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My wife’s name is Maria. She speaks with a slight accent, but not much; just enough to make her seem exotic. She was born in America, but she actually likes to let people think she is from somewhere else. She enjoys keeping people, especially men, guessing. Her skin is naturally a nice bronze color, and she doesn’t bother tanning at all. She thinks it’s funny that other women are always trying to get their skin to look like hers. She is 5 feet 1 inch tall, and weighs less than 100 pounds. She has long dark brown hair, down to her waist. She is strong for her size, with a very firm little butt, and her breasts are a wonderful mouthful. She used to just trim her pubic hair short, but a few years ago she began waxing it. She hates doing it, but the result is so nice and smooth she keeps it waxed now.

She trained as a masseuse when she was young, and started working professionally as a masseuse soon after she turned 19. It’s true these days she calls herself a massage therapist, but when she first started she called herself a masseuse. She thought the exotic sound of being a masseuse matched her exotic looks and speech, but, sadly, too many men assume masseuses are prostitutes, so she took up using the therapist title. So, her first job was working for a gym, giving massages to members. She did have to gently fend off a few advances in her first job. After all, she is beautiful and very sexy. But the place she worked was obviously not a front for prostitution, so men who were looking for sex for hire didn’t go there. They actually just wanted massages. There were several women who wanted massages, too, but Maria says most of her clients were men.

A few years later we moved to another city, and Maria found another job as a massage therapist. She went to the interview, then came home and said she needed to talk to me about the job. They offered her a job, but she said the place obviously wasn’t only about massages. She told me she had talked with the girl who interviewed her, who was named Nancy, and told Nancy she wouldn’t be doing anything but giving massages. Nancy told her that would be fine, but Maria would need to wear the costume they all wore, and turn out for the lineup each time a customer came in, unless she was giving a massage. To Maria and I this sounds very much like what we heard cat houses were like, and it certainly didn’t sound like legitimate massage therapy. In any case, Maria wanted to work, and thought it might be fun to try working in such a salon, even if she quit soon.

The reason she had to speak with me before taking the job was because Nancy said I had to see the uniform she would be wearing and tell Nancy it was OK for Maria to work in it before she would hire my wife. So I had to go in, and view the lineup for myself. It was rather fun. The girls knew I wasn’t a prospective customer, but lined up for a few seconds before going their own ways. For her last job Maria had worn a nurses outfit. The uniform these girls wore was similar, in that it consisted of a nurses uniform top, but they weren’t wearing the uniform pants. I was pretty sure I caught a glimpse of little pairs of panties under those tops.

After the other girls had gone Nancy came to speak with me, and asked me if it was OK for Maria to wear just a uniform top with just white panties on her bottom. With that, Nancy lifted the bottom hem of her top up high, and showed off her tiny sheer panties. I could see just how she had trimmed her pussy hair, through her panties. Nancy said any white panties would do, they didn’t need to be like hers. Nancy also pointed out all the girls were braless, and Maria would need to be, also. She mentioned they also wore sandals, but that detail didn’t seem too important.

Well, I certainly could see why Maria had said she knew this place wasn’t like her old place. I also knew Maria had seen the uniform before, and spoken with Nancy about it, but still wanted me to see it and give my approval, so she could take the job, even if only for a short while. I must admit, even as sexually liberal as I am, this uniform took me by surprise. At first I was going to say no way to this. But Maria was standing there holding my hand, gazing into my eyes, giving me a very sexy little smile. As I stood there thinking about it, I began to think having my nubile little wife prancing around in just her panties covered by a short uniform top might be fun. So I said OK, she could try it.

In those days we had only one car, and Maria had to take the bus to work, and I told her I would pick her up each evening after work. As I waited for her the first evening of her work I was amazed at how exciting it was to me to think of her being in their giving men massages while she was only half dressed, if I could call it even that much dressed. After she came out from work she settled into the car, with a sexy little smile on her face. When I asked her how it went, she told me it went fine. I asked her if she enjoyed it, and she said she did. As I drove her home, my own imagination was driving me wild, while she was just being coy.

As it turned out, though, while my thoughts had ranged into very naughty territory about what may have happened during her first day of work, she finally laughed, and told me nothing happened, other than giving massages while wearing next to nothing. She said a couple of the guys did try to unzip her top, which happened to be one she had which actually zipped all the way down the front, but she didn’t let them unzip it. She pointed out this was actually nothing new, as guys had been trying that from time to time even at her old job. But she did find it exciting to be giving massages while wearing just panties, and not her pants for the uniform. We stayed up much too late taking advantage of the sexual charge this new job of hers had given us.

During the first week of her new job Maria asked me just what would be OK for her to do, or let the guys do. When she first asked about it I thought about it a few minutes, while I played with her warm and willing body, and decided I thought it would be OK if she let some guy unzip her top, if she wanted. She seemed to think that might be fun, and rewarded me well for permission. Now, many people reading this might think a woman shouldn’t need permission to do what she wants, but that’s the way we are, and it works well for us. So Maria had permission to let some guy unzip her top. I was secretly wondering just what some guys would do if they got that far, and just what she might let them do. We left all that unsaid, as we enjoyed another romp in bed.

The next day was Saturday, and I took Maria to work, and dropped her off. She said she had butterflies, and bounced off to the door. That evening Maria came dashing out and hopped into the car, leaned over and grabbed my head with both hands, and stuck her tongue into my mouth. After the kiss she blurted out “Three guys unzipped my top today!”

“Oh?”

“Yea.”

“And, is that all they did? You know, little girl, I kinda doubt they just unzipped your top and then just put their hands down like good little boys.”

“Hmm” she said, as she rolled her eyes up skyward. “I guess I shoulda guessed they would think getting to unzip my top meant they could do other things, too.” Then she just smiled and watched me as I drove. It was getting tough to concentrate on driving, just then.

After a while, I finally had to pry. “And just what else did they try to do? And… what else did you let them do?”

She laughed, and said “Well, all three of ’em played with my tits! One even tried to get my top all the way off, but I didn’t let ‘im do that. But he sure grabbed my tits every time I got close enough for him to, even though I told him I’m not supposed to do that. The other two guys only played with my tits a little, and then behaved themselves, but that one guy, wow, he just wanted to spend all his time pawing me. He kept squeezing my tits, and pinching my nipples.”

Even though I had suspected if she let a guy unzip her top he would, of course, go for her tits it was still shocking to hear her say it. And exciting. I was surprised at how much it excited me. Then she said “You know, I think Nancy and Sissy were doing more than giving massages. When they come out after a massage, they’re pretty, hmm, their hair is pretty messy.”

“Messy?”

“Well, you know, their hair is all over, and they have to go brush it. And Sissy was putting her top back on several times today. When I asked Nancy about it, she said fucking was against the rules, so she wouldn’t do that. But, then said letting guys give her a massage was OK, though.” Maria seemed pensive, and nervous, as she told me this. This is something I hadn’t heard of before, or thought of. When I asked Maria if she’d ever heard of this before, she said “Nope.” Once we got home, and hurried into the apartment, I asked Maria to go on.

Maria told me Nancy said the rules just said no fucking, but didn’t say a guy getting a girl naked was wrong, and guys giving the girls massages was common. Maria said “I asked if that meant she was naked, letting a guy give her a massage. She wouldn’t answer me, but she said if that’s what a guy wanted, and a girl was willing to do it, it was fine. The rules allowed it. Maria and I were both probably still thinking about this later, when we made love that night. I mentioned, when we were done rolling around for the night, that I bet a guy giving a hotty like Nancy a massage sure wouldn’t avoid massaging her sexy bits. Maria laughed, and said she bet that’s about all the guys would spend their time massaging.

Sunday I took Maria shopping. We went to the mall, and I bought her a few new pairs of panties. These were tiny, and sheer, just like the ones Nancy had worn. Then we went home, and she modeled her new panties for me, with her uniform top on. I kept unzipping the top, and she would zip it up after she put on each new pair of panties. We had a lot of fun that night.

Maria had Sunday off, and Monday and Tuesday as well. I didn’t know what she would choose to wear on Wednesday, but when she came bouncing out to the car after work she told me which pair of panties she had chosen to wear that day. She wore the smallest most sheer pair of her new panties. I would have guessed she wouldn’t have chosen that pair. They were thong panties, and she is normally quite shy, especially in public. I hadn’t been able to get her to wear a thong bikini to the beach, for instance, because she said the guys would pay too much attention to her butt hanging out, and it would embarrass her. She told me that when I was trying to get her to buy a thong bikini, when we were vacationing in Key West. I couldn’t help but point out how appropriate feeling embarrassed would be if she wore a thong. She had laughed, but still wouldn’t get a thong bikini. But here she was, wearing a tiny white sheer thong bikini at work, with just a uniform top besides.

I asked her just who got to see her new little panties, today. She was coy, and played with her long dark hair, while I drove home. “Oh, well, it was a slow day. The girls liked ’em.” After we got home, I could finally question her without worrying about running off the road. It turned out none of the guys had unzipped her top that day, though. But she loved how it got me going to think maybe some had. I had to tease her about how it sure seemed to get her going to.

Thursday evening she was bubbly, as usual, when she got out to the car. She said she had a couple things to tell me, but she was going to wait till we got home. All I could do was roll my eyes, and drive. Once I got her on the bed I pulled her pants off her, and teased her about her choice of panties for that day. She was wearing another sheer pair. She said “Oh, by the way, two guys got my top open today. They seemed to really like the panties.” While we made love I asked her just what they did once they had her top open. She told me they both massaged her tits, a lot. When I asked her if they did any more than that, she said “No, I didn’t let ’em do anything else.” After we had both come, hard, she asked me “Would you like me to let them touch me somewhere else?” I had to think about it for a while, and admit that while the idea of them touching her pussy might seem exciting I thought we shouldn’t go there.

Maria was a virgin when we met, but we enjoyed a rich sex life, and had on one occasion swapped with another couple we knew. It was great fun watching Maria get her first prick other than mine, while I fucked another woman. But this was totally different. The couple where friends, and there was a hot babe to satisfy me while Maria got fucked. Letting a strange guy feel up my wife’s tits was exciting, but I felt I would get jealous if she actually let a strange man feel her cute little pussy. So we decided she wouldn’t let them do more than feel up her tits. She certainly did enjoy letting strange men do that to her, it turned out.

Friday was a busy day at her work. After she gave me a hot kiss she said she was tired, and leaned her seat back and stretched. Then she looked over at me, laughed, and said she had a lot of fun at work today, but she spent nearly all day on her feet. When we got home I asked her to spill the beans, and tell me all about her day. She teased me about never being this interested in her day before. I had to laugh, and agree. Finally she relented, and began telling me about her day. She had 4 guys unzip her top! One of them had actually gotten it off of her, and she just went on massaging him in just her panties. Well, she did wear her little sandals, too.

When I got Maria’s pants off I found she had worn sheer lace boyleg panties. I mentioned that these didn’t show much of her butt, like the thong did, and she just sighed, and said it didn’t matter. She always faced the client while massaging him. She said “I can tell the guys like me wearing sheer panties, but since they don’t get to see my butt, what the panties look like in back don’t matter.” I was surprised see she was enjoying showing off so much. And it excited me.

Then she said she’d have to get a thong bikini after all, sometime. She was sure if she wore one on the beach lots of guys would be looking at her butt cheeks hanging out, and that idea appealed to her, now. Our night of lust lasted well into the morning, as she described how the guys had massaged her tits. She had let them paw her tits only for a little while before she stepped out of reach, and told them she couldn’t do that. They had behaved themselves after that, and just looked at her while she finished their massages. She said it turned her on to have ’em look at her.

I laughed, and asked “You mean they gave up that easily?” She said maybe she had to step out of reach a couple times with one guy, but he wasn’t too persistent. I had to wonder aloud “Just what would you do if a guy didn’t give up?” She didn’t answer me. Little did I know just how I would learn the answer to this question.

Saturday came, and I took Mary to work. She wore her tiny sheer thong panties again, looking into my eyes sexily, wondering aloud if some guy would see her butt today. It was tough to think about anything besides my cute little Maria, running around nearly naked in front of strange men, and the day drug by. I was waiting for her in the parking lot when she got off work. She got into the car with a cheery smile on her face, leaned over and gave me a hot kiss, and said “Home, James.” I laughed, and headed home.

“So, I guess you had a fun day at work today.”

“Yep, sure did.”

“Gonna tell me about it, little tease?”

“Oh, I suppose I might.”

The banter went on ’till we got home, and into our bedroom, where I was slowly undressing her, asking her just what happened. She asked me to leave her top and panties on, and she put her sandals back on after I got her pants off her. Then she told me to lay down, and she would show me. She said it would be hard to show me at home, since she used a massage table at work, and not a bed, and the bed was much lower, but it would just have to do.

Then she said “Oh, wait.” and she had me stand next to the bed, and told me to pretend we were outside the room. “How long would you like your massage to be, sir?” she said, treating me like I was a customer. I told her an hour would be nice. She said “That’ll be 200 dollars, please.” She held out her cute little hand and waited. I had 200 bucks on me, as it turned out, and she actually made me give it to her! Once she had the money in hand said to follow her, and she took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom door, reached in, got a towel and handed it to me, and told me to take a shower. “I’ll be waiting for you when you get out.” I took a very fast shower, and hung the towel over my shoulders when I was done, and came out of the bathroom.

I could see she blushed, even though with her complexion it isn’t easy to see. She said she forgot to tell me to put the towel on before coming out of the shower. The customer always wore the towel around his waist after showering. After I got the towel arranged properly she took my hand and let me back to the bedroom. I saw there were oils set out on the nightstand. She had me lay on the bed, on my stomach, and mentioned it was very important to never break contact with the customer once the massage had started. She had to keep a hand on me somewhere at all times.

She had me lay on my stomach and began massaging me, starting with my neck, and slowly worked her way down, then skipped over the towel and slid her fingers down my legs and starting working on my feet, and up my legs. She had me roll over then, and moved back up to my shoulders. “This’s when the guys usually unzip my top.” I, of course, reached up and unzipped her top, while she was massaging my neck and shoulders. Then she said “The guy who really liked my tits last Saturday was back again today.” I could see she was blushing again, and she started to say something, then stopped. Then she said “I let him take it off this time.” I reached up and slid her top off her shoulders, and she let it fall off one arm first, then the other, keeping one hand on me at all times.

Once her top was off, I reached up and began massaging her tits, squeezing them, and then pinching her nipples between my fingers and thumb, like she had described that client had done. She took quite a while to slowly massage her way down my front, and out of reach. She skipped over the towel, and went to work on my feet, and on up my legs. When she got up to the towel again, I could see she was blushing again, even more than before, and she said “You know, I learned today there’s no rule about a guy wearing the towel once we’re inside the massage room.” With that she reached up and pulled the towel from around my waist. I raised my butt to let her pull it away completely, and she kept her gaze averted, looking at the floor. Then she went back to massaging me, starting again at my shoulders, and I reached up and massaged her tits some more.

I laughed, and asked her just when the guy had shed his towel, today. She was slow in answering, but finally said he had dropped it as soon as they had gotten to the room, and he was laying there with his butt naked while she massaged him. She kept massaging me, working down to my waist, then skipped down to my toes, tracing her fingers down my side. By this time I was as hard as I’ve ever been. I asked, “Oh, by the way, was he hard while you were massaging him?” She swallowed, and nervously said something about being pretty sure lots of guys had been hard while she massaged them, ever since she had started as a masseuse.

While she worked on my calves, she nodded her head, and gave me a mischievous smile, glancing at my hardon, then at my face. “I’ve never worked on a naked man before today, except you.” Then after a long pause she said “Yes, he was hard while I was massaging him. He was hard when he turned over, and he was hard the whole time he was on his back.” She reached the top of my thighs, and then trailed her fingers along my side as she worked her way back up to my shoulders.

I began massaging her tits again. They are small, wonderful handfuls, and her nipples stand up hard, about half an inch from her beautiful areola. They were hard then. “He didn’t just massage my titties. As soon as he got my top off today, he put one hand on my butt. He complimented me on wearing a thong, and had me turn around to show him my butt! While I was letting him look he reached between my legs, and tried to put a finger inside my panties. I told him I couldn’t do that, and I had to move down to massage his legs.” While she said this I had reached to grab her butt, and she mimicked how she had showed him her butt, changing hands touching me, and turning around, while I squeezed her butt cheek, and slipped my fingers between her legs. I slid my index finger back and forth along her crotch, pushing up into her pussy through her panties. I could feel her wetness, soaked through her panties. Then I tried to put a finger inside her panties, and she slid down to massage my legs.

“Hmm. Just how long did you let him keep his fingers between your legs before you moved?” I asked.

She smiled, and said “Until he tried to get a finger inside my panties.” She continued massaging my legs, slowly working her way up to my thighs. “After all, we agreed they couldn’t finger my pussy, and they really aren’t fingering me if they don’t get inside my panties.”

I thought that was a point which could be argued, but it didn’t matter to me. I could accept her definition, because it was very hot to think of her letting a guy finger her through her panties. I had thought I would be more jealous than excited, but I wasn’t. I was glad she hadn’t let him finger fuck her, but the idea of him fingering her pussy through her very flimsy sheer panties was a real turn on. “Did you like being fingered?”

Maria kept massaging me, blushing furiously. Then she said “Yes. Yes, I did.”

“But you moved away when he tried to get into your panties?”

“Yes. I told him I couldn’t do that. He asked me what I couldn’t do, and I told him I couldn’t let him touch me inside my panties.”

“Oh?”

“Yes.”

“Then what happened?”

“Then I massaged his legs, up to the top of his thighs, and moved up to his shoulders again.” As she said this she moved up to my shoulders again. “After all, I had to skip his shoulders before, and a proper massage should include massaging his shoulders, too.” I put one hand on her tit, and the other on her butt, pulled her hip next to my chest, and slid my fingers between her legs from behind, pushing up against her panties, pushing her panties up into the slit of her pussy, rubbing her back and forth.

Suddenly Maria’s tummy began rippling, and her legs started shaking, and she leaned over and held herself up with both hands, as she trembled in orgasm. She fell on top of me, and began smothering me with kisses, and I kept my hand in her crotch, continuing to massage her pussy through her panties. Then she hunched her hips toward me, and stopped kissing me, and came again, her eyes closed, coming hard again. I could feel her heartbeat racing, as she lay across my chest, and I could feel her pussy contracting over and over, with my fingers pushed against her sex.

After she calmed down I asked her if she had come when her customer was massaging her pussy, through her panties. She smiled, and said “No. Almost, but I didn’t. I had to think of other things, ’cause I was sooooo close to coming. But I didn’t think it would be right.” I had to agree with her, it might not be right. I could imagine what he might be able to get away with doing to her if she was in the throws of an orgasm. While I was imagining just what might have happened Maria slid down my body and took my hardon into her dainty mouth, and sucked hard and fast, quickly getting me to come in her mouth. She swallowed, and licked my cock clean. Then we made passionate love, and made love again.

The next week was just more of the same on Wednesday through Friday. Guys would paw her tits, and they kept their towels on, and she kept her top on. She did tell me about a conversation with Nancy she had Wednesday, about just what was the right way to react when a guy dropped his towel during a massage. Maria said Nancy had laughed and said “It’s up to you, baby, but what I do is massage ’em, just like any other part of ’em.” Maria expected Nancy to go into more detail, but Nancy didn’t, even when Maria asked, specifically, just what she should do about their front side. Nancy had laughed, and told Maria “Like I said, what I do is massage ’em like it’s any other part of ’em.”

Maria told me she was surprised by that, and kept pestering Nancy to be more detailed. Nancy told Maria to just do what she was comfortable with, and mentioned again the only rule was no fucking. I couldn’t help but ask Maria if Nancy thought oral sex wasn’t fucking. I doubted the police would have agreed with that, if that’s what she thought. Maria couldn’t say, and said she was sure Nancy wouldn’t say. I could only laugh and shake my head.

Then it was Saturday again, and I dropped Maria off at work. She had worn her more sedate white panties during the other days of that week, but on Saturday she wore her sheer thong again. I could only laugh as I saw her bouncing off to work.

When she got out of work that night she was as bubbly as ever, and smiled coyly as she got in the car, leaning over and giving me an especially hot kiss. I could smell her sex, and see that the crotch of her pants were wet. When I tried to ask her questions, she just said I had to wait till we got home. She kept smiling as I drove us home.

After we got into the apartment she snuggled up to me and said she had a lot of fun at work. I asked her if her regular had been back in, and she said “Yep. He sure was.”

“And?”

“Well, let’s see. I guess I should mention he dropped his towel again, as soon as we got into the room, just like last week. I had him get on the table, and I massaged his shoulders and arms, and his back, then his feet and his legs. And I did it, I massaged his butt.” She was flushed and obviously excited while she was telling me this. “Oh, and he didn’t wait ’till he turned over to put his hand between my legs, either. He started petting me between my legs while he was laying on his stomach. Oh, it felt sooooo good. But I didn’t let him do it long. I moved down to his back pretty quick, so I wouldn’t get too excited.”

I was sucking on her nipples, while she was telling me about her day, as well as fingering her pussy through her panties. Then she said “Oh, and he did that, too.”

“What?”

“He sucked on my tits.”

Well, this was certainly news.

“But I’m getting confused. That was later. let me see. Oh, yes, he was fingering me through my panties right away. Then I moved away after just a little bit of that. But I massaged his feet, and legs, and right up to his butt. It’s the first time I’ve massaged someone else’s butt!”

I knew she meant someone other than me.

“It was exciting, getting to touch his butt. I massaged it for a long time, and even slipped my fingers into his crack. I think I touched his butthole more than once, and even his balls.”

I could see Maria was as red as she’s ever been, while she was telling me this. I was still rubbing her crotch, through her panties, while she was telling her story, but she was obviously blushing deeply, also.

“Then he turned over, before I told him to. He was hard, and I was standing right there by his hips. I had my hands on his butt when he turned over, and his prick hit my hands as he turned over. I just stood there for a while, not sure what to do. Then he told me to ‘move up here’, and I did, keeping one hand on his prick, just resting there. He reached one hand up to grab my tit, and he put his other hand on my butt. He pulled me up against his chest, and slid his fingers between my legs. I started massaging his prick!”

I turned over, and told Maria to “get up here”, and she moved up by my chest. I slid my hand around behind her butt, and into her crotch, pulling her tight against me. Maria’s pussy was on fire. Her juices were flowing out around the sides of her panties.

While I slid my fingers up and down the crease of her pussy, through her panties, she said “His fingers were between my legs. Rubbing me. Outside my panties.” Her eyes were closed, as I mimicked what her customer had done to her.

“Then his fingers were inside my panties! And I just couldn’t stop him. He was wiggling his fingers in my pussy, and it just felt so good.” She looked at me then, and said “I’m sorry, Peter, I just couldn’t say no.” What was I to say? She was steadily jerking me off while I fingered her, moving my fingers from outside her panties to inside. She said “I came. I was standing over him, then I was leaning down on his chest, and my tits were pushed down on him, and he was holding me, and pushing his fingers into my pussy, and I came. He kept finger fucking me, and I came again, and I think I came again after that, too. It was soooooo good.”

“He asked me to eat him, after I came, but I just couldn’t. I told him I couldn’t. He sighed, and asked me to please do something for him.” I could tell my little wife was on the verge of an orgasm at this point, and I began pushing my fingers into her faster and deeper, sliding up behind her pubic bone. She collapsed onto me, and came, jerking gently, while her legs shook, and her pussy rhythmically tightened on my fingers. She grunted softly with each spasm of her pussy, and went limp when her orgasm was over. I kept fingering her, urging her on, knowing she can come as long as I keep stimulating her.

She picked up her head, and I could see the sweat on her brow, and her hair was getting wet. She said “Oh, wow. Uh, oh, so, I came. Just like that. Then he wanted me to eat him. But I couldn’t. So I grabbed his cock and began squeezing and stroking him, and then moved my little titties down to rub on him. He groaned when I did that! He still had his fingers in me, and I was jerking him off hard.”

I came. Her story was just too exciting for me to hold out longer. I had to grab her hands and tell her to take it easy. She had a glazed look in her eyes, and apologized, and leaned down and kissed my cock. “He wanted me to kiss his cock, like I’m kissing yours.” She licked my cock. “He wanted me to lick it, like I’m licking yours!” I was already hard again, and she began sucking on the head of my cock, sucking what come was left on it into her mouth. “I pulled him against my tit, and rubbed him and squeezed him, and he came. His come shot on my tits and my neck. I was such a naughty wife! I was so naughty.”

She went on, saying “He still had over half an hour of massage left. He’d paid for an hour. I thought a lot more time’d gone by, but it was only about 25 minutes. After he came, I wiped his come up, and he pulled me up, and began sucking on my tits. I let him. I rubbed his cock with one hand while he sucked my tits. I was sooooo excited.

After a while he got hard again, and he wanted me to eat him. He said it would be good. He said I jerked him off, so I should blow him next. I told him I couldn’t, though. I massaged his balls, and his cock, and he sucked on my tits, going from one to the other, sucking them into his mouth. His fingers wiggled inside me, getting me soooo excited. Then he put his hand on my head, and guided my head down toward his cock. My mouth was next to his cock, and I kept rubbing him with my hand. He was holding my head, and pushing my mouth toward his cock, It was almost in my mouth, and he was fingering me, pushing his fingers deep into me. He was finger fucking me, moving his fingers inside me, in and out of me.”

She went back to sucking on the head of my cock, and I pulled her onto the bed, and rolled us onto our sides, burying my mouth in her crotch. I sucked her clit into my mouth, catching it gently between my teeth, and rubbed my tongue across it fast and hard. She came again, hard, and I stopped sucking on her for a minute, and then went back to eating her. I got a finger into her, and slid it gently in and out. I knew she would be coming again soon, if I kept eating her. Then I felt her pussy rhythmically tightening on my finger, and her butt flexing, instinctively pushing her crotch toward my mouth, as she came again. Her stomach tightened over and over, and her legs began shaking, and she pushed them out straight.

Then she said, after she had calmed down a little, “But he wanted me to suck him. He pushed my mouth onto him. I couldn’t help it. I kissed it. I put it in my mouth, and licked it, and sucked on it. He held my head. He was fingering me, and I had his prick in my mouth. He was pushing his fingers inside me, and I came, again. Then he started pushing my head up and down, holding my hair, and I sucked on him. I kept pumping his prick with my hand, while I sucked on him. Then he came in my mouth. I let him come in my mouth. I swallowed his come. I kept his cock in my mouth, and kept licking it. He held my head there, and I just kept sucking on him, and licking him, until someone knocked on the door to let me know time was up. I know I shouldn’t have. But I did. I did it.”

We enjoyed that evening. We hadn’t talked about her giving head to a customer, but we both found it exciting. I worried about her catching some disease, but we were lucky, and we dodged that bullet. I was worried about the fact she said he forced her to eat him, but she shyly said “But I liked it.”

It turns out she quit that night, before leaving, telling them she wouldn’t be back. She was pretty sure the next time her regular came back he would want to fuck her, and she wouldn’t be able to say no. She didn’t want to be a prostitute. When I mentioned she gave him head for money, she just laughed and asked “Is oral sex really sex?” I can’t argue that point, one way or another. But I gotta say, after hearing about her night, it sure sounds like oral sex is really sex.

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Scarlett is one of those teen girls that absolutely amazed you with good looks and a naughty attitude – and some nice D cup tits too! I found her over at FTV Girls where she is getting her nice natural D cup baps out for the first time – including in public, naughty girl! Her boobs aren’t massive or anything, but they are lovely and natural D cups with pierced nipples and just a wildly hot look, she’s the sort of girl who is a bit of a tom boy but in the end has the body that puts the girly girls to shame. Plus she loves to show off everything, spread herself open, and cum like mad as she plays with her big boobies. This 19 year old would wear you out!

Check out more of Scarlett and tons of other fresh new teen girls at FTV GIrls – First times are the hottest!

His step sister just turned 18 and now this guy is making some wild home videos as he teaches his very willing step sister how to suck cock, how to fuck, and hot to be ready to put out for any man who needs it! He makes a video so that she will keep coming back… naughty!

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This all started the summer I turned 18. My older sister, Karen, was home from college for the summer. Karen was 20 and had been away at school for awhile, so at first it seemed weird to be living with her again. Karen and I had always gotten along alright, typical brother and sister stuff, but we were totally different types of people. I’m a tall, skinny kid, kinda quiet and shy. I have a few close friends at school, and I’ve even had a couple of girlfriends, but definitely no major relationships, and I’m certainly far from experienced in the sex department.

Karen, on the other hand, is more or less my exact opposite–outgoing, extremely social and friendly. When she was in high school Karen was a total party machine–Week nights, weekends, whenever. She’d always had tons of different boyfriends and was really popular. In fact, she was such a wild child that I think my parents were pretty relieved to send her off to college. Also, although being her brother I’d never really noticed it, everyone at school (at least all the guys) thought Karen was totally hot: shoulder-length natural honey-blonde hair, full, pouty lips, blue eyes, large, firm breasts, a tight curved ass and legs to die for. She tanned year round, either laying out (in the summer) or at a tanning booth (in the winter) so year round she had a perfect complexion.

Yeah, my sister was hot, and she knew it. She got a kick out of teasing all the guys who were constantly checking her out, flirting with them and driving them crazy. Whenever any of my friends from school would come over to the house Karen would really put on a class act, wearing her sluttiest outfits, super short skirts, virtually non-existent tops that showed off her cleavage really well. She would “accidentally” drop something and bend down really slowly right in front of them until her ass was practically totally exposed, or lean down to talk to them and show plenty of cleavage as her top opened. This drove my friends wild, but they did seem to visit a lot.

Anyway, this particular summer when Karen came home she seemed different–still totally hot, with the party girl attitude, but different around me, friendlier somehow. The moment she walked in the door, before she even tried to find mom and dad, she ran over to me and gave me a big hug.

“Hey Brian, long time no see! Did you miss me?”

I was a little taken aback by this but managed to mumble, “Yeah, I guess so.” She laughed and then stepped back and said, “Hey check it out, you like it? I just had it done a month ago.” Karen pulled up her top a little to expose her stomach and a nice gold bellybutton ring.

“Yeah, it’s cool. Mom and dad’ll probably freak, though.”

Again that low, throaty laugh. “Who says they have to know?” Still laughing, she walked into the kitchen.

Things were pretty normal for the first few weeks of summer. I’d gotten a part time job at a nearby supermarket and Karen was out with friends a lot so we only saw each other in passing. The only thing that took a little getting used to was having to share a bathroom again. Karen wasn’t exactly the neatest person and our bathroom was always cluttered with “girl stuff”: makeup scattered all over, panties, bras, even lingerie. One day I found a bright red thong lying on the floor in front of the clothes hamper. Absent-mindedly I picked the thong up, intending to toss it into the hamper when I noticed a dark spot in the crotch area. I fingered it and it was still slightly damp.

Shit! My sister must have just barely taken these off! Quickly shutting the bathroom door all the way, I raised the thong to my face and sniffed it, inhaling deeply. The rich, musky aroma was unmistakable and my cock stiffened immediately in response to the intoxicating scent. Just then I heard someone coming up the stairs and then Karen saying, “Brian, are you in there? Hurry up, I really gotta pee.” I froze, the thong still raised to my face. Damn, what was I thinking, sniffing my own sister’s panties and getting turned on by it? What the hell was wrong with me?

After a moment or two I managed to reply, ” I’ll be out in a second.” Blushing, I tossed my sister’s thong into the hamper and then flushed the toilet, ran some water and pretended to wash up long enough to allow my hard on to dwindle.

As soon as I opened the door, Karen shot past me into the bathroom. “About time, I really gotta go.” As she passed me her hair brushed against my face and I caught just a slight hint of musky perfume. My cock twitched in response and I quickly closed the door and hurried downstairs. As I went, I couldn’t help wondering about just how Karen got that damp spot on her thong, and just thinking about it, about her, was getting me aroused. What the hell was going on with me? I never thought of myself as a real pervert (no more so than any other typical teenager with raging hormones anyway) but here I was getting a throbbing hard on at the sight of my sister’s panties and the scent of her perfume. I tried to dismiss it as being simple horniness, but still my thoughts lingered on my sister for a long time.

Everything changed when mom and dad went away for their annual week’s vacation. Since Karen was the oldest, they informed us, they would be leaving her in charge. Needless to say, Karen enjoyed this immensely, and I had to endure a lot of teasing about her being the boss and comments like, “Ok Brian, you better do what I say, remember who’s in charge around here.”

Karen also took advantage of this opportunity to turn our house into party central almost as soon as mom and dad’s car left the driveway. She partied hard for two days (and nights) in a row, and there was never any shortage of people (mostly guys, I noticed) who were willing to party with her. Each night ended the same way: My sister, drunk off her ass and already half naked, stumbling upstairs to her bedroom with whichever lucky guy she’d chosen to be her boy toy of the evening. I would never admit it to myself fully, but in the back of my mind I couldn’t help feeling a twinge of jealousy as I watched her stagger up the stairs draped all over some anonymous stud.

Whenever I could, I would help Karen clean up the mess the next day, but because of my work schedule Karen had the house to herself a lot, especially during the day. One day, toward the middle of the week I got off work early (it was around two in the afternoon instead of the usual four). When I pulled into the driveway, I noticed that there was another car there besides Karen’s, but I didn’t think anything of it, figuring it was just one of Karen’s friends.

I walked into the house, tossed my keys on the kitchen table, and was just thinking of getting something to eat when I heard a noise from upstairs. Bedsprings were creaking like crazy and I heard Karen moan, “Oh yeah, that’s it! right there! oh, fuck!” Shit, Karen was fucking some lucky bastard right now, in the middle of the day. For a moment I stood there, motionless at the foot of the stairs, just listening. then I couldn’t resist any longer–I just had to check it out. I kicked off my shoes and crept up the stairs as quietly as I could.

Score! Karen’s bedroom door was partway ajar. (She obviously wasn’t expecting me home for a couple more hours). Sneaking passed our shared bathroom, I hid myself behind Karen’s partly opened bedroom door as best I could and peeked in. I couldn’t believe the sight that greeted me: Karen was on her hands and knees in the middle of her bed, completely naked, getting fucked hard by two guys at once! the guys both looked vaguely familiar and I figured I’d probably seen them at one of Karen’s parties. The guy in back, the one with dark hair, was pounding away in Karen’s pussy furiously, while the guy in front of her, a blonde, was holding the back of Karen’s head with both hands and sliding his large cock in and out of her willing mouth, fucking her face. The room was filled with moist slurping sounds as Karen’s dripping snatch engulfed the dark haired guy’s cock, his balls slapping against her ass cheeks, her big tits quivering and flopping as he fucked her. Karen pulled away from the blonde’s big cock long enough to scream out: “Yeah, that’s it! Fuck my wet pussy! Oh, God! Shit! Ahh, make me cum!!”

I couldn’t believe it. This was so incredibly hot! My cock was so hard that it was practically tenting out my jeans. I was afraid my zipper was gonna explode. The guy behind Karen really picked up the pace then, slamming his cock into her as hard and fast as he could, pulling out the entire length and then driving it into her until his balls slapped against her red ass cheeks, making her scream and moan as she continued to deep throat the blonde in front of her.

“Fuck man, this bitch is awesome,” The dark-haired guy grunted as he pummeled my sister’s sweet pussy.

“Yeah dude, she’s really into it,” The blonde replied, face fucking Karen until she gagged and his balls were pressed up against her chin.

Karen moaned deeply, then pulled away from Blondie’s big cock and gasped out, “Yeah, it’s so fuckin’ good! Wait, I want you both to fuck me at the same time. I want a cock in my ass and pussy!”

The guys looked at each other for a second, then the blonde said, “For real? You wanna get double stuffed?”

“Fuck yeah I do!” Karen panted. “Here, lie down on your back.”

It was as they switched positions that I made my crucial mistake. I was so caught up in the action going on in front of me that I forgot that I was only partially hidden by the bedroom door. As Karen swung around and impaled her wet pussy on Blondie’s hard cock, she was facing directly toward the doorway. For just a moment, our eyes locked. She got this huge grin on her face and, still staring directly at me , she shoved herself down and took Blondie’s entire cock deep into herself in one motion. Fuck! I was caught!

I quickly ducked back completely behind the door, but I knew it was far too late for that. As I stood there, torn between shock and incredible feelings of lust, I heard Karen say, “Mmmm, yeah, now shove your big dick up my tight little asshole! Yeah, fuck both my holes!” This pushed me over the edge. I couldn’t take anymore, my cock was so hard I was afraid I was gonna cum in my jeans in another second. I rushed to my room, shutting the door behind me as quietly as I could, I ripped off my clothes in a frenzy and, lying down on the bed completely naked jacked my rock hard prick as I continued to listen to my sister getting fucked just down the hall:

“Oh yeah, uhhh, that feels so good, so full! Harder! unnh!”

“Dude, her ass is so fuckin’ tight! Feels great!”

Long moments of panting and wet sucking sounds. “Oh, man, I can’t last much longer, I’m gonna nut!”

“Me too, shit, it’s too fuckin’ good. Uuuunh, fuck, I’m gonna cum!!”

“Yeah, fuckin cum inside me! Shoot that shit deep in my ass and pussy! Do it!”

“MMMM, UNNHHH! Yeah, fuck!!”

For a long while everything was quiet except for the sounds of harsh panting and low, ragged breathing. My hand was a blur on my cock by this time, and I felt ready to explode. I froze as I heard the sound of voices in the hallway:

“Shit Karen, that was awesome! Thanks a lot!”

“Yeah, thanks, that totally rocked!”

“Anytime guys. You should come over more often!” The sound of my sister’s laughter. “You know we will now for sure! We’ll call soon. I wanna get a chance at your sweet ass next time!”

“No problem, whenever you want, Gary.” Again, her soft chuckle.

“Well, we gotta take off, practice this afternoon.”

“K, see ya later. Call me.”

“You know it!”

Then the fading sound of footsteps on the stairs, the slamming of the front door, and they were gone. Man, I just had to bust a nut. I resumed jacking at a frantic pace. Yeah, so close, I know I’m gonna shoot a huge load, almost there. . .

My bedroom door swung open. Karen stood in the doorway, naked, her large nipples rock hard, a slight sheen of perspiration glistening all over her body and a mixture of cum and her own pussy juices running down the inside of her legs. “Jesus, Karen, what the hell are you doing!?!” I grabbed frantically for my blankets and threw them over my lower half. It was a somewhat useless gesture, though, since my cock made a tent out of those blankets in a major way.

She looked at me with an arrogant little smirk on her face. “Did you like it?”

“What?!? Wadda you mean?” This has to be a dream, I thought to myself. This can’t really be happening. This hot-ass slut goddess standing in my bedroom doorway, the picture of every teen male’s fantasy, and she’s my fucking sister!

“Did you like it?”

“Shit Karen, this is too–“

She stepped up beside the bed and with a single motion ripped the blanket away from me, leaving my exposed and rigid manhood sticking straight up. Karen looked at me and chuckled. “Yeah, you liked it. You loved watching your big sister get stuffed full of hard cock. You loved watching me suck dick and get plowed in the ass, didn’t you, Brian?” At this point I was in such shock that all I could do was make strangled noises in the back of my throat and gaze at her helplessly. My raging hard on said it all, however.

Karen slowly swung her leg over the side of the bed and squatted directly over my face, her dripping pussy inches from my mouth. “Be a good brother and lick my pussy and ass clean, Brian, suck my cunt and make me cum all over your face. Lick me!” She shoved he pussy against my open mouth, grinding down on me, smearing a mixture of cum and sweet pussy juice all over my face. Part of me knew that this was wrong, that incest was wrong, but by this point I was so crazed with lust that I would do anything. Reaching up, I grasped Karen’s hips and pulled her down even farther until she was almost smothering me with her beautiful pussy. I licked and sucked every inch of her hole, tasting her, exploring the folds of her cunt lips with the tip of my tongue, tongue fucking her, sticking my tongue as deeply inside her as I could, tasting the sweet tang of her own juices mingled with the faintly salty flavor of the spunk that was dripping from her holes.

“Oh yeah, little bro, just like that, clean my pussy real good. I knew you wanted this.” She ground her crotch against my face hard as I continued to lap, sucking all of her juices into my mouth, tasting the core of her as I flicked my tongue against her swollen clit as hard as I could. “Oh shit, oh fuck yeah bro! That’s it, make your big sister cum!!” Karen squealed and smashed her crotch against my face as she came, squirting hot sticky pussy juices all over my face and open mouth.

“Oh yeah, Brian, that was really nice. Clean up my asshole now and you’ll get your reward.” I obeyed eagerly, tonguing her beautiful tight butthole, lapping all around it, plunging the tip of my tongue deep inside, sucking out all of the jizz that had been shot into her and gulping it down.

“Mmmmm, that feels so good Brian, you nasty little boy, sucking cum out of your big sister’s asshole,” Karen moaned. “That’s it, stick your tongue in real deep, make sure you get it all. ” After awhile Karen stood up and smiled at me. “You did a real good job, little bro. You’ve earned your reward. Ok, go ahead and spread your legs wide apart.” I did so and Karen crawled between my legs. I gasped with pleasure as I felt Karen’s warm hand close around my dick and begin slowly pumping up and down. “Mmmmh, doesn’t that feel good Brian? You like the feeling of your big sister’s hand stroking your hard cock? Do you?”

“Yes, yes!” I stammered.

“Yeah, I thought so. Then you’re gonna love this.” Karen ran the tip of her tongue all around the head of my cock, licking at the piss slit and tasting the pre-cum that was flowing out of me as she continued to slowly pump up and down with her hand.

I moaned deeply and arched my back. “Ohhh, God, Karen that feels so good!!”

Karen glanced up at me again with that arrogant smirk on her face. “What do you want little brother? Do you want to cum? Do you want to feel my lips around your cock as you shoot your load into my mouth?”

Weakly I gasped out, “Yes.”

She smirked at me again, her hand wrapped tightly around my now pulsing dick, her mouth inches from my engorged cockhead. “Beg for it, bro. I wanna hear you beg your big sister to suck your cock.”

I couldn’t help myself. “Please Karen, please, I’m begging for it, please suck my dick, make me cum.”

She chuckled. “Good boy.” I gasped as I felt the warm wetness of her lips engulfing the head of my cock, moving down my shaft, massaging it with her tongue, slowly taking more and more until my cock was buried in the wet heat of her throat and my sister’s nose was mashed against my pubes. She slowly and gently squeezed my balls with one hand as she slurped on my cock, deepthroating it and then releasing, sucking only the head, moving down slowly and teasingly. It felt so incredible, and I knew I couldn’t last much longer. Looking down at my sister’s head bobbing up and down on my hard shaft I felt my ball sac tighten and my toes begin to curl.

“Oh, shit, yeah, oh god, Karen, I’m gonna cum!!!” Karen took my cock deep into her throat, swallowing reflexively as I shot blast after blast of hot cum into her mouth. Finally I lay back, panting for breath, my eyes half closed in delirious oblivion. My sister crawled slowly up my prone body, dragging her hardened nipples against my chest, sliding her beautiful tits against me. Our lips met in a long, delicious kiss, and as Karen’s tongue slid into my mouth I tasted the salty bitter flavor of my own cum.

“Did that feel good, Brian?”

“Oh, shit, Karen, that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had!”

She smiled. “Yeah, well it sure as hell won’t be the last one. We’ve got all summer, and I have definite plans for you, little brother.”

I looked up at her with a puzzled expression. “What do you mean?”

She just giggled and waggled her eyebrows at me. “If you’re a good boy, maybe you’ll find out.”

She slid off of me and stood up. “Stay right here, don’t move, I’ll be back in a second.” Watching my sister’s perfectly tight, round little ass bounce as she walked out of the room, I felt my cock stir and come to life again, stiffening in appreciation of the sight. I lay there in a daze, unable to believe what had just happened. After a few minutes, Karen came back holding a couple of lengths of kitchen twine in her hand and smiling wickedly.

“Woah, wait a minute, what are gonna do with that?” I asked.

Karen just laughed. “Don’t worry Brian, I promise, you’ll love this game.”

Before I could quite register what was going on, my sister had grasped both my hands and tied them securely to either side of the headboard bedposts. I lay there on my back, hands lashed tightly above my head, helpless and under my sister’s complete control. my cock throbbed with eager anticipation even as in another, more rational part of my mind I was a bit scared.

Karen reached down and squeezed my erection lightly. “Hmmm, it looks like you missed me while I was gone.” Then she glanced up at me. “You look good this way Brian, bondage agrees with you.” She crawled up my body until she straddled my chest, her beautiful, firm breasts swaying inches from my face. “Oooh, Brian, when you ate me out it made me sooo wet, ” she whispered in my ear. She wiggled two fingers into her wet pussy and then slowly, seductively swirled her fingertips around her hardened nipples, smearing them with her own juices. “My nipples are so hard, Brian. Do you like my tits? Do you want to suck them?” She continued to knead and caress those firm mounds now only inches from my face, tweaking her nipples, tugging on them.

By this time I was in an absolute frenzy of desire. Karen’s dirty talk was driving me crazy ; all I could think about was how much I wanted her body, how much I wanted to give her pleasure, to obey her every whim. “Yes! God yes, I wanna suck your tits so bad, Karen, please!” I panted.

Again that soft, throaty chuckle. “Good boy, you learn fast. Go ahead Brian, suck your big sister’s titties, make me feel good.” She leaned forward and pressed her tits against my face and slid them back and forth as I sucked first one then the other hard nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, tasting the musky sweet flavor of her pussy. After a few minutes of this Karen pulled back slightly, positioning herself so that she was straddling my waist, holding her pussy just above my hard and throbbing dick. “What else do you want, little brother? Do you want to fuck me? do you want to feel your sister’s hot, wet pussy sliding up and down your shaft, squeezing it, making you cum? Is that what you want?” Karen whispered.

“GOD!! YES, YES!!” Tugging uselessly at my restraints, I bucked with my hips trying desperately to plunge my cock into her hole.

Smiling, Karen slapped me gently across the face. “Who’s in control here?” she demanded.

“You are, Karen.”

“That’s right. You’ll do whatever I want, whenever I want, won’t you little brother?”

“Yes, yes, I swear Karen, I’ll do anything you want, just please fuck me.”

She laughed softly. “That’s better, Brian. I love to hear you beg, it turns me on. Say, ‘Mistress Karen, please fuck me and make me cum.” I hesitated for a moment, staring up at her. “Beg for what you want little bro, and I’ll give it to you.”

I was so turned on by Karen’s aggressiveness, her total dominance, that I would have done anything she said. “M-mistress Karen, uh, please fuck me and, uh, and make me cum,” I stammered in a low whisper.

“Mmmmm, that’s a good little slave.” Karen slowly eased herself down onto my cock, sliding down my shaft until I was completely buried in her hot, wet tunnel. The sensation was exquisite and I moaned deep in the back of my throat, trying desperately to keep from cumming right then and there.

Karen whimpered softly and began sliding up and down on my cock , riding me faster and faster until she was slamming up and down, balancing herself with both hands pressed against my chest as she fucked me, her ass grinding down against my balls with every stroke. “Ohhh, Brian, that feels sooo good!!” she panted. “YEAH, FUCK ME!! You’re fucking your own sister you nasty little slut! Do you like it? Does it feel good?”

I was totally in bliss, the feeling of my sister’s tight slippery twat riding me, devouring my cock, was amazing. “Yeah, God yeah! Oh shit Karen fuck me harder! please!”

Karen was riding me furiously now, impaling herself on my hard shaft as deeply as she could with every stroke, panting, her head thrown back, her huge tits quivering as she fucked me. “Yeah little brother, that’s so good, so fuckin’ good! Make me cum, uuunhh, yeah, oh god, oh shit, I’M CUMMING!!!” With a scream she thrust down on me completely and I could feel the walls of her pussy contracting as she came, flexing around my cock, milking it.

“Oh Fuck, Karen, I can’t hold back, uuuhn, AHHH! I’m gonna cum!”

Karen leapt off of me and, grabbing my still pistoning cock with her hand, she aimed it directly at her chest. “Yeah bro, shoot that hot load, I wanna watch you shoot your jizz all over my big titties!”

She stroked my cock twice and I was gone. “AAAAHHH!” Cum erupted from my cockhead in three long spurts, coating my sister’s tits, dripping from her nipples. I fell back against the bed, hanging limply against my restraints, exhausted, totally spent. Karen rubbed my cum all over her breasts, massaging it into them. Using both hands she then scooped up all of my cum from her chest and lapped it from her fingers, swallowing every drop.

“Mmmm, you taste delicious little brother.” She untied my wrists and lay down beside me, snuggling close. Kissing me on the cheek she whispered, “Better rest up Brian, this is just the beginning. Remember, you promised, ‘anything I want,’ right?”

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Airtight. That’s what its called when a girl has a cock in her mouth, a cock in her pussy, and a cock in her ass at the same time. Literally every hole is blocked up full of cock. Hot little Lexi Lore takes on multiple big black cocks and gets fucked in her ass and pussy at the same time, while sucking another big cock and stroking more off! There is so much cock her that her sexy ass gets a good workout, this girl loves getting ass fucked and covered in cum!

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How much do you know about the stunning Cassidy Klein, beyond her long brunette locks and incredible tits? In this scene, Cassidy tells us all about her dance career. And while she doesn’t dance as often as she used to, she certainly still brings these skills to the table when it comes to fucking. Wearing a revealing bodysuit, Cassie slides her long legs into a splits position, showing off her flexibility… and her incredible ass. Then she puts her legs behind her head for a great pussy shot. As Cassidy holds the split position, Van Wylde pulls out his big, rock-hard cock and Cassidy takes it into her lovely mouth. The smoking hot duo fucks hard as Cassidy demonstrates how stretchy her body is, and how well she can handle Van’s cock – so well, in fact, that she gets him cumming all over her sweet face.

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It was his fortieth birthday, and I had decided that it was to be a memorable one. Paul and I had been married for five years. He was ten years older than me. So, I was twenty when I married him. Already at thirty, he had this salt and pepper hair that makes women look unkempt but makes men look sophisticated and dangerous. So he was, I was later to find out. Sophisticated in his tastes, from food or drink, nothing was too foreign, strange or disgusting for him not to try. With him, I developed a taste for exotic foods, frog legs, escargots, and monk fish liver. You name it, the more potent the flavor, the more he craved it; and with him, so did I.

His taste for liquor was just as eclectic as his food choices. Not just the single malt Scotch or small batch Bourbon that the cognoscenti rave about. He had Absinthe brought over from Slovakia, Raki from Turkey, and a particularly favored Grappa-like drink from some place in Spain.

I grew up in Omaha, Nebraska, as Middle America as apple pie and biscuits. That may have been what attracted me, at twenty, to this man, so much my senior. He entered my life like a tornado, sweeping everything before him. Soon, I found myself skiing double diamond terrain, shooting white water rapids, and diving in the open ocean; all things I had never even thought of doing. We got engaged at 120 ft of depth, in the great wall of Little Cayman. I was so surprised I almost dropped the ring, and that would have been a disaster, since the bottom of the ocean is about three thousand feet deep at that point! I have followed Paul ever since, and never regretted it for a second.

Now, after five years of marriage, I decided I shall give him a gift to remember. I changed a lot from the wide eyed ingénue from Omaha in these years, but one thing, until now, did not change. I never accepted his, shall I say temptations? In the matter of sex I remained the proper conservative American girl. Of course we had oral sex, but aside of that; the kinkiest thing we ever did was to do it in the kitchen. And I knew, and know, that he wanted more. He kept a large collection of erotica, in his library. Although locked, these books, tapes and art, have always been available to me even though I did not avail myself of them until recently. That’s when I realized how much I was withholding from him and, for the first time became afraid, afraid that he would find someone who would give him what I would not.

Fast forward to the present. I found a willing accomplice in Sakura, a Japanese beauty that frequented our country club. She was twenty five; we often played golf or skied with her. I do not believe Paul knew the effect he had on her, or if he knew, he never acted on it. Me, on the other hand, I knew. It was obvious to me that the oriental beauty was besotted with Paul. She was always respectful, always polite and proper, but I could not fail to detect her blushing, her breathing becoming faster when he approached her. If he talked to her, and touched her arm, she always would seek support from the back of a chair, table or other piece of furniture, her knees would weaken so.

I approached Sakura one evening, about three weeks before his birthday. Paul was traveling that day and, it being the middle of the week, the lounge at the club was relatively empty; some women played cards at a table, and a couple of older, retired guys played chess. Sakura had been playing tennis, and was looking around the bar for someone to share a drink with, so as soon as she saw me, she approached me, smiling.

“Hi, Sakura” I greeted her “Care to drink something?”

“Hi, Lola” She answered, “Of course.”

We sat at one of the couches, near the fireplace, far from the other people. We ordered Margaritas. We made small talk for a while, until the second Margarita. Then, as inhibitions began to loosen, thanks to Jose Cuervo, I made my move:

“Have you had sex with Paul?” I asked nonchalantly between sips.

“Of course not!” She answered angrily “What makes you think so?”

“Relax my dear” I said stroking her hand. “I know you like him. Don’t you?”

The tequila was having its desired effect. I had eaten a burger before coming to the club, but Sakura just had two Margaritas on an empty stomach. She answered truthfully.

“You can’t blame me for that. He is gorgeous” She paused for the briefest moment “But I’ve never…” “I know, I know” I said soothingly “But you would, if things were…different” It was not a question.

She did not deny it.

“I have an idea I need your help with” I continued.

* * *

On his birthday, I took Paul to his favorite seafood haunt. A swanky place, known for its seafood and steaks and one of the few places in town where you could still smoke a cigar after dinner, in their cigar room; this was the one place in town where you could go for dinner in a tuxedo and cocktail dress, and not call attention to yourself. He always looks so handsome in his tux. I wore a crimson silk number, with a tight bodice and a flaring skirt that showed off my legs and feet, enhanced by the Manolo Blahnik sandals.

He wanted to have steak for dinner, as he usually did here, but I told him I had made other arrangements for us, and he understood that sex was in the forecast, so he did not complain about the food choices.

If he had his way, and ate a porterhouse, he would fall in bed like a pole axed ox, so, no meat today.

We ate Mikimoto oysters on the half shell, steamed artichokes with a balsamic dip and grilled salmon and steamed Bok Choy with a soy ginger sauce. To drink, we had Perrier Jouet cuvee Belle Epoque. He also got me hooked on that one.

After dinner, he looked at the cigar room, an eyebrow slightly raised, interrogating. I smiled and said:

“At home.”

When we arrived home, the house was dark; I led him to the bedroom, lit only by a night light, and sat him in his favorite leather chair, facing the bed. He was about to question me but I touched his lips with my finger.

“Hush” I said.

I led his hand to the table at his right. In it a crystal bucket held ice cubes, and a large glass rang crisply as I touched it lightly with my crimson fingernails. I gave him his cigar, a Montecristo #2 that I had previously cut for him and lit a match for him to light it. In the light of the match, I saw amazement and wonder in his eyes.

I pushed him back into the chair, kissed him and said:

“Wait.”

Then I disappeared into the bathroom. I rapidly changed into a black bustier, that matched the black hose and garter belt I was wearing, but that, hidden under the skirt, he could not have noticed. I entered the bedroom, and as I approached the king sized, four poster bed, flicked a remote control that turned on three spotlights on the bed leaving the rest of the bedroom in relative darkness.

In the bed, silently, Sakura, dressed in a white lace bra from La Perla, matching white thong, garter belt and hose, turned towards me and extended her arms to meet mine. I heard his sharp intake of breath.

Sakura and I hugged, and I kissed her deeply on her lips. My tongue entered her, exploring, as she did the same with me. I felt my moisture, my need arise, and straddled her thigh, rubbing myself against her stockinged skin. She did likewise, and I could smell her arousal, similar, yet so different from my own. We rolled on the bed, touching, probing each other. I never had a lesbian experience before, but it came naturally to me; it felt as if I was making love to myself. My bustier came off as Sakura sought out my breasts, larger than hers, and kissed them, and bit on them. In my excitement, I could only hug her closer to me, while trying, furiously to hump her thigh.

I heard not a word from my husband, who, in the relative darkness of the room, could be seen only as a dark shape, sunk in his chair.

Sakura now pinched my nipples, until they were standing up, erect, sensitive. She took the right one on her mouth and sucked on it, viciously, then bit hard on it, until I squealed in pain. She moved behind me, taking my arms behind my back, and holding them crossed at the wrist. I knelt now on the bed, my knees wide open, facing the dark shape that was my husband. I could see the plume of blue cigar smoke, exhaled, and smell the strong aroma, before it was sucked out of the room by the silent ventilation system. She threw me on my side, still holding my hands, and ripped off my garter belt and hose. She used one of the stockings to bind my hands. I heard the tinkle of ice, on my husband’s chair.

She ripped off my panties left me nude, with my hands bound behind my back, knees wide open on the bed, ankles crossed, and my neatly trimmed pubic hair, another novelty for Paul, pointing to my wide open pussy. I felt the cool air in my moist lips. I could smell myself. Sakura was as excited as I. Her skin glistened in the spotlights with a patina of sweat. She threw me on my back and straddled my face. She pulled her white thong to a side and smothered me with her sopping wet pussy. I smelled her musk, and licked at her clit, my nose deeply inserted in her hot wet hole. She gushed more, under my attentions, and I noticed the flow of moisture dripping out of my own cunt. I felt embarrassed for a moment, to be doing this, wide open, in front of Paul, perfectly lit by the spotlights, my pussy gushing, and dripping on the dark red bed sheets. After only a short time, Sakura rode my nose to the first of many orgasms that evening.

She stopped to catch her breath, but only for a moment, for I was given no respite. She turned me, facing down on the bed, my panties inserted deep in my mouth, and tied in place with my garter belt. She tied my hands together to the headboard, and my ankles, separately to the posts at the foot of the bed. My ankles were tied with my stockings, my hands with a wide red silk ribbon.

I saw, on the mirror on the side wall Sakura approaching Paul, a riding crop in her hand. She offered it to him, silently; he waved her off. She moved to my right, and I could not see her anymore.

The swish of the crop, cutting through the air warned me, a fraction of a second before a line of fire planted itself on my ass. I tried to scream through my gag, but only a muted howl came out. And the crop fell, again and again, until my ass was on fire, and I had no strength to cry out anymore. The pillow under my face was wet with my tears, and the sheet under my pussy wet with my juices. Sakura untied me and I turned over.

Paul stood, in front of his chair, his erect penis sticking out of his pants; he approached the bed, only to be interrupted by Sakura, who gently pushed him back into his chair.

“Not yet,” She said “Soon.”

She knelt between his legs and took him in her mouth. She swallowed his length and, holding on to his butt, bobbed on his dick. I saw her cheeks, hollow with her suction as she blew him vigorously. It took but a minute for Paul to spill himself down Sakura’s throat. I saw her swallow, and then lick him clean. She replaced his dick in his pants, and came back to me.

I feared her, for I knew what was to come next. She tied my ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed, and my wrists to the ones on the headboard. She picked up the crop once more. I could see Paul’s dick, again tenting his pants.

This time it was my breasts that were the target of Sakura’s crop. As the leather cut into my tender boobies I thrashed as much as my bound hands and feet allowed. Yet my pussy continued to gush. When it was over, Paul was again standing, his dick again out of his pants which he proceeded to shed. Sakura motioned for him to wait, as she once again turned me over, and placed me on all fours. My hands tied beneath my face, and my feet again tied to the bedposts.

I felt cold air on my ass, as she separated my ass cheeks. I heard the floorboards creak as he came closer. I felt the cold gel dripping on my ass hole, and her gentle fingers spreading and entering, one finger, then a second one. I sank my head in the pillow. I heard his grunt of pleasure as she spread the jelly on his member. I tried to relax, to await the inevitable.

I felt the pressure at the opening I never gave him, until now, and tried to relax and push against him, to no avail. My sphincter closed tighter the more I tried to will it open. He pushed harder, encouraged by Sakura; I moaned and, as he forces his way past my resistance, screamed through my gag and into the pillow. Victorious, he entered my bowels; I felt like I was being ripped apart. He pulled out, and I felt his penis leaving my rectum. I felt the cold air inside, and he entered me again. It hurt terribly, but was easier too. He did it over and over again, until he screamed his release. His sperm filled my rear entrance leaving me with a glow, all over me, of success, of achievement.

Now, Sakura kissed my ass tenderly and, with her tongue, cleaned it. With her lips tightly around my still stretched asshole, she said a single word.

“Push.”

And I did, and she drank again all of his essence. Then she untied me, and I stood, nude, in front of Paul.

Sakura and I both said:

“Happy Birthday!”

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