Yesterday had been basically average. Nothing too exciting ever
happened at the bank and especially not at the drive-through window. Then
HE pulled up -Max Lexington! Since the first day she had laid eyes on him
a few months ago she knew he was different. She was immediately drawn in
by his perfect smile and deep sexy voice. They'd made pleasant
conversation, but it had never gone beyond that. He had a presence about
him that requested - no demanded- her attention even when he said nothing
at all. Yesterday when he pulled up, he gave her a note along with his
deposit. You - Me - Bell Tower Inn - 9 p.m. She gasped. He laughed. She
nodded. Her brain was in a fog for the rest of the day.

That evening found me locked in a good-natured wrestling match with Cal.
He'd wanted to sit in the easy chair, but I'd refused, and like we'd done
all our lives we ended up rolling around on the floor to decide who'd get
it. My brother had just slapped a particularly painful arm hold when the
phone rang. Our mom picked it up in the kitchen, then called for Cal.
Saved by the bell, I flopped down in the chair with a grin as he went to
answer it.

Peter, too, didn't last long in that tight hot butt hole. He rammed
into her ass and came hard, then pulled out and shot the last couple shots
of his cum up her back. The girl was turning into one cum covered slut.

Mari kissed her again to quiet her once more and put her finger to
Ann-Marie's full lips, "You don't have to try and explain darling, I think
you and I, I think we are very much alike. I am 25 years old, not much
older than you are, and I have two little girls also. When I met Tim they
were about the same age as your Jessica and Lauren were when he met you.
He consumed our lives as he has consumed yours and your daughters. They
have been raised the same way Tim has raised yours. My daughters are cock
slaves, sex toys and cum whores, just as yours are set to become. I hope
soon, you and the girls will get to meet them." Ann-Marie was confused;
Mari could see it in her eyes.

Her mother had repeatedly chased away the schoolgirl notions she
entertained (of being spontaneously swept off her feet by a handsome
stranger) and that strong encouragement to seek stability over excitement
had taken root in reality but her well intentioned advice couldn't reach
into her dreams to destroy that. There she was free to fantasize about a
very different life than what she knew the future held for her.

The man considered his options carefully. On one hand he was very rich
and respected. He could take this girl, fuck her savagely and she could do
nothing about it. On the other hand to make one's arrival at an event with
this exquisite woman would indeed make him the subject of conversation; and
if what she said was true about her skills at pleasure, how could he
resist? "I will offer you one hundred, as much as four hetaerae and I have
yet to meet a woman worth that.

With that, I undid my halter top and my dress tumbled open. James
looked about as I lowered my head down to his cock, cradling it in my hand.
I started to work the zipper down when he tried to stop me.

I remember this one time we were watching tv and he asked me to sit on
his lap. I could feel something hard between my legs and he would sort of
push me away then slowly move me back to his chest. Then he asks if he
could take my undies off. I said, "Yes daddy." I liked pleasing my dad; I
always do what he asks of me. He told me just to relax and he would do the
work. He asked me to hold my legs close to his and his cock started going
faster and faster between my legs. Then he says oh yes baby you feel so
good on daddy I'm going to cum. He shot white stuff all over my legs and
my cunny. It was neat to watch the white stuff cum out. Which as I
recall, lead to our next game.

Laura ran her own free hand up to Bonnie's other breast, cupping and
squeezing it while Bonnie's shuddering body went into sharp convulsions of
killing pleasure. She had known the girl would come hard, indeed had hoped
Bonnie would come very hard, and yet the full force of this shocking orgasm
overwhelmed her. And that could not even describe the effect it had on
Bonnie, who seemed briefly destroyed by the whole thing, crushed, before
stretching and flexing and rolling half onto her side, her arm over her
face, which was obscured from Laura's view, her body still undulating and
twitching helplessly through the last devastating spasms of a horrific
climax.

By the end of the week, her butt resembled a war zone. I am sure it was
a major discomfort for her when she sat. But she never complained.

As she was spinning around I said, yes, but that's how this all got
started." Then the power of speech left me as her lips and tongue started
lapping up our combined juices from my pubic mound, my dick and my balls. I
was presented with a pink pussy still partially open from recent
penetration, glistening with her juices, and white fluid escaping from its
depths. "Oh, well," I thought, "I put it there, I can get it out." And I
covered her pussy with my mouth, sucking gently, moving juices from her
sweet folds to my mouth. And when I finished the housework, I let my
tongue play with her clit, teasing her into her third orgasm of the
evening.

Yes, he has me suck his big horny dick on demand. And believe me, I've
swallowed a lot of his ejaculate over the years. I did so not only because
he could easily intimidate me into doing so, but also because my wife Carla
sees me as doing what I can to keep friction, in our unorthodox
relationship, to a minimum.