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Lani first came into my life when I met and married her mother. At the time, Lani was 16 years of age and, at the time, did not completely agree with the marriage. I was 45 years old and Beth, Lani's mother, was 42.
It was the last day of the month and at midday his boss had come by and handed him an envelope. Apparently Brent's numbers just weren't good enough and he was being let go. So were a number of other people but Brent had hoped his friends and connections would protect him. Disappointed, he cleaned out his office and then called his wife Evelyn to tell her the bad news.
At this there was an audible intake of breath and Joan uttered a muted, "Oh God."
"Milinda you may drop the leash. Thank you, you can go sit with your Master now."
As we stood waiting for the water to become warm I said, "Let me wash you."
"You know I've always liked sex," she continued, "so I want a little extra marital fun as well! But you're not going to get away that lightly, I don't just want one man, I want three! And I want you to have to watch while they all take turns fucking me with their big cocks! I want you to feel the same shame that I feel. That's right, I want a regular gang-bang, a total cock-fest!"
Later as I was dressing for dinner the phone rang, it was Aimee and she asked if I would like to join them again and perhaps we could meet in the bar. When we met Aimee was wearing a typical French dress, black with string straps, low decolletage, quite short but not tarty. She had on a pearly choker and earrings, apart from her watch, no other jewelry. I had chosen a midnight blue evening dress, also with string straps but my dress came to mid calf. Francois asked me what I would like to drink and as he got them Aimee, smiling said, "Ah this evening we do not see your gorgeous legs as we did at lunchtime. Francois will be most disappointed, he thinks you have lovely legs." I smiled back at her, she had her legs crossed in her chair and was showing a great deal of thigh. "I think Aimee that your husband will be too much taken with your legs to miss mine. However she had not noticed that my skirt was a wrapover."
"Come on," she said. "You can do better than that." She began to push gently, urging her sister to deep throat. Molly's eyes flashed at her, then closed. It seemed that by sheer force of will she put away her discomfort and went down. Suddenly her lips were wrapped around the base of my cock. I moaned and involuntarily thrust my hips. Molly pulled off and smiled at her sister.
"Well, I guess I mean I'm sitting here minding my own business, and this incredibly well-dressed, beautiful, classy woman sits down next to me and, excuse me, but starts flirting heavily with me."
About a minute before 7 the house lights lowered some, the stage lights came up, and a voice announced the group. And there it was, that incredibly sexy voice coming through the sound system. The prime tenor for the group came out onto the stage, strutting like he owned the place.
"Oh? Is that so pet...?" He breathed into her ear, placing the keys in her hand and leaning back against the doorframe.
"Look, you two," Jane said, gasping for breath as she looked up at them, gripping their rock-hard cocks in her hands, "I need to get dinner ready, so just cum already.....or you can do each other," she grinned.
I have already sunk in the hot tub and I try to rub my skin. I see your head through the door, asking me if I’m ok. I say yes. I ask you to wait for me. I don’t want to be left alone. You smile. “I wasn’t going to leave, even if you asked me to”. I thanked you. I wash my hair thoroughly and emerge from the bath. I dry myself with the towels, and comb my hair. I gather them up in a ponytail. I put on the body braless, cause I want to feel comfortable and then the pyjama bottom.
“And this Factor, Tyros, wasn’t it? How did he die?”
(After some good advice from a respected author on this site, I revised this story. I believe it reads better. I hope you do as well. Please feel free to write to me with your comments, and a nice vote would be appreciated. E.)
"No." His denial came out as a whisper. "I can't."
Rainer's eyebrows lifted and he looked a bit skeptical. "You...cooked?"
It was the last day of the month and at midday his boss had come by and handed him an envelope. Apparently Brent's numbers just weren't good enough and he was being let go. So were a number of other people but Brent had hoped his friends and connections would protect him. Disappointed, he cleaned out his office and then called his wife Evelyn to tell her the bad news.
At this there was an audible intake of breath and Joan uttered a muted, "Oh God."
"Milinda you may drop the leash. Thank you, you can go sit with your Master now."
As we stood waiting for the water to become warm I said, "Let me wash you."
"You know I've always liked sex," she continued, "so I want a little extra marital fun as well! But you're not going to get away that lightly, I don't just want one man, I want three! And I want you to have to watch while they all take turns fucking me with their big cocks! I want you to feel the same shame that I feel. That's right, I want a regular gang-bang, a total cock-fest!"
Later as I was dressing for dinner the phone rang, it was Aimee and she asked if I would like to join them again and perhaps we could meet in the bar. When we met Aimee was wearing a typical French dress, black with string straps, low decolletage, quite short but not tarty. She had on a pearly choker and earrings, apart from her watch, no other jewelry. I had chosen a midnight blue evening dress, also with string straps but my dress came to mid calf. Francois asked me what I would like to drink and as he got them Aimee, smiling said, "Ah this evening we do not see your gorgeous legs as we did at lunchtime. Francois will be most disappointed, he thinks you have lovely legs." I smiled back at her, she had her legs crossed in her chair and was showing a great deal of thigh. "I think Aimee that your husband will be too much taken with your legs to miss mine. However she had not noticed that my skirt was a wrapover."
"Come on," she said. "You can do better than that." She began to push gently, urging her sister to deep throat. Molly's eyes flashed at her, then closed. It seemed that by sheer force of will she put away her discomfort and went down. Suddenly her lips were wrapped around the base of my cock. I moaned and involuntarily thrust my hips. Molly pulled off and smiled at her sister.
"Well, I guess I mean I'm sitting here minding my own business, and this incredibly well-dressed, beautiful, classy woman sits down next to me and, excuse me, but starts flirting heavily with me."
About a minute before 7 the house lights lowered some, the stage lights came up, and a voice announced the group. And there it was, that incredibly sexy voice coming through the sound system. The prime tenor for the group came out onto the stage, strutting like he owned the place.
"Oh? Is that so pet...?" He breathed into her ear, placing the keys in her hand and leaning back against the doorframe.
"Look, you two," Jane said, gasping for breath as she looked up at them, gripping their rock-hard cocks in her hands, "I need to get dinner ready, so just cum already.....or you can do each other," she grinned.
I have already sunk in the hot tub and I try to rub my skin. I see your head through the door, asking me if I’m ok. I say yes. I ask you to wait for me. I don’t want to be left alone. You smile. “I wasn’t going to leave, even if you asked me to”. I thanked you. I wash my hair thoroughly and emerge from the bath. I dry myself with the towels, and comb my hair. I gather them up in a ponytail. I put on the body braless, cause I want to feel comfortable and then the pyjama bottom.
“And this Factor, Tyros, wasn’t it? How did he die?”
(After some good advice from a respected author on this site, I revised this story. I believe it reads better. I hope you do as well. Please feel free to write to me with your comments, and a nice vote would be appreciated. E.)
"No." His denial came out as a whisper. "I can't."
Rainer's eyebrows lifted and he looked a bit skeptical. "You...cooked?"
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