Duncan felt his erection rising as he watched his wife surreptitiously. He watched as she ran one hand up her stomach to her breast, fingers lightly brushing against the silver nipple ring. She took two fingers then, and gently began to lift the ring, causing her to gasp in pleasure. He moved slightly so that he could see more. His cock was completely erect.She gently twisted the ring as her other hand wound its way down her body, slowing tracing a path with her fingers along her pale skin. Her nipple was very erect as she released it and pulled against the other one, gasping again. He saw her hand continue downwards to her sex, and slowly begin to rub.He sighed in pleasure as he peeked in. Her lower hand slowly began to rub her clitoris, her top hand was switching back and forth between her nipple rings. "Fuck," she moaned. He forced himself to stand there and not open the door. She moaned audibly as her hand rubbed her clitoris gently, her nipple ring being pulled at the same time
He pulled at her panties with his fingers, clumsily tearing them off of her in his heightened state. Sliding down onto her back, he raised himself intimidatingly over her diminutive form. She absolutely loved how tall and handsome her husband was, his size dwarfing her own made her feel so safe, somehow.He put both hands on her hips, holding her steady as he leaned over, rubbing his cock briefly against her pussy before sliding it partially in. "God," she thought. He paused while she adjusted to him, and then slid a little further, her saliva allowing him entrance into her."Fuck," she said, knowing how much it excited him. He groaned in pleasure then, and thrust completely into her. "Fuck!" she said again, this time accidentally."God that feels good," she thought.Duncan pulled her hips roughly to him, his cock pushing deep into her, every inch of it seeming to stretch and pull at her pussy so that it hit every single nerve ending. She felt her orgasm building."Oh Baby," he moaned
So you're the sports car.""Look, you were the ones that said..." he started defensively."No, no," she interrupted. "It's an accurate description. You are yummy to look at."He nodded. "But my gas mileage is shit."Marie shrugged. "Don't worry about that. That's something we can fix. Okay, first things first, y'all need to strip."Kelly immediately began to wriggle out of her panties then, and then pulled Duncan's shirt that she was wearing free. She briefly glanced down at her nipple rings to ensure they were laying straight and then back up at Duncan. He had stood and turned away from the two and was dropping his underwear down. Turning, he sat back on the bed and glanced at the two of them."What?" he asked.Marie shook her head. Both of them had been briefly lost in the roundness of his butt. "You really have no idea how nice you are to look at naked. Okay, first thing that you can start doing, and this goes for you too Kelly, is to try Kegels."They both looked confused."It's n
Kelly did as she was told, spinning around in bed and sliding her slender torso down his so that her pussy was pushing against his cock as it bounced above his stomach. She glanced over at Marie and saw that she had surreptitiously put her hand down her pants and was furiously stroking her own pussy."Bad girl," she said, shaking her finger as Duncan reached down and grabbed her hips, pulling her onto his cock."You only said that I couldn't touch him, not myself," Marie said, no longer being sneaky.Kelly turned and kissed her husband. "Fuck me," she said as he whipped her over on her back and pushed inside. Marie kept her pants on, but it was clear that she was fingering herself pretty hurriedly. She whimpered gently as Kelly arched her back, Duncan's cock entering her slowly."What does it feel like?" Marie asked. Her voice dripped with excitement. It was a question wrought of desire, not a sense of helpfulness. Kelly knew that Marie desperately wanted Duncan's cock inside her."Go
I'm in," Kelly said, winking at Duncan. She started to sit next to her husband but Drake held up his hand."We've got some new rules for tonight," he said. "No sitting next to your own spouse. We don't want couples cheating. We're playing for real money."He began to lay out the buy in rules. "That's about it," he said as he wrapped up. "We'll be playing Texas Hold-Em, of course."Everyone began to count out some cash for the buy in. It didn't get too crazy, nothing over 100 dollars. There weren't going to be any irritated friendships tonight.Drake was a serious poker player, and wouldn't create any silly rules just to spice up the game. He truly enjoyed playing. While he certainly enjoyed pushing boundaries, poker was one of the few things that he wouldn't try and actively corrupt. There would be no strip poker, at least until after the real game had been played.Conversation remained light for most of the first hour of play, and Duncan found himself up at the end, but only by a lit
Ed leaned up, the movement pulling his erection from her hip, but then his hand circled around her waist and shifted her across his lap. She tensed her calves and thighs, preparing to stand, but felt him pull down on her slightly, dragging her buttocks across his erection."God, he's so hard," she thought as she obediently moved to his other side. She looked down as his hand was moved from her waist. He switched the cards in his hand to the other and tossed them on the table, folding. Both the fingers of his left hand brushed lightly on her hip then, and she couldn't help but close her eyes in a brief flutter."Fuck!" she thought, standing quickly."Mind if I use your restroom?" she asked, looking over at Molly. Molly nodded and gestured towards the door. As she left, she leaned down and kissed Duncan, who had a knowing smile on his face."Anyone need anything while I'm up?" she asked."No, thank you," came the consensus from those still in the game. She immediately disappeared into t
Sighing deeply, she resumed chewing on her lower lip. Mark brushed her red hair away from the right side of her neck then, his hand getting lost among the locks. He resumed pushing gently downwards on her hips, but she refused to acknowledge what he was doing. Her hips weren't going to move of their own accord, that was for damn sure.She looked down then. "What the fuck?" she yelled at herself.Her hips were rocking gently back and forth, as if she was dancing a tiny dance on his lap."God, I'm behaving like some common street tramp!" she thought. She felt his cock sliding back and forth on her hip.She looked up at her husband, who was smiling widely. He winked at her again."Isn't he going to put a stop to this and rescue me?" she asked. "This man is being very inappropriate in front him, with his own wife!"Mark pulled gently downwards again, causing her to gasp quietly. 'God, his cock feels hard,' she thought. She fought the inappropriate thoughts away again.Becky emerged from t
He reached over and pulled her hand into his lap. His dick was fully erect.She smiled. "Well then!""So tell me," he said, as she resumed leaning into his shoulder. "What did you and Mark do?"She smiled. "Well, it started harmless enough, I sat on his knee. He immediately shifted me to a more comfortable position on his lap, though and it wasn't long before I felt his hand on my hip. He laid it in the same spot that Ed had touched me, and it was like I was on fire again. Here was another man, groping me while my husband blatantly saw. My brain was screaming at me to make him stop, but also screaming at me to make him go further, but there was a stronger, more commanding voice inside that said that I should do whatever I was told."Duncan nodded in surprise. "Is that the servant part of you?" he asked.She was quiet for a bit before answering. "I don't know," she said honestly. "It was all going so fast in my head, especially when he moved his hands. He shifted from my hip, to up her
The seizures are growing more frequent and getting worse. I have headaches and I'm so tired all time. All I want to do is sleep. My short-term memory doesn't work so well nowadays so I had to go back and watch what I had recorded."So, I wanted you and I didn't want to hurt you, but I did hurt you. That day in the coffee shop you were incredibly brave in trying to tell me how you felt. In my panic I lashed out and I'm afraid I may have permanently damaged our relationship. The next several weeks were especially bad for seizures and tremors. I ignored your calls and texts because I couldn't think coherently and I didn't want you to see me like that."When I felt better I went to the computing center, saw the pain etched on your face and I knew I had finally succeeded in driving you away. I couldn't let you go, though, and I had to have you one last time. Maybe a more accurate way to say it would be 'one first time.' Despite all my blunt talk about sex I was no more experienced than you
That was the question I was dreading most. I didn't want to lie to Nico but I didn't want to tell the truth, either. At least, not the whole truth. "It went pretty well. She seemed happy when I left." Nico nodded thoughtfully. Finally I asked, "Do you want to hear about it?"She shook her head. "No, I don't think so." She frowned at the floor. "You really want to quit?""This whole thing has grown out of control. I can't do it anymore. It's not what I want."Nico nodded but didn't argue with me like I had expected. "I guess that's that." She grew quiet, as if having an internal debate, before she asked, "How long is your break?""At least another ten minutes. Why?""I was thinking we could have one last time together before the school year ended. What do you say?"I thought of Kelly and my immediate thought was, no. But then I realized that for the first time Nico was asking me, not telling me, and I glimpsed a hint of pleading in her eyes so I relented. "Okay. What do you want to do?
Nico punished me by not returning my calls and texts for almost a week. When she did finally contact me she made no mention of what I had said. Instead, she had set me up with another client for the following Saturday. Nico also told me she wouldn't be there as she had to go home for the weekend. I took it to mean she was still mad. The lead weight in my stomach grew heavier and sank lower. I wasn't interested in seeing a client but I really didn't have a choice. Nico expected me to go and, of course, I always did what she said.Promptly at nine, I put my game face on and knocked on the door of an off-campus apartment on the south side of town. The client, Kelly, had wavy, shoulder-length strawberry-blond hair, a round face, and large blue eyes. Grey sweatpants and a hooded sweatshirt masked the shape of her body. All I knew was that she was only a few inches shorter than me. Kelly smiled nervously, biting her lower lip, as she invited me in. I kicked off my shoes and followed her dow
We had a few more clients in January and February and by early March we were averaging almost one a week. Each girl was different and each girl was special in their own way. My favorites were the introverts like Sara who couldn't speak in an audible voice or look me in the eye but once we were alone transformed into a feral ball of lust. These encounters were exciting, unpredictable, terrifying, and draining. Their energy and enthusiasm was always matched and sometimes exceeded by Nico, as if she was somehow competing against them.Only once did I back out and that was because the girl was falling down drunk when we showed up at her place. Three days later we met again and everything worked out great. By late March I had been with more girls than any guy I knew. Nico's plan was working just like she planned: The girls were happy, I was meeting new people, and Nico and I both enjoyed what we had termed 'the debriefing.' The only problem was that although I enjoyed being with these girl
Sometime later I dreamed Nico was straddling me, facing away. She was rubbing the tip of my cock slowly back and forth along her slit until it slid slowly inside. Her hips moved slowly up and down, soft grunts punctuating every downward stroke. In my dream I was immobile, unable to use my hands to clutch at her flesh. I'm not sure if I wanted to stop her in order to protect her or to help her body move against mine. Nico leaned forward and raised her hips until just the tip of my cock remained inside her. Her body bounced lightly in short strokes, her cunt gripping the ridge of my head. Wave after wave of pleasure flooded my body.I awoke to find my tongue buried in her cunt and my cock buried in her mouth. Her body shuddered above me, driving her sex hard against my mouth. I came long and hard, my fingers digging into her buttocks. Moments later she came, my seed spilling from her mouth as she cried out, pooling on my stomach. Her body slipped off mine and we slept again.In the grey
Her hips ground against me in short, sharp, rapid thrusts, the intense friction building to a breaking point. My body trembled and tensed and I grunted with every thrust. Sudden warmth flooded my crotch as I came. Nico drove on, trying in vain to reach orgasm but eventually slowing to a stop as I softened under her.She stood up and fingered the wet spot on her jeans, satisfied. "I'm going back to my room to masturbate. Maybe this time I'll get my whole fist in. I'll see you Saturday night." Before I could say goodnight she was gone. I spent the next hour touching things on my desk to ensure Nico's safety.By the weekend I was a nervous wreck and could hardly keep any food down. The anxiety of meeting someone new and the pressure I felt to perform were wreaking havoc on my body. On Saturday evening Nico found me curled up on my bed. She stroked my head and slowly coaxed me first to a sitting, then to a standing position until she had me walking out the door. We held hands all the way
One Saturday night I was working a shift at the central campus computing lab. A handful of students were well spread out in the lab, making for a rather dull night. That's the way I liked it as I could get my homework done and get paid for it. My coworker and I sat in the Pit, an ironic name for the raised circular workspace overlooking the lab. The Pit was also a convenient barrier between me and the students. Nico walked up and leaned over the counter at me. "How late you working tonight?" she asked in a hushed tone. The purple streak in her hair was now bright green. I wondered briefly if her pubic hair matched."Until 2AM. Sorry."She frowned and looked around the mostly empty lab before asking, "How many of them do you think are watching porn right now and mentally frigging themselves?" I shot a look at my coworker but he had headphones on and was engrossed in a movie. I moved away from him and Nico followed along the outer perimeter. "There aren't that many people here but I bet
Nico, you have to get back before curfew," I said softly. She mumbled an acknowledgement and pulled me into bed, her buttocks pressing up against my growing erection. We lay there for several minutes, me lightly stroking her hair. At last she rose from the bed and dressed.She looked me steadily in the eye. "I can't have a boyfriend.""I know," I said. "Come on, I'll walk you back to your dorm."This time, I remembered to get her phone number.The next evening we were sitting in a booth at a busy coffee shop. Alternative music played overhead as students studied and writers pretended to write the great American novel on their laptops. I'm not the type to go out in public but Nico had succeeded in dragging me out of my room. I surreptitiously tapped the handle of my mug the correct number of times before I drank. Nico took a sip of her coffee and carefully set it down."How come you don't have a girlfriend?"The question caught me off guard. I thought for a minute then shrugged. It cou
When I came to my senses Nico had me by my hair and was twisting my head painfully to the side. Tremors rolled through her body and she looked down at me triumphantly. Her face was flush and sweat beaded on her forehead. With a crooked smile she pushed me away playfully in an odd display of affection. I wiped my face with my shirt and realized my erection was back.Nico looked at the clock and bolted from the bed. "Shit! My curfew is in ten minutes!"I couldn't believe my ears. "You live in Mother Mary?" I teased. She shot me a dangerous look as she smoothed down her skirt. To make up for the slight I offered to walk her back.We hustled across campus to Mary Hall, the lone all-women dorm on campus. Also known as Mother Mary, the Nunnery, or, more crudely, the Virgin Vault, it was the only dorm that had a curfew. A favorite of over-protective parents to guard their daughters against all the evils of college life, it was also the only dorm with a waiting list. We got to the front doors