away from the door.
That is probably why I didn't wake up. Then again I probably wouldn't have woken up even if I had faced the door.

Then I watched as my sister entered my room wearing only a towel.
OK, show me what you're taking now, bitch!
Only she didn't go over to my cds.

What happened next floored me.

My sister walked over and sat down on my bed next to me.
She pulled the covers down to my knees and slowly ran her hand along my leg.
"Time to get up little bro", she said with a lilt in her voice.

I watched as she ran her hand down my chest and over my stomach.
"What the fuc..?"
I couldn't believe what I was watching
     
#38 | Posted: 19 Jul 2011 15:25
th so hot! I couldn’t believe the feelings running through my body. I only hoped Katie was experiencing as much as I was. Suddenly, Katie jumped up and reversed. “I want you in me.” I reached for a condom but Katie beat me to it. She ripped the wrapper and slowly unrolled it around my dick. “You know I’m really tight. I hope it will fit.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll get it in. The condoms are lubed and you’re soaking wet. Just sit on it; it’ll go right in.”

Katie positioned my cock head just below her slit. I took it from her and rubbed the head against her, increasing the rate as which her juices were flowing. Slowly, she lowered herself, easing my cock into her. I’ve had some really tight girls and women during my life, but none like Katie. I could feel her pussy walls squeezing my cock but eventually we got most of it into her. “Are you OK?” I asked.
“Never better… never better,” she groaned. I raised my hips as I prepared my initial thrust. Katie nodded her OK. I pushed up all the way into her heavenly cunt. As I pulled back Katie gripped my shoulders to prepare herself for the oncoming effort. We moved together like we had been doing this for years. The tightness of her cunt combined with the abnormal size of my erection enhanced the wonderful sensations for both of us. Soon Katie was gasping and panting, a symptom I remembered from our phone sex sessions. Her breathing quickened and became more irregular as she moaned and groaned non-stop. An instant later she rammed her clit into me, threw her head back and screamed as she reached her release-- what I hoped would be the first of many. She collapsed into my arms where I gently kissed her cheeks and lips.

We rested for almost a half hour, my cock still embedded in her pussy. She roused herself. “Ready?” I asked. A nod was all it took to get us back into action. Again Katie rocked on my cock, grinding her sensitive clit into me. She was turning herself on, faster and hotter than I thought possible. Her pussy was squeezing me, sending jolts of sexual energy through my body. This was what fucking was all about! How incredible that I had to travel across the continent to learn about the ultimate pleasures of sex from a girl less than one-third my age. Again, Katie’s breathing became ragged; her motions irregular. She was rapidly approaching her second orgasm. I expected it to be only a fraction of the first but I was wrong. It seemed as though something had exploded within her. Her body spasmed uncontrollably until she screamed again, arched her back forcing my cock deep within her, and fell drained into my arms.
I caressed Katie’s head, kissing her tenderly. “Why don’t we stop for now. We can grab a bite to eat and pick up where we left off after.”

“Do we have to? I’m having such a good time. And what about you? You haven’t cum yet.”

“Don’t worry about me. We can take care of that later, after I’ve made you cum five times.”

“Five times? I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.”

“You’ll be OK, trust me. I think we need a shower. Let’s go.”

“You mean both of us?”

“Yeah, there’s a stall shower. It’ll be tight, but it’ll be fun.” We squeezed into the shower, barely making it. I couldn’t soap myself but I could soap Katie. And she could do me. Too soon we were clean and drying off. We dressed and headed out for dinner. I had reservations for Ruth’s Chris, the exclusive steak house. We got plenty of strange looks from the other diners but what did we care. We made like lovers, which we were. One diner had the audacity to say “Tsk” as he walked by. In other circumstances I might have hit him, but I couldn’t afford the publicity. Beside
     
#39 | Posted: 19 Jul 2011 15:26
llowed the crack of her ass to peak out
over the top. The little black top she was wearing would have been
more suited to a nightclub than a foozeball game but I wasn't
complaining.

"You'd better put those in the fridge." Jen said with a wave of her
hand. "We wouldn't want any warm beer would we?"

"We?" I asked. "Who said you're getting any bitch?"

Jen opened her mouth in mock surprise. We joked around like that all
the time so it wasn't unusual for us to trade insults.

"You're the one that will be the bitch tonight," she countered. "My
bitch!" "Dream on. Let's play."

I took out a couple beer and put the rest in the fridge before making
my way over to the table. Jen was waiting, tapping her fingers
impatiently and glaring at me with her dark, almond shaped eyes. I
tossed her a beer and raised my own.

With a final "Good luck" we started to play.

Jen and I were starting to make our foozeball games a weekly tradition,
with me winning every single time. We would always wager something
which is why my fridge is usually well stocked with beer. In all
fairness, however, it was my foozeball table.

I won the first two games easily and downed two beer in the process.
Jen was taking it a little easier on the booze but was still drin
     

#40 | Posted: 21 Jul 2011 07:20
Dinner With Scarlet


It's been a long day of bullshit in the office followed by an hour sitting in traffic to get home. You are ready to for a cold beer and some down time. You see my car in your driveway when you turn onto the street. A smile creeps across your face and you think this may be exactly what you need after the day you've had. You walk in the door expecting to see me waiting for you. The living room is deserted and the house is quiet so you start to the bedroom.

You walk into your bedroom knowing that I'm there waiting for you, only I'm not there. You call out for me.

"In the dining room baby," I say.

You are grumbling about what a shitty day you have had as you walk around the corner of the hall. You stop in mid-sentence when you walk into to find me lying on the table wearing a pair of 4 inch red stilettos and a black choker necklace that says "SLUT" in diamond studs. My hair is pinned up with a few loose strands framing my smiling face.

I smile at you and say, "I thought you might like something special for dinner tonight".

All the chairs are pulled away from the table with the exception of the one at the end of the table where my pussy sits waiting to be devoured.

"I'll need a little help baby," I say and motion to the restraints attached to the legs of the table, "but first can I have a kiss......pleeeease?"

You completely forget about your day as you lean down to taste my ripe lips. I feel your hungry mouth crushing my soft red lips....I know this will be a dinner I'll never forget! I grab the velvet lined cuffs and place them around each of my ankles.

"You'll have to do my wrists babe," I said with a sexy pout.

You quickly move to the other end of the table to secure my bonds knowing that I will be completely at your mercy then. Once you are satisfied that the restraints are secure you move back to your chair and grab my hips to pull me closer to you.

"OWWWWW," I cry out as this new position is straining my shoulders.

You reply to me "mmmmmm its ok little slut; in just a minute you will forget all about the pain."

My smooth slick pussy is already wett with anticipation but you decide if this is the game I want to play then I'm going to have to earn my pleasure. You drag your tongue slowly up my leg starting at the strap around my ankle and teasing all the way to the juncture of my hip and pelvis. I'm moaning at your tease and lifting my hips desperately trying to make contact between my clit and your tongue. I can feel your hot breathe teasing my engorged clit. Teasingly you lick your lips and blow, the cool air hitting my sensitive clit is almost more then I can stand.

"PLEEEEASE BABY!!!!" I beg.

You pull back and start the delicious torture all over again at the other ankle. My legs are spread wide for your pleasure. I can't even rub my thighs together to give myself any relief from your torture. Again I feel your tongue making is way slowly up my body, but much to my disappointment again you only tease me. This time lingering longer letting me feel your hot breathe, knowing how desperately I want you to taste my cunt. You let a trail of spit run from your lips. I feel every millimeter as it slow slides down from my clit to coat my swollen lips again you blow. I want to cry I want your touch so badly.

I hear the chair scrapping against the floor. You're still fully dressed and I feel so exposed laying here like this for you. You steady the chair and soon I feel your body moving between my legs, climbing on top of me. Your evil tongue leading a trail the rest of your body will follow.

My pussy is throbbing with need but still you ignore it. I look up and see an evil gleam in your eye as you lower your head to my breast. I soon feel your strong hand sliding up my side at the same time you capture my nipple between your teeth. Your hand found its target and roughly grabs my other tit and begins tugging and pulling. All I can do is moan and beg you for mercy, knowing that there won't be any, not that I truly want it.

You press your hard cock against my swollen cunt to show me what I have done to you. I have very limited mobility and I can't grind against you to get the relief I so desperately need. Your hand keeps roughly working my nipple. In very little time you see that tiny white pearl forming at the tip of my tit. You know I'm turned on beyond belief. Your hungry mouth devours that tit tasting that slightly sweet little drop and now slowly you slide back down my body.

My pussy is flooded with my own juice. There is a wet spot on the crotch of your pants where your cock pressed into me. You desperately want a taste of my sopping pussy. Your mouth attacks it just as you did my tits. My hips buck in response to the pleasure you are giving me. I can feel my orgasm quickly approaching and so can you.

You reluctantly pull back and slide two thick fingers deeply into my hot cunt rubbing that tender spot that will rocket me over the edge. You hear my panting and feel my pussy getting wetter; you know I'm just about to cum. But just before I can you yank your fingers from my pulsing cunt.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO," I cry out in desperation.

You shove your fingers soaked in my slut juice into my mouth. I greedily lick and suck at your pussy soaked fingers moaning in desperation. My cunt feels so empty. I desperately grind my hips begging for your attention.

I see you lower your beautiful head back between my legs, and out of my sight and then I feel your thick tongue working my pussy, sucking my soft slick lips between yours. You have my pussy juice flowing steadily. I want you to stretch my cunt with your thick cock sooo badly.

"Please Baby....Please Fuck Me...PLEEEEASE," I beg.

Your cock feels as if it's about to rip threw your pants. There is nothing you want more then to bury your cock balls deep inside my hot slit, but there is still one more thing you want to see. You slide those two thick fingers back into my hungry cunt.

"FUCK YESSSS" I scream out!!!

Your fingers are drenched after a few strokes; you quickly pull them from my snatch and stroke my tight ass. That tight little bud is lubed up from the steady flow of pussy juice and you easily thrust your thick fingers right into my ass.

"OH MY FUCKING GODDDDDDD YEEESSSSSSSS"

My body is flushed and I'm pumping my hips to take you as deeply as I can.

YES YES YES......MMMMMMMMFUCK YEAH BABY

As soon as the words leave my mouth my pussy starts to explode. I am gushing cum. Your arm is soaked and you can feel it quickly soaking thru your shirt to the skin on your chest. You start pulling at your clothes; all you can think of is burying your cock inside of me. Again you climb on the table, but this time it's about satisfaction not torture.

You plunge your throbbing cock into me in one strong stroke. I scream out as you stretch and fill me; my pussy is still pulsing from my orgasm. You keep telling me what a hot slut I am as you stroke in and out of my slit. I'm still tied to the table and all I can do is take your hard strokes, screaming again and again as u fuck me like never before, you want to see that water show again.

You slide your cock from my raw pussy down to my tight ass; pressing with steady pressure you feel the head pop thru my tight anal ring.

OH FUCK....OH MY GODDD....TOO BIG BABY....YOUR TOO BIG

You don't let that slow you down. You keep sawing your cock into that tight hole. I quickly adjust to your size and start pushing back for more. You look down to see your cock buried to the root in my hot ass.

"I can feel your heart beat on my cock you little slut" you tell me.

YES.....MMMMMMM FUCK ME.....FUCK MY TIGHT ASS BABY

Again my pussy starts to gush. I can't stop cumming ; there is a puddle under the table and your thighs are drenched. You feel your balls getting tight. You have been holding off for a long time, but between my tight ass clamped down on your thick cock and the non-stop squirting you can't wait anymore. You hammer your cock hard into my tender ass. You are driven by animalistic lust, your pleasure so intense nothing else matters, you never even here my screams as you plunge deeper into my tight passage. Thankfully I feel you go ridge and you begin empting your balls deep in my ass. You thrust again and again filling me as deeply as you can. Then I feel you go still, your breathe is ragged, a light sheen of sweat covers your sexy body. I have a sudden feeling of loss as your deflating cock slip from my well used ass and you hit the chair with a thud.

You reach up and begin to loosen the straps holding me to the table. You rise from your chair on shaky legs and slowly walk around the table; your hands trailing my body as you do. Your light caress feels like an electric current. You stop to tweak my stiff and sensitive nipples, you love the way it makes me cry out.

You let my wrists free kissing the red marks left behind on my tender flesh from my pulling against the bonds. My entire body aches from being restrained and tense form the teasing you just gave me. You tenderly rub me down. Leaning over me you gently kiss my lips. I can taste my pussy on your breathe mmmmmm it's taste soooo good. You help me to the edge of the table. As I sit on the edge of the table still trying to catch my breathe I look up at you smiling I say....

"Sooooo what do you want for desert baby??"

     
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