by Alina Sawyer
Derek soon told us to stand up, I soon found myself pinning Sue against Derek as we took turns kissing her. Sue held each of our cocks in her hands and soon demanded more. I instantly lifted Sue into my arms and let her slide onto my cock, Derek disappeared from my view and I continued to fuck Sue in my arms. Suddenly Derek reappeared and positioned himself behind Sue, who was now riding me hard with her head on my shoulder. Derek grasped one of Sue's breasts and pulled me out of her, before thrusting into her, slapping his hips into her ass and pushing her head into my shoulder. He then took Sue out of my arms and held her in front of me; his cock still deep in her pussy. Sue beckoned me forward as she wrapped her legs around me, rubbing my cock on her clit and savouring the last inch of Derek's cock before it slipped free; finally leaving me to make love with my own girlfriend.
I pinned Sue's hands to Derek and began to thrust hard, grasping at her firm bum cheeks as she moaned in my ear. I then pulled Sue into my arms and carried her to the bed where I placed her onto all fours; I eased into her wet bare pussy and began to thrust into her. Sue looked over her shoulder at Derek to seductively call him over with her finger. He obeyed and climbed onto the bed, kissing with his tongue and stroking her soft face. Sue reached out and pulled his cock into her mouth, massaging his balls and sucking deep and fast.
I pulled out and slipped under Sue, letting her mount me and ride my cock to orgasm; she began to ride me, using my pelvic bone to stimulate her clit whilst frantically sucking Derek's cock. I felt her tighten on my cock as I reached climax, reaching up to pull her down onto me harder; we both began to orgasm together and I came hard inside her tight pussy. As I looked up, Derek was also cumming over Sue's face and into her willing mouth before she finally collapsed onto me.
The End.
Barry Gets What He Wants
Barry was excited. She was leaving again. He'd have time to himself again to be able to do things that she couldn't when she was home. Mainly he would surf the internet for sites that showed women taking control of and giving it to their men. The thought always excited him, but he never dared bring it up to Danielle, she was far too vanilla for things like that. She would barely change sexual positions in bed. Getting her to wear something sexy was next to impossible.
After she left Barry watched out the window to make sure she was gone before he went to get his hidden box. After waiting more than enough time for her to be well down the highway he moved to where he had his stash hidden, the garage. After grabbing the box he hurriedly rushed back into the living room, where the computer was so he could pull up the website he used as visual inspiration. Grabbing a bottle of lubrication and the dildo he had in the box he began to stroke and lube the dildo up, preparing to use it on himself. The dildo was moderately sized, only about 5 inches long and about an inch thick and was his warm up for the larger one and the vibrator still in the box. With excitement he placed a towel on he floor began to stroke himself as well as the dildo as he looked at the computer. As he kept watching the video he was really working his cock over stroking, lubing the dildo up more and more. Then he kneeled over it, and begin to let the head of it press against his tight rosebud. He moaned out loud. He always loved the next part, right as the head enters. He bore down on it and the head of the dildo made a pop as it pushed past his tight ring and Barry let out a loud moan that echoed across the room.
Danielle was on her way leaving and had one of those moments where she realized, that she forgot something important. So she turned around to head back to their apartment. She smiled, She'd get to surprise Barry and maybe even get another quickie in before she left. She didn't really want to go. She hated leaving him there. She pulled back up the drive and parked her car, making sure to shut her door quietly when she got out. He would be so surprised . She put the key in quietly, unlocking the door and opening it, being sure to shut it back quietly. Beginning her walk to where he would likely be, the den, watching tv she took her heels off and crept down the hallway and suddenly heard a loud moan. Startled, she approached the den quietly and froze at what she saw.
Barry was engrossed in the video he was watching. That, and the rubber cock sliding in and out of his ass. So engrossed that he didn't notice Danielle behind him, watching. Didn't notice her watching the video that her husband was enjoying thoroughly. At least, not until she gasped about the same time he impaled the dildo all the way in him.
Barry jumped up when he heard her voice, his heart dropping in panic. Of course, as he jumped more than his heart dropped. The dildo slipped out of his ass as he jumped, making a nice thump on the floor as it fell between them. His face frozen with fear he looked at her, deathly afraid of what she would say, not even thinking about the fact that the video was still playing behind him. Danielle smiled, looking past him a moment then back at Barry. Barry stood there, still frozen with fear and then started to stammer." Danielle.. I..Its not what it looks like.."
Danielle smirked." Its not? Then what is it?" Putting her hands on her hips, looking at him directly, despite him not looking her in the eye. She also kept eying the video behind him showing some guy bent on all fours and being taken by a woman with a strap on.This was making her wet.
Barry was in full panic state. Thousands of thoughts ran through his head. Fear of her leaving him, calling him gay, exposing him all cycled through his head while he stammered, trying to answer what it was. "Its well. I mean. I was..just um experimenting. Its....umm nothing. I'm not gay.I wasn't even enjoying it. I want you."
Danielle looked at Barry, his cock still hard, despite everything. "Your cock says otherwise." He started to try to cover it up but she quickly stopped him. "Don't you dare. I want to see all of you right now." Reaching over she grasped his cock firmly, stroking it once or twice. Precum literally oozed from the tip. His cock betraying how he felt about all of this, despite his verbal protests. Reaching past him, she maximized the screen and turned up the volume so that the guys moans on the video echoed across the room. The effect was immediate upon Barry. His cock throbbed in her hand in response to the moans and her slow stroking. On the video the woman said something about taking the man's tight ass and Danielle grinned. "Is that what you want Barry? Do you want me to take this dildo and take your tight little ass?"
Barry's jaw dropped in response. Never in a million years would he have expected Danielle to talk like that, much less be turned on by it. Yet here she was, and he didn't know what to do. He looked in her eyes,searching to see how she really felt, and all he saw, was desire and excitement in her eyes."Yes...yes I do want that" he answered. He looked at her now, fear mixing with hope.
Smiling Danielle reached down, picking up the dildo, many thoughts entering her head as she did.She didn't know what would come of this, but she definitely liked what this did to him. She'd rarely seen him this hard or this turned on and she liked it. Smiling coyly she said "I think I'd like to dear. So Why don't you go ahead and get back on your knees and bend that gorgeous ass back over so I can." Reaching over she restarted the video, she wanted to see the entire thing and to let its sounds stimulate them both further.
Barry enthusiastically knelt back down. He couldn't believe this! Not only was she not mad, or scared she wanted to participate! He stuck his ass in the air and waited for her an eager smile on his face. Danielle knelt behind him, the dildo in her hand and teased his ass, letting the head push against him as she reached around and grasped his erect cock and began to slowly stroke it. Barry let out a loud groan as she did and pushed his ass back towards her.
Danielle smiled as she said "You're eager for this aren't you. You want me to put it in you. to fuck you with this don't you?" Barry gasped as she said that. He so eagerly did want her to do exactly that. "Yes Please fuck me with it Danielle" he said. Smiling she pushed the head back into him and his knees nearly bucked at the dual pleasure of her stroking and the head penetrating him. Sticking his ass back further into it he began to rock his hips as she began a steady pace of sliding it in and out of him.
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"You like this don't you dear? You like me fucking you? Maybe we should get one of those strap-on things and use that like she is in the video? Would you like that?" she asked. Barry was nearly incoherent other than moans and an occasional "Yes". Picking up speed she began to stroke him faster, her hand coated with the copious amount of precum flowing from his engorged cock.
Barry began to moan loudly, his moans outdoing those of the video and Danielle felt herself getting wetter than she had been in a long time without any stimulation. She had an idea already and was ready to enact it. Jerking his cock faster she said."I want you to cum for me baby, and then we will really have some fun. So go ahead and cum for me, cum while I fuck your little tight ass with this cock."
The combination of the dildo in his ass, and her stroking was enough for Barry , but when he heard her talking to him like that, it pushed him over the edge and Barry jerked as he began spurting his cum all over the towel. Not stopping for a moment or two Danielle kept stroking and sliding the cock in him. As he finally collapsed she leaned over him , her arm draping across his shoulder as she kissed his neck."Now we can go to the room and you can lick me and we can talk about all the lovely places we can go from here."
Barry smiled and looked at her with admiration.He loved her more now than the day he married her. " I would love to."
The End.
The Good Citizen Tours The Village
I woke up and wasn't exactly sure where I was for a minute. I was totally relaxed and incredibly rested, but it took me a minute to remember that I was in a small village in the mountains of Japan and right before I fell asleep I had been fucking a stunning Asian woman in the ass. My cock stirred at the memory.
I rolled over and listened to the sounds of the jungle around me and breathed in the fragrant mountain air. I had come to this village to meet the people and visit a water project tin which I had invested.
I am a banker by profession but this was a deal that I had financed personally. My parents were killed in a car accident when I was 17 and my sister and I inherited just over $2 million. Most of mine was in real estate and it had done well while I was off in college and had grown to nearly $3 million.
Several weeks ago one of my clients, Kenji Ohtsuka, had come to me with a loan request for $250,000 but the bank was not in the business of making unsecured loans to fund water reconstruction projects in another country. I had the money and decided to take a chance.
Since agreeing to loan Ohtsuka the money he had virtually adopted me as his son and the perks of being Ohtsuka's son were spectacular. They included a bevy of young sexually-talented and willing Asian girls and at least one very talented older – late 20's - Asian woman.
There were some things about this arrangement that did not add up though. For example, why would I be treated like a prince for a mere $250,000? For the captains of Japanese industry who come to this village for R&R that is a paltry amount and any number of them could have made the investment without a thought. For me, it was nearly 10% of my net worth.
My thoughts were interrupted by the screen sliding back on my room and a young Asian woman entered carrying a large bowl with a towel draped over her arm. She set the bowl on the floor next to the bed and turned toward me never making eye contact.
She knelt next to the bed and arranged the pillows so I could sit up and then pulled the covers back revealing my naked body. She dipped the towel in the bowl and began washing my chest with the warm water. My cock immediately began to grow and within seconds was fully hard and pointing straight up at her.
She continued to wash my chest with her left hand and reached down with her right hand and began stroking my cock. Her tiny hand slid all the way up and down my shaft and my hips jerked. I closed my eyes and leaned back.
I felt her move and then felt her lips close over the head of my cock and slide down toward my balls. It seemed these girls had been taught some technique for swallowing dicks as big as their heads and she was using it to work the head of my cock deep into her throat. Her head began sliding up and down and massaging the tip of my cock with her throat. She reached down and gently rubbed my balls as my dick slid into her mouth. When she pushed a finger against my asshole I was lost.
I felt cum boiling up the front side of my cock and the tip swelling. I held off as long as I could and then burst into her mouth. Some white frothy liquid escaped down the side of my cock but she expertly swallowed most of it.
I lay back while she took the warm wash cloth and washed my cock and balls, cleaning up what little escaped her vacuum-like throat. This was definitely the way to start a day.
She finished cleaning me up and helped me into a Yukata, the traditional dress worn in the village. I sat down to my breakfast and found that I was quite hungry from the sex last night and the wake-up call this morning. I had been in the village for less than a day and I already felt better than I had for years.
As I came out of my sex-induced stupor the screen slid open and Hiroku, my host in the village and the woman who had shared my bed the night before, entered. She was carrying a tray with traditional Japanese breakfast consisting of steamed rice, soup and a rolled omelet with some grilled fish inside.
I had met Hiroku several weeks before in the United States when Ohtsuka and I had closed the deal on the loan. Hiroku and I fucked several times that night. I can only describe her as stunning. She has straight black hair to the middle of her back, small firm breasts with large long black nipples and sexual appetites and talents men only dream of. All of this is contained in a 5'1" package that weighs about 100 pounds.
She sat quietly as I inhaled the small but tasty breakfast. While not my normal fare, it was very good. Everything was fresh and it relieved my hunger without filling me up.
"So far this day is starting quite well," I said. "Any chance I might be able to get in a workout sometime today? I haven't exercised for a couple of days and I would love to be able to work out some of the kinks from the long flight."
"Yes, Brad-san," Hiroku replied smiling. "We have an excellent facility here and we had a Gi made for you with Ohtsuka's markings. It is the traditional Gi of the mountain people and is made of slightly heavier material than you may be used to. The mountain people used to practice outside and they needed the heavier material for warmth. I hope you like it."
Hiroku stood and moved the closet and removed a traditional Gi from a hanger and held it out. It was a standard heavy weight Gi in all respects except both sleeves had gold Japanese symbols stitched their full length.
"That looks too nice to sweat in," I joked. "It's beautiful."
"Please try it on," Hiroku said as she removed the garment from the hanger and handed Brad the tight athletic underwear to slip on under the pants. "You are much larger than the other men in the village and I want to make sure we got the size right."
It fit perfectly and Brad loved the feel of the heavy fabric. His uniforms back in the US were very lightweight with slightly longer sleeves and legs. He had never worn something like this although he had sparred several opponents with them.
"Here is your belt Brad-san," Hiroku said as she held out a plain black belt. "Our tradition is to not decorate belts here. We recognize color only, no ranks within color that is why there are no stripes on the belt."
I tied the belt in the traditional fashion and saw the smile on Hiroku's face when I was finished.
"For a round-eye you look quite good Brad-san," Hiroku joked as she moved toward the door. "Very traditional. Very Samurai."
The training facility was state-of-the-art for the mid-1700's. Ornate wooden staff's, boken's and medicine balls lined the walls of the studio. Several large strike trainers were spread around the room with a large sparring area in the center. The only concession to the 20th century was a heavy bag in the corner suspended from the ceiling. It was currently in use.
"That is Jennifer Abe," Hiroku said quietly as we entered the training facility. "She is the woman who will take you on the tour t
oday. She trains every morning and used to compete in martial arts in the United States when she was in college. It is said she is very skilled."
I watched as the small woman worked the large bag. Her movements were very smooth and her timing was perfect. The bag outweighed her by 30-40 pounds but she could manage it by striking or kicking at the correct time to use the bag's weight against it. She was timing her kicks so they would deliver slightly more energy than the momentum of the bag and the result was that each time she struck the bag it stopped dead. Against a human, this meant the force of her kick was being doubled – half generated by her and half by the momentum of the opponent – and it would be a devastating blow.
Her uniform was plain and very unflattering but it was obvious that her body was taut, firm and fit. She was about 5'2" tall and weighed right around 100 pounds and, as with every other woman in this village, she was beautiful. Her straight black hair was pulled back in a pony tail that ended right between her shoulder blades.
I had trained in a studio much like this during my early years and easily found ways to train hard using the weight of my body for resistance. I was about 40 minutes into my workout when I sensed someone behind me and turned around.
"So you are the American everyone is talking about," Jennifer stated as she offered her hand. "I'm Jennifer Abe. I will be showing you the project today."
Her eyes were black and unwavering as she spoke directly to me in completely unaccented English. She was a complete contradiction. If your eyes were closed you would hear a no-nonsense American businesswoman, but open your eyes and before you was a perfectly sculpted Japanese doll.
"Nice to meet you Jennifer," I managed to reply lamely. "I am looking forward to the tour."
She seemed to enjoy my discomfiture and a small smile crossed her face. "Would you like to spar a little?" she asked. "I don't get a chance to spar much and would like to work against a real person if you don't mind."
