Thigh gap driving me crazy

Thigh gap on left is driving me crazy

All characters in the story are 18+

Cheryl is a 31-year-old white woman who has been dating her white boyfriend Mike for 5 years. She is 5'7", slim, toned, 125 lbs gym body, blond and blue with pale skin and perky 34B breasts. Cheryl is a hipster type of woman that is well groomed as is the style of the day.

In her youth she was a rebellious punk rocker chick resulting in her being well tattooed, starting around age 18 she got the tattoo bug and now displays a tattoo of a fox on her right forearm, flowers on her right shoulder, the entire right side of her body has a tattoo of a pin-up girl, a bird in a cage on her back, a cute little snail on her lower waist, and her favorite tattoo is a skull on the top of her right foot. She had always been a tomboy growing up and throughout her life.

Her boyfriend Mike, 35, is short and average in about every other way, he is a doctor, a wealthy doctor but he is not worldly making him gullible and naive which is something that Cheryl’s narcissistic side takes advantage of now and then. She has lied to him about stuff like how many guys she’s slept with in her life, and she has cheated on him a few times over the years.

One day she and Mike got into a fight before she went to work. Her co-worker John always flirted with her, and that night Cheryl told John that she didn’t care about Mike or their relationship anymore. That night after work, Cheryl followed John into his car and flirted with him until, with a smirk on her face, she leaned down in his seat and took his cock out of his pants. She sucked on John’s big cock for an hour, hearing her phone buzzing the whole time, knowing it was Mike trying to call her. She didn’t care at all and sucked that big hard cock until John put his hand on her head, and held her mouth down on him while he blew his entire load into her mouth. He felt how she kept sucking his dick while he was nutting, and she swallowed all his cum and ate it. When he was finished, she just sat up, wiped some cum off her lips, and looked at her phone.

She texted her boyfriend, “Hey! Stuck in traffic. Be home in a bit!”

John looked at Cheryl and said, “Why are you still with that guy?”

Cheryl said, “Because he’s got money! And because he’s dumb and won’t even realize when I go home that I just ate some other guy's cum tonight”

She went back to Mike’s apartment and just watched tv with him like nothing happened. He never found out about it.

Another time she cheated on Mike was when she was pissed off at him, and she wanted to mess around with John again after work. In the back of his car in the dark parking lot, Cheryl found out about John’s ass fetish. He told her exactly what he wanted to do to her, and she did it submissively and loved it. John had her in the backseat with her pants pulled down around her ankles and had her face down and ass up. He got behind her, spread her perky tight ass cheeks, and went down and licked her entire ass crack with his tongue. He loved the musky scent of her sweaty asshole as he pressed his nose on her puckered-up butthole and sniffed it so hard as he was jerking off his cock. This sexual attention and felt like such a dirty girl. She pressed her ass back on John’s face because she knew he liked it. That cheating episode with John ended with him licking her ass until he jacked onto her butthole. Cheryl knew all she had to do was pull her panties back up her legs, and Mike would never even find out what she did that night.

The biggest lie that Cheryl told Mike is how she doesn’t want to have any, the truth is, just not with him. It has been a big fight between the couple in the past year. Mike really wants to have a child and start a family with Cheryl but she always made excuses.

Cheryl’s boyfriends and hookups in her life have only ever been white guys. She likes to be very submissive during sex and has let many guys use her hard in the past. Right after she turned 18, she went to a college party with her friend. She got really *****, and this older guy at the party took her upstairs with him. She remembers losing her anal virginity that night as he fucked her in the ass. Then he laid her on her back, and she let him pull her head off the side of the bed, and fuck her mouth until he blew his load down her throat. But she is very turned on by race play fantasies that she keeps a secret to herself. When Mikes gone on trips for work, she will watch BLACKED RAW videos and masturbate. It brings out that rebellious girl in her, where she feels like it’s naughty, bad, and so risky to fuck a black guy like that. Just thinking about it when she masturbates turns her on, and she gets a sexual rush through her body thinking about having unprotected sex with a big black cock.

Cheryl was able to get a substitute teacher job for the very last day of the year at the local high school. One of the teachers was sick, so they called Cheryl and asked her to come in. She’s never done it before but was super excited to try it. That same Friday, Mike was leaving for a business trip, and was going to be gone for a few days. He was going to drop Cheryl off at the school in the morning, so he could go in and introduce himself and say hi to some of the teachers. Their apartment was right next to the school, so Cheryl could just walk home at the end of the day.

She wanted to look cute, but not too sexy at her job. She wore black skinny jeans that were tight on her long legs, and wrapped around her firm plump ass cheeks, showing off her big thigh gap between her legs. A white button up shirt to look professional, and black open toed high heels. Cheryl has always loved getting attention from men, and loves when guys stare at her feet when she wears her high heel shoes. That’s why she got her foot tattoo, to bring more attention to her feet.

Cheryl and Mike go into the school in the morning and introduce themselves to some of the other teachers they see. All the teachers love Cheryl, saying how she’s so pretty and sweet, and they say how Cheryl and Mike make such a cute couple.

Mike is about to leave for his trip and he says, “Bye babe. I love you! I’ll call you tonight.”

Cheryl is standing by the front door of the school, just staring down at her phone, not even caring what he says to her. She says, “Yeah I have to go.”

Cheryl arrives in her class that she’s about to teach. It’s the last day so she’s only going to make the students watch a video. The bell rings and the students come in and sit down and they see this young looking, tatted up white girl writing her name on the board.

Cheryl says, “Hello class. I kind of have a weird last name, so you can just call me Ms. D. Your teacher’s sick today so I’m the substitute, but don’t worry, you’re just watching a video!”

Trey is 18 years old, a senior, and the tallest black guy on the basketball team. Even though he’s 18, he looks older than that because of his well built body. He walks in the room and can’t believe how sexy this sub is. He is about 6’3, muscular with a toned body, and has a cock bigger than most porn stars. When his penis is soft, it hangs down 10 inches between his legs, always swinging and showing through when he wears basketball shorts or thin sweatpants. But when he’s horny and his cock gets fully erect, it's 11 inches, thick, veiny, slightly curved up, a fat mushroom tip head at the end, and a big hanging ball sack. He looks Cheryl up and down and checks her out. That sexy face, skinny tone body, that wide thigh gap showing between her legs, and those big sexy white feet in her high heels. He sees how she’s all tatted up, and it gives him the impression that she’s a bad girl and likes a little bit of pain.

He leans over to his friend next to him and says, “God damn….I wanna fuck that chick so bad bro. She looks like she’s 20 too. How the hell is she a teacher?”

His buddy Jamal, who is a 18 year old senior also, says back, “Bro I know. Young, pretty pale white girl. God damn. Ask her how old she is, I dare you.”

When Cheryl’s done giving her introduction, she asks if there’s any questions. She sees one of the black boys in the back of the class raise his hand.

She says, “I’m sorry, I don’t know any of you. What’s your name, and what’s your question?”

Trey says, “Hey Ms. D, my name's Trey. I was just wondering how old you are…”

The class laughs because it’s obvious to everyone Trey’s flirting with the new substitute. Cheryl couldn’t help but check out Trey when he stood up. He was so tall with a sexy muscular body for a boy in high school. She can tell how Trey’s staring at her that he likes her. She smiles and likes the attention, making her feel sexy in front of the whole class.

Cheryl says, “Well Trey, I am 31. I don’t feel that old, but I am”

The video starts and Trey and Jamal text on their phones back and forth during class.

Trey texts, “Damn she looks like she’s fucking 20 or something bro”

Jamal texts back later, “Bro…her numbers posted in a contact list on the school’s website.”

He texts Trey her name and the cell number that’s listed on the site. Trey quickly searches her name on Instagram and finds her open profile. He looks through all of Cheryl’s photos in the back of the class, while she’s at the teacher’s desk watching the video.

He can tell she’s a little attention ***** by the photos she posts. Tons of seductive, sexy looking selfies, and he finds a pic of her in her bathing suit, and sees even more tattoos on her body, including the full side tattoo of the pin up girl on Cheryl’s right side.

Trey texts Jamal the pic and says, “Bro, I wanna fuck this bitch so bad. Look at this shit….Tonight I’m gonna text her cell and send a video of my dick. I wanna see what she says.”

Jamal texts back, “FUCKING DO IT! haha. Do you know if she has a boyfriend?”

Trey texts, “Yeah there’s a few recent pics of her with some white guy. How much do you wanna bet though that this chick is a slut?”

The class was over and the bell rings. As Trey is getting up to walk out of the class, he’s checking out Cheryl the whole time.

He walks up to her and says, “Hey Ms. D., I gotta say you look damn good for being 31. Sexy tats too.”

Cheryl is sitting on the teachers chair with her legs crossed, and her right foot dangling in the air in front of her in her high heel shoe. She notices Trey looking down at her foot when he talks about her tattoos. She can tell by the look in his eyes that this boy is turned on by her feet, and she kinda likes it. She smirks up at him, knowing she’s teasing this boy now, all alone with just him in the classroom. She sticks her foot out a little higher and shows off her foot tattoo to him.

She says, “Yeah this is my latest one. Hurt like hell, but the pain is part of the experience.”

Cheryl gets a big grin and smile on her face showing her pearly white teeth.

She says, “I’m guessing you’re on the basketball team, since you’re like 6 '5. How old are you?”

Trey says, “I’m legal. I’m 18, but I’m way bigger than my age. I’ll see you later Ms. D.”

He makes Cheryl blush and have a big grin on her face because she likes getting hit on like that. He sees her blue eyes and cute smile, and can’t stop thinking about how bad he wants to see those blue eyes look up at him while he lays his big black cock on her face.

Before Cheryl walks home, she stops in the teachers’ lounge and gets a water. There’s an older white male teacher alone in there with her, and he checks Cheryl out. He was not attractive at all, and she did not want anything to do with him.

He walks up to her and says, “Hey….you the new substitute? I’m Mark. Hi.”

Cheryl looks at this guy with her bitch face, and just ignores him like he’s nothing. She can tell he’s some loser old white guy and doesn’t even wanna pretend to be interested in him.

Mark says, “Hey I saw you today, and was wondering if I can take you out to dinner? You’re gorgeous.”

Cheryl looks at this guy again, and kind of laughs under her breath.

She says, “Um no. I have a boyfriend. And you’re totally not my type anyways. See ya.”

Cheryl walks out of the room feeling so powerful with how she just turned down that older white guy. She thinks to herself how 5 minutes ago she was just flirting with a black boy in her class, and she wouldn’t even give that white guy a minute of her time. She laughs and walks down the hall.

Once she’s gone, Mark says to himself, “Fucking bitch…”

Cheryl leaves the school and has a smirk on her face, thinking about how she felt so young again like she was in high school when she was flirting with Trey at the end of the class. She knew if she had the chance she’d probably fuck him. She thinks about his tall muscular body, and how he’s in shape and could probably fuck for hours without getting tired. It makes her think about the BLACKED RAW videos. She always imagined herself in those videos when she masterbates to them, and she can totally imagine Trey being one of those big sexy black guys.

It’s late on that Friday night, and Cheryl’s alone in her boyfriend’s apartment. She knows Mike will probably call her to talk before he goes to sleep in his hotel room. She thinks it’s kind of funny how he still tries to call her when he’s gone on his trips. Most of the time she never answers his calls, and just makes up some lie about how she was busy and forgot. She watches tv on the sofa, and is dressed in short red booty shorts, and a black tank top that she wears to bed. Suddenly, her phone buzzes and she thinks it’s probably a text from Mike telling her good night. She opens the text and it’s an unknown number.

The text says, “Hey Ms. D. It’s Trey from school. This is what was hanging between my legs during class while I was checking you out today…”

He texts Cheryl a video of him in his room. He’s holding his hard black cock and smacking it in the palm of his hand, making loud smacking sounds with it. Cheryl can’t believe this video. She’s kind of in shock, but once the video ends, she restarts it and watches it again.

She says to herself, “Holy shit….”

She sees Trey’s long, thick black dick. Veins popping out on the shaft, thick mushroom head at the end of it, and how his cock curves up a little bit. She imagines what that would feel like, that curve, just rubbing her pussy walls deep in her.

She sits there thinking about what to do. She knows she shouldn’t be texting this boy from school, but that narcissistic, selfish side of her takes over. She thinks that Mike won’t find out. She just wants to have some fun and flirt a little bit.

Cheryl texts back, “First of all Trey, how did you get my number haha? Second, why are you sending me videos of your Big Black Cock haha?”

Trey reads Cheryl’s text and when he sees how she said Big Black Cock, he knows for sure she watches interracial porn and is probably a huge slut.

He texts back, “Don’t worry how I got your number haha. I think you’re a fucking sexy little snowbunny, and I gotta show you what I’m packing.”

He sends Cheryl another video of him swinging his big cock around while he has her Instagram photos on his computer screen.

Cheryl sees his big, long dick swinging around like it’s a black bat between his legs, smacking his thighs and chest. She sees her photos in the background and thinks how this boy went to the trouble of searching for her number and Instagram page, and that turns her on.

Wanting to flirt more with him, Cheryl texts, “Not gonna lie, that things fucking huge haha. Way bigger than my boyfriends…”

She wonders if by dropping the hint that she has a boyfriend it will make him back off. She hopes he doesn’t care. It would be a huge turn on for her if Trey wanted her to cheat. Her pussy starts to get wet in her tight booty shorts as she feels the adrenaline rush from the thought of cheating.

Trey texts, “I saw those pics of you and your white boyfriend. I bet he’s got a tiny dick haha. Nothing compared to my 11 inches.”

Cheryl read 11 inches and is impressed, but she acts like a tease to Trey and and says, “No way you’re 11 inches haha”

Trey texts back, “Oh yeah haha? I bet it's bigger than that cute white face of yours Ms. D. I bet if I lay my cock on your face, my balls would be on your chin, and the tip of my dick would be above your hair haha”

Cheryl reads how he described laying his big black cock on her face, and it turns her on imaging that. She bites her lower lip because she’s so turned on right now.

She still likes being a little tease to him, and texts, “Yeah right haha. It ain’t that big hehe”

Trey can tell by how she’s still flirting with him and texting back and forth like this that he can break this bitch down and fuck her.

He texts back, “Let me prove it to you. What’s you doing tonight…?”

Things are getting a little more serious now, but Cheryl still wants more. She’s biting her lip, smiling, while she’s flirting with this black boy from school.

She texts, “I’m just chilling alone tonight at my boyfriend’s apartment watching tv….”

Trey is stroking his cock while looking at her pics, and texting back and forth. Looking at a pic of her from her Instagram where she’s in a short dress and high heels. He’s slowly working his cock head, staring at her, and thinking about how bad he wants to get her pregnant. That horny animalistic instinct in him takes over, and makes him want to breed this sexy pale white teacher so bad.

He texts back, “Give me your address Ms. D. Let me come over and prove it to you…. Do it.”

Cheryl reads that text and sits there for a few minutes just thinking. She is so turned on right now flirting with this black boy, and wants to just say fuck it and do this. She also thinks about what if she gets caught. What if Mike finds out somehow, or people at the school find out. She bites her lower lip, smiling, and just says fuck it. She texts Trey her address.

Trey texts back, “I’m leaving right now.”

Once Cheryl reads that text, she can’t believe this is really happening. She has so much adrenaline running through her body, but she’s so turned on right now too. She runs to the bedroom and strips naked, and just puts on a short yellow dress that comes to her upper thighs. No panties, no bra, and she’s barefoot. She checks out herself in the mirror, and puts some eyeliner on. She sees how sexy she looks in her short dress, and she knows when she doesn’t put any panties on that she’s gonna fuck this boy.

She looks at herself in the mirror and smirks, and she says, “You bad girl.”

She has thoughts of BLACKED RAW videos when she looks at herself in the mirror, thinking about what she’s gonna do tonight.

A short amount of time goes by, and Cheryl opens the door when Trey arrives. They look at each other with a little smirk on each other’s faces.

Trey says, “Hey Ms. D.”

Cheryl responds with just, “Hey…”, but she’s got a big grin on her face as Trey walks in her boyfriend’s apartment and she locks the door.

She’s almost twice this boy's age, but now that she’s not in her high heels, she’s so short compared to this huge, tall black boy. Trey came over wearing thin sweat pants and a tank top. He’s not even wearing boxers because he knew there’s no point, he was probably going to fuck this chick. And he didn’t bother to bring a condom either.

Now that Trey is actually here for real, Cheryl gets a little nervous, and part of her is thinking to herself if she should really do this.

She says, “So, do you wanna like sit and watch tv or something?”

She sits on the sofa in the living room, but Trey doesn’t sit. He slowly walks up to Cheryl as she’s sitting there, and he stands in front of her, looking down at her. He loves that she’s barefoot. He looks at her big, skinny white sexy feet and knows that they would give him an amazing foot job. That gorgeous sexy white face looking up makes him think about how bad he wants to fuck her brains out.

Trey looks down at Cheryl and says, “So what? You think I’m lying about my size Ms. D?”

Trey is grabbing his cock through his sweatpants while looking at her.

Cheryl’s whole body is buzzing with adrenaline, and she knows if she does this, there’s no going back.

That rebellious girl in her makes her think to herself, *Fuck it. Just do it. I bet I can get away with it haha*

She leans her head back and stares at the ceiling, biting her lower lip. Trey watches her and knows he’s breaking this slut down. Cheryl looks back up at Trey with a smirk on her face and looks down at his hand grabbing his cock through his shorts in front of her.

She leans forward on the sofa and says in a teasing way, “Yea Trey, I don’t think it’s really that big.”

Seeing that sexy little smirk on Cheryl’s face when she says that turns him on so much. It makes Trey’s cock throb, making a tent in his sweatpants with an outline of his huge cock.

He says, “Pull those pants down then Cheryl…I know you wanna be a bad girl with me tonight. Do it.”

Trey grabs his phone out of his pocket, and Cheryl slowly and seductively tugs on his sweatpants, pulling them down, until they fall to the floor. She sits on the edge of the sofa while Trey stands in front of her face, and his hard black cock springs up in the air, free out of his pants. Cheryl’s so close to him, his dick hits her chin when it flips up. She leans her head back a little and sees his big black cock throbbing and bouncing in the air all by itself because he’s so horny.

Cheryl stares at that big black penis right in her face, then looks up and Trey with a face like *Oh Shit….*

Trey reach’s out and runs his fingers through Cheryl’s blonde hair. She feels him grab her hair and pulls her head back to look up at the ceiling.

He says, “I’m about to prove I’m fucking right, Cheryl.”

He pulls Cheryl’s head to him and lays his big heavy black cock on her face. His long ball sack hangs under her chin, and his black meat lays on top of her mouth and nose, going up between her eyes. She looks up at Trey with his black cock on her face. She feels the warmth from his penis on her skin, how it flexes, and throbs on her face. And that sweaty, musky smell of his cock and balls fills her nose.

Trey points his phone down at Cheryl and snaps a photo. The photo shows his dick laying on her face. His balls on her chin, and the tip of his cock hanging over top of her forehead. Her blue eyes looked up at the camera when he took it, and it even shows her tattoos showing on her shoulder, arm, and foot in the photo.

Cheryl pulls her face back and says, “Hey, I didn’t say you could take that pic, mister.”

She says it playfully, but she’s kind of serious too because she doesn’t want to get caught. She knows that if anyone saw it at the school, they’d be able to recognize it’s her from her tattoos.

She says, “Don’t show that to anyone, ok? I’m serious.”

Trey just says, “Mmmhmmm.”

He reaches and pulls her head back to his cock. He grabs the base of his penis, and gently smacks that heavy black cock on her face playfully. It’s so big and heavy, Cheryl closes her eyes as she gets her face smacked by that cock.

Trey says, “I told you I was fucking right. I knew my cock was bigger than your cute fucking face.”

Cheryl pulls her head away again, looks up at him with a smirk and says, “I knew it was this big from your videos you bad boy. Maybe I was just teasing you, and wanted to get this beautiful black penis over to my place.”

Trey grabs her head and pulls it back to his cock and says, “Get that face over here.”

Trey holds her head and starts rubbing his cock up and down on her face, and then he pushes her nose and mouth down to his big ball sack. Cheryl feels a little humiliated right now, being treated like she’s his bitch, but at the same time she’s so turned on by this. Mike is nothing like this. His skinny little white dick is 3 inches hard. He doesn’t have the cock to pleasure her, and he doesn’t take control during sex like she needs and wants as a woman.

While Trey is rubbing his big sweaty cock on her face, he feels the cold hair from Cheryl’s nostrils sniff his ball sack. He hears her do it too.

He says, “Oh you nasty little hoe. Sniff those fucking balls.”

That sweaty, musky cock smell is so manly and turns Cheryl on, and she hears how horny he sounds when he says that. She smirks knowing she’s turning him on. Trey grabs the end of his dick and rubs his cock head above her head, as Cheryl is under his big cock, sniffing his balls. She opens her mouth and Trey feels Cheryl put one of his balls in her mouth and starts sucking on it. He works his cock head in his hand while looking down at her sucking on his nut. She gently pulls her head back until his nut pops out of her mouth. She looks up at with that cute smile of hers.

Trey says, “Wash those fucking balls with your mouth, hoe.”

Cheryl is so turned on by being submissive like this, and she licks all over his hanging ball sack. She puts the other nut in her mouth and sucks on it. Cheryl is tasting his sweaty, salty balls, and is not disgusted by it at all.
Trey wants to see her cute face with his cock in her mouth, so he says, “Open your mouth”.

Cheryl looks up at him and opens her mouth ready to suck on his big beautiful black penis. He bends his dick down and puts the head of his cock in Cheryl’s mouth, and she closes those lips around it and starts sucking. She loves the feeling of sucking on a big hard cock. It is like a stress reliever for Cheryl to feel a big hard penis in her mouth, and suck on it like a baby sucking her bottle. That’s why she cheated on Mike a few years ago and sucked her coworkers dick in his car.

Trey takes his shirt off, while she grabs his thick penis with both of her little white hands, all while keeping the cock head in her mouth. It’s so long and thick she can grab it with both of her hands and stroke the shaft as she sucks on the tip. Trey just stands there looking down at this sexy white hoe twisting her hands on his shaft as she’s sucking hard on the cock head. She’s good at sucking cock, and even sticks the tip of her tongue in his slit on his cock head. She can taste his precum from his hole as she teasingly flicks her tongue.

He leans his head back, staring at the ceiling, and says, “Ooooohhh shiiiiiiiiitttt. Fuuuuck yeeaaa bitch. Good girl.”

His cock is rock hard and fully erected after her teasing his slit like that. It drove him wild, and he wants to fuck her mouth so bad, and see how much she can swallow.

Trey says, “Hands down…”.

Cheryl puts her hands down by her side on the sofa, still with the tip of his penis in her mouth. Trey runs both of his hands through her silky blonde hair and grips it tight. Then he pulls her mouth down as he pushes his cock in her mouth. It’s so thick and big, it fills her mouth up and hits the back of her tongue, trying to go into her throat. He hits her gag reflex, and she coughs, gagging on his cock that’s trying to go down her throat. Cheryl instinctively reaches her hands up to his cock to try to pull it out of her mouth.

Trey just says, “Hands down, bitch.”

Cheryl puts her hands back down to her side like she’s his slave.

He gets a tighter grip on her hair and starts fucking her mouth with his big dick. Pulling her mouth down on his cock while he’s thrusting his hips into her head. His black dick is so long, when it’s hitting her throat and can’t go down, his cock is bending as he’s trying to push it further. He knows his cock is too big for her throat, but he loves how wet and tight her mouth feels, and he just does it a little longer. Hearing the wet gurgling noises Cheryl makes, when he goes just a little bit too far, and she coughs with his dick in her mouth. He pulls his cock out and it’s covered in spit and drool. A string of spit is connecting her lips to his cock, as it's throbbing in the air in front of her face. She looks up at Trey and her eyes are watery from her gag reflex.

Trey is so horny now with his wet cock twitching in the air, he says, “Take that dress off. Show me that white pussy.”

Cheryl wipes the spit off her lips and chin. She is so horny she doesn’t even think about Mike at all as she lifts her dress up and pulls it off her. She sits back on the sofa and puts both of her feet up on the edge of the seat. She spreads her feet apart and opens her legs, showing Trey her bald wet pussy.

Trey sees more tattoos she has on her pale skin, and it turns him on even more. That huge pin up girl tattoo on her side, and he sees her perky, tiny little titties on her chest. Her tits are so cute and not saggy at all. She has hard pink nipples poking out on her tits like little pink erasers. Cheryl sits on the sofa, biting her lower lip in anticipation, looking up at Trey. He stands there, looking at her body as he strokes his big cock.

Trey gets down on his knees on the floor in front of her and sees her pussy up close. Cheryl’s so horny and aroused that her pussy lips are so thick and puffy. Her body is making her labia lips get big like that to protect her vagina during sex. Cheryl has her legs spread apart, and it makes her pussy spread open like a flower, ******** the wet, pink tender flesh inside her white pussy. Her clit sticking out at the top, and her vaginal hole so small and ******* to Trey. He can tell her pussy is gonna be a tight grip on his cock.

Trey leans down and puts his big wet lips on her pussy. He licks it from her vaginal hole, all the way up to her clit in one big wet lick with his tongue. That one big wet lick makes Cheryl moan. He loves the smell and taste of this white pussy, and does sloppy wet licks all over it. Then he puts his big lips over her clit, slurping on that erected little sensitive button of hers.

When Trey sucks on her clit like that, Cheryl’s head falls back in the seat. She stares at the ceiling, moaning, and breathing heavy. His wet mouth is sucking on her entire pussy and it’s driving her wild. Then suddenly Trey pulls her ass out to the very edge of the sofa and pushes her legs back onto her. Cheryl’s legs are bent at the knees, with her feet over her head. She reaches up and grabs her toes to hold her legs back. This makes her stick her ass out even more. Trey goes lower and presses his big wet tongue on her asshole and swirls all around it, then presses his lips on her butthole, kissing it. Cheryl looks down between her legs, and just sees Trey’s upper head.

She says, “Ohhhh shiiiiitt…”

She holds onto her feet above her head and her toes curl up in her fingers. Cheryl hasn’t gotten her ass eaten out like this since she let her coworker do it to her that one night. Mike thinks ass play is gross, but Cheryl loves it.

Trey does another big wet lick from her asshole, all the way to her clit. Then gets back down to make out with that tight, puckered up little butthole. He knows she’s a dirty girl that likes her ass eaten.

Trey pulls his head away and they’re both so horny now.

Trey looks right into Cheryl’s eyes and says, “I wanna cum in this white pussy so bad. You’re so fucking sexy Cheryl. Are you on birth control?”

Cheryl wants to fuck so bad now, even with all the consequences that could happen from it. She thinks that even if she did get pregnant from tonight, the fuck session that she’s about to receive from that huge cock will be worth it.

She feels so submissive and sexy with him, she smiles and says, “No I’m not…”

Trey stands up and lifts Cheryl to her feet. He picks her up and puts her over his shoulder. Her head hangs off the back of him, and her ass and legs are in front of him. She’s so petite and light he picks her up easily. He carries her like she’s a trophy that he won, and now he gets to do whatever he wants with her. He starts walking down the hallway to the bedroom he sees. Cheryl’s feelings and thoughts about Mike and any consequences are all out of her head now. She’s so turned on by this dominant masculine black boy that she wants to fuck him so bad. She doesn’t care about getting fucked on the same bed that her boyfriend is gonna sleep in when he comes back.

Trey drops her on the bed, and she bounces on it. Cheryl is laying on her back, while Trey stands next to the edge of the bed. He grabs her hips and pulls her ass to the edge. He grabs under her knees and pushes her legs back on her, and tells her to hold them. He sees that fat wet pussy spread open between her legs under him, and he spits on his hand and rubs it on the head of his black cock.

Cheryl’s gonna learn that dirty talk turns Trey a lot during sex. He rubs the tip of his thick cock between her fat wet pussy lips, teasing her.

Trey says, “You want me to fuck this white pussy? Huh? You want me to beat this pussy up with my big dick?”

Cheryl holds her legs back as she lays on the bed. There’s no hesitation now in her response. She’s horny and she’s had race play fantasies for so long, and she’s wanted to say this for years.

She says, “I want you to fuck me with your big black cock and cum inside me.”

Hearing her say that in her cute little voice drives Trey wild. He thinks how this slut doesn’t care if she gets pregnant, and how that’s so fucking hot. He pushes the fat tip of his penis in her vaginal hole, and he feels it stretch around his thick cock. His dick slides in her wet tight pussy, and Cheryl lays her head back on the bed, staring straight up.

She says, “Oooooohhhh yesssssss. I wanna feel it deep inside me.”

Now that his cocks in her pussy, he grabs both of her ankles and holds her legs open in the air. Feeling that tight pussy grip on his dick, he just overpowers her and makes her pussy keep stretching out. Working his hips back and forth, he fucks her and his black cock is already getting soaked in her pussy juice.

He loves seeing her big white feet up in the air as she gets fucked. He finally sees the soles of her feet and they’re so sexy. She has long, skinny feet with a big sexy arch on them. Long skinny toes, and the soles of her feet are clean, with pink and pale skin tones on her soles. He holds her ankles and brings one of her feet up to his face as he fucks her. He presses her toes on his nose and sniffs her toes, then licks all over the soft, smooth sole and arch of her foot. Then he puts those toes in his mouth and sucks on them as he looks down at her as she gets fucked. He gets so turned on by her feet it makes his cock rock hard. It feels like a thick pole is fucking her pussy.

He says, “Sexy fucking feet, MMMMMmmmm”.

He switches legs and pulls the other foot up to his face. He’s so horny now he buries his nose underneath her long skinny white toes, and he starts sniffing her foot so hard while he fucks her. He sniffs her foot and feels her toes curling up on his face. It turns him so much he almost nuts, and has to stop for a few seconds.

He pulls her foot away and holds her legs open, and leans down over top of her as he fucks her. Bucking his hips, doing a nice hard rhythm with his cock strokes. Her pussy is deeper than her mouth, and he’s going balls deep. Feeling how much looser her pussy feels now, he knows he’s working it out. Her pussy is so wet, and he’s stuffing it full of dick, and it’s making loud, wet queef sounds because his cocks pushes all the air out of her pussy. He’s leaning over her, looking down at her gorgeous face, watching it contort as she gets fucked by him. She screams and he feels her pussy clamp down on his dick as he makes her cum. Her hands push on his chest, trying to signal him to slow down after her orgasm, but he fucks right through her orgasm and keeps making her take that dick.

He hears Cheryl’s cute little whimpers as he’s smashing her pussy, and seeing her face and those noises she’s making almost makes him cum again.

He pulls his cock out and stops and says, “Fuck, you almost made me nut”

Trey is leaning down over top of Cheryl, and she pulls his face to hers and starts making out with him. They shove their tongues in each other’s mouths, and kiss passionately. Cheryl uses one of her hands and grabs his big wet cock that’s throbbing in the air above her pussy.

She slowly strokes it and says, “You want to get me pregnant, don’t you bad boy?”

Hearing this older white teacher say that drives Trey wild.

Trey says, “Fuck yes, you sexy little bitch. You want me to fuck a baby in you? What would your boyfriend think about that?”

Cheryl has an evil little grin on her face and says, “I’ll just lie to him for 9 months and say it’s his. I bet I could make up some lie and tell him I was r*ped by a black guy and don’t remember anything.”

Trey gets so turned on by how naughty this white girl is. She knows that she’s sexy and she can manipulate men and get whatever she wants. From rich guys giving her money, to alpha male men with big cocks giving her the sex that she needs. Trey wants to use and abuse this white slut and make her have his black baby.

He flips her over on the bed. She’s lying flat on her stomach in the prone position, and Trey sees that big pale white ass, and her bird tattoo on her upper back. This is the breeding position because he can fuck her hard and make himself nut.

Cheryl lays on the bed, her body shiny wet from the sweat on her. She’s never had sex like this, and she loves it. Trey looks down at her and sees this vulnerable white slut, and his cock is throbbing. He climbs on her back and uses his feet to push her legs apart on the bed and keep them spread open. He grabs Mike's pillow on the bed and puts it under Cheryl’s stomach so her back arches a little and her ass sticks up.

Trey rubs his cock on her pussy again, leans down by Cheryl’s head and says, “I’m gonna cum in this white pussy.”

Cheryl’s only thought is fucking him, and nothing else.

She says, “I want your cum in me, Trey…”

Hearing her say that drives him wild, and he slides his cock back in her fuck hole and puts his hands on the bed like he’s in a push up position. He combines thrusting his hips with his cock, and slamming his body weight down on her that makes this position a deeper, harder fuck. Slamming his cock in her pussy, smashing her, so his balls are smacking her clit. She grips the bed sheets and whimpers as she takes his 11 inch penis deep in her pussy.

In this new position, Cheryl can feel the curve in his penis digging in and rubbing her wet, ribbed vaginal walls deep inside of her. It makes her toes curl up in the bed sheets, and she bites the pillow by her head.

Trey is making horny animalistic groans and grunts as he fucks, because it feels so good for him when he can pound her deep and hard like he wants.

He keeps slamming his body weight down into her ass, and says, “Take that dick, you fucking bitch. Take that dick.”

He feels his big hot load getting built up, and he grabs Cheryl’s hair into a ponytail in one hand, and he pulls her head back. Cheryl’s head gets yanked back and he rides her hard. Trey looks next to the bed and sees a photo of her and Mike. Trey thinks about how he’s fucking this white guy’s girl behind his back and he’s gonna get her pregnant probably. That gets him so close to cumming, thinking about what he’s doing to her.

Trey’s fucking Cheryl hard and says in a loud voice, “You want me to breed this white pussy, hoe? Huh? Say it! Say you want to be a baby mama!”

Cheryl is so caught up in the moment too and doesn’t hesitate at all and says, “MMMMmmmm fuuuuck yessss Trey…. Mmmm cum in my pussy. I wanna have your babies!”

Trey’s load is built up in the tip of his cock, and he was edging himself while she said that. He pounds Cheryl’s pussy a few more times, then feels his hot cum about to explode.

He says, “I’m gonna fucking cum!”

Trey grunts and moans like an animal as his black cock starts squirting out heavy thick wads of his nut into Cheryl’s pussy. He keeps his dick balls deep, and she can feel it inside of her body as it is squirting out and splashing against her cervix at the end of her pussy. Trey had a pent up load, and it’s about 10 big squirts until he milked it all out of his cock. He keeps his cock inside of Cheryl as he’s over top of her, holding her down on the bed. Letting the orgasmic tingling rush run through his body from head to toe.

Cheryl lays there exhausted, with her head laying on the bed. She’s out of breath too, laying there looking at the pictures of her and Mike on the dresser.

She breathes heavily and says, “Oh my god…. wow…. You fucked my brains out, Trey.”

Trey pulls out of her and his dicks getting soft, but it’s still a big, long cock that swings between his legs. His black penis is covered in white creamy cum from both of them. He stands up next to the bed and Cheryl rolls over on her back, still trying to catch her breath. He just looks her over head to toe, thinking about how sexy she looks. She’s hot and sweaty laying on the bed, and he can see all of her tattoos all over her body. He looks at her long skinny legs laying on the bed, her big feet hanging off the side, and he looks at her flat stomach and imagines her with a big pregnant belly.

He says, “That felt so fucking good. I blew so hard in you.”

Cheryl lifts her head up off the bed and looks at Trey and says, “Yeah I know, I could fucking feel your cum hitting my cervix.”

She gets up off the bed and slowly stands up, because her legs are still weak and wobbly.

She says, “I’m gonna take a quick shower. You can get something to drink and watch tv if you want.”

Cheryl walks by Trey on her way to the bathroom, and when she’s next to him, Trey spanks her big white ass with his hand.

Trey says, “Sexy fucking ass.”

Cheryl’s pale white booty jiggles, and she looks back over her shoulder to Trey and smirks at him as she walks to the bathroom.

She gets in the bathroom and looks at herself in the mirror. Her hair is messed up, and she has the typical look of a girl that just got fucked. Her body is still buzzing with adrenaline as she thinks again about what she did tonight. It was the best sex of her life. She was so turned on, finally acting out her race play fantasies in bed. It turned her on so much to say to him while he fucked her that she wanted to have his babies. But now that the rush is gone, she gets a little worried about actually getting pregnant.

She just tells herself in her head, *Ok…I’m gonna get my period in 2 weeks, it’ll be fine. It’ll be ok.*

She gets out of the shower and walks out in her towel to the living room, but doesn’t see Trey anywhere.

She looks around, then grabs her cell phone and texts Trey, “Hey…Thanks for saying goodbye I guess….”

She realizes that he just left and ghosted her.

Trey knew he was leaving to go to an out of state college in one week. He knew when he left the apartment that he would never see her again, and he doesn’t even care if she gets pregnant. He won’t have to worry about it. To him, Cheryl was just a sexy white bitch that he wanted to fuck and cum in her like he marked his territory, and he knows he’s going to do the same thing with tons of younger girls at the college he’s going to.

Cheryl sits on the same sofa from earlier and is a little depressed. She feels so used right now, and it pisses her off that she was the one that got taken advantage of. Her phone buzzes, and she picks it up to look at what Trey responded back with. It’s a message from Mike. She just ignores his message and sits there thinking about what she just did. With a little smirk on her face, she bites her lower lip thinking about how much of a adrenaline rush this was. It was the best sex of her life, and a rush of excitement knowing it was wrong and risky, and she kind of wanted more.

She texts Mike back saying, "Hey I'm going out for a bit, I have to go get something..."

She got dressed and went out to the store to buy a Plan B pill, because she didn't want to risk getting pregnant and caught.

ROUND TWO / DAY TWO:
This will be a long one!

As a follow-up to the story I posted a week or so ago, here's how things played out during Day Two of my visit to SW Minnesota and my long-time red-haired FWB, whom I will continue to refer to by her first initial: T.

It was Monday. We'd spent the previous evening – our first night together since 2021 – watching TV while she got high, which always makes her extra-horny, We ended up having sex into the wee hours (about three hours' worth of sucking, fucking and pussy-eating), despite the fact she'd declared at bedtime that she was uncomfortable with her weight gain due to her taking anti-depressant meds, and therefore didn't feel "sexy." But she had second thoughts after we’d been in bed in less than 15 minutes. She claimed not to have had sex in more than five months (which turned out to be not entirely true, as you'll read later), so the left side of the sexual equation Cannabis + Desire + Dick Proximity was clearly greater than (>) the right side, which was Continued Abstinence + Self-Image Discomfort.

T babysits her grandson every Monday through Friday afternoon, filling in the gap between the time her daughter leaves for a factory job at 2:00, and the son-in-law returns from his chef's gig at 5:00. This commitment was the reason we weren't spending the entire week in the Twin Cities, as I'd originally planned. We negotiated staying at her place for two nights, me driving on my own to St. Paul for Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday nights, and then returning midday Friday to retrieve her and go back north for the weekend.

Given the late hour when we finally finished Sunday night, it was well after 10 a.m. by the time we climbed out of bed. I'd been rebuffed (gently but firmly) against a morning fuck, so instead we got dressed in separate rooms and she made us French toast for breakfast (at nearly lunchtime!) before hanging out at her place for most of the day. Since she'd quit her meds due to the weight gain (an increase from 115 pounds to around 140 on her 5'5" frame), I was concerned she was reverting somewhat to her agoraphobic ways -- not wanting to go anywhere -- but she insisted she was just tired ("And you clearly know why," she declared in a half-joking, half-accusatory tone). The other underlying factor was this: When I say there’s nothing to do in her town, I mean THERE’S NOTHING TO DO. Instead, we watched TV together for a while, I started a book (“The Collected Works of Franz Kafka”) I’d purchased the previous evening at the town’s lone bookstore, and we exchanged stories about the events we'd each experienced since we were last together, which was October 2021. T had quit her retail management job at the peak of COVID, another in a long line of employment bailouts on her part. “I always end up the victim of two situations,” she said, by way of explaining her less-than-stellar work history. “Guys are always hitting on me, which I hate, and my female coworkers resent it and stab me in the back.” I suggested that’s what happens when you live in a small town, with its limited gene pool and where everybody knows your business. “I’ve been here for 30 years, and it never gets any better,” she lamented.

Meanwhile, at the end of 2021 my partners and I had sold our consulting business to our largest client, the related management contract we held for a micro-brewery in Croatia was taken over by Zagreb’s largest brewery, and my partners retired while I stayed on to continue my tech-writing work. I tried to pry some sexy stories out of T’s memory hole, but she said those needed to wait until evening. In our past meetups, we’d regularly used tales of prior escapades to help whet each other’s sexual appetites (and WET certain other things!), such as the time I hosted a young hottie along with my former gang bang buddy, and experienced my first (and so far, only) DV. Or the time T finger-banged a young woman after spending the day at the Minnesota Renaissance festival. They went at it in full view of the golf-cart guy who’d driven them to the remote parking lot. T admitted to me it was possible her paramour wasn’t exactly “of age,” but acknowledged it was the young lady’s first girl-on-girl experience.

By this point in the afternoon, it was time for T to retrieve her grandson. He’s a rambunctious two-year-old who is already showing signs of ADD, but after she brought him back to her place, I managed to get him to sit still long enough to read him a story. Apparently, that was a major milestone, and I received kudos from the dad when he came to pick up the short person a few hours later. At 4:00, T had a Zoom call with her therapist, so I took a drive in order to give her some privacy, returning about 90 minutes later.

“Do you want to know what we talked about,” T teased upon my return. “Isn’t there such a thing as doctor/patient confidentiality? I asked. She replied, “It’s OK if the patient divulges the info, doofus.” I love it when she calls me endearing names! I acquiesced and prepared myself for a fairly boring storyline, but it turned out rather fascinating.

“We spent most of my 50-minute session talking about you, actually” was her opening salvo. I responded with, “Well, that sounds totally boring. You should probably ask for your money back.” She reminded me her therapy sessions were free, based on her minimalist income and the charity of the county government. “You still got robbed,” I said, only slightly tongue-in-cheek. Here’s the gist of what she told me (edited for brevity and my semi-faulty memory):

“I told her in our last session that you were coming to visit, so we started out talking about how you and I had met all those years ago, when was the last time we’d gotten together, and if I was *ready* to have someone stay the night. We’d previously talked about my lack of sex since the year started, and whether I felt ready for the two of us to fuck. I told her we had a great relationship, always enjoyed each other’s company in and out of bed, and that you’d back off if I wasn’t comfortable – which you did. Then I told her I’d been too high to miss out, so we had this amazing session that lasted three hours. She wanted to know if I was planning to go for another round, and I said I hoped so.” That elicited quite the eyebrow-raise from me, but I refrained from making a snarky comment, so she continued.

“She wanted to know how serious you and I were, and I explained how there’s no way we’d ever live in the same city, but I felt better about having you around. I also told her you’d offered to take me to France in 2022, but I was too freaked out to consider going [Ed. note: I ended up taking my friend Liz, a 38-y/o Denver woman I’d met on a dating site, with whom I’ve been having occasional sex], but that you suggested I could come with you to Italy next spring, if I felt up to it.”

The previous day, I chastised T for not applying for her passport, for which I’d prepared the paperwork and given her the $175 document fee, while also floating the idea of her coming with me to visit Milan and Florence. “I’ve always wanted to see Florence,” was her dreamy response to my suggestion, but I’m not holding my breath on that one.

Anyway, as we were about to continue the discussion, her son-in-law showed up to collect his rug-rat, who’d been doing who-knows-what in the rear bedroom. I subsequently suggested we go somewhere for dinner, but T offered to scour her pantry and cook something for us. We dined on homemade chicken tenders, rice, and a salad. Afterwards, she suggested we go for an early evening hike in the local state park, so we doused ourselves with mosquito repellent – it WAS Minnesota, after all – and trekked about three miles up hill and down dale, through forests primeval and meadows replete with wildflowers, before finally ending up back at my car. “Let’s go for a drink,” she suggested, so we drove a mile or so to the local country club and headed into the clubhouse. T ordered an incredibly complex Long Island iced tea, substituting one ingredient for another, explaining exactly how she wanted each element added and mixed, and what style of glass to serve it in. As for me, I ordered a hard seltzer and drank it straight from the can!

“You realize,” I said to her, “the only reason the bartender put up with your micro-managing antics is because you’re gorgeous, and beautiful women always get what they want.” Before she could respond, a young woman sitting a few stools away at the bar – herself a particularly tasty tall, svelte and very desirable brunette who couldn’t have been much older than 21 – slid over to sit next to us and declared, “He’s right, you know.” T asked, “Right about what?” “One, you ARE gorgeous, and two, I get the same treatment.” Previously, in situations like these, an in-depth discussion would have ensued, followed by T trying (and usually succeeding) to pick up the younger woman, or at least have them agree to meet later. I’ve been on the receiving end of a few MFF threesomes thanks to T’s ability to pull a variety of hotties, which has included waitresses, bartenders, and even a bridesmaid at a bachelorette party being held in a strip club. More than once, I’ve said to her, “Who knew the best possible wingman would turn out to be a red-haired MILF.”

But this time around, either her heart wasn’t in it, or else she didn’t feel that special “vibe” bi-sexual woman sense in detecting others of their ilk. T grabbed her elaborate Long Island concoction and beckoned me to follow her to a table out on the patio. After we finished our drinks, she suggested we stop at the liquor store and pick up some additional hootch. I’m definitely not a drinker – never developed a taste for it, plus it’s bad for my gout – but if T wanted to get a bit tipsier, who was I to argue? She decided on some god-awful Smirnoff Red-White-Blue cocktail in a bottle, and we went back to her place. It wasn’t late – only around 9:30 – but I said I wanted to take a shower and put on my PJs. She said she’d do the same, and when I returned to the couch to watch some TV, T was tucked into the far end and wearing only an extra-long t-shirt. “I couldn’t find my nightgown,” she explained, “so I just tossed on this thing.” She was sitting cross-legged on the couch, with her hand gripping the hem of the shirt in order to pull it down over her crotch. “Are you wearing anything under that?” I asked in as innocent a voice as I could manage. “I left on my sports bra,” she explained. “You know I don’t ever wear panties.”

Oh, how well I knew that! The last time we were together, we’d gone to a bar in downtown Minneapolis where a band was playing on their outdoor patio. She wore a filmy, knee-length dress and sandals, but nothing else. About halfway through the band’s second set, after she’d consumed a glass of Merlot and an Amaretto sour, she was sitting on my lap and I had two fingers up inside her pussy. The band was loud enough to mask her moans of pleasure, but any semi-observant person could have figured out what we were doing, if they’d cared to look.

In this case, by way of further explanation, T lifted up the bottom edge of her t-shirt and flashed me her pussy. The previous night, with the bedroom darkened to near-blackness, I’d only been able to imagine how things looked down there. However, under the bright lights of the living room, I was treated to a lovely view of her natural bush (neatly shaped into a red inverted triangle), a pair of engorged outer labia, and just a hint of moisture at the entrance to her vagina. I took this as some sort of invitation, but as I slid in next to her and started to run my hand up the inside of her thigh, she twisted away from me and tugged the t-shirt down again. “Let’s watch a movie, OK?” was her solution to forestall any action on my part.

Because she lives out in the boonies in a trailer park that’s not served by cable TV, she relies on some crappy five-dollar-per-month antenna subscription, plus about a thousand DVDs. OK, so maybe I’m exaggerating, but she has this gigantic zippered case filled with sleeve after sleeve of movie disks. They were arranged alphabetically by title (a nod to her OCD), but I didn’t have a clue where to start. “Any porn in there?” I asked innocently. She gave me that look – you know the one – that was a combination of scorn, disappointment and shock that I’d even assume such a thing. “My last boyfriend took them all when I kicked his ass out,” she said with a laugh. I asked her to make a recommendation, and rather than getting up to find the DVD herself – I was jonesing for a look at that lovely ass – she rattled off a title and instructed me to dig it out. I don’t remember what it was called, but it was some PG-13 fantasy film with a bunch of young actors I didn’t recognize, reciting lines that were less believable than a legal deposition by a perpetual liar, and special effects whose main claim to fame was NOISE!

Meanwhile, T was working her way through a second glass of that vile Smirnoff stuff, having also taken one of the THC gummies I’d brought with me from Colorado. Although cannabis was now legit in Minnesota, they didn’t have edibles on the list of legal substances, so she was happy when I showed up with a tin of pomegranate-flavored “happy candy.” She complained the gummies worked more slowly than the wax dabs she’d had the previous evening, but I was in no hurry. Besides, the vodka was apparently having some effect, since she kept moving closer to me as the movie slogged its way to its inevitable happy ending. I was looking for one of those myself, naturally!

“Are we gonna have another late night?” T asked, leaning hard against my side and pulling my arm up around her shoulders. “The sooner we start, the sooner we’ll finish,” I replied with a sly grin. She sat up and gave me a seriously passionate kiss. “The sooner YOU finish, you mean,” she said. Then she added, “Fuck, I’m horny!” followed by a giggle and then, “Wait – did I say that out loud?” “Say what out loud?” I shot back in an innocent tone. “Never mind, Zac. Let’s go to bed.”

I’d taken the precaution of popping a 5mg Cialis as soon as we got home from the liquor store, so I was seriously erect as I walked back to the bedroom. I’m not usually in need of pharmaceutical assistance, especially around T, but I had a feeling this was going to be a marathon event, so I wanted to be fully prepared. T had stopped off in the bathroom, so I stripped off my pajama bottoms and slid underneath the covers. She popped in a minute later, climbing over me to reach her side of the bed. As she joined me under the comforter and pulled me toward her, she felt my hard cock bump up against her thigh. “Well, I see you don’t need a hot story to get you in the mood,” she whispered into my ear. I reminded her she’d promised me one anyway, so she rolled onto her side with her back against me, and we spooned a while as she worked her way through a very interesting tale.

T’s EROTIC STORY: After some soul-searching and advice from a couple of girlfriends, she’d dumped 20-y/o “James the Boy Toy” on New Year’s Eve, primarily because he was boring, not very bright, and lacked ambition. Also, “I could put up with his premature ejaculations, because he has a big dick and got hard again fast. But he did a shitty job eating pussy, so that was the last straw.” T decided it was too much work to find some other guy, especially since the pickings in the area were slim, plus she was starting to freak out about her med-related weight gain. “My Rabbit became my best friend, although I tried not to use it too much, since I was worried about desensitizing my clit.” In mid-February, one of her former convenience-store coworkers had been invited over for dinner. During the evening, more than a foot of snow got dumped, and it kept coming down, which resulted in them being stuck in her double-wide trailer for three days. Thankfully they had plenty of food, about a thousand DVDs to watch, and a fair amount of weed. Donna was an athletic 5-10 Scandinavian blonde in her late 30s, slender with barely B-cup tits, and a firm butt. T said they’d never done anything remotely sexual during the six months they’d worked together, but the combination of isolation, cannabis, and having to share a bed got the best of them. “She saw my Rabbit on my bedside table and asked me how it worked. Instead of using it on myself, I pressed it against her panty-covered crotch and switched it on. Before you knew it, we’d stripped off all our clothes, the vibrator got tossed aside, and we were grinding against each other’s pussies like crazy. She had her first girl/girl orgasm, and things just escalated from there.” T admitted she talked Donna into going down on her, although, “She didn’t need much convincing, after I’d initiated things by munching on her cunt for nearly an hour.”

T probably would have continued her tale but, halfway through her narrative, I’d slipped my erect cock in between her thighs and she’d arched her back just enough so I could enter her well-lubricated pussy. It was easy to do, since both of us were naked below the waist. I held steady to keep from distracting her, but she suddenly stopped talking and started to thrust against me. I let her do most of the moving and waited to see how far she wanted to take things. “I’m too drunk to get on top,” she admitted, even though I hadn’t made any such suggestion. “Doggie me, OK?” It was more an order than a request, but I was happy to oblige.

At my age, my knees aren’t what they used to be – arthritis, you know – so I find it much more comfortable to modify that position. I withdrew from T’s pussy, climbed off the bed after tossing the covers aside, and grabbed her ankles to pull her toward the bottom edge of the mattress. She squealed a bit from the rough way I manipulated her, but after I spanked her ass and told her to get up onto her knees, she understood immediately what I was after. I clamped my hands onto her hips and hauled her as close to the edge as I could without having her fall to the floor, and then I thrust forward. Her wide-open pussy accepted my erection with ease, and I leaned forward with my knees pressing firmly against the top edge of the mattress for improved leverage. While standing up, I’m much more capable of fucking for a while, since rocking back and forth on my feet is far easier than doing it on my knees, where I find it necessary to use my arms to support my weight. T likes a long, hard fuck, where she can reach down and rub her clit with no worries about sudden withdrawal. The orgasms she experiences from finger-fucking and pussy eating are frequent and continuous, but the ones triggered via fucking can be incredibly intense and nearly exhausting for her.

Such was the case here, where I pounded her nonstop for a good 20 minutes. She was making a lot of noise, none of which came out as actual words but was more guttural. Suddenly she reached back to dig her fingers into my thighs, which indicated she wanted me to stop pumping, shimmied her ass against my crotch, and let out such a massive groan that I was glad the closest neighbor was two lot spaces away. It ended up being the most intense orgasm she experienced the entire time we were together, although I didn’t know that at the time. I wasn’t even sure how long she’d held her breath, but she finally exhaled loudly and flopped forward. I backed away from the bed, breathing hard myself, and admired T’s lovely thighs and dripping-wet pussy. Unlike the previous evening, she’d left the bedside lamp lit, clearly less self-conscious about her appearance. Either that, or she’d been too well-lubricated with alcohol to notice the room wasn’t dark. Either way, I was definitely enjoying the view.

T asked me for a glass of water. When I returned, I found she’d stripped off her t-shirt and sports bra. “Is it fucking hot in here, or what?” she asked rhetorically, using her right hand to reach for the glass I’d brought while simultaneously patting the empty spot on the bed next to her with her left hand. I slid in alongside after quickly stripping off my pajama top, pairing my naked body with hers. She set down the now-empty glass and reached across to run her slender hand across my chest and tweak my nipples. My cock had sagged a little during my trip to the kitchen, but her touch revived things down below. “You didn’t come yet, did you?” T asked while already knowing the answer. I explained I’d been too busy concentrating on staying hard enough to make sure she got off, which she had – massively. “OK, it’s your turn,” she declared. Roll over onto your back. I want you to pump that man-jizz down my throat!” Rather than setting up alongside me, with her body resting against my chest as she had the previous night, T climbed over my outstretched right leg and knelt between my widespread thighs. She wrapped the first two fingers of her left hand firmly around the base of my cock, slid her right hand down against her crotch, and lowered her mouth until it engulfed the length of my penis that extended above her hand.

I’m not a large guy – 5-1/2” from base to circumcised tip – so she didn’t have much difficulty taking the entire exposed length of my cock between her lips. I hadn’t wiped my cock off after we’d fucked, so I knew she could taste her pussy juices on it. One of the things she told me years ago was allegedly the easiest way to determine if a woman was bisexual. “If she likes the taste of her own pussy on your cock or your fingers, she probably enjoys the taste of someone else’s pussy, too.” I’ve never experienced evidence to the contrary, so it must be true.

T can be quite enthusiastic when it involves cock-sucking. I was fairly sensitive, given how much I’d used my dick over the past 24 hours – a lot more than in the previous month, quite frankly. Several times I asked her to slow down and lessen the pressure she was using at the base of my cock. Finally, she slid her hand down around my balls and massaged them gently while deep-throating me and even gagging a bit. I started to pump my hips, so she stopped bobbing her head up and down and instead let me fuck her mouth at my own pace. While all this was transpiring, she was rubbing her clit with her free hand and groaning loudly – not nearly as much as before, but enough to signal she was close to a self-induced orgasm. A few grunts on her part, coupled with my faster pace of bucking my hips up and down, and I cut loose with three healthy pumps of cum down her throat. Even though all the signs had been there, my ejaculations may have caught her by surprise. Nonetheless, she remained in place until I was finished unloading, swallowing every drop like a champ. I was too wound up to notice if she’d induced her own orgasm while I was spurting, but at that point I didn’t really care.

“Damn, Zac – how does a guy your age come so much two nights in a row?” I had no answer for her, so I simply said, “Beats me,” shrugged my shoulders, and rolled onto my side. T laughed, which meant her words weren’t intended as an accusation, only an observation. She climbed off the bed, declaring she needed some more water to clear her throat, and walked out of the bedroom stark naked. When she returned a couple of minutes later, she slipped her t-shirt back on but left the bra on the floor. A quick kiss goodnight sealed the deal, and we ended the evening lying bare butt to bare butt as I quickly fell asleep.

Part III to follow.

kneeling thigh gap. thats a rare find. bitch has like the perfect proportions

amazing thigh gap. absolute goddess

You can drive a truck through Elizabeth’s thigh gap

First time writter, long time lurker.

Last summer, I went to Rhodes with my sister. First time away on holiday without my family. It came to that, because the chance to go just came up, my husband could not go, due to work, so, I was really looking forward to it.

We were staying in this hotel close to the beach, and to the city, and city is amazing, first few nights we stayed really late, and, all in all, I felt like in heaven.

Due to our late stays, my sister would sleep late, and when at the seaside, I cant do that, so every morning, I went to the beach, near by. It had this secluded part, behind this rock formation, where I could tan, without crowd around me.

To be honest, I wanted to be topless, and tan equally, but I do not have a very positive view of my own body.

I am 40, married for over 15 years, still slim, but my breasts are not what they used to be, gravity is winning that battle, and there is body fat on my waist and thighs, so I am not happy when I look in the mirror, and I just do not feel confident to be seen topless - it is not about being shy, because I never was.

On the 2nd day, I realised that this secluded part of the beach was used as a wild nude beach, because two older couples came by, and got but naked. After seeing their bodies, I realised that I have got nothing to be ashamed of, and it felt comforting and nice.

Next day, this young boy came too, and positioned himself suspiciously close to me. I never took my bottom off, but I felt his attention towards me, even though there were few other people there as well. I tried not to look at his direction, by throwing just a few glimpses. He was turned my way, with a full on erection, that he wanted to act casual about. Then I noticed how young he is, 20, tops. I felt a chizzle down my spine.

I am not gonna lie, having the attention of a good looking, younger man, made wonders for my self esteem. Consciously or not (I told myself I just wanna tan), the next day, I was wearing a tongue. He was there again, only him, and a couple in their 60s on the other side of this little beach. He sat closer this time, and I felt a bit cheeky, so I tried to pose in a provocative way. My glimpses caught his erection, but this time, he was fiddling with it - adjusting it, dusting off sand etc.

I have no idea where I got the courage, but I turned on the side, facing him and just smiled at him, and got on my back.

I knew he was playing with himself, before I saw it, I just felt it. I could hear his breath getting heavy. Curiousity got the better of me, so once again I turned towards him, and looked down. He stopped, suddenly, twiched, because he probably got scared of my reaction. It was big, fully erect, and I was already horny as hell, so I said nothing, he smiled, I smiled back, and he continued. He was done within a minute. I saw he felt ashamed of himself afterwards, quickly gathered his things, and went off.

I thought I will never see him again, it just felt that way, and I was content. It was a peculiar feeling, I have had my summer "adventure", without doing anything stupid.

But, tomorrow, he was there, even close this time, practicaly besides me. But, the beach was packed, and the day after that, so we talked. Of course, I was the one to initiate the conversation, cause I have realised that he was a bit intimidated by my age. Nice boy, bad english, but I was still impressed for how long he could keep his erection, just by being besides me. I guess that is youth.

I was tempted to "think" about this ordeal, when I go back to our room, since all of it, the sun, the sexual tension, the suspense, made me pretty restless, but there never was a chance for it, and I, myself, am a bit complicated, when it comes to masturbation. I need piece, a certain mood, and it just wasnt there.

The following day, we were all alone. He was there before me. I chose to position myself right next to him, as my heart was pounding. I didnt wanna cheat on my hubby, I just enjoyed the rush of him being around me.

Since we were alone, he felt braver, and started touching himself, while talking to me. It was surreal. The first time, there was a 10m gap between us, but now, he was at a hands reach. And I reached. Hand job never hurt anyone, I thought. He started playing with my breasts, and I guess he felt I was a bit reluctant.

"Your boobs are pretty"

My weakest point. I dont know if he was smooth about it, or it was just me being arroused, but the next thing you know, I was on him, with my breast squised around his hard penis, going up and down.

And as I felt he was about to climax, it just dawned on me what I was doing. I got up, like something bit me, and just got back on my towel, and turned the other way. I am not gonna do it, my husband doesnt deserve this, what a hell am I doing.

I should have just left, but I am not sure that subconsciously, I wanted to. Sure enough, he was behind me, pressing himself on my bottom, I felt him. He moved my bottom to the side, and just went in, in this, spooning position.

It only took few strokes for him, fast and hard strokes, but still, after just a few, he got out, and finished on my ass. I got on my stomach, as he was rubbing it in on my ass and thighs, like a lotion. I wanted his fingers to go down there, I wanted mine to go down there...

But they didnt. He just got besides me, and started talking in his crooked English.

I didnt get the satisfaction that day, nor for the next few days. He was there, but the place was crowded, so we just talked.

Guilt got the better of me, after I came back home, and I felt really bad for doing all that, so I have supressed it, until now.

As a dedicated erotic story reader, I never imagined I will have the guts to confess mine.

Id like to tell you a story about our new house that myself and my wife have moved into. It's a beautiful 2 bedroom, one bedroom is tiny,house with everything furnished and the rent isn't bad either. The landlord built for his mother-in-law, it at the end of his yard. It has a small garden, fenced in. His mother-in-law passed away about 2 months before we moved in. We really got lucky.

Things were going great until my wife had things stolen from her, not from inside the house but from the clothes she had drying outside. It was her underwear, bras and panties. She didn't get too upset until some of her more expensive lingerie disappeared. It wasn't every time she was drying her clothes but about every second weekend. I found out that, every second weekend, the landlords son came to visit. I didn't know that the landlord and his wife had separated and he had visitation every time her underwear went missing. Just to be sure I installed an infrared trail camera, out of sight but I was able to see enough. Sure enough the next time the son came for the weekend, my app for the camera, messaged me that something set it off. My wife knew I was setting up the camera but I didn't let her know that the camera was recording. I went from the sitting room, where we were watching TV, to the kitchen so I could see what set the camera off. I could see someone snooping around the yard and making his way to the clothes that were drying, but I couldn't see who. At that exact time my wife's TV program ended and she came into me to say goodnight and up to the bedroom she went. I kept an eye on my phone to see if it would show the culprits face. I could see the bedroom brightening up after my wife turning on the light and then getting darker from her shutting the curtains. With that the figure went from the drying clothes to the bedroom window where my wife was getting ready for bed. Even though I saw all of this happening, I didn't do a thing. I didn't turn on the yard light, I didn't go outside to chase the person away and I never told my wife someone was at the window. All I did was watch, on my phone, this person spying on my wife. I kind of enjoyed it. The next day my wife came into me wanting to find out about what the camera spotted because her underwear had gone missing again. I told her that the batteries must have been dead because nothing was recorded. We'll try again tonight.

It has to be the son.

The following night nothing happened. The camera was never tripped. Visitation was over and the landlords son went back to his mother. 2 weeks later and I'll be ready.

The more I thought about it I was loving the thought of my wife being spied on. 

Visitation weekend was here. I set the trap. I snucked my wife's gstrings, 4, and her fanciest most colorful bras out and I closed the bedroom curtains, leaving a big gap, revealing, most of the room, just hoping my wife didn't notice. 

I opened a bottle of wine and we sat watching a movie just chilling. The movie ended and we were chatting, when my phone notification dings letting me know that something set off the hidden camera. The bate was taken.

I told the wife that I was going to bed after I tidied the kitchen and started to take the wine glasses and bottle to the kitchen. With that my wife said that she'll head off to bed. I examined my phone, and sure enough, I could see someone at her lingerie that I hung up. This time I could make out that he was rubbing himself with one of her undies, he was wanking on her underwear. The yard, in one patch, lit up. I can see our bedroom light was after being turned on, my wife was, now , getting ready for bed. With that the voyeur scooted over to the window and to my delight, and the window spy, she never noticed the curtains not being pulled completely. He was right up to the window, going slightly to the left and back to the right, following my wife as she walked around. Then I see he has his phone turned on, he starts to record her. With the light from his phone shinig slightly on his face, I get the biggest surprise, its not our landlords son, it's the LANDLORD.

I rushed to the bedroom, not to close the curtains but to give a better view for the landlord. I entered the room and my wife was just walking around with only her panties on. Her ass was swallowing her panties, her 2 cheeks just munching them.  I grabbed her from behind and started to nibble on her neck and at the same time walked her closer to the window giving the, window peep, a clear view of my half naked wife. I ran my hands up her ribs, catching her shoulders and arching her back , which thrusted her C cup breast toward the window. I then slid my hands slowly back down her ribs to her thighs as far as I could and back up between her now parted legs but I perpously didn't go ne'er her pussy. Back up her rids not going at get tits and back between her legs not fingering her pussy. She was giving my bulge an unbelievable grinding with her ass. I finally rubbed her pussy which had her panties soaking wet. She went from grinding on my bulge to trying to get my fingers to enter her pussy with my fingers. I turned her around which had her ass facing the window and she was really gyrating her hips on my now throbbing dick. This was my first time being filmed and I was really trying to put on a show for our landlord. Without any coaxing, my wife put her two hands down my shorts and pulls out my dick and starts to give me a BJ. turning her slightly so I can give our peeping Tom a better viewing. Eventually I guided to the bed, I faced her pussy towards the window. She started back giving me my dick licking and I started at her now dripping wet pussy. I started to take her panties off when she reached down herself and pulled them down a small bit and then kicked her legs until they were off. There we were, my wife, giving me a side headed blow job with her legs spread, with me squeezing  her breasts with one hand and fingering her with the other one, exposing herself to be filmed. I caught one of her hands and tried to have her finger herself with no luck. I was determined to have her play with her pussy and after a bit I placed my hand on top for hers, placed it on her wet pussy and I stated to play with her in-between her fingers. I could feel her starting to really enjoy this. I eventually placed my fingers on top of hers and started to rub her clitress with her fingers, which were being controlled by mine. Before long I could feel that she wasn't being controlled by my fingers anymore. She was taking over herself. Not to startle her, i slowly took my hand away, BINGO, she was masturbating herself. Her legs spread wide, her fingers were all over her clit and disappearing into her pussy. Her blowjob on me was being forgotten about, as she starts giving off this, high pitched, hum. I've heard that noise often before. It means she's bringing herself to a climax. Her knees start to close together, with her body starting to shake. I whispered to her to try to keep her legs open and she only had to be asked once. She had them spread the widest I've seen. (The yoga classes she takes are really coming in handy for the landlord). I could see her toes curling, her shoulders shaking, her face straining and her mouth wide open and high-pitched groans and moans getting louder. I squeeze her tits hard, really hard. This seems to excite her even more and then she starts to get waves of convulsions shooting through her. This kept going on for 2 minutes untill she grabs her own tits, squeezes her thighs together and just squirming. After her explosive climax, I fucked her brains out. At the end of our sex session, she couldn't get out of bed to go to the bathroom, I had to help her. What a night.

I fixed the curtains in Beth bedrooms so they can't close properly. My sister-in-law comes over to stay with us and I said I'd give the landlord someone else to record. I keep recharging tha infrared camera, which tips me off that we have a guest. Most of the time my wife is only changing but every so often, I put on a show for our peeping Tom.

8 months into our lease, I asked our landlord for a reference because we didn't know if the rent was going up , so we decided to look around. Well he told me that we were the Ideal tenants, payed on time, never any trouble. We said that he was trying to pay less to the tax man and was wondering if we would sign another lease but it would be for 200 cheaper. Tax man yeah. The window spy wanted to keep his model to film. If course I agreed. Nothing like using my wife as a unsuspecting whore, who show's off her body getting used. A film whore.

My wife still doesn't know she's being used. The sister-in-law is an additional slut to the stable. I wouldn't mind seeing her naked. My wife still has her bras and panties take every now and then. ( It is the landlords son who steals them) The landlord does wank himself using the wife's underwear. She was complaining that the washing machine isn't cleaning as well as it was because it's leaving stains on some of her clothes, it's always her knickers and bras. She used to rewash them but lately she sees the stains smells them and puts them on. Fuckin hell, she's wearing knickers and bras with his cum stains in them. I love it 

I know some of you will be saying, "show us some nudes of her". I'm onto a good thing. I'm not going to ruin everything to show you guys. If one of the recordings turn up on line, I'm clean, it wasn't me. I might repost it, but I won't be the one to post a nude of her.

I hope you've enjoyed this.

  I have to tell someone. I can't tell my friends because I fear what they might think of me. At times I even think why didn't I do something, how could I have let this happen. I should have done more to stop this from happening. Then more times I'm thinking how fucken hot was that. I just have to get it off my chest.  My girlfriend, Karen, and myself had a vacation booked and we were really looking forward to getting away together, when disaster struck. COVID. It closed every country. When restrictions were eventually lifted, our relationship was going through a rocky patch. We decided that maybe a trip away might be the thing that would help us, but even deciding where to go caused trouble.  Karen comes from a well-to-do family and is use to the finer things in life. She wanted to go for two weeks to a spa resort in Japan. I'm into the outdoors. I saw this place, in  the Andaman Sea, which had these beach huts that I always wanted to stay in. We compromised, well I compromised, we said we would stay 4 days in the beach huts and then fly to the spa and stay for 10 days there. I was getting ready to book the hut when Karen saw the place I was about to book, she said " no way" "not a hope". She said, "I'm going to book the beach hut". I just said fine and left her at it. The hut she booked, did look better than the ones that I was going for, so we reserved it for April.We arrived at the airport and got through customs without a problem. Our taxi driver was in the lobby waiting for us, and led us out to his car. Once the doors of the airport opened, bang, the heat hit us. I thought that springtime would be a great time to go but what I didn't realize is that April is the hottest time of the year there and to make things worse, we arrived in the middle of a heatwave. The taxi driver told us that the night-time temperature only drops 5 degrees. It was 110 Fahrenheit/44 Celsius. It took us about the hour to get to our resort. We arrived too early to check in so we went for a walk towards the huts. One of them was being cleaned so we went inside to take a look. It looks nothing like the website. The windows and doors only covered by nets. There was a mattress thrown on the ground in the corner and the table to eat off of was in the middle of the of the room. In the back corner of that same room was a curtain and it was hiding a hole in the floor, that was our toilet and for the showers we had to go out the back of the huts to a communal site. Karen was almost in tears as she shouts "I'm not staying here." On the way back to the lobby I calmed her down a small bit. We checked in and I got the number of our hut. As we were walking out, a fellow with a very feminine voice asked the receptionist was she staying with us. He stops Karen and  introduces himself as the owner of this resort his name was Tommy. He said that he has a bungalow with a private beach that he is going to give us as an upgrade. I asked him how much extra will all this cost and Karen barks at me, " I don't care how much it costs we'll take it." Tommy leads her back to the opposite end of the counter and tells her that she's much too good for a hut. I see a smile on the face of the guy who originally checked us in. The good part about it was he didn't charge us anything extra. Tommy led us to the bungalow. WOW, it was stunning. Sitting on top of a small hill overlooking a beach with Coconut trees behind. There was absolutely nothing else around it. As he leads us into the bungalow the first thing you notice is that there are doors and windows which are covered by screens. A beautiful veranda, deck chairs and hammock. There was a room for sitting and eating with a bedroom off of it, with a proper bed. The bathroom had an open shower which drained into the hole in the ground that is used as a toilet. Karen loved it, not so much the toilet but everything else. I do have to admit, it was beautiful.The first thing Karen did was take a shower. Her outfit was drenched from the sweat. Her bra and panties felt like she took a swim  with them on. The first thing I did was head down to the beach, took a look around and saw nobody, took off my t-shirt and board shorts and dove into the water. Even the water was warm but, oh, how refreshing, a private beach. A little while later I see Karen looking down from the veranda, naked. "This is the life."In the evening we went to the bar and restaurant just beside reception. As we walked in Tommy comes up to Karen asking if she's settling in and guides her to the counter just totally ignoring me, having a 5 minute conversation, without trying to bring me into it. I don't know why but I just can't warm to him. I know he upgraded us but I think he's a bit creepy. I mentioned this to Karen over dinner but she totally disagreed with me saying he's the only reason we're still here. After dinner we went to the bar to have a few drinks. The place was busier than I thought with the DJ playing some nice music. There were a few couples out dancing so I asked Karen if she wanted to dance but she gave me the coldest, NO. We were just  about to head back home when Tommy comes over to the table and grabbed Karen off the chair and pulled her onto the dance floor saying to her "Mr Karen should have pretty girl dancing." There I am, sitting, watching the two of them. She totally refused me but there is no problem going out with her new bestie. They eventually come off the floor. Walking past the table, Karen said "come on we're going home." Tommy and her stopped at the counter, giggling with each other and then they inform me that we're going to a dance tomorrow that Tommy is holding at his club. Well, I see I have no say in the matter, so fine by me. He told us that he'll.. have the receptionist get a taxi for us and have the driver ask for him.It was unbelievable just how hot it is at night. I slept in the hammock with a mosquito net over it but it was a broken sleep. I'd be woken by Karen who would come out to try to sleep, like me in the hammock, but would never stop going on about it being too hot and she can't sleep disturbing my sleep. Her motto must be, "if I can't sleep neither can you." The day time was magical. We were laying around on the porch most of the time, heading to the water for a dip with one sexy looking girl next to me, with no clothes or bikini on.....NICE.... That evening we got ready to go to the club. The receptionist got us a taxi and off we went. We were being driven for about 30 minutes when the taxi pulled into an industrial estate stopping at this huge warehouse. The amount of people trying to gain entry stretched the length of the building. The taxi driver gets out and opened our door, leads us to one of the doormen, who checks us up and down before he talks into his shoulder mic. He tells another of the doormen to wait inside the door with us. I'm usually the one queuing outside waiting to get in, not the one being escorted in.We were eventually met by Tommy who was being escorted by 3 minders. As usual he completely ignored me and he went straight to Karen and was complimenting how she looked in her dress. I have to admit,  she was looking really sexy. All I could tell you about her dress was, it was a black very short mini, with shiny thin straps.  Tommy was spinning her around saying, " with that black velvet mini and crystal straps, that must be Magda Butrym design. ( I had to look at Karen's dress, just now, to see what name was on the label). Karen was delighted that he knew the designer of her dress and by the sounds of it, it's an expensive one. Tommy leads us into the main part of the warehouse and seeing the inside just confirmed what I thought. It's a Rave. The place was so, so crowded. There was a DJ on an elevated stage, the lighting was like something I'd never seen before. Colorful lights spinning and flashing to the heavy base sounds of some monster speakers. I don't know how much it would cost to get in but Tommy must have made a small fortune tonight. He brings us to the side of the bar whispered into the ear of one of the barman, turns to Karen saying, he'll look after us. He said to enjoy ourselves and he'll checkup later. I asked the barman for drinks and when I went to pay, he told me that Tommy doesn't want us to pay for any drinks. As I was bringing the drinks back to Karen, I noticed Tommy talking to group of guys and two of them turned and looked in our direction. Maybe I'm only paranoid but I don't like him. I said what I saw to Karen but she barks at me, "will you just stop being such a dick, he's a great person." We were just after finishing our second drink when Tommy and his minders came back to us. Again Tommy totally ignored me and was straight up to Karen wondering why she wasn't out dancing. He takes Karen's almost empty glass and hands it to me then leads Karen towards the packed floor. I put the glasses on the bar and followed them. One of the minders was pushing his way through and one more on either side was shielding Karen and himself from the dancers. They stopped, center of the floor about 6 people back from the barriers that were blocking the stage and Tommy started to dance with Karen. He stayed there for about 5 minutes and then headed off, with his minders, telling us to enjoy the night. People all around us were like zombies, just stairring up at the DJ, swooning to everything he said and dancing.  Things started to get a bit rougher. I was being barged out of the way by people trying to get closer to the stage. The next thing is the crowd who are doing the barging seems to be dancing around Karen. They're 4 behind her and 3 in front. They separate Karen and myself but I pushed back along her side and said to her that you better be careful, something fishy is happening. Karen kicked her leg slightly and said " ouch, why did you scratch me. Will you fuck off and let me enjoy my night." I didn't touch her at all. I just backed off and kept an eye on her.It was quite hard to see what was happening. Maybe I was, over reacting. They did seem to be only dancing unlike, Karen, who went from this very refined swaying, to a pole dancer without a pole. Her hands were over her head as she had her body snaking. Then she'd bring her hands down and start guiding them over her boobs, continuing down to her thighs and back up delaying around her low stomach before rubbing her ass. This is not how Karen acts. The next thing that happens is, the guys that we're dancing by her, start to squeeze into her. The ones behind her start to push forward and the ones in front stand firm which put Karen squashed between them, she was the meat in their sandwich, as she keeps dancing very provocatively. Not long after this, the lighting changes. It went from spinning coloured lights mostly pointed at the stage to white strobing lights which was faced to the dancers on the floor. This lighting was very blinding, but it wasn't stopping me from getting glimpses of what was happening alongside me. 2 of the guys behind Karen pulled out their phones and turned on the torch light and then took turns pointing it up her dress. Karen's being given an upskirt. Well, they really hit the jackpot. Huge jackpot!!! Karen has a thigh gap, she's wearing no panties, has a landing strip cut out of her pubes and she has the biggest, floppy, pussy lips ever. She's getting an upskirt and I'm doing nothing to stop it being done to her. Well she did tell me to "fuck off and let her dance" and I was loving watching this happen to her.  This seems to be going on for ages when I think I see one of the guys with his dick pulled out and he has it resting on Karen's dress and with her dancing, she's giving his dick a good grind. They take turns having their dicks rubbed and tossed by Karen's ass, while filming all that was happening and she's oblivious to the groping that's being done to her. The guys headed off just as fast as they arrived. I wasn't 100 percent sure but I think one of the guys is the same person that Tommy was talking to before he took us out on the floor. The lights change back to the colorful spinning ones which makes  me wonder even more.Karen was still in a world of her own. Nothing was stopping her from dancing, she was buzzing. Tommy and his minders came back to us and he led Karen over to the bar and gave her a bottle of water, again I thought that was strange. He said that the night was almost over and that it would be very hard to get a taxi with everyone looking for one, so he'll give us a drive back to the bungalow. What happened in the next few days was even crazier/dangerous, scary as shit.Part 2 later

Hoping someone out there may have seen this video- it was on here years ago favorited on my old account. It's a candid voyer short video of a girl with an impossibly amazing thigh gap in black spandex yoga shorts at a grocery store.
Like the thigh gap was incredible, skinny legs etc.