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“Honey, I want to play a game.” Jen called out.
Jeff was just finishing the dinner dishes.
He was dressed in a floral summer dress, over his corset, now tightened enough to give him a girly hourglass figure. On his head a blond wig. His makeup wasn’t very good but he was getting better.
On his cock a cage with the internal lock filled with epoxy. He would never cum again or even feel an erection. Well not the way he used to. He still came occasionally, but it wasn’t the same. Still this had been one of his fantasy’s, and it still got him going months later.
On his feet a pair of six inch pumps. Locked by his wife three weeks ago. What scared Jeff was his feet and legs no longer hurt. Wearing the heels just felt natural now. Jen had said when she locked them that if you wear heels too long your tendons shrank, permanently. Is that why his feet no longer hurt?
He quickly finished and headed to the bedroom to see what fun thing Jen had planned.
“OH my, I forgot you were wearing the corset today, that’s unfortunate, for you, but no matter, put this on.” She said as Jen handed him a black Latex hood.
He pulled it on and she helped adjust it. There were no eye holes, just an opening for his mouth and chin.
“From this point forward, until I say otherwise, you are my toy, a thing, an object. I will not talk to you, and you will say nothing.”
Jeff’s cock tried to break the stainless steel cage.
“I am going to mount you in the queening chair for the weekend.” She continued.
“For the weekend?” he thought, “it’s only Thursday.”
“I will release you for one hour overnight to use the bathroom, eat and drink, but no talking, toys don’t talk.” She said as she fit a collar around his neck, and locked it on, sealing the hood to his head, with a click. “You are my pussy licking toy to be used when and if I want, and to be left and ignored when I’m done, until I need to use it again.”
With that she took his hand and led him out of the bedroom, down the hall and into the garage. With her help he got into the seat and sat still while she locked him in. She added a few new straps to his arms and chest. He was well and truly just part of the machine now.
He felt her get into the seat. She sat there for a moment, studying her toy. The hood had been a great idea, it took away his humanity. No longer her husband, now he, (no not he, it) was just a pleasure toy, Just part of the chair put there to make her cum.
She lit a cigarette and sat back to enjoy it. Her husband’s fantasy to see her smoke, had become a great source of pleasure to her. She had worried about getting hooked, but now she no longer cared, that was long behind her.
Finishing her smoke, she engaged the lever to move her toy into position. She stopped it a little short. Her toy started to lick, but was just out of range so the tip of the tongue just brushed the outside of her pussy lips. She enjoyed this for şişli esc a moment, then pulled the toy hard into her pussy, and the tongue went to work.
Looking down all she saw was a black Latex toy. Perfect. Her first orgasm washed over her. She left the toy engaged as another orgasm started building. She was going to love this weekend, free to do what she wanted. Her husband was out of town, she thought with a smile at her lie.
Several orgasms later she pushed the lever back, disengaging her toy and climbed off the machine.
“What to do tonight? Maybe a movie?” She mused out loud as she left the room.
Jeff sat there, horny as hell, loving this new game. He felt every bit of the objectivecation his mistress had subjected him to, and loved it.
Jen woke with a start. She had fallen asleep on the couch watching a movie. It was early morning, she stretched and went to get some coffee. She felt the urge to light a cigarette, but ignored it. She loved the first cigarette of the day, but put it off and let the need build. Finally after making herself A cup of coffee she lit up and felt the pleasure radiate out from just above her stomach. Her body felt as if it was glowing.
Once done with her coffee she put the dishes in the sink and went to get dressed. She was going to do an early morning workout, then come home to shower, before going to a mani pedi. Maybe some shopping before meeting her girlfriend for a late lunch early dinner.
She felt a momentary feeling of guilt over her husband’s situation, but tamped it down. This was her fantasy, and she knew he was enjoying it.
Hours later she got home from shopping, throwing her bags on the bed she ran to the garage. Not to check on her husband, he was out of town after all, but to get off. She had been dwelling on her new toy all morning and had to use it now!
Within moments of engaging it she was screaming as she came.
“FUuuuuuck”
After this orgasm she eased the lever back a little and let the toy work gently on her lips as she came down.
She could easily have a few more of those, but she did have plans.
Getting up she looked at her new toy, it was wet and shiny from her juices, maybe she should clean it? But no it would be fine.
It was getting easier to think of it as a toy and not her husband.
She met Christine for an early dinner. They had been roommates in college and lifelong friends. Christine had been having a bad year. Her multi year relationship had crumbled and they broke up six months ago. Jen felt bad for her and wanted this evening to be fun for her.
Dinner had led to bar hoping getting drinks and watching the single men.
Finally Jen couldn’t take it anymore. She hadn’t smoked in front of anyone before but she needed one.
“Mind if I smoke?” She asked as they walked to the next bar.
“You smoke now?” Christine asked incredulously.
“Well yes, a little, and taksim esc with all the drinks I’m feeling like one would be good right now.” Jen lied.
Christine watched in shocked amusement as her straight laced friend took out a cigarette and lit it.
“Damn girl that looks good on you, let me have one.”
Christine had smoked in college, but had quit when she started dating Josh several years before.
Jen fished her pack out, feeling bad for corrupting her friend, but not really having an argument to stop her.
“Damn I didn’t realize how much I missed these,” Christian said, taking a long first drag.
At the next bar they got an outdoor table so they could smoke while they enjoyed their drinks.
“So, how did this start? In college you were a goody two shoes, spill” Christine said.
Jen hesitated for a long moment, then with a sigh started talking.
Christine let her go, knowing if she interrupted Jen she might not hear it all.
Jen on a roll and tongue loosened by alcohol spilled every detail, including her new toy.
“Wow, that’s straight out of the pages of penthouse girlfriend.” Christine said when her friend had finished.
Raising her hand to get the check Christine added. “Come on, this I have to see.”
Jen, now a bit scared of sharing her Kinky life, followed along. She had become much more assertive in her life, and enjoyed it, but always demurred to Christine.
After showing Christine their “dungeon” the two friends went in the house for a nite cap. It was late and Christine was going to stay the night.
Jen waited until Christine should be asleep and went to the garage to let her toy up for his hour break.
There she was shocked to find Christine in the queening chair riding her toy for all she was worth.
Jen smiled, this could be fun. She went to the toy cabinet, Christine was far too involved in the pleasure to notice her there.
She grabbed some cuffs and a crop, that would do to start.
By the sound her friend was close, time to act before she came.
Jen went to the chair and struck the moaning Christine hard across her naked tit’s.
Christine’s world collapsed.
“What the hell are you doing?” Jen yelled in a far angrier tone than she was feeling.
Christine covered her naked chest and moved the lever back removing the tongue from her pussy.
“I,,, I,, I’m sorr…”
“Shut up and get out of my seat.” Jen yelled.
Christine got up fast. Scared by her friends anger. Guilty of what she had done. She trembled at her friend’s domination.
Jen took advantage of the sudden turn of events and placed cuffs on her still trembling friend. Quickly she had her tied to the st andrews cross.
“When was the last time you had sex Christine?” She asked bluntly.
“Maybe a year ago.”Christine choked out, just starting to realize her predicament.
“Did you cum on my toy?”
“NO! You stopped topkapı escort me, what was that? I know I shouldn’t have but you whipped Me, what the Fuck Jen?”
“Mistress.”
“What?” Christine said, confused.
“While you are in my dungeon and under my control, it’s Mistress.”
“I’m not part of your Kinky fantasy’s JEN” Christian said in anger.
“You joined them when you decided to ride my toy, now you have to pay for the privilege.”
Christine looked at her and tried to free her arms, but she couldn’t. Jen took out a cigarette and lit it, taking a long drag and blowing it in Christine’s face. Christine tried to look defiant, but started to crumble.
“Sorry Mistress, ” she said in a shaky voice, “what you said about your slave and how you had turned him into a toy made me so horny, I had to try it out.”
Jen watched for a moment smoking. Finally when she knew the silence was starting to make Christine uncomfortable, she spoke.
“Do you want to replace him? It is only Friday night, you will be my toy until Sunday night. I will set you up just like he is.”
Christine’s breath Caught at the offer, she thought for a moment and shook her head yes, even as tears formed in the corner of her eyes. She couldn’t believe she was doing this.
“That will be a suitable punishment” Jen stated, “wait here.”
Jen released Jeff and got him into the house. Leaving him in the bathroom, still blind, she told him to wait here, there was a change of plans, but he was still a thing and couldn’t talk.
Next she went to their bedroom to gather some things. She got a corset, another hood, this one lycra, and a chastity belt she had bought to see what Jeff liked so much about chastity. She had never tried it.
Turning to leave, she stopped and went back to get the butt plug attachment to the belt and a tube of lube.
“This is a punishment after all.” She said to herself.
Once back in the playroom she noticed Christine had changed. The defiance was all gone, replaced with fear, and maybe some excitement.
Christine did not fight or try to leave when Jen released her from her bonds. She stood there and let Jen put the hood over her head and then the locking collar around her neck. Next Jen put the corset on her and pulled it tight.
Christine did start to protest when Jen placed the belt around her waist, with the plug pushing against her ass.
“SILENCE!” Jen growelled. “You agreed to be set up like Jeff. Be thankful I’m not gluing the locks shut like his chastity. But the weekend is not over yet, and I’m still angry at the betrayal. So maybe.”
Christine quivered, interesting Jen thought.
It only took a few minutes to get her strapped into the chair. Jen sat back, not engaging the lever just yet as she thought of what to do with Jeff. She still wanted her weekend alone. Then she had an idea. She engaged the lever.
Christine knew better what to do with her tongue, well maybe not better, Jeff knew her buttons, but different.
She came quickly, then eased back the lever, just out of reach for the tongue. Lit a cigarette and then engaged the leaver forcing her new toy tight up against her pussy.
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Sugar Perspectives Ch. 01
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(Hey everyone! I thought I’d try a short series in which each entry is from the perspective of the two people involved. The first is the My character, Johnathan Roberts, star of several of my other stories. All characters in this story are fictional, and are over the age of 18. Enjoy!)
JOHNATHAN’S PERSPECTIVE:
It was a total surprise when I asked her, though in retrospect, it shouldn’t have been. Layton was the girlfriend of my son, Chris. She was maybe 5’6 if that, slim and petite, with b+ cup breasts (guessed when looking discreetly) blonde hair and cobalt blue eyes, a smart head on her shoulders, and had those stunning girl-next-door looks that said he’d really hit the ball out of the park on this one. They’d been dating off and on for more than a year now, & were both at the University just up from my place on the coast, and while I had been blessed with a lot of financial security, for Layton it wasn’t so. Unlike my life in the gated Gator Point community, she had grown up desperately poor. And that along with a pinch of opportunity was what got the old man’s gears spinning.
Chris was doing a presentation related to his doctoral studies, and said he’d drive down when he got back in, he’d let Layton and myself know when he knew more. As I happened to be in the capital city, I offered to give Layton a ride down, which was good with her, as she had no car. I can’t remember the complete conversation, but it went something like this:
“It’s good to see that you two are back together,” I said, “He was hitting way over his weight when he met you.”
Layton blushed and said “Not so sure about that, but wow is that ever nice. Actually these days with his studies, Chris barely has time for anything, much less me, and to tell the truth, I’m not sure if I can really afford to stay in school…so really, we’re just not sure about a lot.”
“Damn that’s a shame.” I said. I knew she came from a badly broken home, so asking the parents was not an option. “Can I ask where you are in school loans?”
“Well, for my degree in criminology, they don’t like to see a lot of debt, it hurts your credibility. I know the max amount they want to see, and there is just no way I can finish and not go far beyond that.”
We rode in silence for a bit, before I spoke. “So if you had the finances covered, you two’d still be together though, right?”
“Honestly Mr. Roberts—“
“Call caddebostan escort me John, or Johnathan, but for goodness sake, no ‘Mister’ stuff, ok?” I ended with smile, and that little crack made her smile in return. It was working
“Really, it’s just hard to tell right now. Your son is a great guy, and wow are you ever great to me. I mean, not sure how I would have made it this far without your support, from food to the occasional financial ‘gifts’. I know you’re just trying to do the best you can, and you are overly generous. Chris & I are in a odd place right now. A holding pattern, if you will.”
“Much of it related to this school thing we’re discussing?” My plan was taking shape.
“Well I am a bit more than $10K short just to make the gap, and I need a little more than $2k in the next week, so yep, that’s it all right…” She let it trail off and stared out the window. The classic mid-90’s Acura NSX was dead sexy & had a great engine hum, and I let it drone for a bit, but she broke off her trance when I took it out of gear and glided into a parking lot just before the bridge overlooking the bay. Nice backdrop for my proposal.
“Look Layton, I have an idea, if you’re willing to be open-minded.”
“Oh?” she looked at me with a mix of curiosity and a smile. “Well please do enlighten me, because I’m truly desperate.”
Pay dirt. “Well, what if I told you that I can cover that? In fact I could do more.”
“No, no you can’t. you’ve done too much already.” She looked out across the bay, sniffled behind her sunglasses and whispered “not fair…”
“Damn right it’s not.” I said. “Remember the open-minded part? Well, here goes. I recall overhearing you two joking about money when you were down last and-“
She gasp out loud. “NO! YOU are proposing to be my…my…Sugar-“
“Daddy. Yes, yes I am, though the name is not a fave. Look, if it offends you, I can turn this car back around and take you back to Uni. But if you are willing to at least explore the idea, let’s drive and talk. To quote you earlier, you are truly desperate. Besides, I have a meal going in the slow-cooker. It’s that pork sausage meatball one that I know you like. I say we go discuss this like two adults, have a little dinner, and then we’ll decide if it’s a good idea or not. Hell, I’ve even got a great vintage wine to go with it”
We sat there can escort for more than a minute. Layton sniffled a bit and stared at the bay before she simply pointed towards Gator Point and said “Shame to ruin one of your meals. You’re the best cook I’ve ever met. So let’s go.”
The remainder of the ride was mostly her peppering me with questions. “Why hadn’t I remarried after Chris’s mom died? (I buried myself in my work) How did I come up with this idea? (I too had checked out the ‘Sugar-Daddy’ sites and was not impressed. Just not me). Was being a lawyer really that enriching? (is if you are aggressive, and bury yourself in your work)
The meal was one of my betters. I prided myself on being a great cook. When we actually began the conversation though, I held up a finger, and handed her a car key. “It’s to the Range Rover in the garage.. At no point in this conversation, do I want you to feel trapped, or that you have to ask me to leave. I dropped your things in the other master bedroom, as it has it’s own stairs that lead you to the garage.” I filled her wine glass with a nice aged Chardonnay. “I’m not going to pressure you, and I think I’ve answered every question, except one. And the answer is that you are something special.”
“She took a good drink, then said “I’ll admit, you are an attractive man. You must be in your 50’s, but you are in excellent shape. I bet women your age consider you a catch.” She looked at me for a bit, a wry smile partly forming. Another sip. “The real truth is, I have indeed considered one of those sites. Yes, I’m that desperate. But what about your son?”
At that moment, the phone rang, and its no guess as to who it was. She stood on the deck for a while, taking the call. Afterward, she gazed at the Gulf for a minute, then looked over her shoulder. That invitation took no prompting, and I joined her.
“Well, it appears that Chris won’t be in until Sunday afternoon. Honestly John, I’m thinking about it, and there is an appeal on several levels, but on the other hand, I’m not sure what to think.” She immediately held up a hand. “This really is the only way, but would have to stay TOTALLY private. You already know this, but my no means NO…”
Layton stared out at the gorgeous sun setting on the Gulf, then turned and slipped her hand around my neck and deeply kissed me. She was apparently making the most of it, because çanakkale escort her tongue traced my lips softly before parting them and searched my mouth. After a bit bodies pressed together as we held each other and continued kissing. My cock began to strain at the fabric of my pants, and I soon felt her soft hand on my rising bulge.
Moving back inside, Layton & I went for another long kiss, until she broke it and knelt between my legs. She undid the zipper of my pants with her teeth and freed my erection. I kicked aside the pants and spread my legs, giving her better access to my hard-on.
I have a decent sized cock for a guy in his 50’s, and I have been told by more than once that the damn thing is thick. She seemed to confirm that when her eyes popped at the sight of it. Her hand confirmed what she saw as she held its weight and girth, and it made her smile.
Not wasting any time, she licked up and down my cock, around its head, and teased my balls before until she gradually took my entire shaft into her mouth, working her way back s-l-o-w-l-y until the head hit the back of her throat.
“Day-umm,” I groaned. “That feels incredible.”
Her mouth slid off me and she began stroking my shaft. “Wow this is a lot bigger than I expected, and that’s a good thing. You really like how I do it?”
“Fuck, Layton…that felt amazing. How about a little more?”
Layton Walker now had a wry smile I’d never seen on her before. With her gaze fixed on mine, she once again took down my entire length and began sucking slowly at first, then increased her precision as her head bobbed up and down.
She certainly knew her stuff. She pushed the head over into one cheek, then back down to her throat, then she’d look up at me with it stretching her mouth wide. Releasing me for a moment she said “I want your load, ALL of it.” She was stroking the shaft and said “Great sunset, yes?” Then was back on me.
I’d like to say how long I lasted, but the fact is it wasn’t long. After all, I had not had sex in more than a year. Layton’s hair felt wonderful in my hand as my cock twitched and I stiffened. And with incredible skill, she swallowed all of the huge load I released. Every. Single. Drop.
It had been quite a while for me, and I dropped weak-kneed onto a chair. Taking a small towel she had brought, Layton licked and wiped me clean. Standing, she said “Still not sure how I’ll handle Chris, I’m going to push that out of my mind for the moment. We have this evening & tomorrow too, so I guess I’ll make the most of it. I’m going to shower. Come in here when you can walk.” Again that devilish smile, and she was gone. My weekend was looking up.
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Wish Cums True Pt. 04: Wife Takes Adv
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Ever since my husband had his crazy wish granted, things have taken a very sexy turn. It’s only been a few days, but in that time span, I’ve been constantly horny, we’ve had sex more than we had in the past year combined practically, and I’ve been working out like crazy. Every time I even walk briskly, it feels like I’m 80% to an orgasm. My body has changed too, to the point where everyone is looking at me and I’m just constantly aroused by all the attention and my pussy is swollen and dripping seemingly 24 hours a day. In short, I’ve become insatiable.
I was hot before the kids and time combined to soften my body a little bit, but now. . . My body is like a victoria’s secret model, or a fitness model. My D cups have zero droop to them, they’re so soft and supple but firm and bouncey, that I barely need to wear a bra anymore (and I often don’t). Often, I no longer wear panties, simply because I’m so wet all the time that they would just be soaked and in the way. I find that I’ve been masturbating like 5 times a day at least, and even more if I can’t fuck my husband Steve. Work has been kind of impossible, I can’t concentrate in meetings and I’m constantly rubbing myself off under my desk.
After a really long day at work, I just need to release all this tension. I’ve orgasmed like 8 times today, but nothing that ever seemed to release all of my built up pressure and I need to release it. My parents are over to watch the kids before we go on vacation, and Steve is on a business trip out of town. I decide it’s time to hit up the gym. We have a membership to a local non-chain gym, and it’s open for another hour. Just enough time for me to get in and get my workout done before they close.
“Alright Mom,” I say on my way towards the door. “Keep an ear out for the kids, but they should be fine at this time of night. I’m going to the gym, since you and Dad are here to watch the kids for us while Steve’s working late.”
“Okay Megan,” said her Mother. “Have a nice workout, we’ll be here until you don’t need us anymore, and your father’s already fallen asleep on the couch. . .”
Not wanting to waste another minute of gym time on chit-chat with my mother, I headed out the front door and hopped in the car and drove to the gym. When I got there, it seemed pretty slow, but I guess that’s how the gym is at 10pm on a weeknight. There were a couple of ladies doing aquatic aerobics in the pool, so I decided to try the elliptical. When I got to the machine room there was only one woman walking slowly on a treadmill on the other side of the room. I started to do my elliptical workout, slowly at first, and then faster and faster. As I ramped up the speed, my body felt amazing! Thank god it was hot in the gym, because my pussy was drenched in sweat from my physical activity.
After a few minutes, the ladies in the pool and the treadmill lady had all gone into the locker room to go home. I was all alone in the big workout room, probably for the first time I can remember. With my jog building me up yet again to a crushing orgasm, and no one around, I ripped off my t-shirt, leaving me in just a sports bra and spandex and cranked the treadmill up to Usain Bolt. After 10 straight minutes running flat out I had to stop the treadmill. Exhausted physically but pent-up beyond belief sexually, I decided to take a walk around the gym to cool off.
I swung by the pool and it was empty and the lights were off. There was an older woman who looked like she was asleep at the front desk, but as I moved farther towards the back of the building I could hear noises coming from the gym. Through the thin-windows in the door to the basketball court, I could see a handful of guys playing basketball. Curious, I tried the door, but it was locked. Then I saw the sign taped next to the door: “Reserved for Practice 9-10:30pm”. As I peeked back in the window, I could see what looked to be college age guys running plays and drills on the court. There were 5 guys, of various sizes, the smallest looked to be about 6’1 and the tallest looked to be about 6’8 and very physical. They moved with the ease and precision of a well-practiced team. However, I didn’t see any of that, because all I could think about was which one had the biggest dick. My bet was on the small forward. He looked about 6’6 and really skinny and lanky.
Without even realizing it, my hand crept down the front of my shorts and was slowly and deliberately caressing my clit. God it felt amazing. I then noticed the time, 10:25pm. These guys must be finishing their practice soon, and I got an idea. I picked my gym bag up and went into the locker room and stripped and got in the shower. This gym was old-school and just had one big open area for showers with about 8-10 shower heads arrayed around the room and a table covered in towels at the entrance. I picked the farthest shower head with my back Escort bayan to the entrance and turned the water on full blast as hot as I could stand it. For a few minutes I scrubbed myself down and blasted away all the sweat off my body, but then I couldn’t help but think about the basketball players.
Realizing no one was around, my hands began to explore my body. The hot water running down between my breasts, my left hand caressing my breast and my right playing with my clit was moving me very rapidly towards an orgasm, so much so, that I didn’t hear the voices. Suddenly, I was aware I was not alone and opened my eyes yet again right before an orgasm to see 4 of the basketball players standing at the benches in front of the showers with their mouths open, frozen by my display of masturbation.
“Miss. . .” said the smallest of the 4, obviously the point guard and leader of the group. “I think you’re in the wrong locker room. . .”
“Yes! My plan worked!” I thought to myself. “Oh god, I’m so sorry guys! I must’ve not been paying attention from my run and went into the wrong room!” I fake stammered as I used one hand to cover up my crotch and my other arm to cover my breasts. I could see all four start to get aroused and looking at me like a lion would look at a piece of meat. Realizing that I had their attention and could probably ask them to commit murder for me, I finished setting my plan in motion.
“Actually,” I said dropping my hands to my sides and standing tall and showing off my assets and turning the shower off. “I was maybe hoping you guys could help me with something. . .” I wanted to see who would talk first, and I was hoping it was the small forward. He looked sexy in a non-chalant way, like an NBA player crossed with a surfer. He had longish dirty blonde hair, extremely broad shoulders with a very lean/athletic/wiry build and really long arms. Unfortunately, the shooting guard spoke up first, I guess he would have to do.
“What is that?” Shooting guard asked with an arched eyebrow and what appeared to be a slight lean or step forward.
I decided I would just lay it out there: “Well boys, I’ve been trying all day, but nothing’s working. I’m pent up, and I need to get fucked. That’s the only thing that will satisfy me,” I said, while matter-of-factly making eye contact with each of the four. They all reacted at my words, but all non-verbally. Point guard’s eyes looked like they were going to shoot out of his head as he whipped his head around to look at his teammates. The Center, who was 6’8 and really strong, with very dark skin and a shaved head, just smirked, like this sort of thing happened to him all the time (or like he’s seen plenty of porn). The shooting guard took two steps forward while looking at me confidently and I could see a growing erection in his basketball shorts. But I was looking at Small Forward. He seemed so non-chalant about it. He was looking at me, but softly, with no straight up desire or worry. And he just sat down on the bench and started unlacing his shoes with his back to his teammates.
“Which one?” asked Shooting Guard, who as the pretty boy, was obviously expecting to be my target.
“Any of you.” I practically growled. “ALL OF YOU! I just need it!” I practically screamed. I could feel my pussy’s wetness running down my leg now that the water wasn’t on. I walked forward, towards Shooting Guard, since he was the closest. After a few steps I was face to face with him on the edge of the locker room and Point Guard and Center were looking on and Small Forward was packing up his bag with his back to me. Without any hesitation or introduction, I simply got down on my knees and pulled Shooting Guard’s shorts down and began sucking on his cock.
He was a good looking guy, 6’2 maybe, dark brown or black closely cropped hair with blue eyes and an olive complexion that could’ve been Latin or Greek or Italian. His rapidly hardening cock seemed pretty great too. As I began working in earnest on his shaft with my mouth and hands and making eye contact, I could practically see steam shooting out of his ears. He leaned his head back and made a low guttoral moan and pulled his shirt off, revealing a well-toned body with a couple tattoos.
“Oh shit!” I heard Center say in the background. “[Power Forward] is going to be so pissed he decided to skip the shower tonight! Damn!”
Not wanting Shooting Guard to waste a precious load without fucking me, I stood up and slid over to the bench in between them and said “What are you waiting for?”
Shooting Guard didn’t waste any time, he stepped out of his shorts and underwear and walked up behind me naked except for his high tops, which has to be some kind of funny parody of the porn stars who always fuck in high heels. Without a second to waste, his hands were all over me from behind, squeezing my breasts and rubbing Bayan escort my pussy and feeling across my body. Quickly, I bent down and put my hands on the bench and ground my ass backwards into him and he immediately got the idea. Instantly I felt his cock jam into me from behind and start forcefully pounding my pussy. He felt like a good 7 inches. Not spectacular, but a girl could work with much less. He also seemed to know how to use it. Within a couple thrusts, I could already feel close to an orgasm. I felt his hands on my hips, and then more hands, playing with my breasts.
I couldn’t hold back any longer, my body started to shudder as my first orgasm hit. I arched my back and moaned repeatedly as Shooting Guard fucked me with no abandon. When I finally opened my eyes, Center was sitting before me on the bench completely naked with his cock out. That orgasm was good, but it wasn’t the release I needed. I needed MOAR!! I took Center’s cock in my hands, getting a feel for him. His cock was massive. Like an anaconda. About 8″ long but very thick and powerful feeling in my hand. I immediately pulled his cock into my mouth while trying to maintain eye contact. I wanted to see his face the moment my hot mouth got on him, but it was hard to do while being fucked from behind. I went straight to the deep throat, not his whole cock mind you, but as far as I could go and I could see his eyes roll back in his head. I began to time my strokes with Shooting Guard’s strokes so in effect he’d be shoving Center’s cock in my mouth with each thrust.
After a couple minutes of being a ‘chinese finger trap’ I felt Shooting Guard’s rhythm change. Sensing he was getting close, I pulled off of Center and turned around on the bench and took Shooting Guard back in my mouth and began wagging my ass at Center.
“I want to see it. . .” I moaned in between strokes on his cock with my mouth. “I want your cum.”
I could feel Center’s hands on my hips guiding me down, so I lowered myself satisfyingly onto his cock. The sudden change in cock girth made me gag a little bit on Shooting Guard’s cock in my mouth, but god it felt so good. Almost like when Steve fucks me with his giant cock. I slowly began bouncing my pussy down on his as Center leaned back slightly and watched me go to town. I could feel his hands on my hips and my ass and occasionally my breasts. Shooting Guard was getting close from my sloppy BJ and the sight of my bobbing up and down on his cock. He started to rhythmically thrust his hips ever so slightly on each down stroke and after a few more seconds, he grabbed the back of my head with his left hand and pulled his cock out of my mouth and began jerking it while his low moan turned into an almost roar.
After a couple jerks I watched as his cock spat out several shots of cum at my chin and neck and cheeks and he seemed to almost crumple from the effort of unloading on me. His thick load sat on my face, hot and sticky and musky and sexy as hell. I leaned back against Center and bobbed on his cock some more until I couldn’t hold back and began another orgasm.
“Oh, god, fuck fuck, fuck, fuck yes, oooooooooooh yes!” I cried as I rode him for all I was worth. When my orgasm was over I crumpled back against Center, who was now supporting both our bodies. My head was resting against his shoulder while I rocked slowly on his cock almost spent when I heard him whisper in my ear, “You like this, don’t you girl?”
Without even opening my eyes, I turned my head slightly so I could make eye contact with him and breathlessly whimpered “Use me. . . please! I need it. . . Don’t stop!”
Center grabbed my hips again with both hands and started to lift me up and down on his cock like I was his personal fleshlight, and it was amazing. His strength was unbelievable and I could almost immediately feel another orgasm welling up in me as his cock pounded in and out of me. Soon I felt his rhythm change too, slowing down slightly and changing the angle. His cock rubbed me just right and just as I launched into another orgasm on his giant black snake, I felt him pull me off of his cock and watched as he reached around my waist with his right hand and jacked the cum out. As I closed my eyes for my orgasm, I felt his first shot of cum hit me in the mouth and stretch all the way down between my breasts to my navel in one long warm gooey line. Several more smaller ropes shot out onto my stomach and the bottom of my breasts as my back arched and I finished coming again.
When I opened my eyes, Center lifed me off of his lap and laid me down on the bench. I looked up and saw Point Guard straddle my waist completely naked with his already hard cock between my tits. Without a word, I wrapped my tits around his cock squeezed between my hands and he started thrusting for all he was worth. After about 30 seconds, he couldn’t hold it Escort and pulled out and shot about 5 quick hot ropes of cum all over my tits and chin.
“Sorry,” He said sheepishly. “I couldn’t help but fluff myself a little and you’re so hot, I got carried away. I almost came when [Center] shot his load on you. . .”
“Don’t worry about it,” I said, lost in the physical, mental and emotional pleasure of having 3 hot guys cum on my body. I leaned up a little on my elbows and saw Small Forward with his back to us in the shower. “Man, this stud is cool as a cucumber. Or maybe Gay?” I thought to myself.
“Hey [Small Forward],” yelled Point Guard. “I think she’s needs you too!”
Small forward looked over his shoulder at us, and then turned back and shut off the shower. He walked over, and as he got out of the shower, I couldn’t believe it. He was absolutely beautiful. Wiry and lean and all muscle, with broad shoulders and no tattoos and not much body hair. But his cock. As he got closer I could see it, and it looked to be about 5″ and good proportioned and his balls were large and heavy and swayed back and forth as he walked. He had the easy confidence of someone who knew what he had and therefore didn’t give a shit what anyone else thought. As he got closer, his cock began to get harder at the sight of what his teammates had done to me. He straddled the bench wordlessly between my legs, his cock sticking up and bouncing around as he scooted towards me.
“Have these guys helped you out enough or do you still need some more?” he said with a sexy smirk.
“Please. . . I’m so close to getting the release I need. I need more!” I pleaded. “Do whatever you want, just fuck me, and get me off one more time. . .”
I leaned forward a little and grabbed a hold of his cock. It had grown quite massive. Maybe 10″ and almost too big to fit my hands around. I gave it a couple of slow tugs and positioned it against my pussy. Small Forward spread my legs around him, grabbed my hips and slowly buried himself in my pussy.
“Fuuuuuuck that’s good!” he said as he backed out and pressed in again, his face changing into a wince of pleasure.
“God. Damn. Ohhhhhhhhh!” I shouted as he began picking up speed. “Fuck your cock feels so good! I was beginning to think you were gay! You didn’t pay any attention while your friends fucked the shit out of me!”
“I definitely have the biggest dick, hell, if I fucked you first, [Shooting Guard] wouldn’t have been able to touch the sides after I was done with you!”
For what seemed in my head like hours, Small Forward fucked me expertly. I orgasmed several times as he changed angles and rhythms, but then he found a groove and my body tensed up like I was storing in a huge electric shock. It was intoxicating, watching his giant cock pound my sweet pussy while I could feel the other guy’s cum dripping down my body and drying up in sticky streaks. He started fucking me deeply and slowly, changing his angle slightly with each thrust and waiting a slightly different amount of time before slowly and forcefully thrusting back into my pussy. The other three guys were aroused again and had begun jerking off to our display and I was only slightly aware of the steady stream of moans escaping my lips. First Point Guard, then Shooting Guard and then Center all came over and jerked next to me one at a time until they came on my face and tits and stomach and everywhere. Finally, I could feel Small Foward getting close, and it was pushing me closer and closer as well.
With one final deep and methodical thrust, angled perfectly to catch my g-spot and my clit, he pulled out and flopped his massive hard cock onto my belly and jerked out a huge load of cum. His final thrust had set me over the edge and when his first cumshot arced in the air and hit me right above my right eye in a line all the way down to his cock head, I could no longer hold back. My back arched and I let it all out. 8 or 10 orgasms and about 24 hours of pent up energy released in one electric shock through my body. My mind entered a fugue state and I may have blacked out. When I came to, however long later, all four guys were standing over me naked just gawking at me naked and satiated and covered in about 7 loads of cum. It was everywhere.
“. . . Can you take a picture and send it to me?” I begged, barely able to get the words out. Small Forward bent down and grabbed his phone out of his bag and snapped a couple pics and I gave him my number to text them to me. “No one sees those but the 4 of you, right guys?” I asked, regaining myself after the fog of my orgasms finally receded.
“Yeah, I’m good with that, what about you guys?” Small Forward asked.
“I’m married,” Point Guard replied. “I think it would be best if we don’t even talk about this, but damn I’m going to remember it.”
“What are you going to do with them?” Small Forward asked me.
“I’m going to send them to my husband so he can enjoy himself on his business trip!” I say, as I mentally make a note to give Small Forward a booty call if Steve doesn’t get back home soon. . .
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