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Gwen Golden woke up as though from a dream but she realized she must have just passed out hard after an intense orgasm. She glanced at the clock in the shady hotel room she was in and saw that she must have only been out for a minute or two. Lying next to her, not quite touching her, was Forrester Frisch. She had met him online a while back but this was the first time they had actually been together in person. She had been really happy when he had texted her to come out so they could fool around. She loved nothing more than gagging on a big cock and he was perfect for that. In turn, she had let him fist her. She hadn’t been fisted in a long time but, as he had promised he would be, he was gentle and patient with her and she had enjoyed herself immensely.

Now they were both naked and sweaty and still panting. She smiled at him and said, “Well…”

“Well…” he said, looking down at her. He was lying on his side next to her with his head on one hand, just watching her. She suddenly felt self conscious.

“That was something,” she said, unsure what to say.

“It certainly was,” he grinned. “I enjoyed it, a lot.”

“It was really amazing,” she agreed in a rush of words.

A moment of silence passed while they kept just looking at each other and then she rolled over on her side, facing him, matching his position. “Want to go again?” he asked with humor in his voice. He wasn’t hard yet, but she could see that he was starting to pop back up.

She took stock of her body and realized that her pussy was still tingling from the onslaught of pressure from him and she honestly wasn’t sure she was ready to have his fist in her again quite so soon. “Maybe not right now,” she smiled sheepishly, “but I definitely want to do it again soon.”

“Me too,” he agreed.

“How long did you get the room for?” he looked at the clock.

“We have it for another hour and a half.”

“Ambitious,” she said with a smile.

“There was no way I was going to have us get kicked out before we had our fill.”

“Want to take a shower?” she asked. She really did have things she had to do with the rest of her afternoon, but a quick rinse in the shower wouldn’t be a bad idea.

“Sure,” he said and he deftly rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom. The bathroom fixtures were old and the faucet in the sink dripped every so often. He pulled back the shower curtain and she came in right behind him.

“Yuck,” she said as she saw the grimy shower. “Maybe let’s not…” she said.

“Yeah, I don’t know if I would get in there,” he said. He looked at the towels and reported to her, “The towels look clean though. I have an idea…” he said. “Get back on the bed?” He asked. His question really asked her to trust him and she didn’t know if she really trusted him or not but she figured, what the hell. She got back onto the bed. She listened as he ran water in the sink and then he came back with the ice bucket. He had put the liner in the ice bucket and filled it with water. He laid a towel out on the bed and patted it. She got onto it and sat, watching him. He placed a washcloth in the warm water and then rung it out. He reached toward her with it and she felt the warm cloth press against her skin. She moaned softly as he moved across her chest and down her arms. He wiped across her belly and down her legs, refreshing the cloth with warm water every so often. Then he moved to her back. He massaged her shoulders as he cleaned them with the cloth, getting them warm and slick and then using his other hand to massage the tense muscles. “You seem tense,” he said.

“It’s not you,” she said. “This has been the best part of my day.”

“Good,” he said, but he didn’t press her for more information. She was glad because she really didn’t want to go into what was stressing her out. She just wanted some time away to not worry about things.

“Let’s talk about you,” she said. “Do you have any massage experience? You’re really good?” He was working her shoulders and neck and she was practically melting in his hands.

“Nothing official.”

“No?”

“Nope. Just lots of practice,” he said. Gwen wondered what he meant by that. Was he saying that he gave a lot of women massages? Or maybe that he had been massaging women for a long time? “My mom has always had problems with her shoulders so I used to rub them for her growing up.” Ah, his mom. Uh huh. That seemed unlikely at best, but who knew. Gwen figured she would give him the benefit of the doubt. She was cautious when it came to him anyway since she didn’t know him that well, really.

“Well that’s nice of you.”

She felt him shrug. “She was a good person.”

Was? “Oh, I’m sorry. How long ago did you lose her?”

“Six months ago tomorrow.” Wow, he really was keeping track. He didn’t even have to think about that answer.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, but thanks.” Well that didn’t work out so well… She had wanted to get the subject off of her so she didn’t have to talk about her problems but this conversation was depressing at best!

“So…” She was struggling to find a safe topic.

“Did you watch Survivor last week?” he asked and she could feel the air rush out of her lungs in relief.

“Yes!” They talked for a few minutes about the TV show while he massaged her neck and shoulders. She was feeling totally relaxed now. They had found safe, common ground to talk about and his hands were amazing. At one moment, they were both getting worked up about who was sent home and she rolled over so she could look at him. Thankfully, they were in perfect agreement, but they were both passionate about it. She looked up at him and their eyes met. It was like the rest of the room faded away.

“Did you want to—” he started to ask but then he stopped his question abruptly.

“Did I want to what?” she prompted. She pulled herself into a seat position, completely naked and looked him in the eye.

“I was wondering if you wanted to have sex.”

It wasn’t what she had been expecting, though once the words were out there, she couldn’t figure out what she had expected him to say instead. “Yes.” She surprised herself with the response. Did she truly want to have sex with him? Of course! But she was surprised to hear herself admit it out loud so candidly.

“Great,” he said and he leaned in and kissed her. She melted against him as they kissed, her muscles feeling heavy and bones feeling like jelly. His tongue parted her lips and she gave him easy access. She spread her legs for his seeking hand and she knew he was feeling her dampness even when he wasn’t right up against her pussy yet.

When his fingers parted her pussy lips, she groaned against his mouth, but she didn’t break the kiss. He pressed two fingers inside her gently and she opened easily for him. He seemed to be impatient though and where he had taken gentle care and time before, he was pressing hard against her opening and moving more quickly.

“I want you, badly,” he murmured against the side of her neck as he kissed down it. “I want to feel my cock inside you.”

“Oh yes please,” she moaned. “You’re so big. I can’t wait to feel you fill me up.”

He groaned again and he took her nipple between his teeth. He grazed them across her sensitive flesh and she shuddered. Her legs opened wider for him of their own volition. He got up on his knees and she was confronted with his stiff cock. He really did want her as badly as he said he did. He was rock solid. She took his cock in one hand and she could feel how nice and velvety smooth his skin was. She was tempted to suck him again but since she just had and he was so hard again, it wasn’t really necessary. She wanted him to last as long as possible in her pussy before she would have to relent to his orgasm.

She lay back on the bed, spreading her legs completely as she moved, opening herself to him. His fingers had slipped out of her as she moved but he reinserted them and hooked them upward inside her. She groaned and closed her eyes as he did so. “That feels so good,” she whispered.

She opened her eyes and he smiled down at her. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered back. She blushed and closed her eyes again. She stretched her arms up above her head and brought them down to rest on the back of his neck. He was slowly inching his way up her body now. He nibbled on her belly and she gasped with surprise. She was surprised that she liked feeling his teeth graze her hot skin. He paid special attention to both of her nipples as he moved up. He licked and sucked on them, nibbled lightly, and even blew his hot breath on her wet nipples making her shudder. All the while, he was working those two fingers in her pussy.

When he began to nibbled on her collarbone, his fingers left their warm sanctuary and she watched as he brought his fingers up to her mouth. She sucked her own juices off of them and felt a flood of her own arousal with the action. When she was done sucking his fingers, he pulled his hand away and replaced it with his mouth. He kissed her deeply again, their tongues entwined and she felt his cock slide into her drenched pussy. He filled her completely. The sound she made came from somewhere deep inside her. He was fulfilling a need she didn’t even know she had. “Oh my god.” He was pressed into her, all the way against her cervix, but he hadn’t moved yet. “You feel amazing,” she murmured and he began to move.

He pulled almost all the way out and then slid back in. He alternated between a smooth, soft motion and a pounding that left her feeling like she’d be pleasantly bruised tomorrow. He would pull almost all the way out and pause there, just long enough for her to anticipate him and then he would thrust so hard into her, her whole body would jerk. But boy could he really fill her like that and she loved it. They were both grunting and moaning and panting. When he came, he pressed all the way into her, holding himself inside her and nearly collapsing on top of her.

She felt herself go limp on the bed, breathing hard. She hadn’t had an orgasm like he had given her before but she felt surprisingly fulfilled regardless. She waited for him to regain enough energy to roll off of her. He lay on his back, his eyes closed. She crawled over to him and took his softening cock in her mouth. He was still large even though he wasn’t hard and she had to deep throat him to get him all the way in. She loved tasting herself on his cock and the fact that she gagged a bit when she took him all the way, even soft, was all the better. She was on her knees, thrusting his soft cock into the back of her throat and causing her gag reflex to kick in when she felt his hand run up the back of her thigh to her dripping pussy. He slipped his fingers to her clit and began to rub back and forth on the sensitive bud. She moaned, which caused her to gag, which resulted in her pussy clenching. The next gag sent her over the edge and she nearly collapsed on his hand, his fingers still working her clit until she managed to roll off and away.

They lay panting for a while but their time was quickly coming to an end. “This was great,” she said. “I really needed to clear my head after the day I’ve had.”

“Oh?” he asked. “Do you want to talk about it?” Earlier she hadn’t. She was too nervous or excited or depressed or something.

“Yeah, maybe.” She paused and collected her thoughts. “I have loved being the goddess of the office for as long as I can remember. I am the one who knows everything that’s going on. I am the one who can answer everyone’s questions. It’s a great position to be in and I adore it. I work really hard, even though I’m salaried and so there’s this promotion available and I’m really excited. I really think I’m going to get it but what if I don’t?” She was often the type of person who would over think things. Maybe she was making something out of nothing. Probably she wouldn’t get the promotion? But what would they do otherwise? Someone had to have the job. They couldn’t hire from outside the company could they? “Anyway, sorry, I’m rambling, I just don’t even know what to think anymore. I can’t wait any longer to hear. I really hope I get the promotion!”

“When will you find out?”

“I don’t know. It could be any day now, really.”

“Well good luck. I’m sure you’ll be fine!”

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Forrester Frisch had had a good night. He woke up on a Monday morning refreshed and ready to face the day. As a funeral director, his work week didn’t coincide with everyone else’s but there was still business that needed to be attended to on a Monday morning. Mondays were difficult for everyone, he knew, but today was a rare exception. He was happy. He had enjoyed a great night with his friend Ezra and a girl Ezra had found. Forrester had had a great orgasm and had gone home tired and sated. He slept great. Of course, he woke up horny as hell, even though he had had a great blow job. For Forrester, even a great orgasm couldn’t compared to the feeling of sliding his entire fist into a soaking wet cunt. He wanted a girl bad and he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he found one.

But first, business. He showered, dressed, and went into the office. He talked to his assistant, worked on scheduling, made some phone calls, but by lunch he had been driven to distraction. He wanted nothing more than to find a girl he could slip his fingers into. But where would he find such a woman on a Monday at lunchtime? Frustrating.

He picked up his phone and looked through his Contacts. Who did he know that might be free on a Monday at lunch? He scrolled and scrolled until he got to the end and then sighed in frustration. No one. He couldn’t think of a single woman. But wait, he had talked to a girl online who was interesting. She had said her name was Gwen Golden. That sounded almost like a fake name, but Forrester wasn’t sure he cared. He logged into the dating site app on his phone and looked at her last email. Damn, he had missed an email from her. He hadn’t even seen that it had come in. He hoped she wouldn’t be upset with him.

Sending her an email was easy, waiting for a response sucked. He tried to get back into work but all he noticed was that his cock kept filling his pants at unexpected times and he would have to adjust himself just to get back to work. Frustrating.

He was as focused on work as he could be when his phone chimed that he had an email. He looked at it and sure enough, it was Gwen. He couldn’t get the grin off of his face, even though her email was just a short response to his. He had asked how she was and what she had been up to. She responded that she had been busy but that things were starting to slow down for her. In a previous conversation, they had discussed his fetish for fisting and she was into it. Why he hadn’t jumped on the idea of meeting her right away, he wasn’t sure, but now seemed like the perfect time to him. He came clean about the reason he was messaging her. He was direct and polite. Respectful, even. He waited anxiously for a response.

When the response came, his cock filled his pants again and he had to adjust himself. “Actually, that sounds perfect. NSA sex would be great.” NSA, No Strings Attached. Excellent. They agreed to meet that very afternoon. Forrester had a relatively nice apartment but they had agreed to meet at a local hotel. It was a cheap place and it could be rented by the hour, so that certainly spoke to its class, but it served the purpose for their meeting.

He got there half an hour before the time they agreed to meet and rented a room. He took the key offered to him by the desk clerk and went to the room. It looked clean enough, which was good. He wanted to make sure before she arrived. Even though he was fully aware that meeting at an hourly hotel lacked a lot of class, he didn’t want her to be grossed out by the place. He sent her a text with the room number and waited, somewhat impatiently. His cock was rock solid in his pants but he didn’t feel it was appropriate to shed them while he waited for her. Instead, he adjusted himself to a more comfortable position and looked at Facebook on his phone. It was a distraction, but it wasn’t enough to truly distract him from waiting for Gwen. He was anxious to meet her.

When a soft tap came at the door, he jumped. Was that a knock? He jumped up from the chair and looked through the peephole to the hallway. It must be her. All he could see was the top of a flaming mane of red hair. He had seen as much in Gwen’s picture and his heart thumped in his chest. He pulled the door open and smiled at the petite woman. “Hi,” he said.

“Hello,” she smiled up at him and he opened the door wider for her. She stepped into the dimly lit room and his heart thumped harder. Could she hear his heart pounding in the tiny room? It felt like it was that loud.

“How are you?” he asked.

“I’m well, and you?” she asked. All class. How could such a classy woman look so comfortable in a shit hole like this?

“I’m fine,” Forrester said and he shut the door as she moved out of the entryway. He decided it was time to simply take charge. She seemed to like that in the texts they had shared so he stepped in close to her. He tilted her head up to him with a finger under her chin and she met his gaze evenly. He could see desire flaring in her eyes. He kissed her and their first kiss was like throwing gasoline on a fire. He pressed her back against the door with his body and he could feel her body react to his. Her body was tense and hard, her movements urgent. Her breaths came in short gasps between their kisses and her lips felt like they were on fire.

It didn’t take them long to drop all their clothes to the floor, barely taking their lips off each other. He took a step back from her, his breathing mirroring hers.

“You are beautiful,” he said.

She blushed and said, “You are sexy as fuck.” The vulgarity took him by pleasant surprise and he smiled at her as she got on her knees in front of him. He hadn’t been expecting her to be so forward. She took the head of his cock into her mouth. He was long. Much longer than she could take, even deep throating him, but she soon had her mouth full. He could feel the back of her throat as she pressed him down as far as she could. He grunted in pleasure and she moaned. She moved up and down on his shaft a few times and he held as still as possible. He knew that as soon as he let loose, he was going to be fucking her throat.

As strange as it was to meet they way they did, the benefit of it was they had a lot of personal information about each other before ever laying eyes on each other. For instance, he knew that her greatest desire was to be gagging on cock. So he knew that it wouldn’t be a terrible thing to fuck her throat. He still felt like he shouldn’t push his luck too soon, though.

After what seemed like eternity to him, but was probably a very short time, he knew he couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He placed his hands on either side of her head and she looked up at him. He met her gaze and he caught the almost imperceptible nod of approval from her before he began to move his hips. He held onto her head to keep her steady as he moved, first slowly and then faster. She began to gag a little and he ignored the instinct to stop. When he felt that she was going to lose it if he kept pushing, he pulled back. Every time he pushed back, she gagged. He could see her eyes water as she gagged and then hear her gasp for air as he pulled back. He kept a slow but steady rhythm and it seemed that she was gagging earlier and earlier as he pressed into the back of her throat.

It was sexy as hell. Forrester didn’t know how he would feel about listening to Gwen gag on his cock, but he figured it would be okay at least. Come on, a hot girl giving him a blow job was always welcome! So if it got her off to gag while doing it, he wasn’t going to tell her no. But as it turned out, just listening to her gag turned him on immensely. He felt his orgasm boiling in his balls as got close. “I’m going to cum,” he murmured and she gave another nod of approval.

It was still another few thrusts before he felt the cum travel up his shaft and explode into her mouth. He pressed his cock into the back of her throat as he felt it coming and she gagged and spluttered on it. She made a show of swallowing his cum and licking her lips. “Thank you,” she said, smiling up at him.

“Um, you’re welcome?” His tone turned the phrase into a question. “Thank you.” He emphasized the word when he said “you” and she grinned.

“You’re welcome.” By the look on her face, it appeared she would be happy to leave right then, even though she hadn’t had her own orgasm. As she stood, he noticed that her legs had become slick with her juices.

“You really liked that, didn’t you?” he asked in awe.

“I did,” she agreed. “But there’s something you would like, too, isn’t there?”

He nodded, his mouth suddenly dry. She was grinning at him again as she climbed onto the bed behind her, her legs spread. “Go ahead,” she said and he felt the first twinge of another erection.

He climbed onto the bed and crawled between her legs. He slid his fingers along her slit and felt how wet she was. He inhaled the scent and sighed on his exhale. She was amazing. Her scent was so sweet, he could stay right here all day. She had trimmed her pussy hair, but he could see that it was as red as the hair on her head. So sexy! As his fingers slid down her slit, he allowed his middle finger to slip inside her. She was so warm and velvety. He pulled his finger out and went with another one. Then three. He stuck with three fingers for a little while, working them in and out of her, pulling and stretching her insides as he did so. He turned his fingers this way and that, put pressure on different places, and spread them apart to stretch her out. Then he added a fourth finger. She was moaning and gently moving her hips against his hand. “You are beautiful,” he said again and then he slipped his thumb into her.

With all five fingers in, she was starting to loosen up, but she wasn’t quite there yet. When they had talked online, she had told him that she had been fisted before but it had been a while, so he would have to work for it. With only the tips of those fingers in, there wasn’t a lot he could do yet, but he pressed gently with the five fingers and then went back to four fingers.

He repeated the process of moving his fingers side to side, stretching them apart, and turning this way and that until he was sure she was more stretched out than before. This time when he added the fifth finger, he didn’t have a lot of difficulty. The five fingers went in nicely. He pressed his thumb into his fingers so it made his knuckles larger and he felt some resistance but then her pussy gave in to him and he was able to push all the way in.

The whole time he had been working on her, she was groaning and moaning occasionally, but now she really let loose. “Oh! Oh god! Oh my god!” She was grunting and moaning and writhing on the bed. With his whole fist in her, he pressed his lips to her clit and sucked gently. She screamed then with pleasure and began to beg. “Oh please, oh please, please, I need to cum!” He wasn’t stopping her, and in fact, was doing everything he could to make her cum! It didn’t take long after that before she was bucking against him and her pussy was gripping his hand.

He sucked and licked gently until she fell violently into her orgasm. There was lots of screaming, “Oh god” and “please” and her whole body was rocking, trembling, writhing. And then suddenly, she was still. He pulled his hand from her as gently as he could and then let go of her clit. She lay on the bed, panting, her skin aglow with the sweat of her exertion.

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Daria wanted to cum so badly. So, so badly. Worse than she had ever wanted to cum in her entire life. At least, that’s how it seemed to Ezra. Ezra Ecton currently had Daria pinned down to the bed with his mouth sucking gently on her clit. She had been dying to have him get her off and more importantly, she wanted him to take her from behind. Ezra knew that her favorite thing in the world was being fucked doggie style. Thus far, he had told her he would fuck her that way but he was holding back, teasing her. He wanted her to be so ready for it that she would be desperate for him to enter her. He had even taken a moment to slip inside her when she was underneath him to give her a small taste. It wasn’t like it was their first time together, but it was still nice to remind her what she could have if she was patient.

But before he let her roll over, he wanted her to orgasm. He slipped two fingers into her and sucked a little harder. She writhed beneath him and he could feel her pussy clench onto his fingers. He let go of the suction and flicked his tongue across her clit. She moaned in a tone that sounded part frustration and part desire. He wrapped his free arm around her thigh so that she was semi-immobilized. He went back to sucking and by the clenching in her pussy, he knew she was getting close to cumming. He kept his pace until he felt her start to spasm around his fingers. He latched on as best as he could with his mouth, flicked with his tongue, and pulled his fingers out. He had both hands wrapped around her thighs now so he could keep hold of her as she bucked against him. When she went limp, he knew he had been fully successful and he let her go with a soft pop.

She was panting, but he didn’t give her a lot of time to recover. He flipped her over onto her stomach and she did what she could in her tired state to help him. He got her hips up high enough that he was able to slip inside her and she groaned when he entered her.

“Oh god,” she groaned into the pillow. He smiled at her reaction and began to thrust slowly into her. He was throbbing and ready before he even entered her the first time but teasing her had been a tease for him, too. He knew he wasn’t going to last long so after a few thrusts, he pulled out deliberately. She groaned in protest but made no move to do anything else. He slid his cock along her slit for a few strokes and then entered her again. Her groan this time was more appreciative. He lasted another couple minutes, her pussy clenching him, warm and wet. When he felt himself on the verge of cumming, he latched his nails into her back and dragged them down her sensitive flesh. He knew she loved it and she moaned in response. It was clearly a moan that was a mix of the sharp pain of his nails and the pleasure of the situation.

When he had spilled his seed into her, he sat back on his heels, popping out of her warmth. He immediately regretted pulling out of her but he knew he had no choice. She collapsed forward onto the bed and he grabbed some paper towels and cleaned them both up. “Did you enjoy that?” he asked, already knowing the answer from her quick breathing.

“Yes,” she hissed back at him. When he was done cleaning them up, he crawled up the bed so he could rest his head on the pillows. He pulled her to him and she went willingly. Her head rested on his chest and he hoped the steady, but fast, beat of his heart was comforting to her. She seemed to be so relaxed.

Even though it was only mid-day, the two of them napped. She slept longer than he did, but he didn’t mind. Ezra liked watching her sleep. She was beautiful all the time, but in sleep, she was also soft and tender, too. When she was awake, her personality overshadowed the gentle side of her sometimes. He liked to see her like this. He gently stroked her hair and around three, she finally woke up. “Hi, sleepyhead,” he said with a smile.

“Hi,” she croaked back.

“Did you have a good rest?”

“I did,” she said, “thank you.”

“Of course,” he replied. “I like holding you while you sleep.” He knew it might not be the right thing to say. He didn’t really want her to know that his feelings for her were growing stronger, but he also didn’t want to hold himself back. That would disingenuous. She mumbled something into his chest he couldn’t hear. “What did you say, my sweet?” he asked.

“You’re sweet,” she said a little louder. He wasn’t sure if that’s truly what she had said but it was close enough there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

He just smiled back at her and kissed the top of her head. “Did you get everything you wanted today?”

“Yes,” she said. “You know you did my favorite thing.”

“I know,” he said. He hesitated before he said the next thing that was on his mind, “I was wondering if you would be willing to help me do my favorite thing?” She raised one eyebrow at him. He had already confessed to her his favorite thing in the bedroom and it required a second guy. He wasn’t sure if she was going to go for it, but he really wanted to find out.

“Don’t we need…” she let her voice trail off.

“Well, I know a guy,” he filled in. “I’m pretty sure he would be interested if you were.”

“Bring it on,” she said with a mildly suppressed grin.

“Okay,” he said. Without letting go of her, he turned his happy face toward the beside table and picked up his cell phone. He sent a text, waited for a reply, talked back and forth a bit, and then put his phone down.

“Well?” she asked.

“He’s going to come over and bring dinner.”

“Dinner?”

“Yep, dinner.”

“But it’s not even 4.”

“He’s not coming quite yet.”

“So what are we going to do while we wait?”

“Any ideas?” he asked with a mischievous grin.

“I’m sure we can come up with something,” she said with a grin and she rolled over and straddled him. He was already getting hard again and she knew that they could fuck now and fuck again when the mystery man arrived.

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When the doorbell rang at 5:30, Ezra was ready to jump up and down with excitement. It was boyish, he knew, which is why he held himself back, but he was so excited to have the opportunity for his favorite position. He couldn’t explain it, but there was something so attractive to him in having a girl suck another guy while he fucked her. It was such a personal experience and he just couldn’t get enough of it. It was often called an “Eiffel Tower” since that’s what it would like from the side if the two guys clasped hands. He knew it was something that really got him going but the Urban Dictionary definition which included a high five for the guys was kind of ridiculous. Consequently, it was often hard to find partners who were willing to do it, so to have the opportunity so unexpectedly was making him almost jump out of his skin with joy.

He buzzed his friend in and Forrester Frisch came through the door carrying a pizza. “Hi,” he said and he put the pizza down on the counter in the kitchen before shaking hands with Ezra.

“Hey, Forrester, this is Daria,” he introduced the two and they shook hands. So formal for a group of people who were about to have sex. But first, pizza. Can’t be too cheap, after all.

Ezra grabbed plates out of the cabinet and offered his two guests drinks. When everyone had what they wanted, they all sat down at the small kitchen table and made small talk while they ate. Forrester was often a quiet guy, even though he and Ezra had been friends for a long time, so Ezra was surprised when Forrester opened up to Daria about his profession. Being a funeral director was often not something he told people about. Forrester was under the belief that it would make things awkward for other people and Ezra couldn’t disagree. A lot of people did think it was weird. But in the end, Daria was fascinated by it and didn’t seem to be bothered at all. Ezra was glad because he was really looking forward to living out his Eiffel Tower fantasy with the two of them.

When they had finished eating and cleaned up their plates, someone was going to have to make the first move and Ezra figured it had better be him. So he was very surprised when he turned around from the sink and saw that Daria and Forrester were standing and facing each other. They were looking at each other hungrily. Ezra looked at them as though he had never seen either of them before. Forrester’s skin was so dark that it made Daria’s tan skin look pale in comparison. Daria was tall, but Forrester towered over her when they stood together like that. Their eyes were locked onto each other and Ezra suddenly felt like an outsider, even though this had all been his idea. He shook the idea away and said, “Well, I guess we should move things out of the kitchen at least.”

Daria looked at him like she had come out of a trance. “Yeah, kneeling on a kitchen floor doesn’t sound particularly comfortable.”

“Not at all,” Forrester agreed and he led the way out into the living room. The living room had nice plush carpet which would probably work just fine, though Ezra had figured they would be in the bedroom. It didn’t really matter, he supposed, as long as everyone was comfortable.

He dimmed the lights a bit so that they weren’t harshly bright and then sat down on the couch. He felt super awkward but it seemed that Daria and Forrester had hit it off no problem. Ezra watched as Forrester leaned down and kissed Daria. He could see her lips parting to accept his tongue and her arms slide up around Forrester’s neck. Even as his gut wrenched with misplaced jealousy, his cock stiffened uncomfortably in his pants. Ezra decided that there was no point in prolonging things and he quickly shed his clothes in a pile on the floor. Daria didn’t notice at first but Forrester did and he broke the kiss and took a step back from her. Ezra could hear Daria’s panting breath from halfway across the room. She turned and looked at him and she smiled. “Ready to go, Ezra?”

“Ready,” he said with a grin. She and Forrester both wasted no time in adding their clothes to the growing pile on the floor. “Just one thing…” he said, his voice trailing off. He ran into the bedroom and grabbed a small bullet vibrator from a drawer. Even though he was only gone for a moment, Daria and Forrester were all over each other when he returned. Forrester had wrapped his arms around Daria and they were kissing again. Ezra’s cock twitched at the sight. He was definitely getting into it now. “Now, I’m ready,” he said and the other two broke their kiss.

“Great,” Daria said.

“Excellent,” Forrester breathed.

Daria bent over, her ass in the air. “I’m ready when you are,” she said to both guys and they each positioned themselves on either side of her. Ezra slid his cock along her slit from behind which was soaking wet. He easily slipped inside her wet pussy. She moaned as she felt him enter her and took Forrester’s cock into her mouth. Ezra watched Daria sucking his friend and his cock swelled inside her. It was really hot to see her sucking him. His rhythm was steady and he could see that Daria was using the momentum of his thrusts to move up and down on Forrester. Forrester, meanwhile, had one hand on the back of Daria’s head but it didn’t seem like he was pushing her, just gently guiding.

Ezra switched on the vibrator he had brought out of the bedroom and slipped one hand around to Daria’s clit. He switched it on and pressed it against her clit. Her groan of delight was muffled around Forrester’s cock. She was bucking back against him now as he fucked her and he could see that Forrester was moving in time with their thrusts, too. It was amazing they were so in sync considering the three of them had never been together before. Every so often, something in their rhythm would break but they were able to get back into it easily. Ezra could hear her moans growing louder as she neared orgasm. Her pussy was clenching his cock and he began to feel his own orgasm build. He thrust into her a few more times before his orgasm overtook him. He practically collapsed on top of her but he managed to hold himself upright by leaning against the hand Forrester stretched out to him. He managed to hold onto the vibrator and then he felt Daria’s pussy clench his cock and her moans turned to screams as she fell over the edge into her orgasm. Her pussy began to spasm and Ezra could tell her knees got weak. The hand that was holding the vibrator was now supporting some of her weight.

She must not have been able to suck Forrester effectively during her orgasm, but he didn’t seem to mind. He pulled his cock from her mouth and let her breathe a little bit before sitting down on the couch and watching her reaction. She looked up into his eyes and then let Ezra’s cock slip from her pussy. She got down on her knees and crawled over to where Forrester was sitting. She took his large cock back into her mouth and began to move up and down on him quickly. Ezra leaned back against a wall, turned off the vibrator, and watched as she sucked his friend. He was blown away by how much effort she was putting into it. She clearly wanted Forrester to cum.

It didn’t take long before he closed his eyes and rested his head on the back of the couch. He was moving his hips in time with her movements and now his grunts were very telling. He took her head between his two hands and made sure she held onto him as long as he was cumming but when he was done, he let her go. He gently ran his fingers through her hair and waited for her to pull herself off. She did, and both men listened as she made licking sounds while swallowing Forrester’s cum and cleaning off any remaining spurts she missed.

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Daria Dunlop woke up wrapped in the arms of a guy she didn’t know and her friend Cherilyn. Her memory flooded back and she remembered having sex with the guy, who was a friend of Cherilyn’s. Blair? Blake? Blane? Blane, that was it. She was trying to shake the fogginess out of her head when the other two woke up.

“Good morning,” Cherilyn said groggily. Blane just groaned. “I don’t know if we intended to spend the night,” she croaked.

“I know I didn’t,” Daria said.

Blane mumbled something into his pillow that sounded like “It’s okay.”

“Breakfast?” Cherilyn asked. She was one of those people who was wide awake the minute she woke up.

“Yeah!” Daria said. “I’m starving.”

Blane mumbled into his pillow again. This time it sounded like he said, “Fuck no.”

“Okay dear,” Cherilyn said. “Thanks for your hospitality.” Daria could hear the jest in Cherilyn’s voice. “We’re going to get out of your space babe.”

He waved goodbye and promptly went back to sleep. The two girls got up and went in search of their clothes. Both of them had shed their clothes all over the living room but eventually they got it all sorted out and they were dressed. “Oh shit,” Cherilyn said.

“What?”

“I don’t have a car here. Can you give me a lift?”

“Oh yeah, no problem.” The two women made their way down to the garage, got into Daria’s car, and headed out. “Where to?”

They talked about good places to grab breakfast on a Sunday morning and eventually found a place they agreed on. They decided it would make more sense to bring the car back to Daria’s place and leave it in the garage there, then walk to the little diner they had selected. Parking in New York City was often at a premium.

They ate a nice breakfast, talked about everything from the unseasonably warm March weather to the current state of politics. Then they finally got around to talking about men. “How long have you known Blane?” Daria asked.

“A few years,” Cherilyn said. “He’s a good guy. Totally into breasts,” she whispered.

“He was staring at mine.”

“Well who wouldn’t?” Cherilyn grinned at Daria and Daria’s cheeks turned a light shade of pink.

“Well, anyway,” Daria changed the subject, “he seemed nice.”

“He is nice. He is definitely not a morning person though.”

“I’m surprised you’re up and at ‘em so early, honestly,” Daria said. “I seem to recall some times where no one could get you out of bed.”

“When? In college?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, in college, who isn’t tired? Classes, studying, homework, work, and then parties. It would knock any girl on her ass.”

“I guess so,” Daria agreed. “It’s amazing how things have changed.”

“Yeah, so what’s going on in your life?” Cherilyn asked.

“Well, I met a guy.”

“Just a guy?”

“A good guy. A guy I like.”

“So why did you come out last night?”

“Well it’s not serious. We’re just dating.”

“Do you want it to be serious?”

“Maybe,” Daria confessed, though it wasn’t a ringing endorsement. Daria tended to be reserved with her feelings. She didn’t want to be too forthcoming only to find out that the guy had no interest in her.

“Tell me about him.”

“His name is Ezra. Ezra Ecton. He’s an electrician, and a good one it seems. He has a loft condo in Manhattan. He’s older than we are. He’s in his mid 40s and his hair is going gray. It’s so sexy. He has gray eyes that are almost exactly like mine, it’s uncanny. He’s about my height but he’s a bigger guy. Broad shoulders, carries some extra weight. Just how I like my guys.” The pink that had faded from her cheeks flared back into them. Cherilyn knew a lot about Daria so there wasn’t anything to really be embarrassed about, but Daria flushed regardless. “He’s great in bed. We have a lot of fun, and he likes doing it doggy style.”

“He sounds perfect. So what’s wrong with him?”

“Wrong with him?”

“Yeah, no one is that perfect.”

Daria chewed her lip for a moment before answering. “Well he has this fetish.”

“Ha! I knew it! What is it?”

“It’s really not that bad, honest.”

“What is it?”

“He likes to Eiffel tower.”

“Eiffel tower?” Cherilyn said so loud that it caught some of the other diner’s attention. She quickly covered by saying, “I’ve never been there, that sounds cool!” Daria giggled and Cherilyn lowered her voice, “But what does that even mean?”

“It means that while he’s doing me doggy style, he likes it when I’m sucking another guy.” She pulled out her phone and went to Urban Dictionary.com. She searched the term and handed her phone to Cherilyn.

“It says the guys high five while doing you. Do the guys ever do that?”

“I have no idea,” Daria responded. All I know is I’m getting fucked doggy style, which I love. If it makes him happy for me to suck a guy, that’s fine with me!”

“Wow,” Cherilyn said, “it sounds like a great situation for you.”

“Yeah,” Daria smiled.

“Where do the other guys come from?”

“That’s kind of the problem… Sometimes he can find a guy to join us and other times it’s hard. Plus, it’s nice if I actually like the guy.”

“Yeah, that would be nice.”

“Yeah, so I’m kind of in the market for a regular guy who likes to have his dick sucked.”

“I’ll keep my ear to the ground,” Cherilyn said with a smile. “I feel like that should be easy to find.”

“Thanks, you’re a good friend,” Daria winked.

“Just remember, you may be getting sloppy seconds from him.” She winked.

“Yeah, yeah, I don’t care… obviously!” Daria pushed her plate away from her. “I better get out of here,” she said.

“Why?”

“I want to go meet Ezra.”

The two women paid their bill and left the diner. They said goodbye and Cherilyn turned toward the subway to start her day. Daria walked toward her apartment building. She picked up the phone and called Ezra.

“Hi Ezra,” she said after he picked up.

“Hi Daria,” she could hear the smile in his voice. “What are you up to?”

“Not a lot. Just had breakfast with a friend.”

“Cool,” he said. He paused. “Do you want to do something with me?”

“Sure,” she said, trying not to appear too eager.

“What do you want to do?” he asked. So clearly he hadn’t planned on asking her to do something specific today, but now he was asking her. Did that mean he was eager to see her, too or did that mean he felt that now she was on the phone he had no choice but to ask her? But then again, he did answer. He could have just not answered the phone if he didn’t want to talk to her. Ugh! She was so good at over thinking things.

“I don’t care,” she replied, her brain a muddle of thoughts. “Do you want to go out and…” her voice trailed off. She had just eaten so going out to eat didn’t make sense.

He picked up on her hesitation and asked, “Do you want to go for a walk? We could go to Central Park?”

“Yeah, that sounds nice,” she smiled. They made arrangements to meet in an hour so she went home and took a shower. She put on minimal make up and comfortable but cute clothes. She was ready just in time to meet Ezra.

He was waiting for her when she arrived, which was no surprise. He tended to be a very punctual person. Her face split in a grin when she saw him and she practically fell into his arms. “Hi,” he said, kissing the top of her head.

“Hi,” she smiled and she raised her face to his and he kissed her lightly on the lips. She felt heat course through her right to her toes. Why did they meet at the park, she wondered? Oh yeah, she didn’t want him to feel like she was just interested in sex.

They walked hand in hand around the park, talking idly. They sat on a bench for a little while. She kept moving closer to his side until she was pressed against him. Then she turned and put her feet into his lap and he pulled her closer to him again. He had one hand on her ankle and he was running his fingers over her flesh. She was wearing pants but he was able to slip his fingers under them and trail them along her skin. The fire she felt earlier traveled from her ankle to her pussy this time. She wanted him so bad.

“Do you want to…” she wasn’t even sure what she was going to ask. Did she ask him to go back to her place? Did she try to invite herself to his?

After what she felt was an awkward pause, he asked, “Do I want to what?”

“Um,” she said, “I don’t know.” She blushed.

“Do I want to go back to my place?”

She grinned. She knew better than to play poker because all of her emotions were written on her face. “That would be okay.” They both knew she was downplaying her feelings.

He laughed and she blushed but she couldn’t wipe the smile off her face. “I suppose it would be bad form to fuck you here, wouldn’t it?” She looked at him with surprise but he smiled and she returned his smile. “Let’s go.” He grabbed her hand and away they went. They took the subway to get to his house. It was standing room only so they stood with their arms wrapped around each other, her head resting on his shoulder. When he opened the door to his loft, the butterflies in her stomach began really flapping their wings. “You okay?” he asked. She could see him searching her face, trying to understand how she was feeling.

“I’m good,” she said with a smile. She couldn’t pinpoint why she felt so nervous.

“Good.” He pulled her to him and pressed their bodies together. They were practically nose to nose. He kissed her lightly on the lips and she parted her lips for him. Then he kissed her deeper, slipping his tongue into her mouth. He was exploring her mouth with his tongue and she opened herself completely up to him.

When their kiss ended, Daria was breathing heavily. She wanted him so badly but she wasn’t as nervous as she had been. “What did you want to do?” she asked.

“I want you,” he told her. “I want you in my bed.” He picked her up with surprising ease and carried her to the bedroom. Once he had put her back on her feet, he started undressing her. He took off her t-shirt first, then unhooked her bra and let it fall to the floor. Her capris were next. Once he had those off of her, he slipped her pink polka dotted underwear to the floor. She had already kicked off her shoes. He stood up and admired her. “You’re so beautiful,” he said with awe.

She blushed and said, “Thank you.”

He stood in front of her and kept his eyes on her as he undressed himself. His t-shirt was tossed on top of hers, his pants, and then his boxers. He had slipped his shoes off somewhere but she wasn’t paying any attention to them anyway.

“You’re sexy,” she said and he smiled. Then it was like a predator attacking his prey. He moved swiftly toward her, taking her right off her feet and placing her gently on the bed. He was on top of her, his right leg between her legs, his arms supporting his weight so that he wasn’t too heavy on her. He leaned in and kissed her.

This kiss ignited the passion inside her. Her toes curled and her heart raced. His tongue probed her mouth and her eyes fluttered closed. She wrapped her arms around his neck and curled her fingers in his hair. His graying hair was just long enough for her to run her fingers through. He broke their kiss and nibbled his way up her jaw line to just behind her ear. She felt fire flood through her when he gripped her neck between his teeth. He didn’t bite hard, but it was enough for her to practically lose her mind.

He pushed her legs further apart and slipped his cock inside her. He only thrust twice and then he pulled out. She groaned. “Nooo.”

“Patience, dear,” he said with laughter in his voice and she groaned again.

“But I want you inside me.”

“I know you do, but I would think you would rather me in you from behind.”

“Well,” she said and let her voice hiss out between her teeth, “that may be my preference, but I’ll take you inside me any way I can get.” She had a moment of panic when she wondered if she was being too forthcoming, but she squashed it down and looked up into his eyes. “Do you want to take me from behind?”

“Yes,” he said. “I’d love to.”

“Okay,” she said with a smile, “but you’ll have to get off of me if you want me to turn over.”

“I know,” he said but he didn’t get off of her immediately. Instead, he nibbled the other side of her jaw and down her neck. This time, he continued down onto her breast. Nipping the tender flesh of her large breasts made her groan but it was nothing compared to when he sucked gently on her nipples. She thought she was going to lose her sanity when he did that.

“Oh god, Ezra,” she moaned loudly. She could see a grin light up his eyes but his mouth was too busy with her nipples yet. “I want you so bad,” she said.

He let her nipple go and murmured, “Not yet, my sweet.”

She groaned in frustration but she knew what he was doing was for her benefit as well. By the time he did fuck her, she would be begging for it. Quite literally, with all likelihood. “Please fuck me,” she tried asking.

“Not yet,” he said and he bit her stomach. The bite wasn’t hard but it sent a flash of heat right to her pussy.

“Now?” she said only a moment later.

“Not yet,” he repeated and he bit harder a little bit lower. She gasped at the sudden sharp pain mixed with intense pleasure.

She waited a little longer before asking again, “Now?”

“Not yet,” he said and now he was nibbling on her shaved pubic mound. She forgot all pretense of asking when his lips closed over her clit. He sucked gently and her clit came right out of its hood. He flicked his tongue across it and she wanted to cum on the spot, but she wasn’t quite there yet. Not quite… Almost…

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Cherilyn Croom looked down at Blane and smiled. He was kneeling between her legs, having just made her orgasm. She was just finishing licking his cum off her fingers. She had been carefully scraping it off of her face where he had cum just a few minutes ago. Her pussy was still pulsing when he asked if she wanted to do it again. He had fucked her breasts, which she knew was one of his favorite things to do. He was definitely a breast man and she wasn’t opposed. But her thing was cum. So their arrangement had been perfect for them both. She grinned at him. “Are you really ready to go again?”

He looked up at her and stroked his cock. His face fell as he said, “No, not yet.”

She laughed and kissed him on the forehead. “You’ll be ready soon enough.” He nodded, but she could tell he was still stroking his cock, trying to get it hard.

“In any case, I had another idea.”

“A good idea?” he asked.

“My ideas are always good!” she said indignantly. He laughed and she smiled. “Anyway, I have to make a phone call.” He raised one eyebrow at her. “Trust me.”

“I do,” he said and he watched as she left the room.

When she came back a few minutes later, she said, “Ten minutes. Is that enough time for you to be ready for more sex?” She was feeling bold. She was high from her recent orgasm and the prospect of more cum. He was still stroking his cock slowly but he hadn’t successfully gotten hard again yet. “I’m going to get something to drink,” she called over her shoulder as she entered his kitchen. They were in Blane’s apartment and she had been there enough to feel comfortable helping herself to a glass of water. “Do you want something?” she called.

“You!” he yelled back. She laughed and shook her head. Of course he did. She got a glass of water and then dampened a paper towel. She cleaned the remains of his cum off her face and tossed the damp paper towel in the trash. She went back into the living room carrying her glass.

Blane was sitting on the couch, still slowly stroking his cock. She set down the glass and climbed on top of him. He stopped stroking his cock and put his hands on her hips. Her breasts were right in his face and he nipped at one of them. She groaned as his teeth bit lightly into her flesh. He nibbled his way to her nipple and bit more firmly. She closed her eyes and moved her head back, moaning.

He nibbled his way to her other nipple and she began to rock her hips against him. His cock was near her pussy but not in danger of slipping inside her. She could feel him though and he was starting to get hard. He would be ready in another few minutes, which was exactly what she wanted.

The doorbell rang and Blane jumped. “Who would be here at this time…” and then realization was written all over his face. “Who did you call?”

She just grinned at him and got down off his lap. She went over to the intercom and said, “Hello?”

“Hi, Cheri,” she heard and she pressed the buzzer to let her friend up.

“Who is it?” Blane asked.

“You’ll see,” she replied in a singsong voice.

He rolled his eyes at her. He knew there was no point in arguing when she was in a mood like this. So he waited, hunched over on the couch, subconsciously trying to hide his cock. Within a minute there was a knock at the door. Cherilyn looked through the peep hole and then unlocked the door. She stood behind it so that her naked body couldn’t be seen by someone in the hallway. In stepped a tall blonde woman. She was shapely, not too heavy, not too thin. Her beasts were huge though, at least DD. They were so big on her frame that most people thought they were fake, but Cherilyn knew that was false. “Hi,” Blane said.

“Hey, I’m Daria,” she said nervously. “Daria Dunlop.”

“Hi,” Blane repeated. Cherilyn laughed. Blane was naked on the couch and both he and Daria seemed ridiculously nervous.

“Daria, this is Blane. He had no idea you were coming.”

“Oh!” she seemed surprised by it. “I thought—I thought—” she stammered.

“I know, I know, I should have told you that he wasn’t expecting you and I should have told him someone was coming so he could put some clothes on, but I figured the point was to get naked, so I might as well just have us stay naked.” Cherilyn grinned. Daria grinned back. Blane still looked dumbfounded. Cherilyn walked over to Blane and pushed him so that he leaned back against the back of the couch. “Isn’t he cute?” she asked Daria.

“Yeah,” she replied. “Totally.” She slipped her shirt over her head and Blane’s cock twitched. Cherilyn saw it and turned her grin in his direction. He blushed. She tossed her shirt on the floor and took her bra off next. It fell on top of her shirt, but Blane wasn’t paying any attention by then. He was staring, open mouthed, at the stripping woman. Cherilyn was looking back and forth between the two of them, still grinning like an idiot.

She kept removing articles of clothing as she moved closer to him and by the time she stood in front of him, she was naked. Cherilyn had known Daria for a long time. They were good friends and occasional play partners, though usually in a 3some situation. Occasionally they played together just the two of them but not terribly often. While Daria had no problem playing with women, her favorite thing was doggy style and that was difficult to do with another woman. A strap on was an option they had used before but Cherilyn knew that it wouldn’t keep Daria happy forever.

Cherilyn moved to the side so Daria could come right up to Blane, who was now rock solid again. She took him in her hand and stroked him gently, getting to her knees.

He groaned as her mouth closed over his cock and put his head back on the couch, closing his eyes. He folded his hands behind his head. Cherilyn assumed that was because he didn’t want to be tempted to push on the back of Daria’s head since he didn’t know her at all. But he clearly had no issue with sucking him. Cherilyn watched and listened as his breaths became shorter and then Daria stopped abruptly and sat back on her heels.

“Tasty,” she giggled and Cherilyn smiled at her.

“I had a thought…” Cherilyn let her voice trail off.

“Oh?” Daria responded. Blane’s eyes popped open and he was looking intently at the two naked women before him.

“Well, I was thinking that Blane could take you doggy style,” Daria’s face split into a grin, “and I can be underneath, licking you while he fucks you.”

“Sounds good to me!” Daria said.

“Sure,” Blane said. Cherilyn knew that it didn’t involve Blane’s favorite thing but he was happy to oblige the two women anyway.

“Let’s go into the bedroom,” Cherilyn said. She was still calling the shots, even though they were in Blane’s apartment. Blane was letting her though.

The other two stood and the three of them trooped into the bedroom together. Blane flicked on the light and pulled the top cover off his bed. Cherilyn smiled. Blane was practical. It was easier to wash sheets than comforters. He tossed the blanket aside and Cherilyn crawled right onto the bed. She rolled over on her back, her head near the side of the bed. She motioned and Daria climbed on top of her. The women were in a 69 position, with Daria’s pussy right on top of Cherilyn’s face. Daria shuddered when Cherilyn flicked her tongue out and licked Daria’s clit. Then it was Cherilyn’s turn to shudder as Daria did the same.

Blane was enthralled with the view and it took him a minute to snap out of it and play his part. Cherilyn vaguely noticed the delay in his involvement but he soon stepped up and his balls were right in her face as she licked Cherilyn and he got ready to slip inside her. She was very wet and Cherilyn watched as Blane slipped easily into Daria. He began to fuck her hard and fast. She was rocking and moaning. Cherilyn used the momentum from above to help her lick Daria’s clit. It didn’t take long for Daria to abandon licking Cherilyn in favor of moaning and panting. Cherilyn knew Daria loved to be fucked hard and Blane must have figured that out by her reactions because he was letting her have it. Daria began to tremble and shake on top of Cherilyn and then she began to scream. Blane didn’t stop fucking Daria and Cherilyn didn’t stop licking Daria until she had essentially collapsed on top of Cherilyn. Then Cherilyn stopped, but Blane kept going until his own release. Since he had cum recently, it took him longer to spill his seed but Cherilyn waited patiently. Then Daria recovered enough to resume licking Cherilyn and she stopped paying attention to how long it took.

When Blane came, he groaned loudly and thrust hard three more times into Daria and then he held himself in her. Cherilyn felt all of his movements and pictured what he must look like in her head. When he froze, she opened her mouth, ready for the rush of cum that would be spilling out of Daria soon. When Blane pulled back, cum began to leak out of Daria’s pussy. Cherilyn eagerly lapped up the cum with a contented sigh. She felt her orgasm mounting and rode the high, licking Daria’s pussy and feeling Daria’s mouth on her clit. Cherilyn began rocking her hips subconsciously and soon the orgasm overtook her. She writhed beneath the other woman and finally went limp when she had cum and Daria had released Cherilyn’s clit from the assault of her tongue.

After Daria had climbed off, the three of them crawled to the head of the bed and held each other. Cherilyn was in the middle, gently stroking her two partners’ arms. “That was awesome,” Daria murmured. She sounded like she was close to sleep.

“Yeah, it was,” Cherilyn agreed.

“Definitely,” replied Blane. None of them talked about it but they all fell asleep and spent the night curled in each other’s arms.

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Blane Boehm was a baker. He loved his job. He loved making yummy foods to share with others. He enjoyed being in the kitchen and the warm smells that would come out of the oven when he had put something together. There was only one thing that could compete with his love of baking and that was breasts. Blane loved breasts. Small breasts, large breasts, medium breasts. Pointy nipples, flat nipples. Nipples that were the color of cream or as dark as the night sky. Blane just loved the way women’s nipples would perk up with a light touch or a gentle lick. He also loved how he could pinch and twist them and make a girl writhe in his arms. Nipples in particular were great, but even just gently massaging the sensitive flesh around them was his idea of perfection.

He had enjoyed having anal sex with Adalene the night before. They had enjoyed a lovely date prior, too. He was happy that he had met her but to him, there was no such thing as enough breasts. He wanted more, desperately wanted more. As luck would have it, he had a good friend who loved having her breasts played with. So he picked up his mobile phone and called her. Cherilyn Croom answered on the second ring.

“Hey,” he said, feeling somewhat awkward. Booty calls were not his forte.

“Hi Blane!” she said brightly.

“Hi Cherilyn.” He was being redundant and he knew it. He had already said hello. Maybe the natural reaction was because he couldn’t bring himself to use a nickname for her. Somehow, to him, it cheapened their what they had.

“What’s up?”

“Not much,” he said, quietly.

“What?” she said. The background noise on her end was loud enough that he figured she couldn’t hear well. He cleared his throat and started over.

“Hey, Cherilyn, what are you up to right now?”

“I’m out with some friends at the bar. What about you?”

“I am at home…” his voice trailed off.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah…” he felt uncertain, unsure. He knew what he had planned to ask her but now that they were on the phone it seemed so much harder.

“Do you want to come out to the bar?”

He hesitated. He didn’t really want to. He wanted to see her. He wanted to have his hands caressing every part of her body. But if she were out with her friends, would he really be able to convince her to cut her night short to come fool around with him? He shook his head. Unlikely. “Um, I could if you want.”

“Sure!” She told him which bar she was in and they said their goodbyes. He got up off the couch in his living room and went into the bedroom. What the hell did he wear to the Moon Room? What the hell kind of name was that for a bar anyway?

He picked out one of his nicer pairs of jeans and put them on with a button down t-shirt. He figured he looked nice enough. He put on dress shoes, wincing at his poor footwear choice before he even left his living room.

When he got to the bar, the group of girls wasn’t difficult to spot. Everywhere he looked there were groups of people, but he noticed that most of them were men. Why were there so many more men there than women? And then it hit him. They were at a bar that catered to men. Once his eyed adjusted to the dimness in the room, he realized that the women walking around with trays in their hands were wearing practically nothing. A thong and heels, he saw as one walked particularly close in passing. His eyes trailed up her long legs, over her bare ass, her hourglass hips, and her round globes. They were topless. How had he never heard of this place?!

Cherilyn and her friends had taken a corner of the bar and affixed themselves there. The bartender, one of the few male employees, it seemed, was paying them special attention and it was no wonder why.

Moving along the bar, Blane stood next to Cherilyn. “Hey,” he said loudly in her ear.

“Hey!” she said and she threw her arms around him. He wrapped his arms around her back and hugged her.

“What is this place?” he yelled.

“I know, it’s great, isn’t it? I knew you would like it here!”

“Why didn’t you ever tell me about this place?”

“I just found it recently, myself,” she screamed. “My friends brought me and it’s fantastic! The service is great!” Of course it is… you’re a group of girls in a mostly male bar. The male employees love you. He didn’t say any of that though. He just smiled at her and nodded. “Wanna dance?” she yelled and he nodded again.

They moved out onto the small dance floor and began to move. She writhed to the music, shaking her hips and ass but all Blane could look at were her breasts. After watching them for nearly a whole song, he was certain she wasn’t wearing a bra but he was itching to find out. Blane actually preferred women to wear bras. It was like wrapping a present. But if he got to see breasts, he wasn’t going to complain.

The dance floor wasn’t overly crowded as there weren’t that many women and men didn’t tend to dance by themselves. So they moved freely in time to the DJ until she was winded. “I need a drink!” she called and he followed her back to her spot at the bar. He came up behind her, pinning her with his hands. She was facing away from him and he could smell her hair. They were almost the same height.

“You looked beautiful out on the dance floor,” he said in her ear. He didn’t have to yell that close to her and he was pretty sure her friends couldn’t hear him. Blane could just make out the tint of pink that stained her cheeks at the comment. She was pressed against his chest and he couldn’t feel any bra lines. “Are you wearing a bra under there, my dear?” Her cheeks flamed red now. She turned around to face him.

“How did you know?”

“I know you too well, Cherilyn.” Now they had to yell to be heard.

“Do you want to get out of here?” she asked. He nodded, a malicious grin on his face. Her return grin said that she knew exactly what he wanted.

He released her from the bar and she talked to one of her friends before grabbing her stuff from the under the bar where she had stashed it. Then she motioned for Blane to follow her.

When they were out in the cool air, she asked, “Did you drive?”

“Yeah,” he said.

“Good, I didn’t.” She followed him to his car in the quiet of the evening. “God it was loud in there, wasn’t it?” she giggled. It was cute.

“Yeah, it was. But it was a nice place. I liked it.”

“I thought you would,” she said when they had maneuvered themselves into the car. “I would have just met you at your place when you called, but I knew you would want to see the bar.” Her demeanor was bubbly but then it turned serious, “I’m glad you came out.”

“Me too,” Blane remarked as he pulled out of the spot and began to drive home. “My place?” he asked belatedly.

“Sure,” she said. “You just want me anywhere you can take my top off.”

“I won’t deny that,” he said.

She laughed. “At least you’re honest.” Their voices were loud in the enclosed space of the car. Neither of them could adjust from being in the club. “I could distract you,” she said and he could hear in her voice that she was winking, even if he was focused on the road.

“Oh really?” he said.

“I could…” Cherilyn let her voice trail off.

“I’m not sure that would be wise,” he advised. “I am incredibly horny as it is and I am desperate to rip your clothes off.”

“Might be a bad idea then,” she agreed and she let the subject drop. Blane’s apartment wasn’t too far away and in the blink of an eye, they were pulling into the underground garage. As soon as he put the car in park, she said, “All bets are off now,” and he could see her wink this time.

“What did you have in mind?” he asked and he watched as she pulled her shirt up around her waist exposing her creamy skin. She swiveled around in her seat as she took her shirt off and began to climb over to the driver’s seat. “I don’t think is going to be quite as sexy as you think…” he started to say but she got the message when the horn started blaring.

“They always make it look so hot on TV,” she pouted.

He laughed and she blushed. He smoothed her hair back behind her ear. “It’s cute, though. And I really love how you’re blushing now.”

“Er, thanks,” she said. She sounded shy and awkward suddenly.

“But now that you have your shirt off, what if I did this…” He took her shirt from the seat, opened the car door, and tossed it as far as he could. It was only maybe ten feet from the driver’s side door, but for her to get out on the passenger’s side…

“I—” she stammered. “Why did you do that?!”

“Because I want to watch your breasts bounce as you run out there to get it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Blane!” He laughed again and she blushed deeper. She craned her neck to see out of the car as far as she could, trying to see if anyone else was in the garage. It was hard to see in his low car though. She finally gave an exasperated sigh and got out of the car. She opened the door slowly, and held her arms across her chest.

“Oh come on,” he called, “let me see your tits bounce!”

She rolled her eyes again but there was a hint of a smile forming at the corners of her mouth and she dropped her hands to her sides. She kept scanning the garage for signs of other people. He knew she had forgotten that there would be video cameras in the garage. She jogged quickly to where her shirt was and held it over her chest so that she wasn’t bare. When she got back in the car, she was grinning.

“You look happy,” he smirked at her.

She shoved his arm in a move that was very ‘little sister,’and said, “Oh, come on. You did that on purpose.”

“Yes, yes, I did,” He said, his smile widening. “It was fun to watch you get all embarrassed. And I would be willing to bet that if I slipped my hand down here,” He dipped his hand into the waistband of her jeans, “I would find that you are dripping wet.” It was satisfying to know that he was correct.

Her blush, which had begun to fade, came back in full force. “Okay, you got me there. Now can we get inside so we can get on with it?” She was apparently too embarrassed to say have sex or fuck. Her attempt at innocence was endearing.

“Yes, we can,” he said and he stepped out of the car. She scrambled to get her top back on and then followed him to the elevator and up to his apartment. She was right on his heels when he opened the door. Two feet inside, she took charge. Her shirt came back off and she pinned Blane against the wall. He let her and began to fondle and pinch her breasts. He was squeezing hard and Cherilyn was moaning. He pushed her back enough that he could get his own shirt off and then they were skin to skin. She felt as soft as she looked.

She nibbled on his earlobe, his neck, his collarbone. She was quickly working her way down his body and he felt powerless to stop her. When she got to his jeans, she unzipped them deftly and slid them down to his ankles. His boxers were next and he sprung free, already hard as a rock for her. She moaned softly next to his skin and her breath vibrated softly against him. “Oh Blane,” she crooned and she took his cock into her mouth. His love of breasts was on par with her love of cum. She didn’t suck him long because she knew that he didn’t want to cum in her mouth. They both knew exactly what he wanted.

She stood up and moved into the living room. He quickly shed the rest of his clothes on the floor in the foyer and followed her. He winced as he got out of the dress shoes that pinched his feet. She sat down on the couch, naked now that she had had a moment to ditch her own clothes. She was pressing her breasts together and he knew that they were exactly on the same page. He moved right up to her and bent his knees a little. It gave him perfect access to her breasts and his cock slid between them. As he came up, she flicked her tongue out to lick the tip of his cock. He groaned. This was perfect. It was exactly what he wanted.

Blane began to fuck her breasts quickly. He was still well lubricated from her sucking his cock. With her constantly licking his head, he was able to stay slick enough to slide easily. He was grunting and she was moaning and within a very short amount of time, he was ready to cum. “I’m going to cum,” he grunted, punctuating each word with a thrust and she kept licking, her eyes closed, her breaths coming quickly.

As the first spurt of cum hit her in the face, she moaned. Each splash of cum against her skin made her moan again. He threw his head back and thrust a few more times until he was totally spent and then he stopped. She let her breasts go and he took a step backward to regain his balance. He looked down at her. Cherilyn’s face was covered in his cum. She had caught some of it on her tongue, but her cheeks, nose, and forehead had cum on them too. She smiled up at him, opening her eyes slightly to see him watching her.

“You look beautiful,” he said. The words left his mouth without permission, but they were out there now. He didn’t want to lead Cherilyn on. He wasn’t in love with her, he just loved seeing her covered in cum. It was a very attractive quality.

“Thank you,” she murmured and she used her tongue to lick off whatever cum she could. When she couldn’t get any more, she started using her finger to wipe the cum from her face into her mouth. His cock has gone soft after his orgasm but he could feel it twitch as he watched her. He got down on his knees and he began to lick her clit. She was moaning loudly and rocking her hips on the couch as she sucked his cum off of her fingers.

She came very quickly, screaming as she did. He licked her until she pushed him away and then he rocked back on his heels, a smile on his face, and said, “Want to do it again?”

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Adalene Ashland was not your average woman. She had bright blue hair and no one knew what her eye color was because she was constantly wearing color changing contacts. If it weren’t for those features, she would be pretty average—average height, average weight. Just a normal girl from Iowa. As an artist, she was able to keep her crazy hair and eye colors and do what she liked. She had very few restrictions on her appearance. Her favorite form of art was painting but she had recently decided to broaden her horizons. After she moved to New York City, she became interested in performance art. She had gone to a small theater and seen people talking about their lives in performance and it was fascinating. She wanted to share her story with the world. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, the story of her life was not appropriate for all audiences. In fact, her life wasn’t suitable for most audiences.

While Adalene kept a regular job and looked like a relatively regular person for NYC, she had an obsession. Asses. Her own, in particular. She loved having her ass licked, fingered, fucked, whatever she could get.

Today, she had a date she had been looking forward to for days. His name was Blane Boehm and he was truly unique. Blane had red hair and hazel eyes. He was short and carried some extra weight. Adalene supposed that being short didn’t win him any favors with girls, but she really liked him. They had been out together once before and she had really enjoyed seeing him. He was smart and funny. He would be a good companion in and out of the bedroom, though at the moment, all Adalene could think of was the bedroom. She wanted to get Blane into her bedroom so bad she could taste it. But she had to sit through dinner with him first.

She put on a baby blue bra and matching thong and covered them with a little black cocktail dress. She put three inch heels on, knowing it would make her tower over Blane. She grabbed her purse and was ready to go. It was warm this time of year and she had no need of a coat, even though she knew the restaurant could sometimes be too chilly. She figured Blane would help her out if she got cold. Truth be told, she was so worked up about what might happen after dinner that she wasn’t worried about how warm she was.

She arrived at the upscale restaurant five minutes early. True to his nature, Blane was already there. He held the door open for her when she approached and then followed her in. When they were inside the restaurant, he turned and gave her an awkward peck on the cheek. She batted her eyelashes at him and hugged him, putting her face down into the crook of his neck. She lightly kissed him and felt him shudder. “Careful now,” he chided, “you’ll make me want to skip dinner.”

“I already want to skip dinner,” she whispered in his ear and she could almost see the wheels working in his head trying to decide if that was truly appropriate or not. He must have decided it was not appropriate because he stepped back, took her hand, and led her to the hostess station.

“Ready?” the perky hostess asked.

“Yes,” he said and they followed her to a table. Dinner was predictably enjoyable, even if she was so ready to be in bed with Blane. Adalene had picked at her food enjoying the conversation, but ready to be done with the meal. When the check was finally paid, she nearly jumped out of her seat. “Relax, babe,” he laughed and she blushed.

“Sorry, I’m just so ready to be home.”

“I understand,” he said. “Though, I was thinking maybe we wouldn’t go home.”

She raised one eyebrow at him and he pulled the key card to a hotel out of his pocket. “Where is that to?”

“The hotel around the corner.” Her eyes widened. That was an expensive hotel. He must have booked it for the night, too, since she knew it wouldn’t be available by the hour.

“I thought we were just going to go back to my place.” The words tumbled out before she could stop them. They hadn’t talked about it at all, actually. She knew that he would walk her to her door because he was that type of gentleman. She thought that she would make sure he came inside and then she could have her way with him but he had thrown her off by getting this hotel room.

He grinned at her. “I didn’t know you were so eager, Miss Ashland.”

She blushed and smiled shyly. “I know. I am just so ready,” she whispered. His grin widened and he took her by the hand.

“Come on,” he said and they walked toward the hotel.

“I don’t have anything with me.”

“You don’t need anything,” he said with a twinkle in his eye. He guided her right to the elevator and up they went. Her head was spinning. This change had really thrown her off her axis. He put the key card into the door at the end of the hallway and the two entered one of the most plush hotel rooms she had ever seen. She kept her shoes on, but she could tell from the way the carpet squished under her feet, it was incredibly soft. The bed was king sized and when she sat down on it, she sank into it.

“Oh,” she groaned. “This is so soft.”

“I know,” he said, even though he wasn’t sitting on the bed. “I checked in a few hours before dinner.” He opened a door into an adjoining room and revealed tile that meant it was a bathroom. “Come,” he said simply and she did. There were rose petals everywhere. He smiled at the wondrous expression on her face and then began filling the whirlpool tub.

“Wow,” she said, “this is truly impressive.”

“I know,” he said. “Isn’t this better than going home?” he winked. She nodded and he smiled and turned away. “Let’s get you undressed,” he said once the tub was filling. He kissed me lightly on the neck and she groaned as he slipped the straps from her shoulders.

“Oh, Blane,” she moaned as he kissed her bare shoulders. “Please,” she began to beg, but she wasn’t even sure what exactly she was begging for.

He slipped the straps down and the dress began to lower toward the floor. He was able to slip it down over her hips and she stepped out of it. She felt clumsy in doing so, but he didn’t seem to notice. Then he unhooked her bra and she could feel Blane’s body change as air was quickly expelled from his lungs at the sight. She didn’t know what was so special about her breasts, but apparently he liked them. “You are beautiful,” he said as he cupped her breasts in his hand, his thumbs tracing the darker brown of her nipples and making them pucker. She moaned in response, barely able to keep standing with the way he was manipulating her nipples.

He stopped and pulled back enough to give him room to undress. She watched, seemingly stunned as he did so. It was as though she was immobilized. She wanted to touch him, but she didn’t. She just stood there, watching him. He took his shirt off and unveiled his chest, hairy with a somewhat rounded stomach. She found it very attractive. She wanted to run her fingers through the hair he had revealed. When he moved forward to touch her again, she broke the spell that had her frozen and she touched him. His chest was just as soft as she imagined it. She ran her fingers through the light hair and leaned against him.

“Oh, Blane,” she moaned. Her hands trailed to his waist and began to undo his pants. He wasn’t stopping her and when she fumbled with the clasps and zippers, he helped. Soon they were both completely naked and standing in the bathroom that was rapidly steaming up. The hot water and their heavy breathing contributed to the atmosphere of the room.

“Oh, Adalene,” he crushed her against him and she went willingly. Even after having removed her shoes, she was just a bit taller than him. He lowered his head slightly and rested it on her chest. She ran her fingers through his soft hair and down his back. When they finally let go, they were both ready to get into the bath tub. He was rock solid and pressing against her pubic mound. She pulled back first and grasped him in one hand.

“Well, aren’t you excited?” she winked. She was regaining control of the situation now that they were naked. It may not the place she had envisioned it, but it was certainly something she had fantasized about.

“I am,” he said. He slipped one hand down toward her pussy and his finger slid along her slit easily. “As are you,” he grinned.

She grinned back. “I am,” she echoed.

“What is it you want?” he asked.

“I want you to fuck my ass,” she breathed, almost afraid of his reaction. It was an awkward thing, telling a guy that you couldn’t get off without something in your ass. So she held her breath while she waited for his reply.

“Really?” he seemed surprised, but certainly not displeased.

“Really,” she confirmed. She blushed. “I just, really like it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with that,” he said, smiling broadly.

“I certainly don’t think so,” she replied.

“Is that something we can do in the tub?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m sure it is,” she replied. “Let’s find out for sure, shall we?”

“Sure,” he said. “But first…” he let his voice trail off. He guided her over to the bathtub, which was now mostly full, and gestured for her to enter. She stepped into the warm water and groaned with appreciation. “Bend over,” he directed and she did, placing her hands on the far side of the tub. Her ass was open to him in that position and he climbed into the bathtub behind her. He knelt down on the floor and was eye level with her ass. “So, you want me to fuck your ass,” he said, but she could tell it was something he expected a reply to.

“Yes, I do,” she hissed eagerly. She could feel her pussy pulsing with excitement.

“I think I should make sure you are ready first,” he said with a glimmer of excitement.

“That would be nice,” she replied. She felt him spread her ass cheeks, his face level with her puckered hole. She knew that she was tight but not so tight that he couldn’t slip a finger into her. He slid a finger along her slit and collected enough of her juices to allow for easy passage into her ass. She groaned as she felt him stretch her.

“I think you like this,” he said with a chuckle.

“I do,” she replied, but anything else she may have said was cut short by the fact that he was fingering her ass more vigorously now. He pulled his finger out, pushed it in, added a second finger, and repeated the process. By the time she had collected any thoughts, he had pulled his fingers out of her and was spreading her cheeks wide again. “Please fuck me,” she begged.

“Not yet,” he said, but she could tell from the sound of his voice that it wouldn’t be long until he did fuck her.

“Soon?” she asked, still borderline on begging.

“Soon,” he confirmed. He slipped his tongue down the crack of her ass and flicked it across the puckered star. She groaned and he could feel her nearly collapse, but he held her up. “You certainly like that,” he said. Again, he made a statement but his tone suggested that he expected a response.

“Yes, I do,” she moaned, her face very close to the water, leaning over.

“Good,” he said and he did it again. This time, he pushed his tongue a little further into her ass hole and she shuddered again. He began to lick, hard and fast, against her puckered hole and she began to buck back against him. But without warning, he stopped. He gripped her hips, stood up, and shoved his hard cock into her ready ass hole.

“Oh god! Blane!” she screamed when he did and he froze, suddenly. She wasn’t sure why he had stopped except that she realized the sound she made could be easily misinterpreted as one of pain. She started to squirm and buck back against him and he got the picture. She pushed back, he pushed forward, and before either of them realized it, he was bucking harder against her, about to cum.

He grunted as the cum boiled up from his balls and into her ass. She moaned as she felt him pulse inside her. She bucked back against him a few times before he managed to grab hold of her hips and keep her from bucking. She continued to rock back and forth though. “Stop, stop, please,” he groaned and she did, but she wasn’t the slightest bit satisfied. She needed a lot more than that to satisfy her.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” she asked him and he smiled. She had been fairly certain he had.

“How could I say that I didn’t, when that would so obviously be a lie?”

“I don’t know,” she murmured. “I guess you wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t,” he agreed. “But there are some things I would do…” he let his voice trail off and he slipped his cock from her ass and sat down into the water. He reached one hand between her legs, slickened his fingers with her juices, and began to slip his fingers up to rub her clit. The volume and intensity of her moans increased as his tongue sought out her ass again.

She bucked against him as his fingers rubbed her clit and his tongue probed her ass. “Oh god, oh please, Blane!” She was begging again but this time she knew what she was begging for. She wanted release. She wanted to cum. And thank goodness he was going to make that happen! She could feel her orgasm burning at her core, her pussy clenching. She wanted to feel him inside her again but she knew that was wishful thinking for the moment. She would have to wait.

After what felt like an eternity, she felt her orgasm bubble to the surface and explode within her. She was bucking and rocking and he was persistently rubbing her clit with his fingers and his face was still buried in her ass.

“Oh, Blane!” she screamed and shuddered and collapsed. He caught her and they sunk together into the nice warm water of the bathtub.

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