fully trained anal meat Stories

Shortly after being divorced at the age of 35, I frequented
adult video theatres. Several times my full 8" hard cock was
slowly sucked off by willing men.

At the same time I was reluctant to reciprocate being attracted
to breasts and pussy as most healthy men.

One evening I was visiting Dallas, Tx on business and stopped
by a major porno store there. Inside the theatre connected to
the book store I met a nice gentlemen in his 50s and agreed to
accompany him to his hotel room nearby with the promise of a
full blow job.

Inside he offered me a drink and he slowly stripped my clothes
until I was fully naked and he stripped to his undershorts.

He turned me around and began to slowly caress and lick my firm
ass cheeks working his way to my cherry asshole. As he slowly
ate me out throughly , he slowly reached around and stroked my
now rock hard cock.

As he was taking his time I became totally relaxed and found myself
bent over his bed on my hands and kness with my ass cheeks spread
wide apart, enjoying every sensation.

He now reached over and grabbed some lubicrant and slowly began
working his fingers in and out of my ass meat. First one, two and
then three and finally four full fingers in and out of my ass and
it felt so good.

Slowly coming up behind me he wrapped his legs tighly around mine and
I felt his huge 9-1/2 inch thick cock pressing into my asshold.

As my assring started to stretch open, I was surprised as it did not
hurt at all, about the time I started to pull away and stop him, that
big thick mushroom cockhead of his popped deep into my ass.

Leaning over my back , he whispered just relax that beautiful cherry
ass of yours, you ve got a full hard bull cock pushed deep into your
ass and I am going to fuck you slow and deep at first and take that
hot cherry. When your ass starts making a hot sucking sound i am going
to fuck you hard and deep and let you shoot that hot load all over...

Within minutes , I was being brought to the edge of an orgasm so strong
I thought I was going to come all over his bed and then he would stop
and hold for a minute and then start again....

Finally , he asked me do you like this big cock up your ass, and I
yelled I love it , fuck me hard and deep and he did with me shooting
load after load across the bed.....

But, he wasnt through , he pulled out swung me around and shoved his full
cock down my throat and for the first time in my life I felt a man shoot
his come load and cream my throat, I had to gulp to keep from gagging on
that huge load of come......

He then smiled and took a mirror , holding it where I could see my asshole
now completely streched wide open and brown. He said your proctologist is
going to know you got fucked real good, I suggest you go to a friend of mine
he loves to give you a thorough exam if you know what I mean.

Injury leads to intimacy between brother & sis Stories

You want me to do what?" she asked, stunned. "I need you to wash me. Geez, didn't Mum talk to you about this before she left?" Matt asked, his face flushing red with embarrassment. "No, she bl**dy didn't or I probably wouldn't have agreed to stay home and look after you!" "Crap, I thought that she would, I mean it's the last thing I want to have to ask you to do, believe me, but I can't go for three weeks without washing myself!" Bec eyed her b*****r. She could see that he genuinely was embarrassed. "Fuck, I can't believe I have to do this, but ok," she replied reluctantly. "Thanks Bec, I'll owe you and I promise, I won't tell anyone about it if you don't." "You'd better not!" Matt had managed to crash his mountain bike in a race a couple of weeks earlier and his right arm was in a cast due to a break in the fore-arm. He had also done significant damage to his left hand, requiring it to be pinned. So it too was in a cast. Bec hadn't really thought about what this meant for him in terms of bathing, but was vaguely aware of her mother having assisted him in the process. Their parents were away for a month on a European vacation and Matt's casts weren't due to come off until the last week that they were away. Because of this, Bec, the younger of the siblings at 18, had been asked by her mother to take care of her 19 year old b*****r. She'd said that she would, knowing just how much her parents had been looking forward to the holiday and knowing that they couldn't afford to cancel it and go another time. But she obviously hadn't thought through all of the implications of her decision. "So what happens?" Bec asked. "Well, we can either do it in the shower or the bath," Matt advised. "I have to put my arms in plastic bags to keep them from getting wet and so I can either sit in the bath with my arms out or stand in the shower and hold them up out of the spray." "What's more comfortable?" "The bath," Matt replied. "Then I guess we'll do that," Bec said, reluctantly following her b*****r upstairs from the living room to where the bathroom that had the bath in it was located. She wandered in behind her b*****r who started to undress. "Maybe I should wait outside. When you've run it, get in and drop this over your um, you know, your dick," she said, handing him a face washer. Matt eyed it sceptically but said nothing. Bec went outside to wait for her summons. She heard the water running in the tub and waited. As she did so, she considered that she was about to go in and wash her older b*****r. She shuddered a little at the thought. But then she considered what her friend Jess had said the other day. They'd been in her room chatting and Matt had come in to ask for some help opening something because of his temporary disability. Jess had suggested that given how hot Matt was, if she had him in that condition, she'd be taking advantage of his inability to defend himself. Bec considered her b*****r critically from memory. He did have a nice face. It was almost chiselled. All the men of their f****y had that well honed and defined jaw. He had dark hair and dark eyes that could brood, kill or sparkle with delight in a matter of moments. She supposed that when it came down to it, there was a host of reasons why her friends would be enamoured of him. She even smiled to herself when she thought about what Jess would say if she were given the opportunity to see him in the bath. Matt called from within the bathroom and nervously, with a strange leap in her stomach, Bec opened the door to go in. Matt was reclined in the bath, his hand and arm held out of the water so that the plasters and bandages wouldn't get wet. She tried to avoid glancing at his crotch and pretend that she was a nurse or something, someone with the ability to do this in a nice detached way so that she wouldn't consider that it was her b*****r lying naked before her. "There's a couple of plastic bags and some tape on the counter Bec, if you could put them over these it will just help protect them a bit more," Matt said to her as she looked around for soap to start. Bec strapped his hands into the bags and then rolled up the sleeves of her long --sleeved top before picking up the cake of soap that she found on the edge of the bath. "Lean forward," she instructed her b*****r. Bec dipped the soap into the water and splashed some of it up over his back so that she could start scrubbing him. She couldn't help but notice how broad his shoulders had become in the last few years. They were well muscled and defined and on another man, Bec would have been more appropriately impressed. Once finished with his back, she had him recline back in the bath again, this time taking the soap to his chest. He had a little chest hair and his pecs were as well defined as the muscles of his shoulders. As her hands passed over them, kneading slightly with the soap, she found herself focussing not on the fact that this was her b*****r, but on the texture and feel of his skin and the tone of his muscles. She was embarrassed to discover that her insides were starting to react in a most inappropriate way to the washing of her b*****r's body. "Leg," she said simply a few moments later, tapping his right knee. Changing the focus of where she was washing meant that her gaze travelled down his body from his chest and past his crotch. It was impossible to ignore the state of his cock. It had to be close to fully erect, the wash cloth now failing to cover its entirety. She could see his balls and the base of his thick shaft, but the top two-thirds remained covered, the cloth floating on the water but clearly outlining the shape of his manhood. As Bec began the process of washing Matt's right leg, she tried desperately to avoid looking back at what she knew was floating so close to her. But given how impressive it was, she couldn't help but keep stealing glances. Though each time that she did, she ensured that she didn't meet her b*****r's gaze, not sure what to think and unwilling to see where he might be looking. Matt, for his part was as embarrassed as his s****r was, though unaware of the effect that the bath had been having on her. From the moment he'd started undressing, he'd been fighting to keep his cock from becoming erect. His s****r was a beautiful girl. He knew it. He'd spent plenty of time admiring her curves as she'd acquired them over the last few years and now, at 18, it was hard to believe that she'd ever be more perfect. He glanced at her as her hands now caressed his left leg. It was slightly uncomfortable for him as she'd pulled his leg across his body so that it was easier for her to wash, but that meant that he was crushing his balls slightly. Bec's brown hair was tied in a pony-tail behind her head that hung down to her shoulders. She was wearing a long sleeved, pink top that clung to her breasts, which sat wonderfully on her chest. "Nice handfuls," Matt found himself thinking, "Not too large and not too little." Her waist was thin and her hips flared a little without being 'good c***d bearers' as his grand father used to say. Her legs were hidden from view at the moment but that was of little consequence as he had completely lost the battle with his erection the moment that his s****r had started washing him. At last the torture was over and Bec was standing, having finished as much as she was prepared to wash it seemed. Matt wasn't about to start asking for more as he wasn't sure if he could take it. "Can you get out all right?" Bec asked him. "Um, Actually, that could be a problem," he admitted. Thinking about it, he suggested that she pull the plug so that he'd have a dry bath to contend with rather than a tub full of water. Bec reached down between his legs to get at the plug and tried desperately to ignore the fact that her fore arm brushed against her b*****r's scrotum. It was difficult to pull the plug and she had to fish around a bit, but eventually she managed it. As she stood up, she groaned, her back ached from having had to kneel on the bathroom floor and lean over the tub for the time that it had taken to wash her b*****r. Having completed her task, she fled from the bath room to the safety of her bedroom, waving off her b*****r's thanks. Bec lay on her bed, confused by her body's reaction to what she'd just done as a task to assist her invalid b*****r. Matt managed to get out of the bath without incident, dry himself eventually and dress. The thing that he couldn't do much about though was his raging hard-on. It just wouldn't go away and he couldn't do anything to relieve himself. He lay on his bed and tried not to think about the profile of his s****r's body as she'd washed him. He especially tried to avoid thinking about what might have happened if she'd decided that his cock needed washing because that did nothing to relieve him. ---------------------------- Matt left his s****r alone the next day, unsure as to how things would go down when he'd have to ask her to do it again. But he was used to washing daily and he didn't think that he could go another day without a wash and so as they sat down to dinner, he broached the subject. "Bec, I know you don't like me asking you to do this, but could you help me wash again tonight?" Bec sighed. She'd know that this was coming and had been trying to think what she might say when the time came. She knew that she really had no option. "Yeah, I guess I can. But this time I think it will need to be in the shower, because my back was killing me after the other day," she replied. "Ok, whatever is going to be easiest for you," Matt said. They finished their dinner in silence. Bec did the dishes and Matt went upstairs, trying to mentally prepare himself. When Bec had finished the dishes, she made her way upstairs, cursing the lack of help that her b*****r was in his current state of disability. She found Matt in the bathroom, sitting on the edge of the bath, waiting. After strapping his hands and arm into the required plastic bags, Bec turned the water on for him and adjusted it until it was nice and warm. Matt undressed as she did so. Bec stepped out of the way and allowed him to get into the shower, rolling up her sleeves and retrieving the soap. With Matt under the water, the splash from his body started to get her wet. "Hang on, I'll be back in a sec," Bec said, abandoning him to wonder what was going on. Minutes later, Bec returned and Matt could do nothing but stare. His s****r had come back wearing her hot pink bikini. It left little to his imagination, her gorgeous figure was barely concealed. He tried not to notice the fact that her nipples stood out like diamonds against the top, but there was no avoiding it. His cock leapt to attention. He saw Bec glance down as it grew and there was no way he could do anything to hide it. "I didn't want to get my clothes wet, so I figured this way I could wash you and not have to worry," Bec offered. She stepped into the shower with her b*****r and closed the door. Matt had to turn away to prevent his erection from making contact with his s****r's stomach. Bec grabbed the soap and turned him away, using her hands roughly, ensuring that the message was that this was a no-nonsense occasion. As she washed his back and shoulders, she was glad that he couldn't see her. She was watching the water and soap bubbles skim across her b*****r's tight arse and was embarrassed and confused. The sight turned her on! Her hand drifted down across his lower back and briefly caressed his left buttock. It flinched and tightened. Well at least she wasn't the only one feeling uncomfortable! It came time to turn around and she had Matt face the glass screen with his hands resting on top of it. She reached in from the side and washed his chest and stomach. She could feel the washboard that were his abs and had to bite her tongue to keep from complimenting him. His massive erection pointed skyward and she didn't want to give any reason for him to think this was anything other than a chore for her. "I'm sorry about that, its just an instinctive thing," he mumbled when he caught her looking at his cock. "Um yeah, I know," she said. Matt couldn't help glance down toward his s****r's body. She was a foot shorter than him and from this angle he had a beautiful view of her breasts, straining as they were against the tight wet confines of her bikini. Beads of water glistened against her olive skin and ran in trickles down her cleavage. Her nipples were standing firmly against the fabric. Bec was feeling very confused. She knew that this was her b*****r and that there shouldn't be any reason for her to get excited, but she patently was. She was just glad that female arousal wasn't as overt as that of her b*****r, who could do nothing to hide his erection. She wondered what he would think if he knew that her pussy was melting as she touched his nakedness. Rubbing the soap on the back of her b*****r's leg, Bec squatted down in the shower so that she could wash it properly. She was staring at his hip, all too aware of the fact that her face was now level with her b*****r's raging penis. As she moved her hands up and down his left leg, she brushed his scrotum with her left hand. Matt flinched and turned slightly. His cock nearly hit his s****r in the face. "Sorry," she said huskily, not looking up." "Its ok," he mumbled, "Caught me off guard." As Matt looked down he couldn't help but imagine his s****r turning to his cock and taking it in her mouth. She was at the perfect height. He was surprised to note that there was a drop of pre-cum nestled in the little slit at the tip of his cock, just sitting there against all expectation. Geez, his cock hadn't even been touched! He couldn't believe how horny he was. Bec knelt on the floor now and moved her hands on her b*****r, getting him to turn so that she could wash the other leg. There wasn't a lot of room with her on her knees and as Matt turned, she had to move her head out of the way to avoid his erection. By the time that she was finishing up washing his right leg, she was in a state of arousal that she would never have credited her b*****r with being capable of causing. She knew that if it were anyone else in here with her right now, she'd have their cock buried in her mouth, sucking hungrily upon it. In the end, it was that thought that caused her to grab it. She'd started watching his cock twitch and bounce as she rubbed at his leg, washing it and she'd become transfixed. She wondered just how hard it was and without even really thinking about it, reached out with her right hand and wrapped it about the shaft. God it felt hard. It was like an iron rod covered in a soft flesh sheath. Matt moaned. Bec's hand moved up and down slightly, still soapy and a little slippery. "Oh fuck," Matt said, staring, transfixed by the sight of his s****r's hand moving ever so slightly up and down his cock. "Fuck!" Bec said suddenly, realising what she was doing. She quickly got to her feet and shut the water off. Bec grabbed a towel and dragged it over her body before throwing one from the rack at Matt. She fled the room without a word, ignoring her b*****r's pleas for her not to. ----------------------- Bec dropped the towel on the floor of her room, her mind awhirl. She'd grabbed her b*****r's cock! God what kind of a pervert was she? It had been so hard! It was big. She squeezed her legs together, feeling her body's natural reaction to what had been happening. "What must he think of me?" she wondered. She pulled at the tie of her bikini, letting the two triangles of fabric fall away from her breasts. Her nipples stood out further than she thought possible. She cupped her breasts in her hands, feeling the diamond like points pressing against her palms. Without even thinking about it, she squeezed her breasts. Then she released her breasts just enough to allow her palms to graze her nipples. She shuddered before releasing them and peeling her wet bikini bottom down her legs. Grabbing her panties from where she'd tossed them on the floor, she commenced dressing herself again. She didn't bother with her bra, just slipped a t-shirt on and then collapsed on her bed, thinking. But no matter how much she told herself what she'd just done was wrong, her body belied her objections with its arousal. As she lay there, the image of her b*****r's erection filled her mind and she remembered the sensation of holding it in her hand. Her fingers wandered down her body until they had slipped inside her panties, gently caressing her pussy lips, slick with her arousal.

The Photographer Stories

Chris was someone I had first ‘met’ on the chat section of XHamster. And here I was now stepping into his flat in London. Just the two of us.

Our initial chat interaction had expanded into further lengthy chats, followed by numerous e-mail exchanges. We seemed to hit it off on-line and swapped stories, lifestyles, pictures and praise for the content on each others Profile Page on the site, We had many common interests and each loved the substance of the vids, pics and stories posted by the other, both personal and those of others. From his pictures and videos, Chris’s cock seemed delightful with a solid, meaty shaft and a cut, clean, satin, glans and easy release slit. His balls and cock base were often, but not always, shaved clean. His cum was plentiful, thick and creamy looking with long and very powerful blasts from that slit.

However having photography as a hobby I teased Chris a few times about the standard of his filming and picture taking ability. I jokingly said I would come and do the pictures and videos for him!!

In reply Chris told me he was up for this and over the next few months he seriously persisted that I should visit him, stay over at his flat and bring my cameras. Eventually I agreed and decided to stay an extra night/day after a business trip planned for London. My f****y didn’t know the reason for the stay over apart form “It’s more business.”

So many times people on websites, such as that we chatted on, aren’t what they claim to be. So we arranged to meet at a pub in Chiswick so that we could get to know each other on neutral ground. I should add that I was very flattered that Chris wanted me to visit as he was half my age! When we met Chris was exactly as he said. 24 years old, average looking, decent body and friendly manner. And as we chatted and the alcohol flowed he said his cock was indeed 7 inches cut. The chat got more lascivious as time passed and eventually, pleased with the way things had gone and sporting two stiff cocks, we left the pub and headed for his flat. 

By now it was mid afternoon and the warm sun streamed through the windows lighting up the main room as we entered. By now we were very ‘mellow’ and fully relaxed in each other’s company. As we settled down another bottle of wine was opened and after a short while we were ready to start my ‘work’!

As I prepared my tripods, cameras and other equipment ready for duty, Chris stripped and within seconds I saw my blank canvass standing in front of me, naked and ‘ready for action.’ And the main focus of action was indeed a good seven, maybe even eight, inches of meat with a smooth, cut head.

I eyed him up and down. “Mmm, nice subject matter.“ I remarked.

Now at this stage I should add that both Chris and I are bi. Which explains my next action.

Taking the two steps that separated us, I seized hold of this hard staff of fun and life. “Mmmm, nice subject matter,” I repeated as I complimented him. For a while I caressed his manhood, feeling it throb, feeling its shape, feeling its warmth, feeling its strength and size. I embraced it longingly feeling every inch of it and gently stroking it up and down. We both smiled at each other silently as I did so. I then slipped my palm down, cupping his hanging, twin balls, hopefully full of the cream I had seen in so many pictures and videos of Chris’s.

“I’m so looking forward to this and seeing those contents released.” I remarked.

Chris groaned and didn’t pull away. Handling his shaft again I slowly rubbed it up and down a few times. “We need that cock stiff and hard and the bl**d pulsing!” I commented.

Then Chris reminded me of the deal. If he was to be naked for the photo shoot session then I had to be too. I had agreed to that in our e-mails between us, not reluctantly, I admit. So, being a man of my word, I stripped off as well. As I removed my clothes I felt Chris’s eyes burn into me, checking me out.

“There,” I said as I stood before him fully exposed. And like him the excitement had my bl**d race to those vital parts. As he ran his eyes over me I looked down at my own member pointing at him.

“Very nice piece of beef,” he said and smiled broadly. “This could be fun!”

But as I was here to take pictures, I backed off and told him we would start by him laying on the sofa, spread along it, with one leg cocked up on it and the other on the floor. It gave the best view of the jewels on show.

And so the session started and for the next 30 minutes or so I took pictures from all locations in the room, angles and positions to show Chris off at this best. I then proceeded to take some short videos of Chris around the room and then on the sofa playing with, and stroking, his organ. Throughout the session I had been touching and stroking Chris’s body, showing him where I wanted him positioned, moving his legs, arm, ass, etc. And his always-standing cock. I would hold and stroke it to show him what I wanted; and we both loved that!! As I often did so he would take hold of my own solid staff. And I love that too!

After a while I suggested we move to the bedroom. Once in there, I proceeded to set up my cameras, both still and camcorder, on tripods. Meanwhile Chris bounced onto the bed, and lay on his back, his arms behind his head, legs spread, cock swaying, pre-cum leaking as he watched me at work.

Having set up I told Chris that as the light was not so good here, his cock head needed to shine and to glisten more so that the pictures would be improved and the focal point enhanced. And the best way to achieve that was with the ‘natural’ solution.

Pretence over I knelt on the bed beside him and without hesitation dipped my head and licked his satin purple pal. He groaned and his manhood seemed to stretch to meet my mouth. My saliva coated tongue, swirled around his glans, spreading his clear, sticky, viscous pre-cum all over it adding some of my own oral juice. I also placed my tongue tip into his small slit as if trying to prise it open gently, seeking the contents within. For two or three minutes I tongue teased him licking that mushroom shaped head, As I toyed with his cock extremity his hips often lifted off the bed pushing his member up to aid me. After a while I sat back and grinned at him, licking my lips erotically.

“There. That’s shinier. It glistens well now,“ I remarked.

“OHHH yes,“ Chris groaned. “But surely the whole of it needs to shine not just the head and tip?”

I smiled at him and bent forward again. This time, mouth open, I took, and embraced, the whole of his cock head into my oral cavity and paused. I felt his whole body tighten with the pleasure of organ entrapment. Up and down a few times, I gently bobbed my head on his shaft. I tormented his, so sensitive, smooth, wet head. I tormented him, moving up and down on his penile tip. No further than the head ridge in my mouth. He groaned and moaned and I felt his hands take hold of my head. Eventually I went deeper and deeper, inch-by-inch, slowly, gently, until he filled my mouth. But there was more to take. I hadn’t done this for years but I slowly dipped deeper on him until his cock head entered my throat, pushing my tonsils to one side. I gagged a little as his whole shaft crammed into my mouth and throat. I gagged more but fighting it I started to relax. He was trapped in me. His whole body was now tense, taught with the feelings such actions bring. His grip on my hair and head tightened and he resisted, fought, the urge to buck and squirm with his sexual delight.

After a while I released him from my throat and commenced a strong, rhythmical dance on his shaft. Up and down, bobbing, my lips tight around his meat as I did so. The last hour had got me so sexually tense I wanted him, and his release. 

For a few minutes I did this dance of delight, frantically sucking him, blowing him until he groaned a guttural “I’m gonna cum. I'm cumming. Oh fuck, I’m cumming.”

I kept up the pace and his grip tightened on my head forcing me onto his shaft. His hips bucked. And then, face fucking me, he climaxed.

He screamed and stiffened and I felt the first shot from his gun hit the back of my throat. I recoiled slightly with the f***e of the globule but the second, more powerful, f***eful jet of man milk burst into the back of my mouth. Chris was writhing in his orgasmic pleasure but I kept him clamped in my mouth. More spurts of his emissions filled my mouth. It seemed to go on for ever as I fought him whilst draining his sperm reservoirs dry of their baby seed contents. Spurts were followed by a flow, no, a river from his meat until finally 40 seconds later, he flopped back onto the bed quenched with the satisfaction he had just received. I had siphoned off his unique tasting liquid seeds of life.

As he finished I swallowed the contents of my mouth and moved up and kissed his lips, and slipped my tongue into his mouth, so that he could get a taste of his own outpourings.

For a while we lay there recovering our senses, side by side. Chris’s cock dwindled to an acorn whilst mine was bursting with tension filled bl**d.

“Your turn for some fun,” he said smiling at me. In our mails he had told be he was a bottom and as I’m a top it was a natural fit.

He reached to his bedside drawers and took out the KY jelly and smeared lots on my rampant shaft.

I will not pretend that the next bit was a long, slow, build of foreplay with a long lingering act. It wasn’t, mainly due to my extremely heightened horniness and sexual tension caused by my lack of orgasms in the last two weeks.

Chris knelt on the bed and buried his head in the pillow as I knelt behind him. I smeared jelly on his hole, slipping a finger or two in to loosen it up a little. I allowed him time to relax and placed my purple pal against his brown, wrinkled man cunt.

I pushed in. Slowly, inch-by-inch and I heard him groan and gasp with pain and pleasure. Bit by bit I buried my rod deep into him until it was entirely hidden. It was uncomfortable as my foreskin had ridden back but a few in/out stabs and it was loose. As I said I didn’t last long as his tightness, the act, the scene, my tension, build of cream and seeing the two camcorders watching us made me too sensitive.

Maybe four or five minutes of humping and slapping his ass, made me reach boiling point. In and out, toing and froing, rhythmic fucking and I was ready to shoot. Reaching the point of no return, my shaft solid, my glans so sensitive and my balls tight, I pulled out fully. Swiftly taking my staff in hand, and jerking it, the first spit explosion from my little slit and hit Chris between the shoulder blades. This was followed by seven more shots of creamy cum of varying strengths covering his back and stroking my pole, my hips bucking in time with my discharges. But all too soon the shots turned to flows and my cream dropped onto Chris’s ass crack below. Still masturbating, I squeezed every drop I could from my balls and shaft and using my cock head I spread the pools of cum between his ass cheeks and onto his, now open and swollen, wrinkled, brown hole.

Finished and panting as if I’d run a marathon, I collapsed forward onto Chris’s back, my pools and ropes of cum sandwiched between us covering me from crotch to chest.

“This could be a good video,” I thought.

We spent the evening, night and next day taking more pictures, filming and having lots of ‘fun’. But that’s another story or two if anyone is interested……

The Whore - part one Stories

Amanda was a whore. She hadn’t always been one, she had been a PA, but now she was a whore, a call girl. A prostitute. When had she first sold herself? It seemed a lifetime ago. It had started when the firm she worked for had gone bust…..

Amanda threw the ball, and her dog ran like the wind to retrieve it. It was cold, despite it being mid spring, the clouds were darkening, threatening rain. She pulled the collar up of her Barbour jacket. She liked day’s like these, this was how she liked to dress, in her Barbour boots, jodhpurs, and her old faithful jacket. She threw the ball again, and her dog disappeared into a patch of undergrowth after it. Days like these, the best. Days like these needed to be paid for. Her house, her lifestyle, her car. She remembered how it had begun, a little bit of modelling, a little naughty perhaps, to supplement the part time bar work she had found……….

The Audi purred smoothly along the tree lined avenue. Amanda slowed the car, and drove onto the gravel driveway of the elegant four storey Georgian townhouse. She turned the engine off, then checked her make-up in the illuminated mirror within the sun -visor. She re applied her red lipstick, and snapped the sun visor shut. She loved this car, from its smooth drive, to the oh so soft leather heated seats. It didn’t come cheap, she smiled to herself. She hesitated a moment longer, then pulled the key from the ignition, instantly silencing the Bose music system. Amanda stood in the entrance hall, and looked up at the staircase as it curved upwards, leading her eye to ornate plaster work on the ceiling. 
“Amanda? Hi, I’m Ewan. Thanks for being prompt.”
She felt Ewan’s eye’s travel the length of her body, he walked around her, then looked her straight in the eyes. Up to that point she hadn’t felt nervous. Her throat was dry, “what if he didn’t want to use her as a model? She couldn’t really afford this to be a wasted journey. The bills were mounting up, the gas bill was long overdue, this modelling job would pay for it, there were others, but it was this or be cut off,” the thoughts ran though her mind. 
“You look great,” Ewan told her. “I’d like to get started straightaway, what have you got on?”
“Got on, he can see surely,” she thought. She was wearing a blue dress, which emphasised her curves, and ended a modestly just above her knee.
“I mean, underneath!” Ewan clarified.
“Oh!” she replied, as the penny dropped. 
She lifted the hem of her dress, to show him. Black hold up’s, with black high cut knickers, with a matching bra.
“Brilliant, I want to do a strip walking from the bottom of the stairs to the top, lets get started shall we!” Ewan said with almost schoolboy enthusiasm. “But first, have you got shoes with higher heels than those ones?
She had, she slipped them on. Black stiletto’s with six inch killer heels. Exactly what Ewan required. He was waiting, video camera in hand. “Oh fuck,” she thought, “no going back now.”
She walked up several steps, she swayed her hips unconsciously. She turned, looking to Ewan for guidance, but unknowingly looking directly into the lens. She unzipped her dress, it fell to the floor, where she stepped out of it, and took another step upwards. She could almost feel the camera as it zoomed in on her shapely bottom, visible through the transparent material of her panties. Ewan’s instructions had been clear enough before she had started, but now she tried to remember them. “Ah yes.” Amanda faced the camera again, which was now several steps below her. She squatted, her legs apart, and ran her hand over her crotch. Her black knickers were see through, and she knew Ewan was getting a good view of her waxed cunt. Strangely she felt excited by that thought. In just her killer heels and underwear she walked further up the long curved staircase. The bra was next, she undid it, let it hang in the crook of her arms, as she squeezed her breasts together with her arms. Her nipples were erect, her eyes bright. She played with her tits, her nipples, and then another step upwards. She lowered her knickers, just a little. Her hand was down the front of them, her fingers busy within. She was shocked to discover how wet her pussy was, she slid a finger inside herself. She pulled her knickers down to her knees, as she sat on the stair, she pulled her knickers down, then carefully pulled them off. She looked down the staircase, her clothes lay s**ttered on the staircase where she had discarded them. She began to masturbate, slowly at first, then her fingers moved faster, fingers from one hand held her labia open, giving Ewan and his camera a clear view, as she played to it. Below her, a door opened and a tall man, no youth, walked across the hallway. He looked up, his white teeth shone in contrast to his dark skin. He was, she admitted to herself gorgeous, or was it more that she was more sexually excited than she had been in months. 
“Cut,” Ewan called. “Hold your position just there Mandy, won’t be a mo.”
He trotted down the stairs, where he had a conversation with the youth, just out of her earshot. Then he walked back up to her…………….

The dog had disappeared, she called her name, “Lucy, here girl.” The dog reappeared, about fifty meters ahead of her, her tail wagging. Amanda walked swiftly along the muddy footpath, the dog trotted to meet her. “Good girl, come on then, come on.” The dog walked to heel, as she emerged in the car park. Amanda opened the tailgate of the Audi estate, and the dog jumped in. She pulled her boots off, slipping a pair of trainers on, before driving from the car park, and heading home. As soon as she opened the door, the aroma of beef casserole filled her nostrils. Slow cookers, a busy girls best friend. She threw a couple of logs on the log burner, and headed upstairs. 
She lay back in the bath, the water came up to her chin. Scented candles illuminated the room, she let the babedas do its work………

“Mandy,” Ewan said, as he sat on the stair beside her. 
Amanda looked at him, her knees were together, and she covered her breast with her arms. 
“Look, you’re doing great, do you fancy do a couple of girl, boy scenes?” Ewan asked.
“With the black guy?” Amanda asked.
“Yes, Josh, be more money of course,” Ewan said matter of factly.
“How far do you want me to go?” Amanda asked.
“All the way love,” Ewan replied.
“You want me to fuck him?” Amanda said indignantly
“That’s the long and short of it. No pressure, if you don’t we’re just carry on, but I’ll pay you double what we’d arranged,” Ewan added.
“Double, bl**dy hell, that’s the gas bill, the electric bill, plus her car insurance due next month. And she’d have a chunk left over,” Amanda thought.
“Think it over, I’ll give you a few moments.” Ewan told her.
Amanda thought. “It was tempting. Very tempting. Josh looked nice, dishy even, but did she want to fuck him, while Ewan filmed them? Then there was the money, she bl**dy well needed that.”
“Its alright Amanda, we’ll carry on, sorry,” Ewan told her, taking up his camera again. 
“I’ll do it, cash of course,” Amanda told him hurriedly.
“Right, I want you to carry on playing with yourself, then Josh will walk up the stairs, and go down on you,” Ewan directed.
Amanda, rubbed her clit, two fingers in her wet cunt, as Josh walked slowly up the stairs towards her. There were butterflies in her stomach, nervous excitement. His face came level with her pussy, he bent down, pulled her hands away, replacing them with his own. His hands were surprisingly cool, as he slid three fingers inside her, stretching her. His breath was on her face. He kissed her roughly, then went south, nibbled her nipples, then his tongue was on her clit. She almost cried out, as the sensations pulsed through her body. A man she had not even spoken to was having a conversation with her cunt, he was a good talker, his tongue was inside her. She groaned with genuine pleasure.
His cock was in her mouth, she almost gagged. She ran her tongue around its bulbous head, and across the glands, she pulled her head back to look at it. A line of saliva connected her mouth to it, as she admired it. It was big, veined, and so hard. She wanted it inside her, and she wanted it now. Josh lay, his back on the stair. Amanda squatted above his cock, her back to him, facing Ewan and his camera. She had almost forgotten the camera. Almost, but not quite. She held the tip of Josh’s cock against her pussy, rubbed it between the lips of her cunt, then pushed it inside her aching pussy, lowering herself onto its hardness. Lower, and lower, until she had it all. She savoured it, she felt it thickness, its hardness. Then she fucked it, she fucked it hard. Her orgasm wasn’t far away, but it was elusive, always just out of reach. As she fucked him, she fingered her clit, pulling the hood back, exposing the button beneath. She saw below her, a woman with the most amazing head of red hair walk across the hall. The woman looked up the stairs, watching her, as she fucked a stranger on the staircase for money. The woman licked her lips, and as she did so, Amanda came, in a flood of wetness, which flooded down the length of Josh’s hard throbbing cock. Amanda had never been quiet at these times, and this was no exception, “Oh fucking hell, yes, yes, yes, don’t stop, I want more, more, ooooooooooooh, yessssssssssssssssssssss,” she almost screamed it. The woman with the red hair walked away, out of sight. 

Amanda towelled herself dry, then rubbed Clarins body lotion into her skin. It was expensive, but she could afford it. Then having dried her hair, she brushed it, and tied it in a pony tail. She pulled a thick towelling dressing gown over her naked body, and slipped on a pair of sheepskin sl**pers. Not exactly glamorous, but comfortable, and warm. Downstairs Lucy was sl**ping in front of the log burner. Amanda grabbed her newspaper, and curled up in her deep armchair, and began to read the financial section, a glass of Glenmorangie by her side….

Amanda tapped on the office door, and walked in. the woman with the red hair sat at a desk in front of her, studying a computer screen. 
“Come on in, take a seat, drink?” She asked.
“Water, would be nice, please,” Amanda asked. 
The red head poured her a glass of Highland Spring, and handed it to her.
“I’m Isobel,” she said introducing herself. “We spoke on the phone when I booked you. Doing a bit more than we agreed!” 
Amanda nodded, not really sure where the conversation was headed.
“I hope you didn’t feel pressured into doing it,” Isobel said quietly.
“No, not at all, Ewan wasn’t pushy at all. I need the money.” Amanda told her honestly.
“So, you want some more work, I take it?” 
Amanda hesitated, then said firmly “Yes, yes I do.”
Isobel studied her for a moment, before she said, “alright then. I’ve two bookings I can offer you, one tomorrow, one the following day. Tomorrow’s is here, four hours.”
“Is it…….” Amanda floated the question.
“Is it hardcore? Yes darling it is. That’s our main line of work. We get only the occasion call for soft core.”
“I see,” Amanda said softly.
“Want to know more?”
Amanda took a deep breath, “yes….yes I do.”
“First off it’s a boy, boy girl, second set, girl, girl, boy. Rates same as today. The following days schedule is yet to be finalised.” 
“Two guys at once?” Amanda asked, slightly alarmed.
“You’ll be fine. Been with a girl before?”
“No, and I’m not sure I can, but I’ll try,” Amanda told Isobel.
“Thanks for being honest, try it, I’ll have a word with the director, and the other girl. Now you’re out of work I take it?” 
Amanda nodded.
“On top of the modelling, I also run an e****t agency, want to give that a go?” Isobel asked her. 
“e****t work? I really don’t know,” Amanda told her.
“That’s alright. Look you have another set to do for Ewan. Do that, then go home, think about it, then come and see me tomorrow after you finish work, ok?”

Amanda put her plate of the floor, Lucy licked the gravy from the empty plate. Amanda closed her eyes, and listened to the music, Adele. Her peace was abruptly broken, as her mobile rang. She looked at the screen, Isobel. 
“Hello Izzy, what have you got for me?” Amanda asked.
“Sorry to call you on your weekend. I want you London tomorrow lunch time” Isobel said.
“I fucking hate Monday’s. What’s the address?”
“I’ll email you all the details,” Isobel said. “Did you heard about……………

Amanda was on her knees, trying to open her mouth wide enough to accommodate two cocks at once. She licked the head of one, then the other. She was pulled around, her arse facing the camera. A cock fucked her mouth, then another entered her cunt, and began to pound away. A finger wormed its way into her anus. She was breathless, gasping for air. She grabbed the cock in her mouth, took it out, and ran her tongue down its length, and then licked the guys balls. It was difficult, the guy behind her bumping her forward as he fucked her cunt. They swapped over, she was astride one of them, the cock deep inside her, as the cock in her mouth throbbed, and the guy groaned. He withdrew, and came over her face, and onto her outstretched tongue. Come ran down her face, and into her mouth. She swallowed. Then the other guy began to come. She just managed to get off his cock, and take it in her mouth, before he too came. His load in her mouth, she opened it for the benefit of the camera, before she swallowed the second load. She was sweaty, her legs ached. She still had another session to go, this time with one of the guys, and a girl. 



Amanda sat next to Isobel in a wine bar. Outside a winter gale was blowing. Boats in the Royal Harbour bobbed in the swell, wind screamed through their rigging. Ramsgate in a storm, rain rattled against the windows. She sipped her wine, it took away the taste of come. 
“You did well today, how did it go with the other girl?” Isobel asked, even though she knew the answer, having watched the unedited video.
“Difficult, when she lowered her cunt onto my mouth I nearly bottled it. But then, well….it wasn’t too bad.”
“I watched some. You did good, which is just as well, I’ve some more bookings for you, but not for a fortnight. Now what about some e****t work?”
Amanda had been expecting this. She still wasn’t one hundred percent, and said nothing.
“Not sure? Let me explain. We charge fifteen hundred pounds for the client to enjoy your company. We vet the client, as carefully as we can. I have as much work as you want.” Isobel told her.
“Fifteen hundred! bl**dy hell, so what’s the catch?” Amanda asked
“No catch really. I take thirty percent, so you’d get a grand. I’d employ you as a temp. Declare annual earnings of eighteen grand, on which you’d pay tax, plus nation insurance of course. Over and above, separate bank account, monies paid direct. Simple.” Isobel told her. 
Amanda did the maths in her head. Even with Isobel taking a third, that was still a hell of money. 
“Ok, I’ll do it, god help me.”

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So I chose a Mandingo dvd at the adult store. I chose one with Kaylani Lei...because I find her very sexy, and I wanted to see how my wife would react to watching a beautiful, petite Asian woman getting hammered by BBC. I didn't tell my wife I had picked it up, and when alone, I "previewed" the dvd. I wanted to see if it was good, and be able to focus on my wife's reaction during the dvd.

A few nights later, I asked my wife if she wanted to watch a dvd, and she said "ok." I grabbed the new Mandingo dvd (Mandingo IV) and popped it in. When it started, it didn't take long for my wife to say, "Oh my god! He has a HUGE cock!" I touched her pussy, and it was getting very wet. I slid down and starting licking her pussy while the movie played. I watched my wife, and again, she seemed mesmerized by Mandingo's BBC! Tonight, I went slow, and teased my wife more...not licking her to orgasm right away. She was going crazy, and I know she wanted to cum...but I went very slow. I also held back on my questions. I just wanted to watch her watch Mandingo. After the first scene, I grabbed the remote, and selected the scene with Kaylani. My wife then grabbed the remote, and fast forwarded through the fluff. "Let's go straight to the fucking!" (What a woman!!) But she did stop during the blow-job, and watching Kaylani suck on Mandingo's huge cock WAS an amazing sight! 

Me: I think his cock is too big for her.
Her: "It is too big for her to suck off, but maybe she will fuck him good."

Me: It looks like she really loves his cock.
Her: "Of course she does! I told you, all women love BIG cock!"

So I rolled her on her side so she could watch the movie, and I moved behind her, on my knees, and slid my cock into her tight Asian pussy. I tried to fuck her at the same speed that Mandingo did...but there is a huge difference in cock size between Mandingo's BBC, and my smallish white cock, and while Kaylani struggled taking all of Mandingo's BBC, my wife took my cock very easily.
Still, I heard her mutter, "Fucking big cock!" and "Oh god, his cock is so big!" and "Black cock." Her hand moved down between her legs, and she began to rub her clit furiously.

Me: You love his cock too?
Her: "Yes! I love his cock!"

Me: I would love to watch you fuck him.
Her: "I would love to fuck him."

Me: He would love to fuck you!
At this point she had her first orgasm, and any response was unintelligible.
After she calmed down a bit, I continued to fuck her.

Me: I would love to watch you fuck a BBC.
Her: "What?"

Me: I would love to watch you fuck a BBC.
Her: "You wouldn't be able to handle it!"

Me: What do you mean?
Her: "It would kill you watching a black guy fuck me."

Me: No, I would love it. Why do you think it would kill me?
Her: You think it wouldn't bother you to watch a guy with a big cock fuck me? Or to watch me having orgasms on his BBC? Black guys fuck hard, and I would be screaming, cumming, and he would fuck me however he wanted. It would kill you!"

Me: No. I want you to be happy, and experience a BBC. I think you would love it.
Her: "I would love it."

Me: It would be so easy to find a guy with a BBC to fuck you. You are so beautiful, guys would be lined up for a chance to fuck you!
Her: mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Me: I could find a good looking black guy, make sure he has a huge cock, and bring him home for you to fuck.
Her: "You're all talk!"

Me: I will do it! What would you say if one day, you come home, and I have brought home a BBC guy for you? We are both in bed, naked, waiting for you.
Her: "I would tell you to move over!"

This was more than I could take, and I came in her pussy. My orgasm was hard, but she didn't seem to respond to my orgasm like she normally does. She was breathing hard, and close to cumming again, but honestly, I think it was her fingers, and watching Mandingo fuck Kaylani that was getting her going. I caressed her ass, and played with her nipples as the scene ended. If you haven't scene it, Mandingo gives Kaylani a great facial. It's almost like he cums twice on her face. Kaylani even gags a bit. You gotta watch it. Anyway, my wife is not a fan of cum, or facials, but just like with Biggz, she seemed to love Mandingo's cumshot...and she orgasmed HARD!

After a minute or so...

Me: Wow! He shot a lot of cum!
Her: I think all BBC shoot a lot of cum.

Me: Does that turn you on?
Her: "Of course! It's hot!"

Me: If I bring home a guy with BBC for you to fuck, he will probably want to cum in your mouth, too!
Her: "I will want him to!"

Me: I would love to watch that! I would love to watch you getting pounded by a BBC, watch you orgasm on BBC, and watch him cum on your face!
Her: "LOL! You're all talk! It would KILL you!"

Me: No, I would love it, and I know you would love it too!
Her: "I would love it! What girl wouldn't love it?"

Me: Well, we would all love it then! :)
Her: "Yea, so what are you waiting for??"

To be continued....