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Dale had always fancied Jenifer Aniston and thought she was fit, and when he heard that she would be presenting the science and engineering club captain awards it was an unmisable opportunity to talk to her. The ceremony only lasted a few hours and Dale could have sworn Jenifer was looking at him the whole way through. So after the managed to worm out where she was from Miss Woods and went to see her in room 32. When he entered she was alone and having a cup of coffee, while staring out of the window. “Hmm… excuse me” Dale mutters towards her, she spun round and then when she saw it was him, she smiled devilishly and said “yes!” in a deliberately husky voice. This catches Dale off guard and he stutters “I… well… wanted to ask you, if you were interested in me? As it seems all the way through the ceremony you where staring at me!”. She laughs and the only thing that Dale hears before she has her lips wrapped around his is “come here and fuck me”.

There tongues warped around one another and her hands moved to Dale’s trouser button and un- clipped and pulled them down, she then lowers her head to his cock and pulls the foreskin back and pops it in her mouth and she starts sucking, toying with his balls and ramming it down her throat gagging on his huge cock for someone of only 14 and she only stops as he shouts he’s ready to cum. She leaves his cock alone and lies back on a chair and says “do what you want with me” while smiling seductively. Dale grabs her blouse and pulls it down ripping it and un-clips her bra, pulling it off and throws it away. Then he cups both of her breasts and fondles them, twicking her nipples causing them to harden. He then lowers his head and locks his lips around them and sucks them dry, flicking them with his tongue.

Dale seizes the opportunity to get a tity fuck, shoving his fully erect penis up her breasts, pushing them together. Until he was ready to cum and then she made him stop saying “let’s not waste all that sperm on my face or boobs, and save it for my pussy!”. Then having finished with her boobs for now and pulls her skirt down and stares at her, tight, black thong. Slowly, lovingly he moves his hand to rub her pussy through her panys, he continues to rub until her panties are soaking wet with her own juices. Then he pulls them down and sniffs the thong deeply and after stuffs it in his pocket. Then he looks at her pussy, couresing her vaginal hairs and feeling her pussy, like velvet; Dale then flips her over and cocks her ass in the air and then spanks her arse. When he’s done he moves his face to her ass and parts the cheeks , stares at her pussy and arse hole and then burry’s his face in it, shoving his tongue inside her ass hole and spits in it and then rams a finger inside it and moving it around, taking pleasure to hear here moan.

While finger fucking her ass he moves back to lick her pussy, after a few minutes she finally gets tired and shouts loudly “fuck me! Fuck me!”.  So then he moves behind her, as she bends over on her hands and knees. Pulling his cock up and placing it at the edge of her pussy and with one quick swift movement he rams his cock in filling up all of her pussy and quickly rams his cock in and out of her pussy. He then pulls his cock all the way out and ramming it in and out repetitively. Until she shouts “shove your hard cock in my ass” while wiggling her ass in front of me, so he dose piercing her ass hole with the same movement and grace as before. He then rams his cock in and out of her ass again, and again, and again. When he told her he would cum soon, he moved his cock from her ass and slams his cock into her pussy and within seconds he cums in her pussy filling it up, so much it was draining out of her pussy. 

Later on Dale found out from an article in the Inquirer magazine that Jenifer Aniston was pregnant. Later that very same day Dale received a cheque for 100,000 for getting her pregnant.

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The knock wakes me.
Carlo gently untangles himself from me. He’s still dressed; I’m naked.

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He opens the door and
I make no effort to cover myself. I can’t see, but from the conversation,
I know food has arrived.

Carlo pours us coffee,
then comes to the bed. Squatting, he strokes my hair and kisses my
forehead.

“Good morning, sleepy
head,” he says, smiling. “Come on get up, coffee ’s getting cold.”
He takes my hand and forces me to rise.

I take sips of coffee
and blink my eyes several times before I’m certain I’m not dreaming Carlo’s
presence.

There’s a continental
breakfast–rolls, croissants, juice–on the small dining table.

“Go ahead, go take
your shower,” he suggests, as if reading my mind.

It wasn’t exactly a
good night’s sleep, but better than the first two. I stroll to the
bathroom for my morning ritual.

The shower revives me
and I look forward to my day with Carlo. Refreshed, I slip on my
robe and return.

Carlo raises his head
from behind the paper and I see a look of disapproval in his eyes.
Takes a moment before I realize why. I move closer. He watches.
After a brief pause, I slide the robe off my shoulders and let it drop.

He smiles.

“Here, try this, this
is good.” He deposits a corn muffin on my plate and pours us more
coffee as I take my seat in the nude.

He’s right, the muffin
is good. He takes a bite of his own and continues to read.
I’m perfectly content with the silence. It’s enough to be near him.

“Come here, baby,” Carlo
beckons from behind the paper, then folds it and sets it aside.

He turns his chair
to make room and I stand before him. He slides to the edge of the
chair. Wrapping his arms around my hips, he hugs me like a little
boy. My heart is now officially his.

The moment does not
last long. He sits up. He continues to hold me in one arm while
he strokes my pussy. As expected, my hips begin to move and my head
rolls with the pleasure. He parts me gently and confirms my wetness.

He removes his arm
from around me and slowly begins to lean back in the chair. He locks
his eyes on mine as he does this. He knows I’m not about to detach
myself from his fingers by choice. I move with his hand to his side
for his convenience. Then I promptly wet heavily to reward him for
granting me yet another opportunity to submit to his wishes.

For more than ten minutes
he strokes and fingers my pussy in silence. His eyes never leave
my face while my hips move sensually in pursuit of whatever satisfaction.

“Did you like him watching
you?”

His voice snaps me
out of my pleasure. Then a greater pleasure fills me as I remember.
“Yes.”

“Did it embarrass you?”

I wet before I can
answer. “Yes,” I say shyly.

“What embarrassed you
the most?”

He’s making me face
truth. “Showing him my pussy.” I wet again as I mutter.

“Why?”

“It was an admission
of how badly I want you.”

“Do you like wanting
me?”

“Yes, Carlo, I do.

Very much.” My voice is soft.

“What did showing him
your pussy do for you?”

I pause to find the
right answer. “It intensified everything.”

“Physically and emotionally?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like giving
him pleasure?”

“Yes.”

“What satisfied you
the most?”

It embarrasses me,
but I say it anyway. “Him watching me while I came?”

“Why?”

“He saw your power
over me.”

“And your weakness?”

“Yes.”

“What did that say?”

“That you can do whatever
you want with me.”

“Can I?”

I wet. “Yes.”

“Did you like me displaying
you and making you cum in front of him?”

The sudden ache of
desire in my cunt makes me gasp and I stoop toward him for closeness.
“Yes,” I breathe.

He inserts his finger
deeper. “Isabel, Did you do anything that you now regret?”

I shake my head.
“No, Carlo.”

“Good.”

He remains silent for
a moment, then keeping his finger inserted, he moves me back as he stands.
He strokes my hair tenderly, then pulls my naked body against his and kisses
me. His movements remain gentle, just enough to keep me wetting steadily.

Vulnerability has always
been seductive for me. If being naked with a man while he’s fully
clothed isn’t vulnerability, I don’t know what is.

Carlo picks up my robe
and leads me to the bed. “Lie down.”

I lie on my back crossways.
He stands at the side of the bed. Suddenly, he jerks my bent knees
apart. Wide open, I lie in front of him and squirm with want while
he watches. I can imagine how satisfying that must be for him.

He reaches for his
belt buckle and I become anxious. Slowly, he pulls it through the
loops and lays it on the bed.

He sets one knee between
my legs and I’m sure my heart is about to stop. Will I have him now?

Very slowly, he lies
on top of me. My legs are around his waist before his full weight
is upon me. He reaches to the side and pushes my leg open, then does
the same with the other. He pins my wrists above my head and kisses
me.

He works his way down
with wet tongue and kisses, slowly, meticulously. He licks my ears.
He hits every nerve on my neck. He licks my chest and sucks my nipples
until they’re hard and tender. I want to wrap my arms around him,
but he wants me open to him, so I stay. He’s licking my tummy now.
Do I dare hope?

He grabs a pillow and
pulls it as he slides lower. When he nudges me, I lift my hips and
he tucks it under my ass. My cunt is now served to him.

He lingers long, tickling
my pussy with his breath before he licks. My moan rises from the
pit of my heart and I have to restrain myself from squeezing my legs around
his head. In frustration, I lose control and bury my fingers in his
thick hair. He pushes my hands away. He wants my complete surrender,
whether he gives or takes.

His tongue is smooth
and strong. It takes turns rotating my clit and sliding in and out,
but always avoids a lengthy stay.

I moan and call his
name as he continues to drive me deeper into desperation. As expected,
there is to be no pity. My head rolls side to side and I whimper.

He winds me down slowly,
his licks growing weaker and weaker until all I can feel is his breath
again.

“Turn over.”

As I make my turn, he
reaches for another pillow and now I have two tucked under my hips to raise
my ass higher.

“Carlo, please,” I
beg.

“Shhh.”

He strokes my hair
until I stop whining, then reaches for my robe and removes the belt.

He brings my wrists together above my head. What can he do that I
don’t already want him to?

He finishes binding
my wrists, then brings a chair. He ties the other end of the belt
to the arm of the chair.

“Carlo….” What
more can I say?

He adjusts my legs
slightly apart and lies back down beside me. I feel no fear, only
anticipation of his next move.

Again he strokes my
hair to reassure me of trust, then begins to tongue bathe my back.
The pleasure is maddening.

By the time he reaches
my lower back, I’m straining to raise my ass even higher. Yes, Carlo,
I want you to fuck me.

He rubs my ass as prelude,
then begins to lick. He spends a lengthy time massaging my cheeks
with his tongue without an argument from me. Then he does the unexpected–he
licks my asshole. What an earth shattering sensation.

I yank my hands to
gain room to push harder against his tongue, but the chair isn’t flexible
and I don’t get very far.

“Carlo….” Suddenly
my vocabulary has diminished to only one word.

In response, he moans
and I know he’s enjoying it too.

As with my pussy, he
brings the licking to an end slowly, reducing pressure until there is none.

I miss the warmth of
his mouth and the tickle of his mustache desperately. My ass moves
in little bounces and I call out to him to return. He strokes my
pussy from behind. I need so much more.

He stops briefly and
I hear shuffling, then I smell. My moans rise again–I’m so ready
to give.

In the mirror, I see
Carlo dip his finger in the lotion. He begins to circle my asshole.

As I continue to recite
the extent of my vocabulary, a few words of plea manage to come to mind.
Quietly, he dips his finger again, then returns it.

I take a deep breath
and hold still while I wait for him to stretch me open. He does it
slowly, gently. I wonder which clinic I should check into after Carlo
has driven me completely mad.

His finger slides in,
accompanied with my appropriate moan.

“You like that, baby?”
he asks softly.

I reply with a dissertation
of moans.

He waits until my muscles
begin to relax around his finger. Then he strokes a few times and
removes it. I pray it’s not over. It’s not.

He dips into the oil
again and this time, I feel two of his fingers around my entrance.

“I won’t hurt you,
Isabel,” he promises as he slowly begins to work them both in.

Now my moans are stuck
somewhere between apprehension of pain and a plea for pleasure. I’m
sure Carlo can figure out which.

It takes longer for
my anus to adjust to two, but Carlo is patient and willing to do whatever
needs to be done. When his fingers finally do slide in without resistance,
I release a sigh of relief.

“No, Carlo, I can’t
take it,” I protest alarmed when I feel three fingers.

“Isabel, I won’t ask
you to do anything that you can’t, or don’t want to.”

For some reason, that’s
sufficient to end my protest and he begins to make his entry.

I squeeze my eyes and
mumble who knows what in response to my fear.

“Relax, babe” he says,
“you’ll be fine.”

To my amazement, three
fingers do eventually slip through, but not all the way.

“That’s it, open for
me, let me take,” Carlo whispers..

Who am I to deny him?

By the time his fingers
slip all the way in, he has taken enough time and oil that I barely feel
them. I grow braver, and wetter–I’ve surrendered to his wishes again.

“Thank you, Isabel,”
he says, kissing my ass cheek.

I have to admit three
feel no worse than two–once my body and mind abandoned resistance.
But when he removes his fingers, there is a real stretched feeling.
I’ve seen pictures of women who look wide open afterwards. I wonder
if that’s how mine looks now.

Carlo seems to read
my mind. “It looks really nice, babe.”

It embarrasses me and
he gets to know this by seeing me wet again.

“That’s good.”
He gives my pussy a quick lick to let me know that he didn’t miss it.

Great!

Carlo stands.
Is he going to fuck me now? No, he’s searching for something.
I don’t know what. He finds it.

He moves another chair
opposite to the one I’m tied to. I don’t dare speculate what this
means. He sits on the bed and brings my legs together. I’m
guessing he’s using my panties to tie my ankles. Next he loops something
through the panties and I can feel it’s his belt. He uses it to fasten
my feet to the chair. What next? I have no slack for movement
in any direction.

Carlo climbs on the
bed again. “O’ baby, you look so good.” He strokes my ass,
kisses it, even slides his fingers in and out–just because he feels like
it, and can. He does this for a little while, then gets up.

I panic when I hear
him pick up the key. “No, Carlo, please don’t go.”

“I’ve got to take care
of something..”

He strokes my pussy
and all is miraculously well in an instant. Apparently I’d rather
be fingered than panic. He pushes his face against my bottom and
gives my cunt a few good licks. My juices flow again. He gives
me a kiss on the ass, then heads for the door. Opening it, he turns.

“Just think about it,”
he says with a devilish smile and gives me a wink. He’s gone.

Feels like Carlo has
been gone for hours. I can’t stop thinking about him, or focusing
on my ass. I want to feel his fingers inside it again. I’ve
never needed fucking like I have the last four days. It just gets
worse. I think I love being horny. No, I’m sure. I need
to pee.

Carlo is not back.
I’m falling asleep. My back ’s been arched for a long time and it’s
sore. It’s worth it. The position is keeping me horny.

“I’m back.” Carlo
wakes me. He’s changed his clothes. “Did you miss me?

Let me see.” He shoves his finger deep into my cunt. “Good,
you did.” He goes to the window and closes the drapes. “You
hungry, babe?” He’s untying me.

I nod, still groggy.
I’m sore all over. I’m not sure my back will straighten. He
squats beside me, with his face in mine.

“Give me a kiss.”
He kisses me, then stuffs something in my mouth. “Here’s a snack.”

I don’t know what it
is, but I chew. He helps me up and takes me to the bathroom.
He sits me on the toilet and waits till I finish peeing.

I splash some water
on my face and start feeling awake again. I reach to turn the shower
on and he stops me.

“No, I want you to
smell horny,” he says, leading me back to the room.

Horny works for me.

I hadn’t noticed, but
Carlo has brought another package from the apparel shop.

“This is going to look
great on you.” He pulls another dress out of the bag. “Come
on, baby, hurry up. I’m starving. I know you are too.”

Does he mean for food,
or for him?

His thoughtfulness
touches me. I could definitely have his children.

I check out my new
dress. It’s made of crepe, V-neck, short sleeves, with a flared short
skirt. It’s a floral pattern of orange and pink pastels.

I look at Carlo questioningly
and he replies, “Just the dress.” I slip it on over my naked body.

It makes me feel sexy.

Carlo sits and watches
me as I put on my sandals, comb my hair, and apply lipstick. When
I’m finished, I spin around in front of him, then open my hands as if to
ask what he thinks.

He looks at me up and
down and says, “Marry me.”

I’m not foolish enough
to take it seriously and I laugh.

“Come here.”

I’m easy to train.

I take my place beside him. He slides his hand under my dress.
He rubs my thigh first, then reaches for my pussy. I know he’s checking
my wetness. Of course that in itself makes me wet. Probably
just to make sure he’s not disappointed.

“Turn around.”

He reaches for my pussy
from behind. “Did you fantasize about me fucking you?”

I giggle like a schoolgirl.
“Aha.” My ass is moving.

“Did you like being
tied up?”

“O’ yeahhhh,” I respond
as my knees bend and my rear sways sensually in front of him.

“Did you like waiting
for me?”

It hadn’t occurred
to me until he asks. A pang of desire hits me right in the gut.

O’ yes, I liked it a lot. “Yes, I did.” And I wet again.

“Good.” He continues
to play with my pussy. “Did you like having your ass opened?”

Satisfaction fills
me. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s what
you want.”

“Do you like giving
me what I want?”

“O’ God, yes.”

“And what do I want
with your ass, Isabel?”

My heart pounds.

“You want to fuck it.” I can’t believe the words are coming out of
my mouth.

“Yes, baby, I do.
And it’s ready for me to do that now, isn’t it?”

“Ohhhhh.” My
back arches deeper and I have a sudden craving to have my ass filled again.

“Beauuutiful.”

I’m not a Harvard graduate,
but it’s not difficult to figure out that my training session this afternoon
was designed to have me push my ass out on demand. Looks like I pass
with flying colors. I look back at him wantonly. I see an expression
of satisfaction and lust.

“Yeah, you stick your
ass out for me just like that every time I ask for it.”

“Yes, Carlo,” I say,
meaning it with all my heart. I keep silent about the part that it
would be my pleasure.

“Lift your skirt.”
His voice is more commanding again.

I pull the back of
my dress up. While I wait, I hear Carlo unscrewing the bottle of
lotion. It’s my reward.

I’m more grateful than
amazed, but all three fingers slide right in. I moan as though I’ve
been starved for them. I have.

“What, baby, you want
it now?”

My knees weaken.
“O’ Carlo….”

“You promise to give
it to me good?”

“Carlo…please.”

“Yeah, you’ll give
it to me real good,” he determines and removes his hand, leaving me panting
for him, if not drooling. Moving me out of the way, he stands.

Looks like play time
is over again. It takes all my will power to pull myself out of my
debilitating lust. But now there is hope. A new excitement
fills me.

“Don’t forget to lift
your skirt when you sit. You don’t want to get oil stains on it.”
He calls out as he washes his hands.

“Oh Jesus,” I murmur.

I’m going out with a greased ass.

At the door, Carlo stops
me before opening it. He reaches under my skirt and slides two fingers
deep into my cunt. “Beats perfume any time,” he says, rubbing my
juice on my neck and wrists.

Carlo decides we’re
going to have a drink before we leave for dinner. He leads me to
the vacant barstools. My attention is on the lifting of my skirt.

I do it carefully. I take my seat and hear, “O’ hello.”

I don’t have to look,
I know it’s the English guy from the beach. I’m turning red.

As Carlo quickly reaches
across to offer his hand, he turns my stool so that I have to face the
man.

I give Carlo a scolding
look. This meeting is a little too convenient for coincidence.

“Got to take care of something, hah?” I mutter quietly. Got to hand
it to him though, he is resourceful.

Carlo pays no mind
to me and makes the introductions. I stay silent. His name
is Mark.

Mark locks his eyes
on mine. “Hello, Isabel.”

“Hello, Mark.”

I manage to spit out.

“No need to be embarrassed,
you know. You have done nothing to be ashamed of.”

His British accent
is American influenced and his manner, mellow. I’m still blushing.

“Would it help if I
yank off in front of you?” he offers very seriously.

It’s obvious he’s making
a sincere effort. I can’t help but laugh.

“That’s better.
What are you two drinking?”

Mark is a lot more
attractive than I had realized. Behind the wire-rimmed glasses is
a pair of sensuous blue eyes. He also wears a wedding band.
He lives in San Diego with his wife and daughter. He has an import/export
business. He and his wife prefer to take at least one separate holiday
a year. This is Mark’s.

Conversation is easy.
We have drinks and it’s no surprise to me when Carlo invites Mark to join
us for dinner. I can see where this is going. I also can’t
believe I’m wetting on the barstool.

Carlo helps me off
the stool and I notice he discreetly wipes the seat with a napkin.
He gives me a smug smile and takes my hand.

Mark pays for the drinks
while we hail a cab. The ride goes by quickly, there is a lot to
talk about.

We opt to dine on the
patio of the restaurant. It’s a beautiful sunset. More drinks
arrive before dinner. Can’t go to Mexico and not eat arroz con pollo.
It’s delicious.

I excuse myself after
dinner. When I return, the table has been cleared and the bill paid.

I don’t even get a chance to sit. My hand is in Carlo’s and we’re
off again.

The night is young and
we browse in the stores along the promenade. Carlo buys me a beautiful
silver necklace. He kisses my neck as he fastens it. Mark whips
out the matching bracelet and kisses my palm. I’m in heaven.

We browse more.

We try on different sombreros and play with the marionettes. We stop
for ice cream.

The nightlife is starting.
We hear music as we pass a bar. It doesn’t look very nice, so we
keep on walking.

“Carlo.” It’s
the first request I’ve made since meeting him. “Can we go dancing
again?”

“You bet, baby.”

It’s Saturday night
so the club is even more crowded.

Carlo excuses himself
and Mark whisks me off to the dance floor. He’s not as good a dancer
as Carlo is, but he holds his own. He takes me in his arms and spins
me.

“You smell so good,
Isabel,” he says, inhaling deeply.

I know I reek of sex,
but I can tell his intention isn’t to embarrass me. I think he really
just likes the smell. I meet his eyes boldly and smile.

The song rolls into
another and we keep on dancing. I’m having fun.

Carlo joins us behind
me. The floor is so crowded it doesn’t matter who you’re dancing
with. I turn and dance with Carlo, then return to Mark. The
woman next to Carlo seems to have an eye for him and he indulges her for
the rest of the song.

The tune changes and
Carlo wraps his arms around my waist from behind. My ass does as
it’s trained–pushes back and we grind to the beat.

He releases my waist
and, taking my hand, spins me into Mark’s arms. My ass doesn’t seem
to be fussy. It pushes out for him too and we do the same.

Mark returns me to
Carlo. I wrap my arms around his neck and we kiss.

Carlo unlocks my hands
and turns me to Mark. There is no point in pretense, who would I
fool? I’m in his arms and we’re kissing.

I’ve dated little since
my divorce, but been adamant about safe sex. My mind is at ease as
Mark is married. As for Carlo, I’m willing to take the risk.

When Mark brakes off
the kiss, he continues to hold me. I can see in his eyes there are
no malicious intentions there. It won’t be just a fuck.

With this understood,
he turns me back to Carlo.

Carlo’s kiss is more
passionate. Hands on my ass, he presses me against himself and I
feel his hardness. But this is Carlo and he doesn’t disappoint me.
He regains control quickly and turns me to Mark.

Mark has grown impatient.
He pulls me into his arms with my back to him and holds me tight while
he ravishes my neck. He’s also hard. Everyone around us knows
both men will have me tonight.

With the next song,
they press me between them and we sweat to the heat of Lambada. Was
there ever a more passionate dance? My cunt is soaking. O’
the satisfaction!

The heat is too much
and we struggle our way out through the crowd. Outside, Carlo kisses
me while Mark finds us a cab.

Mark gets in first.

Carlo pushes me in and I fall into Mark’s arms. We’re deeply involved
in our kiss by the time Carlo slams the door shut. He pets the back
of my thigh as he watches me with Mark.

The driver interrupts
by clearing his throat. It’s a sobering moment. It seems none
of us can remember the name of the hotel. He turns back and takes
a chance on a name. All three of us shake our heads no. He
hits jackpot on the fourth try. I pull away from Mark and slip into
Carlo’s arms, moaning.

The cab rolls and our
tongues are at it. Mark strokes my hair while he waits for his turn.

Every time I switch
between them, I notice the cab driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror.
Guess we’re more interesting than the road.

Carlo quickly drops
some money on the front seat and hurries me out of the cab. I don’t
even bother to maintain a dignified decorum as he ushers me past the night
clerks. Mark keeps his hands off, but walks close to me.

“Buenos noches, senores,”
the clerks chime in a chorus, smiling with such satisfaction that you’d
think they were the ones with me.

We luck out, the elevator
is empty and as soon as the doors close, Carlo passes me into Mark’s arms.

Our luck holds and
we don’t run into anyone as Mark and I follow Carlo. There seems
to be a silent agreement between all of us that I would feel most comfortable
in my own room.

At my door, Mark pins
me against the wall with his body. We kiss while Carlo fumbles with
the key.

Inside, while Mark and
I carry on kissing, Carlo gently lifts my skirt until my ass is in full
view. I push out and he takes his time rubbing it. Then his
hand moves down and he probes my wetness once more.

Mark detaches me from
himself and hands me over to Carlo. Carlo continues to hold my skirt
up as he takes me into his arms. While we kiss, it’s Mark’s turn
to indulge.

He moans deeply when
he slides his hand across my ass. He spends a moment rubbing, then
reaches under. “Ahhh, that’s nice,” he sighs, feeling my wet cunt
with his fingertips.

They pass me back and
forth several times before Carlo starts to pull my dress off. I hold
my arms straight up and let him.

“Emmm. Lovely,”
Mark murmurs, his eyes lingering on every inch of my body as I stand between
them fully dressed in my heeled sandals.

If being naked in the
presence of one dressed man has such a seductive effect on me, imagine
what it does to me in the presence of two?

Visually satisfied,
Mark pulls me into his arms and kisses me with more passion. Carlo
moves closer behind me and caresses my back.

When Mark releases
my mouth, Carlo gently presses on my shoulder. I know what he wants
and I slide against Mark onto my knees. They look down on me while
I worship his cock through his pants.

“You want his cock,
babe?” Carlo peels me off Mark’s crotch and holds me back.

“Has it been the four
days?” Mark removes his glasses.

“Yes.”

Mark smiles.
“Excellent.” He slowly unzips his pants. “I must admit, I do
admire your willpower.”

“It wasn’t easy,” Carlo
answers with a chuckle.

“Undoubtedly.

It should prove to be most satisfying.”

The conversation goes
over my head and I don’t care–my concentration is glued on Mark’s fly.
I don’t think he’s wearing underwear.

I wait with baited
breath and at last, he pulls out his cock. It’s hard and circumcised.
I move to pounce on it, but Carlo holds me back by the hair. I wait
longingly.

Mark steps closer.

Carlo pulls my hair and forces me to lift my face. He reaches down
and strokes my face tenderly. I know my eyes are pleading.

He moves closer and
his cock’s head brushes against my lips. I open my mouth to take
it, but again, Carlo holds me back. I’m being reminded to take only
what he gives. I will be fed. I don’t argue. My mouth
relaxes and my lips part.

Clutching his cock,
Mark continues to brush against my lips. It smells a combination
of soap and sweat. I moan. I love the smell of men. Fluid
oozes out and he presses between my lips. I’m being allowed to lick.
I do it gratefully.

Carlo releases my hair.

Mark inserts the head between my lips and my urgency returns. I want
to grab him, but I know I won’t get far. I resist the temptation
and suck hard with puckered lips. The more I suck, the more I need
to. Carlo strokes my hair. I’m sure they both watch, reveling
in their control over me. I submit even further as my need consumes
me–I suck whimpering.

Mark suddenly retrieves
his cock and I whimper for it harder. With a fast move, he swoops
me and sets me on the dining table. Apparently his own needs have
grown less controllable. He gives me a push back and I prop myself
on my elbows. He grabs my ankles and jerks my legs open in the air.

After a long look at my spread cunt, he leans and kisses me hard.

Carlo is at my side.
Mark runs his tongue down my neck, makes a brief stop for a suck on my
nipple, then continues. His tongue attacks my clit without preliminaries
and I scream. He laps at my soggy cunt with passion.

“O’ God,” I cry.
Then I call for Carlo in desperation. Mark’s tongue is hungry, but
still in enough control to deny me any satisfaction.

“Carlo….”

“I’m here, baby.”
He turns my face by the chin and sucks my lips into his mouth.

The confusion between
pleasure and need grows unbearable and I begin to cry.

“Alright, baby, it’s
alright.”

He comforts me with
kisses and strokes of my hair while he uses one hand to release his cock.

Working together, they
slowly calm me. Mark steps aside and Carlo takes his place.
He enters me with one sudden thrust. The intensity brings on hysteria
and I push myself into his arms. I cling to him for dear life.

“Ohhh, Isabel,” he
sighs with such satisfaction that I realize it hasn’t been easy for him
to wait either. O’ I get it. That’s what they were talking
about. Yes, should be most satisfying.

We hold each other
tight for a moment, and then I have to move. At last his cock is
in my cunt and I don’t want to wait any longer to feel it.

Carlo lets me indulge,
then begins to unlock my legs.

“Nooo….” I
cry softly. I’m disappointed, but no longer desperate. The
control is in their hands once again.

He withdraws and Mark
stands before me. He looks into my eyes until I reconnect with him.
When I lean back on my hands, he spreads my legs wider.

We all watch with anticipation
as he positions his cock against my cunt. The contact makes me gasp
and I ache to take him.

He makes his entry
slowly, methodically. With small insertions, he stops and we enjoy
each other’s lust. Half way, he prolongs and I lean on my elbows
and push my hips off the table to encourage. He slides all the way
in with a smile and we both sigh.

He begins a relaxed
stroking. I’m sure it’s a pleasure for all of us to watch his cock
slide in and out of me.

Mark withdraws completely
and the void makes my cunt flex. He keeps me waiting–I will have
his cock at his discretion. I ache for it and my cunt flexes again.

His sudden hard thrust
revives my needs. I’m frantic for satisfaction again. Carlo
pinches my nipple and my head rolls back. Mark pounds into me, accepting
my offerings of myself as I babble away.

Another quick change
takes place and now its Carlo again who’s inside me. His pants are
down around his hips. He places my legs over his shoulders and pulls
my bottom just over the edge of the table. His thrusts jolt through
me.

Mark takes Carlo’s
place at my side. At least I’m not the only one naked any more.
He kisses me. He squeezes my tits and sucks my nipples while Carlo
fucks me.

I’m vacated again.
Someone strokes my pussy. I just lie and let them do what they like.
I certainly couldn’t be doing it any better myself.

My bottom is pushed
back on the table. My legs are spread wide. Carlo squeezes
my face and sucks on my mouth. Mark sucks on my cunt. O’ God,
I need to come.

Carlo’s arm slides under
my shoulders and he lifts me into a semi sit. My cunt is so wet,
I don’t even know if I can feel any more. I’m drugged with passion.

Mark slides his cock
inside me and together, they pull me into his arms. I lock my arms
and legs around him and he picks me off the table.

He kisses me, then
carries me to the bed. He manages to lie us down without slipping
out. I welcome the comfort of the bed. I want to wrap my legs
higher around him, but he doesn’t let me. I know he doesn’t want
to give me a chance to come.

He kisses me, gently
stroking inside my cunt until I relax, then slides out. “Turn over,
Isabel.”

I see Carlo seated on
a chair behind us and know I’ll probably do anything for this man.
As I complete my turn, Mark reaches for the lotion on the nightstand.
I know what they want. I hesitate, afraid of the pain. He seems
to recognize this. He moves closer and hugs me.

We look at each other.
He has such gentility at times. He strokes my hair. “Don’t
be afraid,” he whispers.

“I can’t help it.”

“I promise it won’t
hurt too badly. You know we’ll make sure of that.”

“I’ve never done it,”
I confess.

“I know you haven’t.
I also know you want to.”

I look at him and wonder
how he knows this with such certainty. Then I look into my heart–how
could he not?

“You want to do it
for him.” Our whispered conversation continues.

I can’t argue with
that.

He moves closer, his
face in my face, his leg hooked over mine.

“So let go and let
it happen, Isabel. Allow yourself what you really want and it’ll
give you more pleasure and satisfaction than you can imagine.”

“What do I really want,
Mark?”

He kisses my forehead
gently, then tells me. “You want to be dominated. You want
to be controlled by a man you find worthy. You want him to push your
limits without wronging you. You want him to demand so that you can
submit. You want him to understand you better than you understand
yourself. You want him to know when to hold you and when to leave
you alone. You want him to be dependable so you can trust him with
your life. You want him to be smarter than you and more capable.

You want him to beat you at everything. And you want him to do all
this with love.”

I look at him amazed.
How can it be so clear to him after knowing me for only a few hours when
I haven’t been able to put it to words in a lifetime?

“You hadn’t met anyone
strong enough before,” Mark continues. “Now you have, love.
Carlo melts your heart and soul. You must already know he can give
you all that you need. But he can do it well only if he can have
what he wants. And what Carlo wants, lovely Isabel, is your complete
sexual submission.”

My eyes fill with tears.
I want to satisfy Carlo so much.

Mark kisses me tenderly.
“He needs you to be his whore, Isabel.” He whispers this even more
softly. “Be his whore. Be mine too. That’s what the three
of us need.”

O’ God, I can’t stand
it. He has such a gift for making me understand myself. That’s
exactly what I need right now–to be their whore. I lunge for a kiss
and he knows I’ve agreed. He kisses me long, lovingly.

Lying on his side, Mark
dips his finger in the oil. I can’t help but tense to his touch.

He kisses my shoulder and rubs my entrance gently until I relax.
I’m sure Carlo is watching.

“We’ll take good care
of you, Isabel. I promise.” Mark plants another kiss on my
shoulder.

He presses against
my asshole a little harder and my training takes over. I moan and
push back. Once relaxed, his finger slides right in. I’m braver
and push back more. It turns me on that he’s preparing me for Carlo.

By the time he has
two fingers inside me, I’ve shed all apprehension. I’m ready to take
it. This time he kisses my ass cheek.

I raise myself higher
on my knees with my head down. My hips sway while I wait for his
three fingers.

“Precious girl,” Mark
says with admiration. He does nothing and lets me continue to wave
wantonly. He’s a good friend to Carlo.

Mark gets on his knees
and loops his arm under my tummy. “Hold still, love.” He has
to force me to keep still. He takes his time to work in three fingers.
I think he’s just enjoying playing with me.

I must be deemed ready.
Mark grabs a pillow and tucks it under his ass as he lies on his back.

“Come here, Isabel.”
He wants me to straddle his cock.

I have an idea of my
own. I take another pillow and try to tuck it under him. As
an expert with the extensive experience of one afternoon, I know two pillows
work better than one. He laughs delightfully at my enthusiasm.

I straddle him on my
knees and hold his cock. It’s my turn and I choose to make a slow
descent. He likes it. We maintain eye to eye contact until
I’m able to sit on him, then we both moan. I lower myself in his
arms.

“Ohhhhh, you feel so
good.” He hugs me tight and keeps stroking gently inside my pussy.

We take a moment to
kiss and bond as lovers.

“He likes me fucking
you,” Mark informs me when we’ve settled in a comfortable rhythm.

Tell me something I
don’t already know.

His legs are spread
and I know Carlo can see him sliding in and out of me. It’s such
a turn on.

“Isabel, he needs to
fuck.”

“Ohhh, God.”

“Fucking your ass is
the only thing that can satisfy his cock now. Do you want his cock
to be satisfied?”

“Ohhhhh.” Does
a chicken lay eggs? “Yesss.”

“Good. Let him
know he can,” Mark whispers like a secret.

I twist back to see
Carlo. His eyes are on mine. He’s still dressed. His
air of confidence probably makes me wet, but as it is, it’s hard to tell.

I extend him
my open hand. “Carlo.”

Satisfaction fills
his eyes. When he stands, I return to Mark and bury my face in his
neck while Carlo undresses.

“Yes, love, wait for
him.”

Only when Mark says
this do I realize that my ass is pushed out and I’m holding perfectly still
in wait.

“He likes that.”

So do I.

Carlo climbs the bed
on his knees behind me. My heart races–I’ve ached for his fuck for
four days.

He slips his hands
under my arms and pulls me to stand on my knees. He hugs me and showers
my head with kisses. I close my eyes and count my blessings.
What are the odds of meeting Mr. Right? No less a perfect sidekick
too?

The tenderness is over.
Carlo presses against my back to lean me forward. I support myself
on my hands. He takes my hips and raises me off Mark’s cock.
I brace myself, but have no desire to stop.

The intensity hits
me like a brick wall when he begins to push his way in. Carlo is
going to fuck me. Suddenly, I can’t open myself enough to him.

I make useless efforts with small sounds.

“Yes, Isabel, show
him how much you need to satisfy him.” Mark seems just as caught
in our ecstasy. “Let him fuck your ass.”

“Ooohhh.” Any
more fuel added to my fire and there’s likely to be an explosion.

Let him–why is that
such a satisfying thought?

Carlo gives a harder
push and the head slips through. I feel something between pain and
pleasure. I mumble a bunch of nonsense, not sure to rise to be closer
to Carlo or to lie to be closer to Mark. Mark makes my mind up for
me–he pulls me into his arms.

“It’s all right, it
will pass soon.” He cuddles me.

The pain wears off
and I’m ready for more. I raise myself on my hands again to let them
know. Carlo enters me slowly. I don’t know if the worst is
over, but my eyes are glued on Mark’s for support. He encourages
me silently, watching my expressions of pain and pleasure.

Eventually, Carlo sinks
deep enough inside me for his pelvis to press against my ass. Another
wave of intensity hits us both. He pulls me up on my knees and we
don’t seem to be able to engulf each other enough. We moan and groan,
and grope until some level of satisfaction is achieved. The pain
is gone completely. Imagine that.

Carlo regains composure
and begins to lower me onto Mark. Mark holds his cock and waits.

If there ever was a Kodak moment in my life, this is it–that single solitary
transitional moment when the deepest fantasy turns into reality.
And I’ve lived to see mine. What can be sweeter?

I feel Mark’s cock against
my cunt and moan ecstatically. I want to feel him inside me too.
He takes my hands and supports my weight as they lower me slowly.
When I sit, he pulls me into his arms again and all three of us moan with
satisfaction. I feel so full. I never want to be empty again.

While Mark and I kiss, Carlo begins a gentle sliding.

Mark raises my face
by the chin. “It’s good, isn’t it?” he asks.

I feel a sudden rush
of emotions. “It’s good,” I say. The satisfaction is overwhelming
and the admission makes me want to cry. Confession is definitely
good for the soul.

Mark kisses me on the
forehead and I know the tenderness is over. My emotional state has
been convinced we do this with love and respect. Now, we can fuck.

Carlo’s sliding turns
into pumping. Mark joins him in a rhythm that allows me to meet each
of their forward thrusts. So this is heaven.

Passions begin to rise.
Thrusts grow harder. I can’t give enough to either man. I groan
with frustration.

Carlo leans over me.

He supports his upper weight on his hands and presses harder into my ass.
Perched on a tower of two pillows and Mark, I’m trapped with my back conveniently
arched for full penetration from both sides. Ready to explode, I
grind.

This time, I do scream.
The frustration has been too great and the passion too intense.

“O’ yes, cum, baby,”
Carlo mumbles then sucks a nerve on my shoulder.

They press hard and
keep me packed with cock while I take my ride. With eternal gratitude,
I squeeze and suck at them both.

They seem to be determined
to cater to me. They don’t move until I crave the pumping motion.
They must know it’s essential to completing my satisfaction and give it
to me with new determination. Still, they’re too horny to last long.

“Oh Jesus.” It’s
Mark. He tightens his arms around me and tries to pound with great
force.

I want him to have
a good fuck. I hold him tighter and press hard. His cock is
slamming against my uterus and it’s uncomfortable. Somehow this gives
me satisfaction. I admit, I want to suffer while he takes his pleasure.

Carlo is on his way
too. I wonder if my back can stand their pounding. I don’t
care if it breaks. I don’t want it to end. Nothing has ever
felt as fulfilling.

I think Mark ’s coming
again. I suspect their cocks are rubbing against each other through
the veil. It must excite them, though I doubt either will ever admit
to such a thing. It doesn’t matter why. What does matter is
that they’re both fucking me. I need to know I’m a good whore–their
whore.

We somehow roll onto
our sides. It’s not comfortable, but none of us is ready to let go.
Neither of them is completely soft. Every now and then I feel a flexing
and know they’re still draining inside me. Good. I want every
drop.

I wouldn’t mind bearing
Mark’s children either, but I keep track of my cycle. It’s safe.

We untangle because
my arm has gone numb and my leg is in pain. There’s lots of contented
sighing, hugging, and kissing.

Reluctantly, I go to
the bathroom. I want to keep their cum inside me, but I can’t hold
it anymore. I don’t bother to close the door or wash myself afterwards.

I stumble back into
bed and they hug me from both sides. It feels good.

I begin to doze off.
One of them gets up–I don’t know which. The other holds me.
When he returns, I get rolled over into his arms. I slip in and out
of sleep all night long, turning from one to the other, kissing, hugging,
and moaning.

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Tags:  Interracial, College, Cuckold, Asian, Internal Mai’s fling with Tom is exposed; now Alec’s come overseas to stake his claim Mai sat silently in humiliation as Alec badgered her angrily from the other end of the phone: “So, who exactly is this Tom that you’re fucking these days?  I’m dying to know, because he must be damn good for you to continue to tell me you love me and miss me while you’re getting screwed by someone else.” 
 
She knew what she’d done was wrong, and that she deserved every bit of the situation she now found herself in.  Still, she seethed at the fact that someone had found them out and taken the trouble to call her boyfriend and rat her out.  Remembering the open flap on the cabana, all she could figure is that someone had seen her having sex with Tom at the beach.  She was convinced that Tom was too careful to tell anyone who could possibly let it get back to the States, and her roommates were certainly safe, having only been given hints anyway.  Though she had no proof, she had a strong suspicion that somehow Craig had found out and called Alec, being the only one in the group who really knew him. 
 
Alec was starting to cry as he implored Mai for details, hoping to rub the pain in further for both of them:  “How long have you known him? Is he good in bed?  Do you think about me at all when he’s taking off your underwear?  Answer me!” 
 
Mai was starting to cry herself, unable to answer his rapid fire inquiries, and wishing she could just disappear entirely.  She knew this was bound to happen, so why had she allowed it to?
 
Alec told her that he wasn’t going to tolerate “this bullshit”, and would be there in a couple of days.  He’d secretly kept this possibility in his mind ever since Mai left for Italy, but never really thought it would be necessary.  Now he was convinced that it was; he had to save his relationship.  Alec had always held the upper hand in their relationship, calling the shots and, in his mind, keeping Mai in line.  The way he saw it, she’d strayed because he hadn’t been there to keep an eye on her, leaving her open to predators.  He had plenty of money in the bank, and though last-minute overseas plane tickets wouldn’t be cheap, he could easily afford it. 
 
Alec told Mai that he loved her, and not to worry, he’d be able to catch a train from Milan to Portascala. He hung up before his shellshocked girlfriend had a chance to argue the point with him.  “I don’t know what time I’ll be there,” he said, “but I’ll leave a message from Milan before I get on the train.  Make sure you’re around Tuesday after your classes.  I love you– stay away from this Tom; he doesn’t love you like I do, and you know it.  I’ll be there soon.”  And with that, the line went dead.   Mai sobbed heavily as she hung up the phone, grieving her own bad choices.
 
Monday in class, Tom didn’t have to talk to Mai to know what happened.  First, he could see by looking at her that something was badly wrong: she didn’t have any makeup on, and her expression was ashen.  Christie would tell him after morning session that her boyfriend called her, accusing her of cheating, and was on his way to see her.  “Holy shit,” Tom said, “what did he say?” 
 
“That he knew she’d had sex with you,”  said Christie with a rueful smile. 
 
Something told Tom to stay away from Mai that day, and for her part, she disappeared quickly during every break, and got the hell out totally when classes were over in the evening.  Tuesday’s classes were in the morning only, and Tom noticed that Mai was at least dressed and made up like she usually was, though she was no less visibly despondent.  After class, he ran out of the building after Mai, who again departed as soon as she possibly could.
 
“Mai!” he called out as she briskly walked toward her apartment, about to turn the corner.  She stopped and turned around, giving him a sorrowful look as he jogged up to her.  “I heard you had a visitor on the way,” he said sympathetically, with just the hint of a smile. 
 
“He’ll be here in about a half-hour, I’m just going home for a few minutes before he gets here,” she said flatly, emotionally comatose after worrying about his arrival for the past day and a half. 
 
Tom asked if he was going to the train station to pick him up, and she said that Alec, resourceful as he was, had already looked up directions to her place, and she was instructed to just be there when he arrived.  As she recounted this to Tom, her eyes started well up with tears, and she brought her hands up to her face.  He pulled her against his body, and she instinctively buried her face and hands into his chest, allowing herself to sob into his dress shirt, saying, “I can’t believe I did this to him, and I can’t believe he’s coming here!”
 
“Let’s get you home and settled down a little bit.  It’s bad now, but it’ll be okay.”  They walked silently toward her apartment with his hand around her, tucked around her back just below her underarm.  Mai neither leaned into him nor tried to pull away, wrestling again with the knowledge that she’d be better off staying away from Tom from now on, yet she was undeniably attracted to him. 
 
As they got to the door to her building, she told him that it wasn’t a good idea for him to go upstairs with her, that Alec would be there really soon, and she didn’t need any more complications.
 
“You also need to loosen up a bit; I can see the muscles in your back knotted up.  Let me at least relax them a bit, or you’ll hurt like hell tomorrow.  It won’t take long; besides, you could use a glass of wine to chill yourself out, and I just happen to have a bottle with me,” said Tom with a smile. 
 
Even after all the trouble he’d caused her, she loved that he was still thinking about her, wanting to relax her, and somehow, almost magically, he always had what she needed.  In this case, she most certainly could use a good glass of wine. 
 
Following Mai into her apartment, he went to the kitchen to find the opener and a couple of glasses.  Noticing that she hadn’t followed him into the kitchen, he walked out with the two glasses of wine to find her sitting on her bed, hands in her lap, looking at the floor. 
 
Mai was wearing a low-cut summer dress, showing off the cleft between her smooth breasts as well as the inside of her cleavage and the end of her bra cups below.  She wore minimal low-heel sandals on her feet, showing off the pedicure she’d gotten on Sunday after her mid-day fling on the beach with Tom.  Her toes were painted a glossy dark red, and her feet were smooth as silk. 
 
As he sat down next to her on the edge of the bed, she took the glass of wine and asked no one in particular what she was going to do. 
 
“Relax”, is all Tom answered with, stretching one hand around her midsection under her breasts, and another behind her head to run his fingers through her hair.  The feeling of his hands on her body raised the goosebumps on her arms again.  Tom had laid his glass on the floor as he sat down, but Mai was left holding her glass, right up until the moment that she dropped it out of distraction.  It’s cup shattered against the wood floor, sending shards across the floor and under the bed.   
 
“Shit,” she said in an exasperated mutter, seeming like she might start crying all over again, at wits end from the emotional toll the last several days had taken on her.  Tom leaned into her ear and told her to forget it, that the floor would clean up just fine; right now she needed to concentrate on relaxing her body and taking a deep breath.  As she did so, she turned her head toward Tom’s and met his lips in a kiss. 
 
Her mind screamed at her, “stop this nonsense now; Alec’s train has probably already arrived in town and you can’t afford to be messing around with the one person who’d caused him to show up in the first place.  Pull away NOW!”
 
Her body wouldn’t allow her to pull away.  Tom was right: she did need to relax, and his lips on hers, their tongues massaging each other, and his hands on her body, were helping her to do just that.  He leaned her back onto the bed, leaving her legs and feet, still in sandals, hanging off the end.  Tom leaned over her from one side, kissing her neck, while she said lowly, “Oh my god, oh my god,” several times over, incredulous that she’d allow herself to give in at a time like this!
 
Bringing his hand up over her breast, he massaged the outside for several seconds before reaching his hand underneath her bra from the side.  As he lightly pinched her nipple beteween his second and third fingers, Mai drew a sharp breath and tensed her stomach.  He reached his tongue further into her mouth and she returned the favor as he swung a leg over her body, putting himself in position over her.
 
Already very aroused from just the short time he’d been kissing and caressing Mai, Tom reached down to grab the bottom of her dress, ready to pull it up and over her head.  As he got it to the bottom of her ass, resting against the end of the bed, she said, “what the hell are you doing?  Alec will be here in just a few minutes and…” 
 
“He can’t satisfy your needs like I can,” he said brazenly, flexing his chest muscles as he removed his shirt in a subconscious signal of male dominance and territory.  Tom lovered lowered himself over her, rubbing his hardness against the increasingly moist mound between her legs, whispering in her ear, “what’s done is over, and you can’t make Alec’s visit better by worrying yourself into knots right now.  Let me relax you.” 
 
Mai groaned lightly and pushed her pelvis forward against him.  She knew all the things she should do: gently push Tom off of her, clean the glass and wine off the floor, and send Tom on his way before Alec showed up outside her door.  Her escapism had the best of her, though, and her body wanted Tom more than she was willing to face the reality of her spurned boyfriend.  By not making a decision here, she was in fact making a dangerous one: letting Tom have his way with her when Alec could show up any minute.
 
 
 
At that moment, his train was pulling into the Portascala station.  Anxious to get to her place as quickly as possible, he was standing at the door, waiting for it to come to rest and the doors to open.  Standing at about 5′-8″ and 140 lbs., wearing tennis shoes, jeans, a Chargers t-shirt, and wire-frame glasses, Alec was the stereotypical American on a train full of Italian locals and a few European vacationers.  Armed with only a carry-on size duffelbag, he strode quickly through the small station, then paused to open his map as he exited the other side, facing across a small piazza to the 1600’s-era buildings of the upper portion of the city. 
 
Getting his bearings, he proceeded into the shadowed maze of the old city, but didn’t linger and gaze the way most newcomers did, taking in the beauty.  Alec was single-minded, thinking of nothing but the girlfriend he loved so much, the man he had never met that managed to drive a wedge between them, and how he was going to handle this.  Soon, he was back in the sunshine, passing across the Piazza della Rotonda, more confident of his ability to repair their bond as he neared her aparment.  As he identified the right street to continue on, he saw a flower shop and decided he could only help his case by showing up with something Mai always loved to get.  Alec looked through the window first, then walked hesitantly inside, nervous about doing business without even the slightest knowledge of the Italian language.
 
 

Tom again reached down to her thighs, gripping the bottom hem of her cotton dress, pulling it up to her hips.  Mai, breathing heavily, raised her hips off the mattress to allow him to slip the dress over her head.  Bringing her arms back down, she went straight for the buttons of his pants, ripping them open, and prompting Tom to quickly slip them off, grabbing his briefs along with them, freeing his erect penis to swing freely.  As he crouched down to give attention to her vagina, he slipped off his socks and shoes as well. 
 
Wearing only her sandals, grey cotton undies, and beige bra, she propped herself up on her elbows as her heartbeat made the skin of her chest jump.  Tom could feel the heat of her crotch from over a foot away.  He poked his tongue into the cotton material over her labia, tasting just a hint of sweetness from her juices.  Mai gasped at the contact and brought her legs around his back, digging the short heels of her shoes into the small of his back. 
 
Anxious to have access to her beautiful pussy, Tom clutched her panties at each hip, pulling them down as she raised her legs to let him remove them.  Tom dove into her warmth, running his tongue along the length of her slit, feeling the intense heat just inside her folds.
 
“We don’t have time for this,” Mai said.  “I want you inside me, he’ll be here any time!”  She didn’t even begin to consider the contradition in what she was saying; it was all she could do to acknowledge that Alec was on his way at all. 
 
 
Alec finally settled on a small arrangement of flowers, the names of which he didn’t recognize as they were rattled off in clipped Ligurian dialect.  As he re-emerged onto the street, he continued west, paying close attention to the addresses to gauge how far away he was from his girlfriend’s apartment.  There were no ‘blocks’ in the haphazard medieval layout of this seaside town, but from what he gathered, he was about five or ten minutes away. 
 
 
Mai watched his throbbing penis wag below him as he crawled up her body.  She looked up to meet his gaze as he pressed the fat head against her soft petals.  Still fairly dry on the outside, the first bit of pressure he applied only seemed to push her labia inward due to the friction of his penis on her skin.  Not wanting to hurt her but needing to get inside, he increased the pressure on her crotch, forcing her outer labia to finally give way, sending his head inside her.  Mai gave a pained grunt and opened her eyes wide.  As he exited her, then re-entered, he could tell that he was going to have a hard time getting his massive dick all the way inside her.  Mai winced as he poked her, forcing just a little more in at a time. 
 
“I’m going to need some lube for this; I’m stressed and we gotta hurry!  It’s in the drawer,” she gestured to the nightstand.  He crawled off to the side and went to get the bottle.  As he returned, she was captivated by his erection, never ceasing her amazement at how big he was, and how addicted she felt herself becoming to it. 
 
Tom stood at the end of the bed, pulling her sandals off her feet, then opened the bottle, squirting a generous helping of lubricant onto her pubic mound.  As she massaged the bulk of the liquid into her labia, he squirted another helping of lube onto his hand and slathered it over his cock, pulsing from the sensation. 
 
Yearning to have him inside her, Mai locked her heels around his thighs, pulling him forward onto the bed.  Tom once again placed the head at her hot entrance, and they both watched as his head disappeared into her slit.  Aided by the slick lubricant covering both of their genitals, he easily slid more and more of his length into her body. 
 
“Oh Jesus!”, Mai gasped as she felt her insides expand around the big slab of meat that was penetrating more of her with each thrust.  Tom, propping his upper body up with his hands, threw his head up, eyes closed, and let the unbelievable feeling of her superheated, tight snatch envelop him. 
 
Gripping his sides just below his chest, Mai pressed her hands into his body, helping her cope with the overwhelming sensation of his 9-1/2″ shaft impaling her delicate vagina.  Her sexual experience consisted of one penis, which was of average width and, as far as she gathered, average to below-average length.  She remembered how much it hurt the first time he entered her, and how she couldn’t imagine ever having anything bigger than that fit inside of her.  Now, for the third time, she was eagerly accepting a penis of nearly double that length and easily double the width. 
 
Her walls stretched to their fullest extent, and her labia stretched tight around his shaft, as he brought his pelvis closer and closer to hers with each thrust.  She wasn’t sure how she’d ever be satisfied by that first penis ever again, the owner of which was fast approaching where she was, flowers in tow, ready to convince her all over again that her future lay with him.
 
Clothed in only her bra, Mai tilted her hips upward to accept his full length as comfortably as possible.  With the next thrust, his pelvis finally clapped wetly as it made contact with her pubic mound.  “Ungh”, she grunted, feeling his entirety within her, every nerve ending on her body hypersensitive, her body succumbing to this strong man’s desires.  Tom held his penis inside her for a few seconds, savoring the feeling.
 
“Fuck me, c’mon,” she said softly, but urgently, hungry for an orgasm and mindful (however secondarily) about the impending arrival of Alec.  Not believing the words she just used, but highly turned on by them, Alec pulled almost all the way out of her, then sank back in with a single thrust.  Settling into a rhythm, Tom pumped his length into her over and over, driving her body into the mattress as she wrapped her legs up and over his back. 
 
“clap! clap! clap! clap!” rang through the room as their bodies, wet from sweat and excess lubricant, slapped against each other as he continued fucking her from on top.  His stomach and chest muscles stayed clenched and his ass flexed and unflexed with his long strokes.  Her soft feet curled in ecstasy, soft soles and crimson-painted toes pointing behind her, locked together at the ankles and bouncing off his ass.
 
“Ungh, ungh, ungh!” her moans rang out as he drove into her faster and faster.  Her pelvis rocked to the rhythm of his thrusts, their bodies working together like two gears of a single machine.  Answering the animal instinct to go as deeply as he possibly can into this asian sexpot, he grabbed her legs by the ankles and placed them against his shoulders.  Leaning forward, he pushed her knees back toward her chest, with her little feet to each side of his head.  She noticed the contrast of her smooth olive-toned legs against his muscular, slightly-tanned white chest as he pushed forward, forcing his length back into her. 
 
“Aaaagh!” she called out as he sunk his engorged penis all the way into her again, this time hitting her cervix with the end of it.  He was into her as far as he could ever go, bending her body back onto itself as he drove her downward into the bed once again.  Her submissive position heightened the excitement for them both. 
 
“You’re banging against my cervix!   Ohhhh!”,  she screamed as he shook her body with each pump. 
 
Were she able to really move on her own, she would be pumping her hips to match his thrusts, but in this position, she was simply along for the ride; helpless against the combination of his big dick inside her, the force behind his thrusts, and the bulk of his weight on top of her.  With anyone else, she might feel a bit threatened, but it only drove her closer to climax as she heard his balls smack against her ass, adding to the almost unbearable sensations. 
 
Her moans grew louder and more intense as he pumped her little body faster and faster. “C’mon, I’m gonna cum!  C’mon, I’m gonna cum!  Oh my god!  Unghhh!”  she cried, face scrunched into a grimace, holding on for dear life as she felt the tidal wave of her orgasm start in her toes and slowly envelop her body, setting her vagina on fire, rendering her unable to breath or speak.  Fireworks exploded in her head as he continued to piston in and out of her.  Her hands slapped the bed beside her. 
 
Seeing the sexy Mai in the throes of orgasm, knowing he’d done this to her, sent Tom to the edge of his own climax.  Gripping her waist on both sides, he thrust more insistently as he felt the cum rising in his balls. 
 
As Mai started to get her bearings again, she looked at Tom’s face, knowing that he was about go beyond the point of no return.  Not wanting him to shoot it inside of her again, she attempted to alert him to pull out, but the words didn’t make it out, her breathing was still too haphazard, and her mind still too fuzzy from the crashing orgasm she was just starting to come down from.  Her pussy was still convulsing around his fat prick, pulling it toward her cervix, encouraging nature to do it’s job by retaining it’s semen. 
 
“No!” was all she managed to get out of her mouth on the second attempt as she felt his penis get extremely rigid against her walls, grow slightly, then start to pulsate as Tom groaned deeply, continuing to grip her waist.  Mai tried to kick him with her feet to push him off of her, but had no leverage because of how tightly he had her pinned down.  “Fuck,” she said, in equal parts exasperation and arousal as she felt his hot load splash against her cervix just as she heard a strange noise elsewhere in the apartment.  Now pumping her with a new, slower rhythm, she felt his penis throb deep inside her as he emptied himself deep into her womb. 
 
Her moans slowly reduced in intensity and changed from pleasure to panic as she discovered what that noise was, exactly.  The door buzzer. 
 
Taking quick stock of her situation, she saw her knees and feet pressing against Tom’s spent body, breathing heavily above her.  He pushed each thigh aside, resting on top of her as her legs fell to each side of his.  She felt her vagina, full of both Tom’s massive penis and his massive load pooling at the end of her hot chamber.   She looked at her crotch, forced open by the base of his shaft. 
 
She also knew that the bedspread underneath them was soaking wet from juices, both natural and synthetic.  And she hadn’t forgotten about the broken glass and several ounces of red wine scattered across the bedroom floor. 
 
“BZZZZZZZZZZ” the buzzer rang again, a painful reminder that her boyfriend was outside waiting to be let in- completely oblivious to the fact that right then his girlfriend lay covered in sweat, spent from hot sex, big penis still inside of her, and injected with a huge load of semen, something she’d never let Alec do even one time in their year together.
 
“Oh shit! He’s here!” she said, pushing Tom off of her and reaching for her clothes, none of which were anywhere near arm’s reach.  I”‘ve got to get you of here and clean up!”
 
“Ok, relax, you’ll be just fine,” said Tom as he quickly slipped is pants and shirt on.
 
“Uh, no, it’s not fine!  It’s fucked up!  My boyfriend’s waiting downstairs, and in fact, anyone could open the door for him anytime, and I’ve got a mess, another man, and your sperm inside me!  I don’t have time to do anything about it! Fuck!”
 
“Alright, here’s what you’ll do”, said Tom as the door buzzer sounded for a third time.  “Tell him you’re in the middle of a shower, but to come on up.  I’ll get a towel and shove the wine and the glass under the bed, and you go get into the shower, just like you said.  That way you can clean up, cool off, and get the sex off of you.” 
 
She was amazed at his coolness under pressure, having already grabbed a towel and shoving the glass and liquid beneath her bed.  ”Good plan, but it starts with you getting the hell out of here!” said Mai, with the hint of a smile even amidst her panic. 
 
“You’re beautiful, best of luck, and I’ll see you tomorrow….hopefully,” said Tom as he kissed her on the cheek, and quickly walked out the door while he buttoned his shirt.  As he walked down the hallway, he heard her tell him to come in and that she was in the middle of her shower.  “Good girl,” he said under his breath, with a smile.
 
Not wanting to pass this infamous Alec in the hallway, or in the stairway, he went one floor up instead of down and waited.  Soon, he heard the footsteps, and looked below him to see a skinny boy with dark hair, toting a dufflebag and a bouquet of flowers, stop at her floor, and disappear down the hallway.  
 
“Poor bastard”, thought Tom as he started down the stairs again, listening as Alec knocked on the door to announce his arrival, then close it behind him. 
 
“Come in!”, yelled Mai from inside the shower, as she reached two fingers into her slightly swollen vagina to scoop as much of Tom’s semen out of her as possible.  She thought of the bedspread that she’d neglected to take off the bed, and wondered if the smell of sex lingered in the room like it somehow does.  Then she thought of how faithful Alec had been to her, and how she was clearly unable to do the same.  Sure, he’d been difficult and even unsupportive at times, but his devotion never waivered, as evidenced by his arrival today. 
 
Her eyes started to fill with tears as she contemplated this, and the reality of her unwavering attraction to Tom.  Alec was here to stake his claim, where Tom had staked his three times in the last week.  She feared that she’d never be satisfied again by Alec, and had no idea how to deal with that.  Not even Mai knew how little chance Alec had to get their relationship back the way it was.  What was done couldn’t be undone. 
 
Mai sobbed under the hot water as Alec approached the bathroom with a smile and beautiful fragrant flowers.  This was the last smile he would have for a long while.
 
 
to be continued…..  

Continue reading Mai’s Lust Fulfilled, Ch. 2

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I work part time at a local office. Most of the time, it’s really boring. I mostly double check paperwork and file forms. The other day I had to stay late to get caught up on a big project. I ended up being the last one there. I swear, I don’t usually do things like this but I was feeling very horny. I guess sometimes, when I get stressed out, I just need a little fun to get me back on track. That night, I took out my vibrator out of my purse. If you know me you know a girl never leaves home without her dildo. You never know when you might need it.

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This chunky-chested mama is doing her next-door neighbor with her hubby in the next room. Corky never worries about number one though. He's usually too tired anyway from last night's banging with his hot blonde wife.

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Elena sat nervously paging through her magazine for the tenth time while her husband, Tom, said, “Try to relax, babe, he’ll be here, don’t worry, it’s not even eight o’clock yet!!!” “I know,” she replied with a shiver, “but I’ve looked forward to this day for so long I just hope nothing goes wrong to spoil it!!!” “What could possibly go wrong,” Tom asked softly, “everything’s set!?!” “What if he hates me,” she replied fearfully, “I mean what if I don’t excite him!?!” “You’re nuts,” her husband replied quickly, “he’s gonna adore you, hon, now just take it easy, all right!?!” After giving her husband a small smile she replied softly, “Okay, baby, I’ll try, but it won’t be easy!!!” Elena actually began reading one of the articles in her magazine, so she kinda got lost in thought, when out of the blue the front doorbell rang, practically making her jump out of her skin while whispering hoarsely, “There he is, you answer it!!!”

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Tom chuckled under his breath while making his way to the front door, and he had to admit that even he was a little edgy about the whole thing, so after taking a deep breath he pulled open the door and said, “Hi, you must be, Lincoln, I’m Tom Noble, please come in!!!” Lincoln Collier stepped into the foyer of the Noble’s house and after extending his hand said, “It’s nice to meet you, Tom, nice place you’ve got here!!!” “Thanks,” Tom replied after shaking Lincoln’s hand and leading him into the living room to meet his wife, “Elena, this is Lincoln Collier!!!” “It’s nice to meet you Elena,” the large black man said while flashing a million dollar smile, “and believe me, your pictures don’t do you justice!!!”

“Thanks, Lincoln,” she replied while turning six shades of red, “you’re not so bad yourself, say, how about a drink!?!” “That’s a good idea,” Tom replied quickly, “why don’t I get the drinks while you two get better acquainted!?!” “That’s fine by me,” Lincoln replied, “how about a bourbon on the rocks!?!” “Okay, one burbon on the rocks coming up,” Tom replied, “and your usual, babe,” he asked Elena!?! “Uh, yeah,” she replied while givng Lincoln the once over, that will be just fine!!!”

After Tom went to the kitchen to mix the drinks, Lincoln and Elena sat down on the couch, and much to Elena’s surprise a consternation, Lincoln gently leaned over and kissed her full on the lips while cupping her large breasts through her flimsy dress!!! All the years she had fantasized about being with a black man were now coming to frutition, and the urgency she felt in her loins as he gently caressed her was careening out of control!!! They broke apart just before Tom returned with their drinks, but even as he was accepting his bourbon, Lincoln had let his left hand slide under Elena’s dress where he fondled the inside of her firm thigh!!! “So, how’s it going so far,” Tom asked while sitting down across the room and sipping on his drink!?! “We’re gonna get along just fine, aren’t we,” Lincoln replied smoothly while setting down his drink and pulling the now panting Elena closer to him, “so if you two don’t mind, I’m just gonna do my thing, okay!?!”

Now completely ignoring Tom, Lincoln turned his entire attention back to Elena, as he casually kissed her again while letting his hand ride up all the way to her now drooling vagina!!! “My, my, what have we here,” he asked softly while slipping a finger inside of her panties, “you want some of Linc’s black meat do you!?!” With her breathing becoming increasingly labored, it was almost impossible for her to reply, but she managed to nod her head in the affirmative, and then much to her shock, he slowly unzipped his pants and pulled out the biggest pecker she had ever seen in her entire life!!! “M-my god,” she moaned while staring at the one eyed monster, “it’s so huge, ohhhhhhhhhhh, god, m-may I suck it, please may I!?!” Tom’s eyes were now growing glassy as his pretty wife of thirteen years lowered her head into Lincoln Collier’s lap, and then at the last second opened wide while letting the incredible head slip safely into her hungry mouth!!! “Oh, man,” he said softly, “I just love having a white bitch sucks my rig, ohhhhhhhhh fuck, you’ve got a hot mouthed little bitch here, she’s a fucking cock hound!!!” Almost too embarrassed to expose his six inch dick in Linc’s presence, Tom was so turned on that he pulled it out of his shorts and began furiously beating his meat while watching his wife suck the giant member to a stunning completion!!!

After Linc’s cock had spasmed wildly sending a torrent of hot cum down Elena’s greedy throat, Linc stood up and pulled her to her feet, and as he pulled of his own clothes, while still staring at his huge member, she quickly followed suit and stripped off all of her things, leaving her standing there with her pale creamy skin contrasting with his jet black ebony complexion!!! “Come ‘er, baby,” he said sternly while pulling her close for a long deep kiss that seemed to go on forever, “it’s one thing to suck a piece of black meat, but it’s far different to take it in your hot little cunny, do you think you’re woman enough for Linc’s big black pecker!?!” With her heart practically pounding through her chest, and her big tits pressed firmly against his powerful chest she stammered, “I-I’ve waited so long for this, p-please, take me now!!!”

Expecting him to lay her back down on the couch, she was taken completely by surprise when instead, he lifted her easily up in the air, and with little or no effort at all, gently lowered her drooling slit onto the gigantic head of his now totally erect pecker!!! “Okay, white bitch,” he whispered softly, “you wanna play with the big boys, well now you’re gonna get your chance,” and as her eyes rolled back into her head, he slowly pressed her down onto his huge erection, allowing it to force its way deep inside of her wildly convulsing pussy!!! With her arms draped around his shoulders, she was literally hanging by her cunt on his incredible cock, until after she was bottomed out, she wrapped her legs around his back and luxuriated in the sensation of having her pussy being physically dominated by Lincoln Collier’s black satisfier!!! While hanging like a coat on a hook from his big pecker, her pussy began to convulse at first slowly, but then like a string of fire crackers going off as orgasm after orgasm shredded her helpless pussy as he drove his meat in and out of her with such brutal ferocity that her whole body finally slipped into sensory over load as she became momentarily incapable of having even one more orgasm!!! Tom’s hand was by now literally flying along the length of his rock hard boner as he watched his sweet wife being taken by the black giant and loving every second of it, and as Linc tossed Elena onto the sofa with her legs splayed wide open and his hot cum running out of her reamed out pussy, Tom’s pecker lurched in his hand as gusher of cum rocketed from his cock head covering his pants and shirt with splatters of his hot cum!!!

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Elena’s eyes were now half closed while she relished the sensation of just having been totally fucked by Linc’s monster organ, and it wasn’t until she heard Tom groaning from the other side of the room that she realized the black giant was now in the process of fucking her husband’s mouth just as he had done to her!!! A look of horror crossed Tom’s face as the big black pecker pressed against his mouth, but a not so gentle crack on the side of his head quickly induced him to open wide, and seconds later he was on his knees sucking Linc’s big pecker like it was the last one on earth!!! Elena struggled to her feet and stumbled on very unsteady legs over to her husband, and as she plopped down on the floor beside him with her legs spread wide apart and three fingers buried deep inside her cunt, she said with a sigh, “Suck him off, Tommy, make him shoot it in your mouth!!!” Never in his life had he even contemplated sucking a dick, but there was something about Lincoln Collier’s pecker that seemed to cloud his mind to what was really happening, and as his mouth and tongue caressed the big head, he was caught totally unawares as a flood of hot jism exploded into his unsuspecting mouth, causing him to momentarily choke as his throat was filled with Linc’s hot sperm shooter!!! Elena’s pussy did have one more cum in it after all, and as Linc filled her husband’s virgin mouth with spunk, her pussy spasmed one last time while her fingers flew over her hot buring clit, inducing an orgasm that was truly crushing!!!

The young couple collapsed together on the floor, and with glassy eyes they watched as Lincoln Collier dressed to get ready to leave!!! “So,” he asked before heading for the door, “was it all that you had hoped for!?!” With her pussy still burning from it’s brutal fucking, Elena managed to moan softly, “And more, Mr. Collier, and so much more!!!”

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SEE! This is what happens when a guy who is paid to shoot videos goes a few days without getting laid. I don’t want to complain too much about someone who works for us but Vika, a very hot 18 year old brunette was scheduled to come to the studios and do a masturbation video. This was going to be her first time on camera and being the sweet cuddly fucker that I am I wanted to start her off slow. So in she comes and I am not in the office that day and one of my assistants is going to do the shoot. Everything goes fine, the girl is comfortable, gets naked and starts to play and rub and finger her pussy. She gets really into it and has a really nice orgasm. That’s the end of the shoot right? Wrong! My assistant gets so turned on by watching her play with herself he ends up with his fingers in her pussy, then his hand on her tits and next comes his cock in her mouth! Vika was surprised at first but got into it after a couple of minutes. They do EVERYTHING together and she ends up thinking all of her shoots are going to be this fun! I only paid her for the masturbation, I’m an asshole sometimes, but it wasn’t me who shot a load on her firm little ass!

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