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For those of you who have not read any of what I have already chronicled about my wife I will give you some background and a deion. I found my wife when she was only eighteen, working as a secretary. She was, and still is, beautiful. She has long thick brown hair that flows down below her shoulders. Her breasts are large, full, and natural with just a hint of sag. Each breast is tipped by large round light-brown areola that forms big beautiful circles around her protruding hard nipples. Her tight stomach is flat and her ass is hard and round. She always keeps her pussy shaved, except for a small area of hair above her clit. Her pussy lips are equally amazing. They are long, but not too long, and distend and open like a flower when she gets excited.
I, on the other hand, am a tall, thin, average looking guy, but I always keep myself in good shape. My best attribute was my cock. I am over nine inches long and am very thick, all the way to the bulbous mushroom-like head. What my wife, and other women, always appreciates the most is that it never really goes soft. It stays around seven inches, even when `flaccid’, and hard enough to penetrate all but the tightest holes.
This story is true, with some alterations like names and dates. I also took some liberty to combine some experiences so the story would not drag on. Everything that she does and everything that happens in this story has happened to her, in the way it is presented. Enjoy:
Among my many business partners and friends is a man by the name of James, who, among other things, owns a club that hosts smaller concerts and shows. James booked a rock act for a Friday and comped me two tickets. The ‘Rock Star’ (I’ll use that instead of his real name for the rest of the story) was an older guy, in his sixties and had broken with his old band and was now touring with a younger backing band. Carole, at the time, was in her late twenties. I knew the ‘Rock Star’ was a favorite of Carole’s and she would be excited to go.
That afternoon, we got ready to go. I waited for her in the living room. She came out of the bedroom, stood in front of me, and asked, “Is this okay?”
I looked her up and down. She looked amazing. Her long, thick, brown hair flowed down around her beautiful face, framing it. Her big brown eyes sparkled with joy. She wore a pair of tight dark blue jeans that showed off her curvy ass. Best of all was her choice of shirt. She wore a red, sleeveless, halter-top with a neckline was wide-open and plunged very deep, almost to her bellybutton. As per my rule she wasn’t wearing a bra, so her big beautiful tits bounced as she walked. Her nipples pushed against the tight fabric, making them plainly visible.
“Yeah, that’ll do,” I said, with a grin. I got up and took her hand. “Come on, let’s go have some fun,” I said, pulling her behind me as I walked out the front door and to the car.
Because the venue was an open floor, we made our way up to the front, right up to the stage. The show was fantastic. The music made the crowd jump and clap along. Carole was no exception. She bounced up and down with the music, clapping her hands, and singing along. Several times, I saw the ‘Rock Star’ looked down at us…well, at her…and smile. I knew what he was looking at and watching. As she jumped, those huge tits bounced around in that tight shirt. Several times during the show, I saw her take hold of the top of her shirt, between her tits, and pull it up, readjusting. I knew the ‘Rock Star’, who was looking right down her shirt, was getting a much better view than I was.
After the show, the ‘Rock Star’ went over to a booth next to the stage where he was selling his new CD and offering autographs. We stood in line.
“Hi,” he said to her, with a smile when we got to the front of the line. The ‘Rock Star’ completely ignored me.
“Hi,” she said, shyly. “Can you autograph a CD for me?”
“Sure,” he said, taking one and signing his name on it. “You are the one that was bouncing up and down in front of me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she said, happy that he recognized her.
He looked down at her tits. “You bounce very nice,” he said, smiling, and then looking back up into her eyes.
I interjected, “She does bounce nice. I’m pretty sure she would like you to sign them too.”
He got a surprised look on his face that was quickly replaced with a big grin. “Would you like that?” He looked back down at her tits.
“Yes,” she quickly answered. “I’d like that.”
The ‘Rock Star’ looked at me for a second, as if to size me up, and then said, “Well, I can’t do that here.” He reached down below the desk and pulled out a big card attached to a neck chain. “Here, this is a backstage pass. I’ll see you after I finish here.”
“Okay,” she said. “Thanks.” She turned excitedly and hugged me.
We went over to the bar and got a drink. “He only gave us one pass,” she said. “Is that okay?”
“Sure,” I said with a smile. “You go and have fun. I’m gonna stay out here and talk to James.”
The crowd cleared out and the ‘Rock Star’ got up from the desk and disappeared backstage. “Go on,” I told Carole.
She kissed me on the cheek and said, “Thank you.” I swatted her on the ass as she walked towards the backstage door.
Two huge Bouncers blocked the door. “Sorry, miss, no one is allowed.”
“I’m allowed,” Carole said, showing the Bouncer her pass.
One Bouncer gave her a knowing look, smiled and then let her through the door. “Wait,” he said, just as she got inside the door. She turned and looked questioningly at him. “I was told that groupies are not allowed to wear shirts backstage,” he smiled again and looked down at her chest. The other Bouncer rolled his eyes and smiled.
“Okay,” Carole said casually.
The Bouncer’s eyes went wide with surprise when Carole reached down and pulled her shirt up and off. She handed her shirt to him. “Oh my God, those are nice,” the Bouncer stared at my wife’s wonderful big naked tits. “Wow,” the other Bouncer said, and closed the door.
From the bar, I saw the Bouncer turn back around with his back against the door. He still had Carole’s shirt in his hand. He looked at it for a second, shook his head and smiled, and then balled it up and shot it, basketball-style, ten feet into a large garbage can.
When the venue was finally empty of fans, James walked up to me. “Hey, what’s going on?” He looked around. “Where is the wife?”
“Backstage,” I said with a smile, “getting an autograph.”
“You’re kidding,” James said, with a laugh. “You know who they are? You know their reputation? You know what they will do to her, right?”
“Yeah,” I said. “Sit down, keep me company while I wait.”
James laughed. “Sure,” he said. He called over to the bartender, “Bill, bring us a couple of whiskeys.”
He took the shot glass in his hand and held it up. “To Carole,” he toasted.
“To having a complete slut for a wife,” I responded.
Carole tried to walk down the long-crowded hallway. The place was wall to wall people. A man that was right in front of her turned and looked down. “Damn,” he said, looking down at her naked chest. “Come on in.” He put his arm over her shoulders and said, “You are exactly what I was looking for.”
“The ‘Rock Star’ told me to come back here to get an autograph,” Carole told the guy. “Do you know where he is?”
“Oh,” the guy said, with disappointment in his voice. “No, I don’t, but go all the way down the hall and it should be the room on the right. You’ll probably find him there.” Carole didn’t know it, but there were definite rules about what can happen with girls that were personally invited by the ‘Rock Star’. The guy licked his lips as he watched her turn and start down the crowded hall.
I know what the guy saw and what he was probably thinking. He was seeing the piece of ass of a lifetime walking away, but he knew he was not allowed…at least not yet. He watched her tight ass swing as she walked. Her tight jeans perfectly displaying her ass and legs.
A couple of feet down the hall, Carole ran into several other girls. They were surrounded by guys, all of them were drinking and laughing. The little group stopped and looked at her, shocked that she was walking around topless. “Where have those been all my life?” the man in front of her said with a smirk.
Carole stopped for a second, about to ask if they knew where the ‘Rock Star’ was, when a man came up behind her. Startled, she jumped when the man’s hands came around her and cupped her big tits. He looked over her left shoulder as he lifted them up and looked down at them. The man moved right up behind her, pushing his crotch into her ass. Even through both pairs of pants, she could feel he was hard. “Look at these fucking tits,” the guy said, still holding them in his hands. “These are amazing.”
“Thanks,” Carole said, with a smile, looking down at them. She brought her hands up and put them on her tits, covering her nipples. “I’m supposed to find the ‘Rock Star’.”
“Fuck,” the man said, letting go of her and turning her around to face him. “Well, tell him to save some for the rest of us, will ya?”
Carole just smiled at him. She knew what he meant and was excited about it.
“Well, there is no rule against, grabbing a feel,” another man said. He reached around and grabbed her tits and squeezed them hard, pushing his fingers deep into her tit-flesh. “These are awesome.” The man didn’t let go for a while, instead he rolled her big soft tits around in his hands.
Finally releasing her, the man turned back and looked at one of the other girls in the group. He reached over and ran his hand over her tits. “Well, anything more than a mouthful is wasted anyway,” he said, now fondling the girl’s small tit.
“The fuck it is,” said another guy, who put his arm over Carole’s shoulders. His hand dropped right down onto her tit and he took hold. “I can think of a million things to do with these big babies.” He paused and then looked down at Carole. “Come with me,” the guy said. “I’ll show you where the ‘Rock Star’ is.”
The man walked her slowly through the crowd in the hall. As they walked, the man continued to fondle her tits. Several times during the trip, the man stopped and allowed other men to grope her. Men grabbed her tits, ran their hands over her nipples, and grabbed her ass.
When they were just about to the other end of the hall, a man stepped right in front of her and yelled, “Oh my God.” The man that was escorting her, laughed and let go of her. The man in front of her yelled, “Fuck, your tits are perfect.” He then stepped forward, leaned down and took her left tit in his mouth.
Carole just stood there, smiling, as the man sucked on her nipple and squeezed her tit like he was milking it. The man didn’t stop nursing until the Escort said, “Stop it, dude, the ‘Rock Star’ is waiting for her.”
With a popping sound, the man finally released her nipple from his mouth. He looked down at her. “Thanks, baby,” he said, kissing her on the cheek. Then he looked at the Escort. “Man, they taste better than they look, if that is possible.”
Finally, the Escort got her to the end of the hall and into the room. Laying back on a large couch was a man that Carole recognized as a member of the band. The Musician had a shirt on, but wasn’t wearing any pants. Next to him on the couch was a young topless girl. She was a cute little blonde, with blue eyes and medium sized tits topped with small pink nipples.
The Musician looked up and Carole and the Escort, but didn’t say a word. Instead, he smiled at Carole and put his hand behind the other girl’s head. He pulled her head down into his lap. The girl giggled and took hold of his cock.
“Suck me, you stupid bitch,” the Musician said. She took his cock into her mouth and started blowing him. Then he looked up at Carole and smiled again. Then he looked at the Escort. “What?” he said, irritated.
“She is for the ‘Rock Star’,” the Escort told him. “You know where he is?”
“Leave her here,” the Musician barked at the Escort. “He’ll be out in a little while.” He patted the couch next to him. “Come here, darling, sit next to me.”
Carole sat down next to the man. The Musician looked over at Carole and smiled. Then he put his hand behind her neck and pulled her face over to his. For the next couple minutes, the two of them kissed as the other girl continued to suck the man’s cock. Carole could tell that the man was about to cum, so she pulled back and pulled his face between her tits. She stroked his hair as he moaned, his face buried between a wonderful pair of soft tits.
Carole looked down at the girl just as he started to cum. The man’s first blast made the girl gag and then cough up the cum. She pulled back and the next spurt shot up into the air, landing on her and the Musician’s legs.
“What the fuck?” he yelled angrily. He pushed the girl off the couch and onto the floor. He stood up and looked down at his sticky cum-covered thighs. “What the fuck?” he repeated. He reached down onto the couch and picked up the girl’s shirt. He started to wipe the cum off his legs with it.
Stunned the girl looked up at him as he yelled at her. Carole felt sorry for the poor thing.
“Johnny,” the Musician yelled. A huge muscular black Bouncer appeared. “Get her out of here. Take her to the other room. Get her away from me.”
The Bouncer smiled and bodily lifted the girl off the floor. He started to lead her away. “Wait,” the Musician told him. The Bouncer stopped and turned back around. The Musician walked up to the girl. He smiled at her with a cold-blooded smile and leaned down to kiss her. The girl was nervous and confused. “I forgive you,” the Musician said, looking down at the girl’s body. “Here, let me,” the Musician said. Reaching down, he unbuttoned the girl’s pants and then pushed them down. He pushed his thumbs under her panty waistband and pushed them down to the ground with her pants. She stepped out of them, as he pulled them away from her. “You won’t be needing these,” he told her, balling them up in a ball and throwing them against the wall. Then he pulled her up to him and grabbed both her ass cheeks. He whispered in her ear, “If there is anything left, I may have you give me some later.”
The Musician pushed her away from him and to the giant black man. “Start her off right,” he told the Bouncer.
The Musician walked back to Carole and said, “Looks like I need a quick shower. He’ll be right out. Wait here.” He left Carole sitting alone on the couch.
Carole watched the big Bouncer take the little naked blonde over to the corner of the room. He pushed her face up against the wall. A second later, he had her leaning against the wall with her hands up on the wall and her feet back and spread. The Bouncer then conducted what looked like a police search, except he spent most his time on her tits and with his fingers in the girl’s pussy.
The Bouncer unzipped his pants and pulled out a huge black cock. Carole watched as the Bouncer started to stroke his mammoth tool until it was standing straight up. Then the Bouncer looked down at the little blonde, who was trembling. The Bouncer took hold of the girl’s hips and pushed his cock right up against the small opening of her tight pussy. With one massive, uncaring, thrust the Bouncer buried his cock deep inside the small blonde.
The girl let out a loud cry. She acted like she was being split in two by the man’s gigantic cock. The Bouncer didn’t care about how she felt, he started to use the little bitch. He savagely fucked her for several minutes before he finally grunted loudly and rammed his cock all the way in. He held it there as he pumped his hot semen into her hole. He let himself relax before he finally pulled it out of her. Putting it away, he zipped up his pants, took her by the arm, and led her out of the room and down the hall.
Just then, the ‘Rock Star’ came out of a side room and walked over to Carole. He was wearing aa kimono and nothing else. When he saw her looking, he pulled the kimono open slightly, exposing himself to her. She looked down his body. He was fit for a man of his age. Carole thought he even looked a little sexy with his gray chest hair. She looked down at his long hanging cock and was not disappointed.
“You are even more beautiful like that,” he said, looking down at her. He sat down on the couch with her. “I wasn’t sure you were going to show up,” he said.
“Why?” she replied with a smile.
“Well, not many husbands would let their wives backstage, alone, with a rock band like us,” he laughed.
“Well, I want my autographs,” Carole said. Turning more towards him, she pushed her tits out towards him.
“You do, huh?” the ‘Rock Star’ said. “If I sign them, what will you do for me?”
“What do you want?” Carole said, in a quiet seductive voice.
“Hmm,” he said. “Let’s just see where it goes.”
Carole reached down into her one of her front pockets and pulled out a permanent marker. “Here,” she said. The ‘Rock Star’ took it from her and then she cupped both her tits in her hands and lifted them up and together.
“Where do you want me to sign?” he said, looking down at the wonderful display in front of him.
“Anywhere you want,” she replied.
“Okay,” he smiled. “Let me.” He pushed her hand away from her left tit and he picked it up with his own hand. He held it firm and she watched as he signed his autographed in large *********** across the top of her tit. “How is that?” he asked when he was done.
She looked up at him and casino siteleri smiled. “Great, thank you,” she said.
He didn’t let go of her tit. “You have probably the best set of tits I have ever signed.”
“Have you signed many?” Carole asked.
“Yeah, but not many like these. Your chest is the perfect canvas. I would love to paint it.” He squeezed her tit and pulled her up to him. Whispering now, he asked, “You know I am going to fuck you, right?”
“Yes,” she whispered back.
“Is that okay with you?”
“Yes. I want you to.”
“What about your husband?” the ‘Rock Star’ asked, lifting up her left hand and looking at her big diamond ring.
“What he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him,” she told him, wanting to sound naughty, but at the same time knowing that she already had my permission.
“Perfect,” the ‘Rock Star’ said, with a devious smile. He leaned in and they kissed. After several minutes of passionate kissing, he turned her away from him and pulled her back against his chest. He leaned them back on the couch. She turned her head to the side and they kissed again, as he started to grope her big tits.
A minute or so later, she looked forward again. A large crowd had moved up around them and were watching. “Tell them you want me to fuck you,” he whispered in her ear. “Tell them.” He obviously wanted witnesses to hear that she was willing.
Carole didn’t mind witnesses at all. She looked up into the faces of the crowd and announced, “I’m here to get fucked. I want ‘Rock Star’ to fuck me. I hope you all don’t mind.” She turned back to him and kissed him.
Voices in the crowd were mostly indiscernible, but Carole could pick out some words. She heard things like, “tits, ass, slut, wife, fuck…etc.” Being watched and being judged, called names, turned her on even more.
The ‘Rock Star’ whispered, “Good girl” into her ear and ran his right hand slowly down her stomach and inside her jeans. He brought his left hand around her head and grabbed onto her tit. He held it and squeezed.
Carole reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. The zipper opened by itself as he pushed his hand further down. Carole let out a gasp as he reached his target. “Oh, God,” she moaned. He pushed his middle finger up inside her and he started to flick her clit with his thumb.
“Damn, you are wet,” he said loud enough for the crowd to hear. “You ready to fuck, huh?”
“Oh, God, yes…” she moaned.
The ‘Rock Star’ pulled his hand back out and started to push her jeans and panties down. Carole lifted her ass off the couch and excitedly pushed them off. She put her butt back down and kicked her panties and jeans off her feet.
The ‘Rock Star’s’ hand went back to between her spread legs. Carole stared up into the faces of the crowd as he finger-fucked her. With two of his fingers buried in her snatch and his thumb rubbing her clit, Carole came to her first orgasm.
“Oh, God, yes…I’m cumming,” she gasped. Her body responded beautifully to the wave of orgasmic pleasure that swept over her. She looks amazing when she is cumming. I’m sure everyone in that audience would agree with me.
The murmur of the crowd got a louder. When she came back from her orgasmic cloud, she heard them say, “What a fucking slut.” “The bitch is a whore.” “I wonder if the dumb cunt knows how many times she is going to get fucked.” “She’s married too, I wonder if he knows.”
When she was done with her orgasm, the ‘Rock Star’ leaned back on the couch again, pulling her with him. He moved her around onto her knees next to him and then pulled her head down to his crotch. He pushed the kimono the rest of the way open, as Carole looked down at his hardening cock.
Carole was happy to see that the ‘Rock Star’ was well-endowed and even though surrounded by a bunch of gray hair, the thick cock stood tall and hard. Carole grabbed the base of his cock with her hand and pointed it up at her face. Carole opened her mouth and lowered her mouth onto it.
“Oh, yeah,” he mumbled as she took more and more of it into her mouth. Soon she was cupping and fondling his nuts as she deep-throated his entire shaft. At the same time, he pushed his hands under her hanging tits and groped her.
The spectators, now no longer quiet in their comments, gave a running commentary on her abilities.
“Look at the bitch take it all the way down her throat.” “The slut has skills.” “Looks like she’s done that before.” “I’d let her suck my dick.” “What a fine piece of ass.”
Not wanting to cum just yet, the ‘Rock Star’ pulled Carole up off his cock and said, “Climb on.” Carole spun around and threw her left leg over him. He took hold of her ass and pulled her down onto his hard cock. Carole moaned out loud as he slid it up inside her. “Can’t believe you are this tight,” he moaned. “Your pussy feels amazing. Fuck me, you little slut.”
Carole smiled at him and started to move her body up and down on his shaft. Then she leaned forward towards him and kissed him. After a minute or so, he pushed her back so she was sitting straight up again. His hands came off her ass and went to her big tits.
Carole, by now, was starting to feel another orgasm coming on. She sat down on him and started grinding. She brought her fingers down to her clit and started to rub it lightly in circles. Suddenly, she started to cry out, “Oh, God, yes…. oh, fuck…I’m cumming…oh, God…. fuck me…yes…”
The ‘Rock Star’ admired her as she reached a powerful climax. “That’s right, you whore, cum on me,” he encouraged. He enjoyed her look. Her face was beautiful…flush and looked completely defenseless. Her body vibrated as she came, her nipples hardening and pushing even further out. As soon as she was done quivering, he pushed her up, turned her around and brought her back down. “Do it again,” he told her.
Carole loved to perform in front of a crowd. She looked into the eyes of the crowd as she reached down and slowly started rubbing her overly sensitive clit. He ran his fingers up and down her spine as she got closer and closer to another massive orgasm. Everyone in the crowd smiled when Carole’s eyes went wide, her mouth dropped open, and her face went flushed. Started mumbling, “Oh, God…oh, fuck yes…yes…oh, fuck….” Her volume increased as she continued to announce…” I’m cumming…oh, fuck me…I’m cumming….”
When she came down off her high again, she heard the crowd saying, “The bitch has no shame.” “What a fucking whore.” “The whore has some great tits.”
The ‘Rock Star’ pushed her up off him and onto the couch next to him. He took hold of her and brought her around onto her hands and knees. Moving up behind her, he grabbed hold of her hips and shoved his big cock back inside her.
Carole’s eyes closed and her mouth opened. She gasped and started moaning, “Oh, yeah, fuck me…fuck me with that big dick…fuck me hard.”
Carole’s tits swung violently back and forth as the ‘Rock Star’ pounded into her from behind. She continued to moan as he fucked her.
A moment later, he started panting. She knew he was close. He pulled out of her and pushed her off the couch and onto the floor. He stood up. She quickly got to her knees and moved up to him. Taking his cock in her hands, she started pumping it and pointing it at her chest. “Oh, yes, you fucking whore…” he groaned and he exploded. Carole smiled down at the spurting cock as she pumped his hot sperm all over her chest.
He looked down at her and smiled. Proud of herself she grinned back up at him. Then she took his spent cock in her mouth and she sucked hard, pulling the last bits of cum out of his shaft. “Goddamn, you’re a fucking slut,” he said, making her grin even more. “I may want some more of that later,” he said, looking at the crowd. Then he turned and walked off, leaving her on the floor.
Still on her knees, Carole looked around at the crowd that was now closing in on her. She knew what was about to happen to her and she was excited about it. She was a veteran of many gangbangs and she loves them. She loves to pleasure men and a gangbang allows her to satisfy many. Not only that, she has a lot of fun herself.
On the floor still, Carole was quickly surrounded by the crowd of men. Hands came in from all directions and grabbed her big tits. A pair of hands came in and turned her face to one side. A big cock was pushed into her mouth. Someone else took hold of her hand and put it on a hard cock. She started to stroke it.
She couldn’t see who was doing what, there were so many men. Eventually, she was on her back on the floor. She had cocks in each hand, as men fondled and squeezed her tits. A man was face-fucking her, thrusting hard in and out of her mouth, and another had his (hers? She couldn’t see) face buried between her legs, a tongue was deep inside her wet pussy. A minute later she was gulping cum as the man pumped a huge load into her mouth.
Someone said something and she was pulled over on top of a man. She straddled him, letting him drive his cock up into her dripping wet pussy. Her tits swung over the man’s face as he started to fuck her. Lifting his head, he caught one of her nipples in his mouth and he sucked hard.
A hand came in from her side and groped her other tit.
Another man stepped in front of her and presented her with his cock. She took it into her mouth and sucked it down.
She heard, “Damn, what a sweet little whore.”
The man standing in front of her grabbed the back of her head and pulled it into his crotch, driving his cock into her throat. He exploded, pumping cum directly down her throat. She sucked it hard as he pulled it back out of her mouth.
She continued to ride the man under her as she looked around for the next man. She saw a man moving up behind her. Turning her head to look, she smiled at him as he lined his cock up with her puckered asshole. She stopped moving for a second to let him in.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” he moaned.
She gasped as he pushed his cock into her ass.
“I can feel it,” the man under her moaned. “Come on, you whore, keep moving…fuck me.”
“Fuck, her ass is tight,” the other man moaned. Carole started moving her body back and forth on the two cocks. Another man pushed his cock into her mouth. Carole was airtight.
Two hours and many men later, she was on her back on the floor. A man was on top of her, plowing into her. From her left side the face of the small blonde appeared. The girl was on her hands and knees and someone was pushing her over towards Carole. Her moving stopped when her face was directly over Carole’s. Carole looked up at the obviously worn out girl.
“Kiss her,” someone said. The girl leaned down and kissed Carole on the mouth. “Fuck, yeah,” the man said. The girl let out a gasp and began to move back and forth. The two girls kissed as they were both used. The girl was having a hard time concentrating on kissing Carole while she was being fucked by the man. The man was slamming into her so hard that he pushed the girl’s face passed Carole’s. Soon the blonde’s right nipple was directly over Carole’s face. Carole picked her head up slightly and sucked it into her mouth.
To her sides, Carole was vaguely aware of flashes coming from different directions. She was too busy to worry about it, but she suspected that pictures were being taken. That didn’t really bother her, though, she was used to it. She actually really liked it.
The man on top of her finished by spurting al over her stomach and getting up. Carole expected another man to climb on, but no one did. She looked around at all the satisfied faces as the blonde collapsed on the floor next to her.
“Kiss, you two,” a man instructed. The other girl didn’t move, but Carole rolled onto her side and started kissing the blonde girl. Cameras went off from all directions. Carole knew how to put on a show. She sat up, bringing the other girl with her and turned to face each other.
Carole leaned in and kissed the girl. The girl, not sure of herself, slowly started to kiss back. Carole scooted in closer to the girl. She brought her hands to the outside of the girl’s thighs and looked her in the face. “It’s okay,” she whispered. “Relax and enjoy it.” Carole kissed her on the mouth. She brought her hands up to the girl’s tits and started to gently rub her nipples. She could feel the tension start to leave the girl. Carole slowly brought her hand up to the girl’s head. Holding the sides of her head, Carole released her from the kiss and started to pull the girl’s face down.
The blonde resisted a little at first, but Carole kept moving her head. Carole brought the girl’s face down to her big soft tits and then stopped. She looked down at the girl’s face and whispered, “Go on, suck it. Do to me what you like done to you.” The blonde looked up at her and took her nipple into her mouth. “Yeah, that’s it,” Carole encouraged. A minute later, the girl had both hands-on Carole’s left tit and was delicately licking and sucking the nipple. “Oh, yeah,” Carole moaned. “You are good at that. Don’t stop.” All around them cameras snapped.
After the flurry of photographs being taken slowed, Carole pushed the blonde‘s head back and whispered, “My turn.” The girl smiled up at her and started to lean back. Carole helped her back, but continued to push her back until she was all the way back onto the floor. Carole smiled up at the girl and moved her head slowly down passed the girl’s tits, passed her stomach, only stopping when her face was hovering over the girl’s pussy.
The blonde looked a little panicked and reached down and put her hands-on Carole’s head. Carole, now on her knees and between the girl’s legs, brought her mouth up to the girl’s wet used pussy. The blonde gasped when Carole ran her tongue up between the girl’s lips. All around them, cameras went off again. The blonde got an amazed confused look on her face as Carole started eating her pussy. It wasn’t long before the little blonde was cumming on Carole’s tongue.
After guiding the girl through a massive orgasm, Carole moved up her body and laid down on top of her. The girl wrapped her arms around Carole and they kissed deeply.
Carole knew this is when the men around her would move back in and start fucking again, but that didn’t happen. Instead, the Rock Star walked up and took Carole’s hand. He lifted her to her feet then he grabbed the blonde’s arm and lifted her up. He took them both back over to the couch.
He put Carole down on her back and then pushed the blonde on top of her in a sixty-nine position. The blonde, still a little confused with her feelings about eating pussy, just looked down at Carole’s beautiful swollen pink pussy lips. Her mind was decided for her when the Rock Star put his hand on the back of her head and pushed it down into Carole’s crotch. Carole moaned, as the girl licked across Carole’s clit. She brought her hands up and cupped the blonde’s tits as the girl started to push her tongue into Carole’s sensitive pussy.
The Rock Star straddled Carole’s head. Looking up, Carole saw the Rock Star’s big dick pointing directly at the blonde’s pussy hole. But the Rock Star had other ideas first. He pushed his cock down and pushed it into Carole’s mouth. The man continued to push until his balls were resting on Carole’s nose and his cock head was in her throat. Then the Rock Star pulled all the way out of Carole’s mouth and directly into the blonde’s pussy.
The girl moaned as the Rock Star fucked her fast. After only another minute, he pulled out of the blonde and shoved it back down Carole’s throat. A couple thrusts later, it was back in the blonde. The Rock Star continued the pattern for quite a while. The more he fucked the blonde, the wetter she got. Pussy juice dripped on Carole’s face.
It wasn’t long before the man was ready to burst. He pulled his cock out of the blonde and, pointing it at her ass, he started stroking it. The man’s cock exploded, sending blast after blast of hot white sticky cum onto the blonde’s ass. Cum dripped down onto Carole’s face.
The Rock Star slapped the girl’s ass and said, “You aren’t done. Make the bitch cum. Eat that pussy.” He stepped back to watch. Carole immediately felt the blonde’s tongue in her pussy. Figuring she would help the girl out; Carole brought her hand up to her pussy and started rubbing her clit. A minute later, Carole was howling, “Oh, God yes…that’s good…oh, I’m cumming…oh, yessss.”
The blonde got up and looked down at Carole. She had a giant smile on her face. Carole smiled back up at her.
About this time, I was still sitting out at the bar with James. Some guy comes out from backstage and sits down next to us. “Holy shit,” the guy stammers. “Why aren’t you guys in there? The bitches are fuckin’ hot.”
“Why?” James asked, pretending not to know. “What’s going on?”
“A fuckin’ gangbang, man. There’re two bitches in there getting the shit fucked out of them. Started with more girls, but now down to just two.” The guy smiled. “The big titted one, I fucked twice myself.”
James turned to me, “You probably ought to go get your wife while there is anything left.” He laughed.
The guy almost spit out his drink. “Your wife?” He blinked and stuttered, “You know what they are doing to her in there?”
“They?” I said, standing up. “You just said you fucked her twice.” I walked towards him.
“I’m sorry, dude,” he said. “I didn’t know she was your wife. Besides, she wanted it. She even asked me to fuck her in the ass. I’m sorry…”
I laughed. “No worries,” I said. “I know how she is.” I patted the guy on canlı casino the shoulder. He sighed in relief. “I’ll go get her,” I told James and walked to the backstage door.
There was no security by now, I just walked right in. I walked down the hall and into the room at the far end. The party was wrapping up. The place was almost empty. On the couch sat the Rock Star with the blonde sucking on his cock. “Where’s my wife?” I asked him with a smile. He nodded to his left. “She do alright?”
He laughed and said, “She is amazing. Even taught this one to like the taste of pussy.”
I looked over in the corner of the room and found her. She was on the floor, with a couple guys still sitting around her. She was just lying there, her eyes closed, letting the men fondle her big tits.
I paused for a moment, admiring the view. She looked amazing. She always does, but especially after she has been fucked long and hard by multiple men. She looked totally peaceful and at ease…satisfied. She was comfortable being naked and groped by strangers. I smiled to myself seeing how much dried cum she had all over her body. I knew as much as she had on her, she had more in her. It was a successful night so far.
“Excuse me, gentlemen,” I said. “I think it’s time I took my wife out of here.” The men around her quickly scattered and left. “Come on, you stupid whore,” I said loud enough for people to hear. “Let’s go.” I grabbed her arm and led her out of the room and down the hall. She was still naked when I walked her up to James at the bar.
“Hi, beautiful,” James said with a smile, when we walked up. He was, of course, right. She was beautiful. Especially with that just been fucked look about her. She stood there, in front of him, letting him look at her naked body. He liked what he saw and she liked him looking.
He looked at me and then back at her. “So, if you are going to come home with me for the weekend, you need to go clean up. You have cum and…sex…all over you,” he laughed. He handed her a bar towel and sent her to the bathroom to clean up.
“I hope you don’t mind,” James said to me after she left.
I chuckled. “Not at all. I get to bang that pussy any time I want. Nice to be able to share her. Good to keep her workin’.”
She came back out, still naked, and walked over to us. James patted his leg and she sat down. We had another round, talking about business and good times. While we did, Carole sat with her arm over his shoulders. He put his arm around her waist, resting his hand on her hip. Every now and then, James took his cold beer bottle and put it up against one of her nipples. The cold made them react immediately, poking out beautifully.
“God, those babies are nice,” he told her, looking down at her protruding nipples, and then he kissed her. “I’m gonna have fun with you all weekend.”
“I hope so,” she whispered back. “You know how much I love sex.”
I was tired, so I excused myself. “Time for me to go home,” I said, standing up from the barstool. “You kids have fun. Call me Sunday afternoon and I’ll come by and pick her up.”
“Thanks, man,” James said, shaking my hand.
I left the building and got into my car. Before I drove off, however, I saw James and Carole coming out of the front door. She was still naked. There were still several people in the parking lot watching as he led her to his car. He made her stand there as he went around to his side, opened his door got in and then unlocked her door. She opened her own door and got in. As they drove passed me, she saw me, smiled, and waved.
As they drove down the street, James looked over at my naked wife and said, “Damn, I can’t wait.” He reached over and pinched her left tit.
Carole gave him a huge smile and said, “You can’t huh?” She leaned over into his lap and started to unzip his pants.
“Oh, God,” he moaned, lifting his ass up and letting her pushed his pants down far enough to release his hardening cock. Carole took hold of the base of his shaft and brought her mouth down over the head. “Damn, that’s good,” he moaned. She sucked the hard, stiff cock into her wet soft mouth. James reached around her body and took hold of her big tit and rolled it in his hand as she blew him.
Carole is experienced and skilled at giving road-head. She knows how to stay out of the way of the steering wheel and not impede the man’s ability to drive, but at the same time, she is amazingly talented at making the man get maximum enjoyment from it. She can always keep you from cuming too soon. She skillfully will suck and fondle, keeping you excited, hard and feeling wonderful the entire time. Unless, of course, you want to cum. Then she will swallow every drop.
For the entire ride home, she sucked James’ cock.
He pulled into his garage and closed the garage door. She sat up and looked around as he zipped his pants back up and got out. She got out of the car and followed him into the house. As soon as they were inside the house, he turned and pulled her up close to him. He kissed her as she unbuttoned his shirt. She pushed it back off his shoulders and it fell to the floor. Next were his pants and underpants. Soon, they stood naked kissing with their naked bodies touching.
He broke free and took her by the hand. Keeping her in front of him, he pushed her passed the living room and towards the upstairs bedroom. James was so close behind her that his hard cock was between her ass cheeks as they slowly walked up the stairs. Halfway up the stairs, however, Carole stopped and bent over. “Fuck me here. I don’t want to wait,” she said, turning her head and looking back at him. She put her hands on the stairs in front of her.
James took hold of her hips and shoved his cock right up into her soft wet pussy. Carole let out a gasp and moaned, “Oh, God yes. Fuck me with that big dick. God, I love it. I love you fucking me.” She pushed her ass back, rythmically, meeting his thrusts.
“You love anyone fucking you, don’t you, you fucking whore,” he gasped, slamming into her from behind.
The movement of his cock was driving her to the edge, but over it. In a bent over position she could not cum. “Oh, God,” she moaned. “Fuck me hard. God, this is good.” Her eyes were squinched closed in concentration. Her body shook as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. She collapsed, putting her elbows on the steps. In this position, her nipples rubbed across the carpeted stairs as the swung back and forth with the impact. The added stimulation was driving her even crazier.
“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” James muttered. He started to pant as he thrust faster into her. “Ugh,” he grunted as he filled her wet hole with his cum.
“Oh, God,” Carole moaned, feeling his cock swell and spurt. “Yes…that’s good…oh, yeah…”
She let him finish and settle down before she moved. Then she turned around and sat down on the stairs. He walked up a couple steps and she took his spent cock into her mouth. She took it all the way in before sticking out her tongue and licking his balls. He looked down, watching her suck his cock, still wet with her own pussy juice. “I’ve wanted to do that all night. Since I saw you. You are such a fucking slut.” He smiled at her, letting her clean his cock with her mouth.
He led her the rest of the way to the bedroom. He climbed onto the big bed and fell back onto his back. She stood at the side of the bed and waited. He just looked at her. “Well?”
“Sir, please allow me to join you in bed,” she asked, subserviently.
He laughed. ‘I forgot, you are a sex slave.” He paused. “Ok, you can join me, but only if you suck my dick.”
“Thank you,” she said with a big grin. “I would love to suck your dick.”
He watched as she got on the bed with him and moved down between his spread legs. On her knees, she took his spent cock in her hand and brought it up to her face. She looked up at him. Her big beautiful brown eyes sparkled and she smiled.
“Thank you for letting me suck your dick,” she said. “I love the taste of your cum.” She sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue worked magic as she sucked him. She would take it all the way in her mouth and then tongue his balls, or she would lick up and down the shaft, spending extra time on the hole in the tip. It wasn’t long before it was getting hard again. She took it out of her mouth and slapped it against her face. “Do you want me to finish like this, or do you want to fuck me again?”
He waved her up towards him. “Come here,” he said with a smile. “I want some more of that slut pussy.”
She moved up his body. He closed his legs and she straddled him. “Ride me, bitch,” he told her as she lowered herself onto his thick stiff prick.
“Oh, that is good,” she moaned, sitting all the way down on it. “Thank you for fucking me.”
“Shut up and ride me,” he said. “Let me see those tits.”
Carole pushed herself up, fully extending her arms. Her tits still rested on his chest, but they moved a lot more as she started to work his cock with her pussy. With both her hands down on the bed she couldn’t finger her clit, so she started to grind on him. She rotated her hips, pulling him out and then pushing him back in, and at the same time rubbing her clit on him.
James took hold of her right tit with both his hands and brought the nipple up to his mouth. She looked down into his eyes as he sucked her nipple into his mouth and then bit lightly on it. As he sucked on it, he rolled the tit in his fingers like he was milking her.
Carole started to grind harder and faster as she got closer to climax. “Oh, God,” she started to moan over and over. “Sir,” she gasped, “May I cum…please…please…Oh, God.”
He looked up at her face. She was staring down at him with a desperate look on her face. “Cum,” he said.
She burst. “Oh, fuck yes…” she moaned. “Oh, God…ahhhhh.”
James felt her pussy quiver and tighten around his cock, pulsating as she was overcome by waves of tingling pleasure. The nipple in James’ mouth hardened even more. He bit it and she groaned.
“Do it again,” James told her
Fifteen minutes later, Carole was still on top of him cumming. James knew of her abilities and that she was multi-orgasmic and could have one after another for an extended period. So, he just watched, letting her do all the work and watching her cum over and over again. He admired her beautiful face and the orgasmic pleasure that showed on it. The world around her was gone. Her orgasm overtook everything.
He especially liked her tits rubbing across his chest, moving seductively as she rode him. Just as she reached the height of orgasm, he would take hold of her tit and slap her nipple with an open flat hand. Each slap sent her even higher into orgasmic bliss.
Eventually, he got tired of watching her cum. By then, she was panting and was covered with sweat. She was ready for his turn as well. He pulled her down onto him and then turned over. On top of her now, he increased speed, slamming hard into her. She looked up into his face and panted, “Fuck me, baby. Fuck my slut pussy. Cum in me…cum in me.”
He did. “Oh, fuck,” he cried out as he exploded inside her. “Oh, fuck that’s good.”
Still inside her, he collapsed on top of her. They both fell asleep, still connected.
The next morning, James got up and put on a pair of shorts. He was cooking breakfast when Carole wondered out. She looked wonderful. She had put on a pair of his boxers but was wearing nothing else. She smiled at him and said, “Thanks for last night. It was wonderful.”
“Which part? The concert, backstage after the concert, or the sex with me?” He grinned.
“All of it,” she said. “You are great in bed.”
“That is quite a complement coming from someone with your…ah…experience,” he laughed, flipping the pancakes over.
“I have enough experience to know the good ones from the bad ones,” she said.
“Come here,” he waved her over. He pulled her in close, loving the feeling of her tits pushed up against his naked stomach. He kissed her passionately on the mouth. “Well, we still have a lot more time before you have to go home,” he said.
“So, maybe I can have some more of that big dick of yours,” she said, looking up at him.
“Only if you’re lucky,” he replied with a grin.
“I hope I’m lucky,” she responded.
They had breakfast. While they ate and chatted, he admired the slut that sat across from him. She saw him trying to look at her tits, which were partially obscured by the table. She was sitting comfortably, slouching slightly, and with the plate and water glass in front of it, Carole’s tits were not in full view. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’ve forgotten my place.” She sat up straight, moved the glass to one side and the plate further in on the table. Then she lifted both her tits up, scooted right up to the table and then laid them down on the table. “Please, forgive me,” she said, lowering her face. “You have made me so comfortable that I have completely lost my mind. Please forgive me.”
James smiled and admired her big tits laying on the table. “We’ll see about that,” he said, trying to pretend to be tough and mad. They both knew it was an act. “Why don’t you clean this up and I’ll think about what you need to do to repay me.”
“Yes, sir,” she said. She got up and collected all the dirty dishes and took them into the kitchen.
He gave her a minute and then he followed her in. As she stood cleaning the dishes in the sink, he came up behind her and pushed his crotch into her ass. Reaching around, he grabbed hold of both her big tits and squeezed them. She stopped moving and let him do what he wanted. “Oh, yeah,” she purred. “Do me with that big cock of yours. Please fuck me…”
“When you are done, I’ll be waiting on the couch.” He turned and walked off. “And you better be naked when you get there,” he said, as he left the room.
She finished the dishes, dropped the boxers she was wearing and walked out of the kitchen. She smiled when she saw James, naked on the couch slowly stroking his huge hardon.
“Come over here, you dumb whore,” he told her. “Sit on this, I want to fuck you.”
She quickly walked over and straddled him. She reached down and guided his big cock up into her wet pussy. “Oh, God yes…,” she cooed, as she slowly sat down on it. “God is it big.” She sat all the way down on it, then she started back up.
She reached down to start rubbing her clit. He grabbed her hand. “No,” he said. “You are not allowed to cum until I say so. Now, concentrate on what you are here for. Make me cum.”
Carole leaned forward, pushing her tits into James’ face, and started to ride him. She didn’t mind at all that he told her not to cum. She loves being controlled, it makes her even more excited and when she does finally cum it is much more intense.
Carole was an expert at sex and it wasn’t long before she got him to the edge. He took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked hard, panting at the same time, as he released his seed up into her. She moaned, “Oh, God yes. I can feel you cum. God, that’s great. It’s so hot…”
She climbed off him and got down onto the floor between his legs. She took his wet, still twitching, cock into her mouth and sucked every last drop out of it. Finally done, she rested her head down on his thigh and looked up at him. He petted her head, running his fingers through her hair.
“Got a personal question for you,” he said. “How did you become such a slut? Were you always like this?”
“Well, you know my Husband sent me to training right after we were married, right?”
“Yeah, but how did he know?”
She smiled. “I have always been like this,” she told him. “My dad figured out that I was just like my mom. She was a nymphomaniac. He found out about me when I was in ninth grade.”
“Did he fuck you?”
“Yes. He and my brothers taught me a lot,” she grinned.
“That’s awesome,” James said. “So, your husband knew all along, then?”
“Yeah, he’s very smart. He told me he knew it before we were married.”
“I guess he doesn’t mind you fucking everybody then.”
“Why would he? It’s just sex,” she replied. “He says it is something I was made for and good at. He said he didn’t want to be greedy.”
“Yeah, he tells me he is proud of me and wants to show me off and show off my abilities and talents,” she grinned.
“And you like that?”
“God, yes I do.”
“You don’t mind being his whore?”
She laughed. “No. Why would I? He is my husband. He loves me and I love him. Silly.” She noticed that his cock twitched when he called her a whore. “You don’t think I’m a good whore?” she asked, moving her chin right up next to his cock and looking up at him. “I’ve been told I am a lot. A whore, a slut, cum-guzzler,” she laughed. “My husband told me that I am too good of a slut not to share. That’s why he wants me to do stuff like dance naked at his friend’s strip club. He says he likes all those men to see my tits and see me naked. He likes his friends to see me, touch me, fuck me. He likes to have me fucked by other men…like you. He likes to watch me being used and abused. He knows I can’t say no to a big hard cock.”
She smiled to herself as James’ cock twitched again and continued to get harder.
“He knows I am a nymphomaniac and that I love being fucked. He knows I love the taste of cum. He knows I am a whore…his whore…and your whore.” She kissed the shaft of his prick. “Do you want to show me to your friends, too? Let them see my tits. Play with them? Do you want me to fuck kaçak casino all your friends, too? They can do whatever they want to me…anything…” She kissed his cock again.
He just looked down at her, amazed and excited, but didn’t say a word.
She got a feigned sad look on her face, sticking her bottom lip out, and said, “Did I disappoint you? I will try harder if you want. Please, tell me what you want.” She started to slowly massage his stiff cock with her hand.
“I want to fuck you,” he said, staring down at her. “I want to fuck you real bad.”
“Then come on,” she said with a smile. “Stick this big dick in me.”
James stood up and walked around behind her. He pushed her forward onto her hands and then grabbed her hips and pulled them up. He mounted her from behind.
“Oh, God yes,” she sighed, turning her head to look at him. “I love your hard cock in me. Fuck me…fuck me hard.”
He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled it back as he slammed into her soft wet pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned. “Fuck me like the whore that I am. I love it…fuck me…”
His pace quickened and his panting increased until he thrust hard and held it there, deep inside her. He grunted and released his seed. “Fuck, that’s great,” she gasped. “I can feel you cum inside me. Oh, yeah…give it to me.”
He pulled out and fell back on the couch. She quickly spun around and took his still wet, twitching, cock into her mouth and sucked it hard.
“I love the taste of your cum,” she said, releasing his dick from her mouth. She looked him in the eyes and licked her lips. “What do you want to do to me now?”
“Give me a minute,” he laughed, still breathing heavily. He thought for a second and then said, “Hand me my phone.”
James made two phone calls to guys he called his “brothers.” Both the calls were the same, quick and to the point. “Come over right now, I got something to show you,” he told them. After he hung up, he told Carole. “Go take a shower and clean up.”
Carole took her time. She wanted everything to be perfect. She spent the most time on her hair, making sure it was completely dry and in place. She had also decided that she was going to stay in there until she was called. She wasn’t exactly sure what James wanted, but she had a good idea. She was going to be shown off and probably group fucked.
“Carole, get in here,” she finally heard James yell from the living room. When she walked out, she still had a big towel wrapped around her perfect body. She never looked up. Instead, she walked out like she had been trained…looking down at the floor, head bowed. When she got to the center of the floor, she stopped, stood still and waited. She heard three men talking, including James, but she didn’t look up.
“She is the wife of a friend of mine,” James said.
“Married pussy is the best,” one of the other men said.
“Young married pussy,” the other added.
“So, her husband just let you have her?” the first man said.
“Yeah, he pimps the bitch out for fun,” James said.
“Nice,” one of the men said. “Uses his wife’s ass as a money-maker.”
“Yeah, when he married her, he knew she was a whore so he is just keeping it like he found it,” James said.
“Yup, and then, right after the honeymoon, he sent her to slut training,” James laughed. “She’s been a sex slave ever since. He still pimps her out, but he also gives her to his friends. She is mine for the whole weekend. Her husband told me I could do whatever I wanted to her. Apparently, he is mad at her and said I should abuse the bitch.” He laughed.
“That’s awesome,” one of the men said.
“Yeah, my wife would never do anything like that,” the other added. “She’s a terrible fuck. Too worried about how her hair looks. The bitch.”
“Well, do we get to see her?” the other man asked.
“Carole,” James said, “drop the towel.”
Carole, still not looking up, pulled the towel open, completely exposing her naked body and then slowly dropped it to the floor.
“Oh, fuck yes,” one of the men said. “This is going to be great. What a body. Look at those big fuckin’ tits.”
“Who gives a shit about big floppy tits?” the other man argued. “Turn around and show me that ass.”
Carole obediently turned.
“That’s what I want right there,” the man said. She heard and felt him approach her from behind. She jumped slightly when the man’s hand slapped and then grabbed her butt. He leaned in and asked softly, “You like it up the ass?” He didn’t wait for the answer. “Doesn’t matter, that’s how you are going to get it from me….and I’m gonna do it dry.”
The man turned and asked James, “Where can I take the slut?”
James pointed at one of the spare bedrooms and said, “Right over there.”
The man roughly grabbed Carole’s arm and dragged her into the room. The man shoved her face first onto the bed. Carole didn’t move. She was bent over with her legs off the side of the bed. She heard the man unzip his pants. “Spread your cheeks, bitch,” the man said, sounding a little frantic. “Yeah, there it is,” he said, looking down at Carole’s puckered asshole.
“Oh, God,” Carole gasped loudly, lifting her head up off the bed, as the man rammed his long fat cock directly up her tight ass. The man grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. She started her telltale butt-fuck squeal as he started to slam his cock into her ass.
“Shut the fuck up and take it, you whore,” he told her. He reached around, grabbed her throat and squeezed. Choking her, he fell forward on top of her, pushing her back down onto the bed. He started groaning in her ear as he continued to fuck her ass. “Take it, you fucking slut,” he moaned into her ear. “God, I love a tight ass.”
Carole knew what the man wanted, she started to whimper as if she was in pain or distress. The truth was, however, she was fine with what he was doing. She actually liked the fact that the man thought he was abusing her against her will. She always loved being the subject of a man’s lust and she actually enjoyed being called names and being abused like this. Playing it up, Carole started to plead with the man. “Please,” she begged, “It hurts. You are too big. Oh, please, not so deep.”
“Shut up, slut,” the man gasped in her ear. “I’m gonna cum in your ass…and you are gonna like it.” He started pounding faster into her. “Tell me you want me to cum inside you…tell me,” the man almost yelled into her ear.
“Uh,” Carole moaned. “Please cum in my butt.”
“Beg me for my cum,” the man groaned.
“Please, cum in me,” she pleaded. “Please, cum in my ass. I want to feel you fill me with your hot cum.”
The man exploded. “Oh, fuck,” he gasped.
“Yeah, baby, I can feel it,” Carole moaned.
Sweating and panting, the man collapsed on top of her. When he finally got off of her, she got to see what he looked like. The man was on the shorter side…muscular but not overly so. He had a mustache and short brown hair, that was now disheveled.
The man smiled down. “You are one nasty little bitch,” the man said, standing next to the bed and zipping his pants up. He turned and left the room.
A minute later, the door opened again and in walked a tall, thin, black man. He was bald had very dark shiny skin.
“I love ruining young white married pussy,” the man said, pulling his t-shirt up over his head. Carole liked what she saw. His chest was chiseled and muscular, and had a six-pack abdomen. He dropped his shirt onto the floor and then started to unzip his pants. “Get down here,” he told her. “I want to show you something.”
Carole eagerly got down onto the floor, on her knees, right in front of him. He dropped his pants. Carole gasped when she saw it. She had seen bigger, but not many. The man’s cock was long and fat with thick bulging veins all over it. “You like it don’t you?” he said, smiling.
He walked up closer to her and lifted it with his hand. With her looking directly up at him, he dropped his cock onto her face. It was longer than her head was tall. He moved it forward and back, letting his big hairless ball sack slap against her chin.
He looked down at her, her face half covered by his dick, and said, “When I’m done with you, you’ll never want to go back to your wimpy dick husband.”
She didn’t say anything, but she knew that I (her husband) was even bigger than the black man and that, while she was going to really enjoy the man’s big cock, nothing was going to change the way she thought about me.
“You know what they say, ‘Once you go black, you never go back’,” the man said with a smile. “Have you ever had a black man before?” he asked.
“No,” she lied. She had, but not many.
“Well, I’m gonna burst that cherry,” he said. “Open your mouth.”
Carole leaned back slightly and, leaving her hands down by her side, she opened her mouth and let the man push his big cock into it. She started into the man’s eyes as she closed her lips around the big black bulbous head. Her cheeks collapsed as she sucked hard. At the same time, her tongue danced around the hole in the end of his cock.
“Oh, yeah, this is going to be good,” the man said, smiling down at her. “Come here,” he said, backing up and sitting on the bed. “Let me get comfortable.” He moved up onto the bed, bunching the pillows under his head so he could look down at her. She followed him up onto the bed and moved between his spread legs. He put his hands behind his head and watched.
Carole took the base of his huge hard cock in her left hand, making sure the man could see her wedding ring, and started running her mouth and tongue up and down the long thick shaft. She could feel the protruding veins as her tongue moved over them. She knew she was going to really enjoy this. She knew those veins would feel great moving in and out of her pussy.
When her mouth got to the head of his cock again, she sucked it back in her mouth. Carole continued to take cock into her mouth until she was about halfway down.
“That’s right, baby, suck that black cock,” the man moaned. He reached down with his left hand and grabbed her tit. He lifted it in his hand and squeezed. “Fuck these tits are great,” he said, appreciatively.
Carole brought her head up to a point that only the head of his cock was still in her mouth. She paused for a couple seconds, allowing him better access to her chest, then she moved her mouth back down his shaft, letting the head hit the back of her throat before she stopped.
“Oh, yeah,” he moaned, “suck it, you fucking whore.”
Then, Carole did something that surprised him. She opened her throat more and pushed her face down further. “Fuck, yeah” the man groaned. Carole continued to push his cock down her throat until her nose pushed down on his balls.
The man starred down in amazement as Carole held steady, her throat pulsating around his cock. The man’s hand left her tit and came up to her throat. He wrapped his fingers around her neck and could feel his cock move inside it as Carole came back up for air.
Carole took two quick breaths and then deep-throated the giant cock a second time. “Fuck, that’s good,” the man said, still staring in disbelief. No one had ever done that to him before. He was astonished at her skill.
The man could only take a couple more of Carole’s deep dives before he knew he was going to cum. But he didn’t want to cum so quick, so he pulled her head off his cock. “Come here,” he said, pulling her face up to his. When she was on top of him, he rolled her over onto her back. Then he gathered up her legs and, hooking his arms behind her knees, he brought them up.
Without a word, he starred down at her face as he moved his cock up to the entrance of her pussy. Slowly, he pushed forward. Carole let out a loud gasp as the big black cock head pushed its way inside her young pink pussy.
“Oh, God, it’s big,” she moaned. “Oh, God…God…”
He continued to slowly push his cock into her, penetrating her deeper and deeper.
Carole continued to moan, “Oh, God, it’s too big…it’s huge…it’s too big…oh, God.”
The man didn’t stop is insertion until he was ball deep inside her. Then he stopped and held still. “I love tight young married white pussy,” he said, smiling down at her. “You like it too, don’t you?”
“Oh, God, yes,” she admitted quietly.
“Now, I’m gonna fuck your pussy hard,” he said. “When I’m done with it, your husband won’t be able to touch both sides at the same time. He pulled back until only half of his cock was inside her and then SLAMMED down into her.
“Ahhh,” Carole cried out.
The muscular black man pulled back again and then drove back in. He continued to smile as he watched her tits move in waves from the impacts. The man pounded into her at a faster and faster pace. Carole’s mouth opened and her eyes crossed, as she continued to moan in pleasure.
Eventually, she sensed the man’ climax approaching. She starred up into his face and saw the look she knew so well. His eyes opened and he looked down at her. In almost a panic, he pulled his huge cock out of her and pushed her legs down. He quickly rushed up her body, bringing his cock up to her stomach. She took hold of her tits, giving him a target, just as he burst.
Cum flew up across her tits and splashed up her face. She opened her mouth just in time to catch the next hot splash of sperm. He continued to pump his cock, shooting a huge amount of hot white cum all over her tits, chest, neck, face and hair. She was shocked at the amount the man produced.
When he finally stopped spurting, he smiled down at her, seeing how much cum was all over her. She brought her hand up to her face to wipe some out of her eye. “Don’t you dare,” he scolded her. “I like you just the way you are, you fucking whore.” He pointed at the wedding ring on her finger. “I especially like that,” he laughed, pointing at the huge glob of cum that was stuck to her wedding ring.
He got up off the bed, leaving her lying there with cum all over her. She watched, admiring his big hanging cock, as the man picked up his pants and put them back on. “Come on,” he said, after he put his t-shirt on. With a wave he made her follow him out into the living room.
James and the other man laughed when they saw her. She was a complete mess. She had cum from the top of her head to her stomach. One eye was completely glued shut. Cum dripped off her chin and off her tits.
“A true cum whore,” the other man said, mockingly. “I bet her pussy wasn’t as tight as her ass.”
“Well, there is no way it is now,” the black man said, slapping Carole on the ass. “Next time, I think I might bust that wide open as well.”
“Well, time for you gents to leave,” James said. “I need some ‘Me’ time with the slut.”
Without too much ceremony, the two men got up, shook James’ hand and left. James made Carole stay in the living room long enough for him to take a bunch of photographs of her cum covered body, before sending her to the bathroom to clean up.
When she was done with her shower, she found him already in bed. After joining him and giving him a blowjob, they both went to sleep.
I knocked on his door the next morning. He met me at the door, wearing only a robe, still half-asleep. He let me in. He left me in the kitchen and told me he’d be right back. A couple minutes later, he returned, and with my wife in tow.
Carole, of course, was naked. “Hi, baby,” I said, pulling her in to me and leaning down to kiss her. “You look wonderful.” I ran my hand over her naked ass as we hugged. “Have fun?”
“Yes,” she said, looking up at me with a smile. “Thank you.”
James started the coffee. When he turned towards us, his robe fell open, exposing him. I saw Carole look and smile.
“Like that cock, do you?” I laughed.
“Mmhmm,” she said, without turning her eyes away.
“Well, go show him how much you like it,” I told her, pushing her towards James.
Carole moved over to James and then fell to her knees in front of him. “Please, sir, may I suck your cock?” she asked, looking up at him.
“Only if you swallow my cum,” he replied with a smile.
She immediately took hold of his cock and said, “I promise.”
I made myself a cup of coffee and then stripped down naked, waiting for my turn.
James, by now, had his hands on the back of my wife’s head and was savagely face-fucking her. Carole had happily relinquished control over to him and had her hands behind the small of her back. James grunted and buried his cock in her mouth. I watched as her neck expanded, swallowing his load, as he shot his cum down her throat.
As soon as he was done with her, Carole got down on all fours and crawled over to me. “Please, sir, may I suck your cock?” she repeated, looking up at me.
I didn’t bother to reply. Instead, I pulled her face into my crotch. A couple minutes later, I added my cum to the collection already in her stomach.
After breakfast, James and I went out to the living room and sat on the couch, while Carole cleaned up the kitchen. When she was done, she joined us on the couch, sitting between us. When she sat down, she spread her legs, locking a leg over one of ours. Then she leaned back and put a hand around each of our cocks. She started to fondle us, rubbing up and down the shafts.
James closed his eyes and enjoyed her hand while, at the same time, reached over and started rubbing her clit. He must have been good at it because Carole started moaning softly. A minute later, both James and I had fingers in her and she was shuddering through a massive orgasm.
The rest of the day we spent lazing around the house, keeping Carole naked and sampling her whenever we wanted. I took her home that night…
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