Bi Black Male for Bi Couple/Females

Man in London, Greater London, UK

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Romantically straight/sexually bi

I do not do MM meets EVER!

I'm not desperate for sex that i will meet without knowing what you look like, i don’t want to fuck someone I don’t have good chemistry & banter with.

I never ever ever do bareback meets and dont meet couples/females who do.

I am not the type of dude who would fuck anyone, I don't need to, I take my time with meets and if the vibe is right then its all good. Don't want to be in a position where I regret who I have played with because I was thinking with my dick and not my head, that's the main reason I don't play at clubs I just voyeur and my standards are high,just like in my Vanilla life.

I love rimming women...having a female on her knees bent over, back arched, spreading her ass cheeks apart, me behind kissing the lower back and then working my tounge down her arse crack licking all the way to the booty hole licking away like any ice cream on a hot day, and I love having my arse eaten.

Strap-on play welcome x I really enjoy a long slow pegging session.

Very Hairy Pussies/Arse to the front Women only.

Saggy Tits/Big nipples/Cellulite bum to the front x

Big pussy lips to the front as I like to suck on them gently.

Did I mention I LOVE ORAL sex both ways, I eat pussy for my pleasure lol and love rimming sexy ladies bums.

Rule No 1 - Hygiene, please be clean, fresh, smelling good etc bad odour makes me dick limp.

Rule No 2 - Don't hold back your nasty thoughts and be nasty/horny/kinky with me.

I WILL ONLY ARRANGE A MEET AFTER WE HAVE VERIFIED EACH OTHER ON CAM. I have absolutely no problem going on cam to prove myself so please be on the same page xx

Strictly MMF or F or FF or MMFF

I love foreplay, lots or foreplay, lots of oral, not into a quick wham bam.

Scenarios:

1) Imagine i suck on your hard cock, while your Lady sucks on mine, while you eat out your Lady. The circle of kinky lurveeeee* all cumming at the same time.

2) Lets sit back, slowly wanking each others hard cocks while your lady strips and plays with herself.

3) You fuck my arse while i eat out your lady.

4) Me and your Man in a 69 sucking each others hard cocks while you spank/finger/lick our arses.

5) I fuck you while your Mrs watches before joining in.

6) Your Lady fucks us all with her strap on.

7) Your Lady sucks your cock and balls while you suck my cock.

8) Your lady wanks your hard cock into my warm wet mouth.

9) Both of you rim me while your lady and wanks you off.

10) Your lady fucks you with her strap on while you suck my cock.

11) Your lady licking one ball, am sucking your cock and then your turn.

12) Wanking each others cocks into your lady warm wet mouth, then you ladies stroking her pussy till she squirt over our faces.

13) You fuck my arse while your lady sucks sucks my cock.

14) Me and your Hubby standing up cocks rubbing up against each other loads of baby oil over each other while your on your knees behind your hubby rimming him.

15) You take both our cocks and slide them inside your warm wet pussy double vagina fucking.

16) Me fucking you doggy style with your husband underneath us licking your clit and my balls and occasionally sucking your pussy off my cock whilst your sucking his cock.

17) You sat on either face whilst the other person sucks dick.

18) You sat on my face whilst your hubby is sat riding my dick.

19) Me bending your hubby over forcing him to lick your pussy whilst fucking him.

20) You (female) tied up and gently whipped.

21) You (female) tied up while I edged you until you explode.

22) To have a female fuck me with her strap on while she has a belt/tights round my neck choccking me.

23) Your hubby gets on his knees and sucks my cock while I watch you get fucked.

24) To have a female squat over my cock and piss over it while am wanking off.

25) To have a female fuck me with her strap on while am eating another females pussy/ass.

26) All of use us chilling and edging each other until we explode.

27) Me in a 69 while your hubby fucks you so I can lick and suck you both together, hopefully having you both cum over my face.

28) you piss over my hard cock while your hubby fucks my mouth.

29) Race play

30) Me fucking you while your fucking your wife.

In the real world am a straight dude, good looking and can get women without having to be on fabswingers, lucky for me I don't need Fab to get laid, but i have this kinky side to me where i enjoy playing with Bi couples, sucking cock and licking pussy/ass, getting fucked and fucking, so thats why am on fabswingers to please my kinky side on the down low. my 1st love is eating pussy/ass 2nd love sucking dick with pussy in the mix.

Everything discreet and on the down low, keeping fab things in the fab world.

I'm looking for fun with couples and Bi couples and females only.

I enjoy making a female squirt and wetting herself.

Females with strap ons most welcome, golden showers to, love a woman who can squat over my hard dick and piss over it while am wanking.

Find Latex a turn on.

Safe sex only and always!

Luckily for me i am not desperate and just because it's the sex scene does not mean i will go with anyone or anything. It has to appeal to :-) if i wouldn't chat you up in the real world i sure as hell wont chat you up online, would rather have a wank to porn then meet someone am not really attracted to, I don't want to sleep with someone and feel disgusted afterwards because I was thinking with my cock lmao.

Always up for Cam/Video call fun.

#HairyPussyLover #Saggytitslover #massivenipplelover #Bigpussyliplover

#VeryHornyButVeryPicky #Cellulite

FAQ, Please read carefully before replying:

1. Are you genuine? Yes

2. Are you genuine? Yes

3. Luckily for me I am not desperate or looking to fuck as many people as possible, it has always been about quality fun that I won't regret after i have cum, so I have no problem taking my time vetting my meets.

4. Can you accommodate? No

5. I'm a nice single guy would you like to meet? No

6. Can you send more cock pictures? No, the ones here are detailed enough

7. Do you meet single guys? No

8. Are you sure? Yes

9. Do you meet tv/ts? No, No.

10. Have you met with couples in the past? Yes

11. What do you do for a living? I'm a professional meaning I have a decent job. Should be sufficient enough information for this purpose.

12. What are your interests, what are you into? Please read my ad again.

13. Are you bi? Yes, fully bi as part of a threesome only.

14. Can you tell us about previous meetings you've had and what you did? I could however I respect the privacy of the people I am meeting with so the answer is no.

15. We want to arrange something in few months time,ok? Yes.

16. Can you come over in the next hour? I would appreciate at least a day's notice. Like most of you out there I also have a day job, social life and other commitments,but you never know.

17. When do you prefer to meet? Most evenings should be ok subject to the above and day times if am working from home.

18: do you do bareback? No No and No.

19:I don't mind water sports but its a no to poo.

20: Did i say i LOVE to eat pussy and have a lady squirt all over my face.

My go to porn:

Mature

MILF

Strap-on

BBW

Granny

Bi-3some

Golden Shower

Nubian

Masturbation

Upskirt

If you've read so far and still interested then I'd like to hear from you.

If I have checked your profile out and I'm not physically or have attributes that you want, I'll just block you and you can do the same. Nothing personal

== Results from bdsmtest.org ==

http://bdsmtest.org/r/TSmKmgc8

98% Kinky

1% Naughty

1% Vanilla

Safe Sex always, please and thank you.

Hit me up on Telegram/WhatsApp.

Married/Attached Females welcome.

Don't bother to message unless you shower minimum twice a day and you smell fresh. Clean teeth and nails too.

The background of some folks photos are just so unclean looking .. between manky clothes laying about and filthy skirting boards etc...grotty as fuck...if your house is filthy then you know the rest.

PS: for all, know that whatever the format we play, we will guarantee your anonymity 1000%

Tested 4/4/24 and clean as a whistle, always making sure to test between play mates.

Safe sex always.

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I'm Sorry

I’m sorry that I made your pussy so wet while you were at work.

I’m sorry it was hard for you to concentrate when I texted you that I can’t wait to suck your clit when you get home.

I’m sorry that you were squirming around in your chair because you were picturing yourself riding my dick.

I’m sorry your favorite panties were soaking wet when you thought about me fucking you from the back while I slip my long finger deep in your ass.

I’m sorry that you were at your desk squeezing your thighs close together when I sent you a video of me stroking my dick until it was rock hard.

I’m sorry that when I texted you “I can’t wait to lick around your nipples with the tip of my tongue” it made your nipples so hard.

I’m sorry that you had to put on your jacket because you didn’t want anyone to notice them.

I’m sorry that you were thinking about sneaking off to the restroom to play with your pussy.

I’m sorry that as you walked to the restroom that your wetness started to drip and slide down your thigh.

I’m sorry that when you arrived at the restroom you couldn’t hold it anymore.

I’m sorry the thought of me licking circles around your clit made you raise up your skirt and pull your panties half way down as you leaned against the locked bathroom door.

I’m sorry that the thought of me writing my name all over clit with my tongue had you rubbing it in circles.

I’m sorry that you were thinking about how I look into your eyes as I devour your juicy pussy as you rubbed it.

I’m sorry that your fingers were getting so wet as you rubbed your phat pussy over and over as you thought of me fucking you at work.

I’m sorry you started to cream all over your knuckles as you plunged your fingers in your pussy as you pictured me pinning you against the bathroom door and fucking you hard and savagely.

I’m sorry that your pussy was so wet that it was making that loud smacking noise it does.

I’m sorry that when you pictured me fucking you from the back and squeezing your breasts you started to rub and pinch your hard nipples.

I’m sorry that you got upset when you realized that you left your purse at your desk and that pocket vibrator you keep is inside. You know the one that you sometimes break out when you’re stuck in traffic after work.

I’m sorry that you had to put your hand over your mouth to keep anyone from hearing your moans.

I’m sorry that made you a little angry because you couldn’t rub your clit and finger fuck your pussy at the same time.

I’m sorry that your legs started to wobble and your heart sped up as your climax grew near.

I’m sorry that your pussy noise grew louder as your pussy got wetter.

I’m sorry that as you started to cum your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you had to bite down on your hand in order to keep from moaning out loud.

I’m sorry that you were so caught up in what you were doing you couldn’t hear or you didn’t care when someone knocked on the bathroom door.

I’m sorry that the restroom was filled with your sweet pussy aroma once you were finished.

I’m sorry that your pussy was so wet that you didn’t even bother putting back on your panties.

I’m sorry that you had to work the rest of the day without wearing any panties .

I’m sorry that I contributed to the act of you playing with your pussy at work..

I’m sorry that the thought of me fucking, licking, sucking, kissing and fingering you made your pussy so wet.

I’m sorry that you will spend the rest of the day thinking about us immediately fucking right after you've walked through the door.

I’m sorry that…..you know what...fuck that shit. Fuck all that shit I said. I ain’t sorry. I will do that shit again. Hell, I’ll do that shit every day if I can. I love knowing that I make your pussy so wet. I love knowing that when you play with your pussy you think of me licking and eating your pussy and your ass. I love knowing that when you close eyes and right before you cum you’re thinking of me.

I’m sorry baby but I'm not sorry at all.

Sorry, not sorry.

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The Neighbour

Some say familiarity breeds contempt. I say it opens the door to sexual adventure. How many neighbours end up fucking just because they have gotten to know the person and don’t feel they are a threat? ENJOY!!

I was sitting on in my garden, enjoying an adult beverage, when my neighbor's wife appeared on their patio. She wore mid-thigh, loose-fitting jersey shorts, a T-shirt, and tennis shoes with no socks with her hair in a ponytail.

Ann is 50ish Black woman and in reasonably good shape. Her legs are full and long, and She had a pronounced mommy pooch from having three kids; her breasts are full with a mature sag, maybe 38DD. She developed a pear shape as most of us do in later life.

She and her husband have been neighbors for about 15 years. I watched their kids grow up and leave.

Her husband, Allen, is a fishing nut and takes off most weekends to fish somewhere. I've gone with him a few times. Besides fishing tackle, fish, and pussy, Ann was one of the topics of conversation.

The sex had gone out of their marriage. After 30 years of marriage, they were more intimate friends than husband and wife. From our conversations, I gleaned that she was once a great sex partner but lost interest after raising three kids.

This weekend Allen was off doing his fishing thing, and Ann was going to mow the grass for the first time.

The grass was high and thick from the warm late April weather with lots of rain. She waved, we exchanged pleasantries, and she disappeared into their garage.

I walked inside to replenish my glass. The roar of Ann's lawnmower drowned out the tinkle of ice cubes splashing into my glass.

I walked back out on my patio, sat down, and watched her struggle as she tried to push the mower through the thick grass. It was apparent she had it set too low.

“Shut it off,” I yelled over the roar of the motor.

“Why is this damn thing so hard to push,” Ann said, wiping sweat from her brow.

“When the grass is this long, you must raise the blades. You’ll have to make two passes, one at a high height and one lower height

“Fucking great,” she exclaimed, “Allen didn’t tell me that. And excuse my French!”

“Not a problem! I’ve used a few chosen words mowing my lawn.”

“I’ll watch you so I can do it myself next time!”

I knelt and began adjusting the wheels upward. She knelt across from me and chatted as I struggled to get the wheels up to the same height.

I glanced up and noticed that her jersey shorts had tightened around her pussy as she knelt. I saw a beautiful camel toe outlined by sweat marks on her crotch. Instant hard-on! I must have been staring.

"Can you do that while looking at me?"

"No, I can't! You’d better move so I can concentrate!” l laughed.

Over the years, we had many double-entendre conversations. Even Allen got in on it. But a little gentle probing over the years revealed that they were not in the swinging lifestyle and just saw me as their safe older Black neighbor.

Ann went back to mowing after I adjusted the wheels.

Her shirt and shorts were soaked and clinging to every curve, emphasizing the curve of her heavy breasts and the noticeable swell of her mature hips. Occasionally, the shorts rode up into the crack of her ass.

She'd reached back and pull them out. Watching this pre-senior soaking wet with sweat mowing her lawn was turning me on for whatever reason.

Ann finished the first pass with the mower. She knelt to adjust the height, looked over at me, and raised both hands in the air in exasperation.

“Wait a minute! I’ll be right there!” I grabbed a beer for her.

“Thank you! I needed this!”

She took big gulps of the ice-cold cider. As she did, the wet t-shirt pulled tight over her nipples, and the crotch of the shorts pulled into her crotch again. It was obvious she wore no panties or bra. Again, she caught me.

"Look, she said, are you going to adjust the mower or voyeur this old grey-haired woman!"

“I’m doing both. I'm enjoying the view!"

She looked down, saw the shorts clinging to her pussy, and pulled them loose., giving me a glimpse of her hairy pussy!

"Hey, I said, be careful! Your husband is out of town, and I'm between girlfriends. Stop teasing this old man. "

Ann laughed as I stood and handed me the empty bottle.

"What makes you think I'm teasing!”

I laughed and said nothing. The conversation was getting more flirtatious, and I needed to be careful. I didn’t want to get some pussy and lose a neighbor and friend.

She restarted the mower and began mowing the grass again. In about an hour, she was finished. She glistened with sweat. The shorts and shirt were matted to her body.

“Hey, I'm finished! Do you mind getting me another one of those cold cider”

“Not a problem,” I said.

I got the cider, hesitated, and added a healthy tall glass of Bushmill’s and coca for us both. When I got back outside, she pulled up a chair opposite my chair. I handed her the beer and the glass of Irish whisky and cocacola.

“Whoa,” she said, “I don't know if I can handle all of that! Besides, are you trying to get me d*unk and take advantage of me? "

"Absolutely,” I said, laughing.

She laughed along with me and took a deep pull on the beer and a healthy gulp of the Bushmill’s. When she set the beer down, it was half gone. She did the same to the whisky.

She crossed her legs, and we began meaningless chit-chat about the village, her kids, and Allen.

The cool evening breeze dried the shorts some, and the legs drooped, putting her pussy on display. I stole quick glances as we chatted.

She drained the cider and the whisky and held both empties up. I grabbed the empties and went in for refills.

We sipped our fresh drinks and chatted. It was obvious she knew I could see up her shorts and was having fun with it. Finally, I could take no more.

"Look, just take the damn things off and let me get a good look!"

“I’m not going to do that! But I was getting a charge out of you sneaking peeks!”

She drained the cider and whisky and stood.

"I need to clean out the grass from the bottom of the mower. I don’t want to hear Allen’s mouth!”

A few minutes later, her head appeared from the garage door.

“Could you give me a hand here,” she asked.

I walked over. She was trying to get the mower on its side to clean it. We struggled and got it on its side. We were both sweating.

She threw an old blanket on the floor, lay on her side, and started scrapping grass from under the mower. The pants drooped again, putting her pussy on display again. I could see the thick red/grey bush. It was wet and matted to her pussy such that I could see her pussy lips.

"I've been finished here for a few minutes, but I'm enjoying you looking at me."

I moved to the edge of the blanket and knelt on one knee.

"Well, I may as well get a good look since I've been caught,” I laughed.

She lay there quietly well as I stared at her pussy. I slowly took one hand and ran it up one leg of her shorts. She shivered as I traced the outline of her pussy lips with a finger. I slowly pushed the finger into her pussy. She was so wet that my finger slipped right in.

She gasped, and I could hear a slight whistling sound as she took a deep breath. I added my thumb to her clit, and slowly finger fucked her while I massaged her clit. It was over in a minute. Her back arched, and she grabbed my hand and screamed oh fuck as she came all over my hand. She didn't squirt but just oozed copious amounts of juices.

I pulled my hand out of her shorts. It was covered in the clearish, whiteish juices of her pussy. She looked around a little wild-eyed.

"Oh my god, we shouldn't have done that,” she cried.

I stared her right in the eyes, stuck my fingers in my mouth, and licked her juices from my hand. They tasted salty and sweet since they were mixed with her sweat. I could see the shock/lust on her face.

I reached my hand out and rubbed it across her lips. At first, she moved her head away and to the side. I persisted, placing one finger on her lips. I felt and saw her tongue lick my finger. Then she held my hand and licked all her remaining juices from my hand. We both stood.

"I’ll have another drink ready for us after you shower."

I turned and walked back across her yard to my patio. It was fully dark now. I fixed two more drinks and got two more beers.

I could make out Ann's shape as she moved toward my patio. As she moved into the light from my family room, I saw she was wearing a flowered halter top with pink shorts. Her nails were done in that same shade of pink. The slight pooch of her belly added certain sexiness to her full figure. She was by no means a BBW. She was a full figured woman in her 50's.

She sat down and grabbed the cider. In one gulp, she drained half the cider. She picked up the Bushmill’s and coca and did the same thing!

"We need to talk!” she said.

I winced a little. Here we go with the guilt and the I've-never-done-anything-like-that-before. I was beginning to worry if she would tell Allen.

"I owe you a hand job or even a good blowjob for getting an old lady off like that!"

I laughed, a lot relieved.

"No payback necessary! It was an impromptu moment that probably shouldn't have happened."

"Fuck that, she said. It probably should have happened a long time ago!"

She took the pillow from the chair and dropped it on the concrete patio. She knelt on the pillow, opened my pants, and pulled out my hardening dick. She licked the head lightly. Ann looked up and said,

"It’s been a while since I sucked a cock, so if I do something wrong, tell me!"

She took an ice cube from the glass and put it in her mouth. She swallowed my dick with the ice cube in her mouth. The sensation of cold ice and warm mouth was mind-blowing.

She started a slow bobbing of her head up and down. The melting ice was running out of the sides of her mouth and down my balls. My ass was lifting off the seat from the warm/cold sensations.

Up and down she bobbed, making little popping sounds sometimes on the upstroke when my cock popped out of her mouth. Soon, all too soon, I felt that sensation in my prostate, that tingling in my balls that meant I was close to cumming.

I managed to tell her. She just nodded and kept sucking. I unloaded in her mouth! Squirt after squirt pulsed from my cock into her mouth. Gamely she tried to swallow it all. But it was too much. Some cum began to run out of the corners of her mouth. Then she gagged and started coughing. Holding my semi-hard dick in one hand, she wiped my cum from her mouth as she continued coughing. Just as I was getting concerned, she leaned over and licked the cum drops from the head of my cock.

"Wow!"

"Like I said, it's been a few years since I sucked a cock, but I used to be pretty good at it!"

"You still are!"

"Well, she said, I need to get inside, but Allen doesn't return until Sunday. We'll have to see what else we can do. "

She took my cock into her mouth, sucked it briefly, and then she got up and walked back to her home.

***

The persistent ringing of my cell phone awakened me. A little groggy, I glanced over at the clock. It was 2:30 a.m.! What the fuck! I grabbed the phone and yelled hello into it. The voice on the other end said hello. It took a second, and then I realized it was Ann.

"Is something wrong?"

"No, she said, I couldn't get to sleep and wondered if you were up."

“I’m up now!"

"Could we talk?"

“Now???"

"This was a bad idea, I'm sorry I called." She hung up.

I was fully awake now. I sat on the bed for a few minutes. I hit redial and called Ann back. She answered almost immediately.

"Talk to me!"

Somewhere in the back of my mind was the cold fear that she had finally had the guilt reaction. Her husband was a hunter too!

"Can I come by for a minute?"

A conversation about the time, the propriety of her visit, the neighbors, etc., etc. was bubbling in my mind.

"Sure but come through the patio door. Let me turn off the motion sensor lights first."

A few minutes later, she stood in my family room off the patio. She wore a neck to ankles robe, bunny slippers, and a confused look.

She had been thinking about what happened. She had no regrets. But she wanted more! She explained that for years she had no sex. When Allen was away, she’d occasionally lie in bed and finger herself to orgasm. She went on to say that she and Al hadn't had sex in over four years. She had reached the point where she thought she no longer needed it. But after what happened this afternoon, she knew she did.

I mentally went through my conversational options when she sank to her knees and grabbed my cock. I made a halfhearted attempt to stop her. Then that same warm mouth was enveloping my cock. She sucked me hard, hungrily. I grabbed her head in both my hands and slowly fucked her mouth.

"Easy, Ann, easy, I'm not going anywhere."

Her robe fell open, and I saw she was naked. I pushed her to the floor, roughly spread her legs, and buried my face in her pussy. I nibbled on her clit while my fingers found the G-spot.

“Fuck! Fuck,” she screamed, her hips gyrating

In minutes her back was arched, her ass off the floor, and I felt wetness running down my chin. I didn't stop. Using one hand, I pushed my shorts down. With my fingers still in her pussy, I turned and offered her my cock 69 style.

She inhaled it, and it felt like I had stuck my cock into the hose on a vacuum cleaner! It was my turn to arch my back and slam my cock down her throat. She briefly gaged then I felt her hiccupping as she massaged my dick with her throat.

Her husband had told me she used to be a sexual animal; he didn’t tell me she had all the skills of a pro!

I kept sucking her clit and finger fucking her while she sucked greedily on my cock. Twice more, I felt her cum. Finally, I felt that tingle that meant I was cumming. I unloaded into her mouth. Her back arched as she came again. I rolled over and lay next to her, head to feet.

She set up. Her face was covered in my cum. It was in her hair, on her eyebrows, and dripping from her chin.

"You are a mess!” I chortled while she used her hand to wipe cum from her face.

I watched as she licked my cum from her hands. Her eyes never left mine.

“Don’t talk! You look like a glazed chocolate donut with my juices all over your face!”

She leaned over and kissed me. I could taste the saltiness of my cum on her lips. I glanced at the clock. It was just short of 3:15 a.m.

"Can we fuck now?” she said coyly.

We stood up. Somehow she still had on her bunny slippers. I pulled off my sweaty pajama top, took her hand, and started upstairs.

As I reached back to turn out the light, she walked past me and started up the stairs, putting that fabulous full ass at mouth level. I kissed her on her ass and then lightly bit it. She yelped, tried to run up the stairs, and slipped.

I lay down on top of her. She parted her legs slightly, and my semi-hard cock slid right into her soaking wet pussy. I slowly stroked in and out of her pussy. She started a slow low-pitched moan. She kept that up for several minutes as we fucked on the stairs. The sound of her sloppy wet pussy making squishy sounds filled the air.

Suddenly she started to giggle.

I stop, bewildered.

“What??” I said!

“Is that me? Is my pussy making all those sounds?”

“Yes, you slut, that's your pussy making all that noise,” I laughed.

“God, it’s been years since I was this wet!”

She pushed me off her and ran up the last few stairs and into the bedroom. I followed her, pushed her down on the bed on her belly and entered her again. She rose to her knees. I got a firm grip on her hips and repeatedly pulled her ass back to my dick. She was almost screaming.

“Oh my god, fuck me, fuck me!!”

I placed one hand on her ass and slowly slipped my thumb in her asshole. She must have jumped 6 feet. I pressed my thumb hard into her ass and kept a slow, steady rhythm with my cock in her pussy.

“Please, please, please!” She kept saying that over and over.

I leaned forward and whispered in her ear:

“Should I stop?”

“No, “She said, slowly shaking her head.

I began moving my thumb in and out of her ass. Slowly at first, then with more power, she began thrusting her ass back against my cock in her pussy and thumb in her ass.

The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the air. She made animal sounds deep in her throat. This late middle-aged suburban housewife was returning to her roots: a cock loving sexual animal! I felt her wetness as she came.

She collapsed forward on the bed.

“Allen has never touched my ass!” she whispered breathlessly.

“How did it feel?”

“It hurt a little, she uttered, but at the same time, it was the fullest feeling I have ever had!”

We were lying spoon fashion on my bed. I reached behind me and got my bottle of lube. I squirted some on my hand and my cock. I slowly eased a lubed finger into her ass. I could feel her sphincters tighten as my finger penetrated deep in her ass.

“Does that hurt?”

She nodded her head. “But don't stop!”

For the next few minutes, I finger fucked her ass. Periodically I would add more lube. Finally, I added more lube to my cock. She grunted as I pulled my finger out. I slid over closer. I pressed my cock against her ass. I could feel her ass muscles tighten. I stopped. I felt her relax, and I pressed my cock against her ass. She raised her leg slightly, offering me easier access.

I pressed the head of my cock against her starfish and my cockhead slipped in. I stopped and waited until I felt her sphincter muscles relaxing.

She inhaled sharply when I pushed the head of my cock in.

“Wait,” she gasped.

She reached back and pressed the palm of her hand against my thigh, my signal to stop. We lay there a few minutes with just the head of my cock in her ass.

I played with her tits and assured her that we would stop anytime she wanted. I squirted more lube on the exposed portion of my cock and on her asshole. Slowly, I eased more of my cock in. Surprisingly, I felt her push back against my cock. The effect was to drive half my cock into her ass. I began a slow in and out. She kept up a low moan.

“Oh my god…oh Jesus…ahhhhh…oh fuck!”

“Does it hurt?” I asked.

“Yes, she whimpered, but it feels so good. Don't stop!”

I had maybe 3/4 of my cock in her ass. I kept up a constant in-and-out rhythm. She began to match my rhythm, and she picked up the speed. Soon I was pounding her ass hard, and she was thrusting her ass back to receive each thrust. I smacked her ass hard. She yelped and thrust back hard.

“Move your ass!” I urged her on, repeated slapping her ass repeatedly. My slaps rang like pistol shots in the confines of my bedroom.

“Don’t stop! God, please...don’t stop!”

I felt that tingle that said I was about to cum. I picked up the pace. She was thrusting her ass back hard against my cock. She screamed as we started to cum together. With each spurt, I thrust hard into her ass. She matched each of my thrusts with one of her own.

We lay in bed spent. The room was filled with the odor of sex. I glanced at the clock. It was 4:30 a.m.

I smacked her ass playfully.

“You better get up. In an hour or so, people will start to stir, getting ready for work or whatever.”

She didn't want to be seen in her robe leaving my house! We walked down the steps together nude, her bunny slippers in her hand. I picked up her robe off the floor and handed it to her. She slipped into her robe and put on her slippers. Just before she left, we kissed. I watched her run across the grass to her patio door.

Allen got home about noon. He called and told me to come over for my part of his catch. I had on some sweatpants and a tee. I put on some flip-flops and walked the short distance to his patio door. I knocked and heard a muffled sound which I assumed was come in. Their kitchen was at the top of the stairs. Ann was there in a knee-length T-shirt, cleaning fish. She turned, looked at me, and smiled.

"Excuse my appearance, she said, but it's easier to clean the fish this way and then just toss the shirt into the washer.”

“And she has nothing on under that shirt. Want to see?”

Allen grabbed the bottom of her shirt and tried to pull it up. He got it about ass high before she smacked him with a freshly cleaned fillet. He laughed and started down the stairs to the family room.

“Come on down,” he said, “I'll buy you a beer, and tell you about the one that got away!”

I started down.

“Shit, I got to take a piss. Get a cider and turn on the TV. There’s a game on.”

He ducked into the bathroom. Behind me, Ann cleared her throat. I turned. Ann had a devilish grin on her face. She pulled her shirt up around her waist. I laughed, stuck out my tongue and continued downstairs. Allen's future fishing trips would be very interesting!

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The Receptionist

“Leave your panties here,” Rob says.

Nadia is checking her freshly applied lip gloss in the motel room’s dresser mirror. She flicks her gaze to look at Rob in its reflection.

He’s sitting behind her on the bed in his boxers, tugging on his socks. Because other than her lip gloss she hasn’t put anything back on yet he’s admiring her bare bottom.

“I didn’t know used panties were one of your fetishes,” Nadia says.

Rob shrugs at that. “They’re not,” he says. “I just like the idea of you going back to work without your underwear.”

“And you being the cause?”

“Yeah, I kinda like that.”

“Why?” Nadia puckers at her reflection. She wonders if she’d look good with black lipstick, like those Goth chicks wear.

Behind her Rob says, “I think I like the danger of it.”

“What danger?” she asks.

Nadia decides on second thought that she’d look horrible with black lips. Unlike those females with ink black hair who were so ghostly pale they looked like they’d never seen sunlight, she thought black lipstick and nail polish would clash weirdly with her crinkly deep rust-colored hair, café au lait complexion, and the sprinkling of freckles across her nose. And it would distract from one of the things that make her sexy—her full lips and pouty mouth. Rob says her mouth looks perfect when his cock is in it. Having seen the images he took with his cell phone camera, she agrees.

“I’m thinking about Mike,” Rob says. “What if he gets home before you, and like, you have to get undressed in front of him? How’re you gonna explain coming home from work with no panties on? I mean, he’s so prudish he makes the pilgrims seem like swingers.”

Nadia wonders if she ought to be offended that Rob is insulting her husband, even though Rob’s never met Mike and all he knows about him is what she’s told him.

Things like Mike not being very interested in sex.

Well, at least not as interested as she is.

Mike thinks sex once every couple of weeks is enough.

It’s not.

Not even close.

She’s forty-two years old and her sexual prime has struck her like an earthquake beneath a volcano, and every minute of every day the need to erupt and let her liquid heat flow borders on torture.

Sometimes she thinks once a day wouldn’t be enough, though she’s never been in a relationship where that happened.

The most she’d ever gotten it was the summer after she graduated high school. Terry, her boyfriend back then, wanted to do it every time he saw her. She’d wanted it too but being that they were both eighteen and living at home before leaving for college and he didn’t have a car, they could only do it when opportunity arose. So it was two or three times a week at best, though they’d seen each other almost every day that summer.

Nadia still thinks about that time in Terry’s parent’s basement den. Terry’s parents were at work, but his two brothers—sixteen year-old twins—were home that morning. The twins were in their back yard, tossing a football around. The perpetually horny Terry had taken her by the hand and led her down into the den. He told her to take off all her clothes. She’d never been completely naked in front of a boy before, but she’d never been shy about her body, so she stripped for him. They did it on the sofa down there, while they could hear his brothers shouting and laughing outside.

To start off Terry did her like he always did. And like always, if they had the chance, he wanted to do it twice. But that time he’d wanted the second round to be in her booty.

She’d never done that before. But thinking about it, and being naked in his parent’s house with his brothers right outside, she’d been so turned on. She’d felt adventurous. Wicked. And so hot. So she’d gotten on her knees on the sofa for Terry, and leaned over and spread her cheeks. Part of her had hoped it would hurt enough that she couldn’t stay quiet, so his brothers would hear and peep through the basement window and see her naked on their sofa, taking it in the booty from their big brother. She’d imagined that they’d see her, and they’d come inside, down to the den where she was naked. Three horny brothers.

It had hurt, having it in her bottom that first time, but not enough for her to cry out. She was never sure if it was the anal or because she was so turned on by the risky circumstances that made her come so hard she almost fainted.

She still fantasizes about that morning. She imagines being in that basement den with Terry and his twin brothers.

Not that she’d ever do such a thing in reality. But standing naked in this motel room thinking about it now, even though Rob has just fucked her decently, she feels her want coming back. The volcano still has more lava to spew.

But she has to get back to work. Newton is a good boss. Even if she was a half hour late getting back he’d probably make a joke about it, probably threaten to chain her to her desk if she couldn’t do lunch in an hour. She’d been way late a month ago, was gone from work almost two hours because Rob was late meeting her at this motel. That’s when Newton had jokingly threatened to chain her to her desk.

The idea of Newton putting her in bondage had danced around in her imagination the rest of that afternoon. By the time she’d left work her panties were sopping.

Nadia starts getting dressed with her mind on sex in the summer of her eighteenth year and on her boss Newton. Distracted by her thoughts, out of habit she picks her thong panties up off the motel carpet.

Rob says, “Hey, I said no panties, okay?”

“Oh, right.” She flips them his way. They land on the mussed bedcovers next to him. “Sorry.”

Rob has pulled his jeans up around his calves. He stands up so he can get them all the way up. He says, “I’m not gonna take them. I think it’d be hot to just leave them here, let the housekeeper find them.”

Nadia slips her pencil skirt up her legs and over her hips and zips it up. She likes the feel of the skirt with nothing underneath. She’s forty-two years old. She wonders why she’s never gone to work or out anywhere without underwear before.

“Know what else I think would be hot?” Rob asks.

She says “What?” while wondering if he’s going to tell her to leave her bra off too.

“Okay, well like, I’m seeing you getting banged while Mike is watching. And like, maybe he’s into it, or maybe he’s not, you know? Like maybe he’s being f0rced to watch; something like that.”

Rob is trying to sound as if the idea just occurred to him. But Nadia has known him for just over three months. She can tell this is something he’s been thinking about before today.

“You want us to cuckold Mike?”

Rob looks genuinely surprised. “What? Me? Oh no, not like that,” he says. “I mean, I was just thinking about you and somebody, you know?”

Bra on, Nadia squirms into her pullover blouse. When her head is clear of the neck hole she says, “Somebody like who?”

Rob gives an exaggerated shrug, as if to suggest it makes him no never mind. Nadia thinks he’s such a fraud.

“I don’t know,” Rob says. “Maybe some big, hung black guy. See how old Mike likes that.”

“Oh.”

“Hey, I mean, I don’t know if you’re even into black guys…” Rob says that like he’s hoping she is. He says it like she’s not a black woman. Maybe because he’s white and her husband Mike is white he thinks she doesn’t like black men.

“I have nothing against black men,” Nadia says.

Rob’s eyes widen. He looks needy. “Did you ever? Do it with a black guy, I mean. Shit, that’s a dumb question. You probably have…right?”

“I haven’t,” Nadia says. She considers telling Rob that there’s no particular reason for it, that her life just worked out that way. From Terry, her first, to Vance and Phillip when she was in college, and her husband Mike, for no particular reason every guy she’d had sex with had been white.

Disappointment shades Rob’s face.

Rob is a mechanic at the car dealership where she bought her Malibu. What appealed to her in the beginning was that he seemed so bohemian, so artsy even though he worked on cars for a living. She’d taken the Malibu in for a tune-up, and of course he’d said she needed new wiper blades, and that it wouldn’t hurt to have her headlight lenses professionally cleaned for only another two hundred fifty dollars. She’d told him her husband warned her about mechanics trying to con women, and that he’d instructed her to only get the tune-up. Then Rob had said her husband was a lucky man, but he was a fool for letting her out alone. Didn’t he know how beautiful she was?

It was a line, and not a good one. But Rob looked to be maybe ten years younger than her, and she was flattered.

Then he’d said, “If I got down on my knees and begged, would you please let me buy you a cup of coffee while we do your car? We don’t even have to leave the lot; we’ve got a coffee machine right here. I just need to buy you something, even if I never see you again.”

So she was flattered. And he was young and cute, with his too long hair and scruffy face. She’d been the one to invite him out for real coffee—and lunch—the next day. She had probably known then that she was going to sleep with him. For over a month Mike hadn’t done more than kiss her on her forehead when he left for work. Her body was backed up with molten need and needed to erupt. And so two weeks after she met Rob they’d met at this motel for the first time.

She’s never been unfaithful to Mike before. Whenever she thought back to those couple of weeks three months ago, she couldn’t really remember exactly why she’d decided to do it. She’d been constantly horny for years. It was as if her body had said enough is enough, and her commitment to her marriage had followed her body’s instructions.

When it comes to sex, Rob is adventurous. He likes everything, every part of her. She likes that he wants all of her. But after two months she knows she doesn’t care much for him beyond the sex. She wants the sex, but she wants something more than Rob now.

Rob’s bright idea about being with a black guy has been a revelation to her. It’s as if someone speaking it out loud has flipped a switch inside her, turning a light on to illuminate the thing she’s always wanted but never acknowledged, even to herself. Okay, not a thing. Him.

“Same day and time next week?” Rob says. It’s become his habit to ask, even though in three months they’ve only missed four weekly get-togethers.

Though she has enjoyed being appreciated and desired, the thrill of this affair is gone mostly, and Nadia wants to say no, never again. But she needs to see Rob once more. She has something she needs to do. So yes, next week.

One more time, kiddo.

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Nadia returns to her office building after her lunch hour (plus five minutes). Her panties are back in the motel room.

On her way to the elevator she smiles at the people she passes in the lobby, and at Joe, the elderly black security guard, who’s sitting at his workstation. With every step the material of her skirt caresses the flesh of her bottom. She feels wicked.

There are people on the elevator with her. She recognizes their faces, but none of them work at her company on the third floor. She exchanges courteous smiles with them. She feels exposed, as if because they’re standing so close to her these people somehow know she’s bare beneath her skirt.

She exits the elevator on the third floor on shaky legs.

In the corridor she returns salutations from her coworkers, pretending that everything is as it always has been. But she feels like everyone who’s seen her since she stepped into the building knows she’s naked beneath her skirt. By the time she reaches her office her heart is fluttering like hummingbird wings and she’s almost breathless. And, she realizes, she’s wet. As if she hasn’t just spent her lunch hour getting laid.

She walks through her office—the reception area—toward Newton’s open office door. He looks up from his laptop as she pokes her head in and says, “I’m back.” Then she adds, “You don’t need to chain me to my desk yet.”

For a second he looks confused, and she feels like an idiot. He must have forgotten the comment he made a couple of months ago. Then he smiles a that little smile of his, and something deep inside her quivers.

He remembers. He frowns at his watch in mock consternation and says, “And a good thing for you, young lady. I’ve got the shackles under my desk.”

Newton is so handsome. She’s had a little crush on him for months, she thinks going back to last April, when she came to work and found a bouquet of roses on her desk and the coffee already made, which she usually did. Confused, she’d poked her head into Newton’s office. When he saw her, he’d said, “Happy Secretaries Day.”

She’d barely remembered there was such a thing as Secretaries Day. Her previous bosses hadn’t ever even mentioned it.

“Do you have plans for lunch?” he’d asked her. “If you don’t I’ll take you to lunch today.”

She didn’t have plans (this was before she’d started meeting Rob for weekly lunch hour sex). Newton took her to one of those restaurants that are so expensive they don’t put prices on the menu for fear of giving customers heart attacks. He’d treated her to steak and lobster and wine. He’d told her she could take the rest of the day off if she wanted to. She hadn’t wanted to ruin the fairytale vibe of the experience by going home, so she’d gone back to work. Or in retrospect, maybe she hadn’t wanted to depart from the man responsible for the fairytale any sooner than she had to.

She’d been assigned to work for Newton, a new executive at their company, the summer before that Secretaries Day. At first she’d been nervous when she was assigned to be his receptionist, because she’d never worked for a black person before. And not counting her father, she’d never been so close for so many hours a day to any black man. But that was then. Newton is a good, fair boss. He’s good-looking and charming, with a dry sense of humor she likes. He can say something funny while wearing a scowl that will make you wonder whether you should laugh or run for your life. And so her early apprehension had transformed into like, and then admiration and pride that she worked for him, and finally physical attraction and a low-level desire that served as occasional fuel for her fantasies.

And unlike her husband Mike and even Rob, Newton is attentive, too. He never fails to notice when she wears something new, or changes her hair. He’ll say something like, “That’s a cool dress; is it new?” or, “Your hair looks nice like that.” But he’s always respectful, never crosses the line. The most risqué thing he’s ever said to her was, “Those shoes look hot” when she’d worn a pair of stilettos mules to work. She hadn’t considered his comment inappropriate because what he’d said was true. She likes wearing sexy shoes to work, and she’s observed that Newton always notices when she does, even when he doesn’t comment.

One day she wore a new pair of peep toe d’Orsay pumps to work with no stockings and a skirt that just reached the tops of her knees, and Newton had actually said, “Damn, how much traffic did you stop on your way to work?” Then he quickly apologized for being inappropriate. She let him off the hook by doing a little pirouette and saying, “I’m glad you like. I’ll be here all day.” She didn’t add that she was fine if he looked all he wanted to, but his eyes told her he understood.

Even when he doesn’t comment he gets a look in his eyes sometimes. Admiration. Maybe desire. He’ll look at her sexy kicks, then look at her legs, then look at her looking at him. Looking at each other, they don’t quite smile.

Not quite flirting.

Nadia has purchased more sexy shoes in the past year than in the previous three years combined. Whenever she buys a new pair she wonders how Newton will react when he sees her wearing them. But she won’t say anything to him like, “Hey check out my new shoes.”

Because she doesn’t flirt with her boss.

Not really.

But she feels good knowing she’s forty-two years old and a handsome twenty-eight-year-old guy is attracted to her.

In the almost two years since she became Newton’s receptionist there were some days when she hated to see five o’clock arrive. There were days when she missed being around him, sharing space with him. They’ve become at least casual friends, though beyond work their friendship has never extended to more than him taking her to lunch. That’s not a big deal; plenty of the bosses at the company take their staff to lunch.

Now, standing in Newton’s office doorway, Nadia imagines herself under his desk. Chained there, on her knees. Her mouth open wide. Waiting to perform her special secretarial duties for him. Or maybe make her apology for being late coming back from lunch.

God.

Or maybe she’s not restrained. Maybe he’s called her to come into his office. When she steps in he tells her to close the door. Then he tells her to take her clothes off; everything. She obeys without question or hesitation. When she’s naked he orders her to crawl to him. As she crawls past his desk he spins his chair to meet her and unzips his slacks. Maybe someone comes to the office, and they’re waiting out in the reception area while she’s naked and servicing her boss. Finally, when she goes out to attend to whoever it is, her belly is filled with Newton’s warm cum.

Standing in Newton’s office entry, Nadia blinks out of her reverie. She realizes that Newton is watching her. His smile has changed. And there’s something in his eyes.

How long has she been standing in his office doorway, fantasizing about sucking him off?

“Everything okay?” he asks.

Nadia nods because she doesn’t trust her voice. As she backs out of the doorway she realizes that the insides of her thighs are wet.

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On Sex Day the following week Nadia tells Rob to take his shower first because she wants to wash her hair. Before he goes into the bathroom she takes a picture of her pussy and texts it to him. “How’s she look?” she asks.

Rob uses the fingerprint reader on his phone to unlock it. He looks at her pussy pic, says, “Looks nice. Too bad you make me wear a condom. It’d look hotter with me oozing out.”

“Okay, hurry up and shower,” Nadia says. “I need to get back to work.”

When Rob is in the bathroom Nadia grabs his phone, which is still unlocked. She opens his phone’s gallery app and deletes all the photos and videos he’s taken of her during their three-month affair. Hopefully he hasn’t stored copies somewhere in the cloud.

She tells herself that he wouldn’t think that far ahead. Like he wouldn’t think that one day their weekly motel fuck sessions would end.

Today is that day.

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When she tells him, Rob asks her if she wants to end things because last week he suggested she bang a black guy. She assures him that’s not it; that the idea was kind of sexy. She doesn’t tell him that his idea inspired her to go after the man she really wants.

That night at home she tells Mike she wants to separate.

Mike counters by telling her he wants a divorce. He tells her there’s someone else; that there has been for a long time.

Years.

Nadia thinks she ought to be angry. But Newton is on her mind. And the possible future.

She decides she doesn’t really care about Mike screwing someone else.

He wasn’t that good anyway.

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On the next workday, after she places Newton’s mug of coffee on his desk, Nadia tells him about her marriage ending.

Newton has her sit on his office’s leather sofa. He closes his office door. He sits next to her, a respectful distance away. Though she doesn’t feel particularly sad, Newton is all concern and condolences. He asks her if she’s all right, and if there’s anything he can do.

Nadia thinks it would be nice if he’d push her down on this sofa and take her, right now. Or maybe on his desk. Bend her over it, yank her dress up and her panties down and take her from behind.

But she tells Newton she’s fine, that her only concern is that she doesn’t want to stay in her house, that she’d rather start fresh right away. She tells him when she figures things out she might need two or three days off to move.

“Are you staying in your house until then?” Newton asks.

Nadia sighs at the thought. “I don’t want to, but I don’t have family nearby, and hotels can get expensive, so yes, I’m staying in the house until I can find another place.”

Newton stands up and stuffs his hands in his pants pockets. He looks ill at ease. Nadia has never seen him ill at ease.

He says, “Look, I don’t want to be inappropriate, but I’ve known you for a couple years. I consider us friends, okay?”

Nadia nods. “Me too.”

Her heart is sprinting.

“Rent and mortgages are crazy right now,” he says. “It’s a seller’s market, and they’re ripping people off so badly it should be a crime. If you can’t find any place affordable right now and you really need to move, I’ve got spare bedrooms. You’re more than welcome, if you really want to get out of where you are right now.”

Nadia tries to keep her voice steady as she says, “I wouldn’t want to impose.”

Her heart is sprinting, and about to take flight.

“You wouldn’t be,” Newton says. “I have enough space. My cousin visited a few months ago and I hardly knew she was there. But it’s up to you. Again, I don’t want to be inappropriate.”

Nadia says, “Would this weekend be too soon?”

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That Saturday Mike makes himself scarce so she can move in peace. He’s probably at his lover’s place. Nadia doesn’t care. Her marriage is over. Apparently it’s been over for longer than she knew.

Newton and a couple of his buddies who look like they should be in the NFL help him load her luggage and the few pieces of household items she wants to keep into a U-Haul.

One of the big guys—his name is Tony—sees all her shoes, still in their store boxes, and says, “You could open your own shoe store.’

Newton cuts her a glance and give her a quick but sexy smile. It’s like they have a sexy little secret between them, that he enjoys looking at her legs and her wearing her sexy shoes.

Newton isn’t as huge as his friends; he stands a shade under six feet tall and is slimly muscled. But along with jeans he’s wearing a sleeveless t-shirt that shows off his broad shoulders, trim waist, and muscled arms. Perspiration makes his skin gleam like polished bronze.

Nadia has never seen him wearing anything but a suit. This is a new version of him. A sexy, sweaty version. She watches him work and imagines what it would be like to have him sweating on her.

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Newton’s house is in a development on a loop with one way in and out. It’s a four-bedroom colonial with two and a half baths, a room-sized rear deck and an above-ground pool.

By late Saturday afternoon all her clothes and everything she wants to keep from her marriage are either in Newton’s guest bedroom or in his basement. His friends are gone.

This is the first time she’s been to Newton’s home. It’s the first time they’ve been so alone together.

Standing in his living room, Nadia thanks him and says, “I should be sad, I guess, but I feel more like celebrating. Is that a bad thing?”

“Not if you weren’t happy,” he says. “So hey, if you want we can order a couple of pizzas and do beer, or crack open a bottle of wine. A modest celebration.”

“That would be nice,” Nadia says. “I was thinking before that I’d make you dinner to thank you for everything you’re doing, but I’m kind of exhausted.”

Newton shrugs at that. “Don’t worry about it. You’ve had a rough few days, so now it’s time to relax. The main bath is to your left just at the top of the stairs. Consider it yours. Until something changes, consider yourself at home. I’ve got your back, Nadia, so if you need anything, don’t hesitate to say so. I’ve got you.”

For the first time since she learned that her marriage was over Nadia wants to cry.

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Newton has given her the largest of his three spare bedrooms. It’s at the end of the upstairs hall, farthest from his master suite at the other end. The upstairs bathroom is at the top of the stairs, nearest the master suite.

Newton has gone to his room to clean up. He’s closed his bedroom door, probably, Nadia thinks, to make her feel comfortable.

She feels comfortable.

And excited.

In the guest bedroom with the door closed she toes off her sneakers, strips out of her yoga pants, t-shirt, sports bra, and panties. She stands before the dresser mirror, looking at herself.

She’s naked in Newton’s house. He might be in his shower right now, naked too. Naked together under the same roof. Only a hallway and two closed doors separate them.

Nadia selects a suitcase from her luggage set and opens it on the queen-sized bed. The suitcase holds her underwear, to include sexy lingerie and a couple of robes; one a short black satin number and the other white calf-length terrycloth.

She’s excited and feeling bold. Naked, she opens the bedroom door and peeks out, down the hallway.

Newton’s bedroom door is still closed.

She grabs the terrycloth robe and her toiletry bag. She doesn’t put the robe on, but presses it to her bosom like a shield and pads down the carpeted hallway in a hurry.

With every step she expects Newton to open his bedroom door and catch her naked, holding her robe in front of her. Her heart quivers anxiety.

She makes it to the bathroom without incident.

She’s disappointed, a little.

Newton has left fresh towels on the sink vanity for her. So considerate. She imagines him taking care of her other needs. How would that be, to come home from work every evening to his house and be lovers until it was time to go to work in the morning?

Leaving the bathroom door open just a crack to let out steam, Nadia hangs up her robe on the back of the bathroom door and runs her bubble bath. Because the stairs are between this bathroom and Newton’s bedroom there’s no reason for him to come past this door, but she hopes he does.

While she’s taking a nice, long soak she imagines waking up in Newton’s bed, and them making love before showering together and coming to work. Would they drive separate cars to work to keep up appearances? She pictures them stealing kisses at work; in his office, maybe in the elevator. Nine hours of foreplay and anticipation until they can get back here and get their clothes off.

The sound of Newton opening his bedroom door interrupts her imaginings.

Part of her—no, most of her—hopes he’ll come to the bathroom door to check on her. Maybe even come in. She’s sure he won’t.

She listens, and hears Newton going down the stairs.

He’s still in boss mode. Still being a caring friend. As if Human Resources were monitoring them, even now.

Her body is immersed in warm water. She’s up to her chin in fragrant bubbles, Nadia closes her eyes and thinks about what she wants Newton to be to her.

Boss: yes.

Caring friend: yes.

Lover: yes.

She’ll be whatever he wants.

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After her bath Nadia pads back down the hall to the guest bedroom. She’s left her robe hanging on the inside of the bathroom door. That she is nude in Newton’s house and he’s right downstairs thrills her.

Nadia decides the best way to let Newton know she’s completely comfortable with him while she’s his guest is to be a minimalist when it comes to dress. So she rubs lotion into her skin, then slips on a black knee-length t-shirt that contrasts nicely with her complexion. She examines herself in the mirror. The fall of the cotton on her curves, showing no panty or bra line, leaves no doubt that she’s wearing nothing under the t-shirt.

Nice.

Nadia remembers how Newton compliments her whenever she wears sexy shoes to work. The foot and/or toe-revealing ones really seem to get his attention. Maybe he has a foot thing, or a leg thing. She knows she has killer legs. She considers going down to him barefoot, but decides that might be too obvious too soon, and opts for footie socks.

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She finds Newton on one end of his family room sofa, TV remote control in hand, scanning Netflix programming. He’s wearing fresh jeans and another sleeveless t-shirt.

She wants to jump him.

He looks up when she enters the room, and his eyes go wide. But he recovers quickly and says, “What kind of pizza do you feel like?”

Nadia sinks onto the middle of the sofa, folding a leg under her bottom. The hem of her t-shirt rides six inches up her thigh. She says, “As long as it doesn’t have mushrooms I’ll eat whatever you want.”

She knows she’s being obvious. Sitting so close to him. Firing off innuendo. She’s decided the worst that could happen is that Newton will tell her he’s not interested. Or maybe that he doesn’t want to disrupt their employer/employee dynamic.

Newton orders their pizza. While he’s on the phone his eyes are on her. When he hangs up he says, “I’m going to say something as your friend, but also as a man, okay?”

Bingo. Cut to the chase. Either jump off the cliff or back away from the edge.

“Okay,” Nadia says. Please-please-please.

Newton tips his chin at her and says, “First, you’re here because we’re friends and you’re in a challenging place in life that I can help you with. I don’t expect you to owe me anything, if you get what I mean. Second, if this is how you chill at home, then Mike is a fool. Seriously.”

“He didn’t usually notice one way or the other,” Nadia says. “So I gave up trying years ago.”

Newton frowns. “Trying?”

“When he stopped noticing, I started wearing something. I figured maybe he was taking it for granted and wouldn’t appreciate it unless I took it away.”

“By ‘it’ you mean being undressed?”

“Yes.”

“Nude.”

Nadia shrugs. “Why not when you’re home?”

Newton squirms. Nadia can almost see the wheels turning in his head. Earlier he’d told her to consider herself at home in his place. Now he’s picturing her version of being at home. Of course he won’t say what he’s thinking.

She lets him off the hook by saying, “Don’t worry; I won’t do anything to make you uncomfortable.”

Newton smiles at that. “The problem won’t be me being uncomfortable; it’ll be that I might not let you ever leave.”

Now they were traveling over positive territory, so Nadia says, “I wouldn’t want you to get tired of me, seeing me all day at work and then at home too.”

Newton looks away from her toward his television, and almost too low to hear, says, “Not if you’re walking around here wearing nothing.”

He looks back at her. His shadowed expression suggests that he’s wondering if he’s gone too far.

This is her chance to let him off the hook and let him know what’s possible—what she wants. She says, “I didn’t agree to stay here because I can’t afford a hotel. Mike would’ve had to pay for it anyway. I’m here because I want to be close to you, Newton. I want to be with you. I have for a long time.”

Newton is looking at her differently now. Studying her.

Nadia wonders is this is too much, if she’s gone too far. He only said that if she were to walk around his house naked he’d be tempted to not let her leave. The kind of joke any guy would make. He didn’t say anything about wanting to sleep with her, or about any kind of relationship.

Newton turns on the sofa so he’s facing her directly. “You really want more than just friendship?” he asks.

“Yes,” Nadia says, without hesitation.

Newton presses his lips together as he thinks about something. She likes the way his mustache and goatee frame his sexy mouth.

After a few heartbeats he says, “To quote Michael Jackson: ‘I’m not like other guys.’ Do you think you can handle that?”

“I don’t know,” Nadia says. “I don’t know what that means.”

Newton tells her.

She would never have guessed that about him.

Part of her is terrified.

Another part of her is thrilled.

==========

When Nadia had told Newton about her marriage ending, that Mike had been having an affair and that she had been too, he hadn’t shown much reaction and hadn’t seemed to judge her. But now as they sat together on his family room sofa he said, “If we’re going to be intimate, there won’t be any getting with other people. I don’t want any other man touching you, and I’m not going to touch another woman because everything I can even imagine I want I’m going to get from you. Are you cool with that?”

“Yes. It’s what I’d want to,” Nadia says.

“Did you use protection when you were with that dude Rob?”

“Always,” Nadia says. “And with Mike, too. I think he wanted to because he was sleeping with someone else. Maybe he didn’t want me to get pregnant, or maybe he didn’t want to take a chance in case that woman he was seeing gave him something. “I haven’t had sex without protection in over two years.”

“I get tested every six months,” Newton says. “The last time was last month. I can show you the test results.”

“I trust you,” Nadia says, because she does.

Newton aims the remote at his television and switches from Netflix to a music app. He inputs a search, finds what he’s looking for, and says, “Do you like Coltrane?”

“I don’t know,” Nadia says.

“This is his album My Favorite Things. It’s classic.”

“Okay.”

The music begins, something jazzy with a saxophone and a piano. Nadia listens for a couple minutes and tries to understand what type of groove she’s listening to. Newton says something and brings her back to Earth.

“I’m sorry, what?” she says.

Newton stands up and gazes down at her. Looking serious, he says, “I said, get naked.”

==========

Nadia peels off her footie socks, being sure to turn her legs just so so that Newton can fully appreciate the curve of her calves and the arch of her feet, then stands up. She grasps the bottom of her t-shirt and lifts it up and over her head, then drops it on the coffee table. Now she is naked in Newton, her boss’s house, in his family room. Mid-afternoon light streams in through the open vertical blinds of the sliding doors that open onto his deck. Nadia wonders if somehow anyone can see in through the blinds, then realizes she doesn’t care.

“Turn around,” Newton says.

Nadia obeys.

When she is facing him again he says, “You’re a goddess.”

Nadia can’t stop her smile as she says, “Thank you.” She is forty-two years old. This man—her boss—is twenty-eight. She has two children in college. This man is closer to them in age than he is to her.

And he is going to fuck her.

God.

“Come here,” Newton says.

Nadia obeys.

He begins by holding her nakedness close to him and kissing her as they stand in front of his family room sofa. His kisses start off gentle and exploring, then become more urgent, more insistent. Nadia obeys his silent command by offering him her tongue.

As he kisses her so hard he takes her breath away he is clutching her bottom and grinding the front of his jeans against her. She feels his bulge, that thing that wants to take possession of her. She wants to be possessed, to become for him the thing he told her he wants her to be. She grinds him back, her sex against his thigh, dampening the leg of his jeans.

She is on fire, and if she keeps grinding her pussy on his denim-clad thigh she is going to come. She needs to come.

Newton breaks their kiss, lets go of her bottom, and backs away from her, leaving her panting in front of the sofa.

“Sit down,” he says, and she obeys.

Newton begins by kneeling next to her and kissing her mouth again, and then her eyelids, and her mouth again, and then trails his lips down to her throat. His lips seem electrified, seem to leave a trail of need on her flesh as he kisses his way down.

Nadia sighs and squirms when he kisses her breasts, burying his lips in her pliant flesh, and lets out a shuddering moan when he takes her nipple in his mouth and tortures it with her tongue, first one, and then the other.

Then he kisses lower, his mouth trailing down over her belly, exploring her navel with the tip of his tongue.

No boy or man has ever paid this kind of time and attention to her before fucking her, never ignited her desire like this, making her not just want, but desperately need. And he isn’t done.

Newton kisses his way lower, and as his lips contact her mound she moans and shudders her anticipation, because he is almost there. Mike hadn’t gone down on her in years. Rob ate her pussy like it was a quick and distasteful chore he needed to finish so he could stick his dick in her. What was Newton going to do?

Newton kisses down her mound, to the top of her cleft. She can feel herself swollen down there, her lips parted in anticipation, wanting, needing. She is so ripe, so ready.

But Newton angles his kisses away from her center and kisses either side of her desperately needy sex and continues down, to her inner thigh.

Nadia wants to scream her frustration, and beg him to please, please, go back to her pussy. Just kiss it. Just touch it. Something. Anything.

Newton kisses his way lower and back and forth over each of her thighs, and then lower, past her knees to her legs. He lifts each, so he can press kisses into her calves.

When he reaches her feet he takes his time with each, kissing her upper arch, the sides. Lifting her legs by her ankles so he can press his lips into her soles, can lick her there, giving her tickling pleasures that make her shiver in delight. Then he kisses her toes.

So, maybe he does have a fetish like that.

She thinks he does and expects that next he will take her toes in his mouth and suck them. But instead he grasps her ankles and spins her on the sofa, so the back of her head is against the backrest cushion, then spreads her legs and places them on his shoulders. She feels his hand on her steaming sex, then feels a slight probing as he eases a finger into her, and then another. She is so hot and wet that she thinks he could push his entire hand inside her, but he stops with two fingers.

He’s on his knees before the sofa, his fingers in her boiling pussy, gazing at her with a strange intensity. “You’re a goddess,” he says, and moves his fingers inside her in a curling motion, caressing her spot, making her groan her pleasure as he sets off the earthquake deep in her core, the quake beneath the volcano that desperately needs eruption and release.

Oh God, if he would only do that a little harder, she would…

Newton leans to her, and with his fingers stroking her G-spot, attacks her clit with his tongue.

The quake splits the earth that is the core of her need. The mountain swells as the sizzling lava of her passion fills it to near bursting. She hears a weird, high-pitched keening sound, then realizes it’s coming from her.

And then, with his fingers torturing her core, Newton closes his mouth over her clit and sucks on it while swirling his tongue around it, and the volcano erupts.

==========

Nadia isn’t crying, not really. This is just the after-effect, the come down from her almost panicked wailing as the orgasm Newton gave her had rocked her body out of control. Her tears are not pain or sorrow, not even tears of happiness. Her tears are just another way her body has released its need, has left her drained.

She blinks away her bliss and looks at Newton. He is still on his knees before her. His fingers, now still, are still inside her. Maybe he knows that right now she is too sensitive to be able to stand anything more.

He is kneeling before her, still fully dressed, and he has just given her one of the best orgasms of her life.

And he hasn’t fucked her yet.

He eases his fingers out of her, making her shudder against the intensity of the sensation. She watches him, fascinated, as he puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks away her nectar.

God.

Then Newton leans to her and kisses her pussy like he is kissing the mouth of his lover. It is a kiss full of tenderness, of passion, of appreciation.

God.

Much too soon he takes his mouth away and stands up. Nadia stays where she is, on her back on his sofa, her legs splayed wide, ready to and willing for him to do to her next whatever he desires.

Gazing down at her, he says, “I’ll make an appointment to take you to get waxed.” He says it like she belongs to him so it’s not up to her. Her body quivers.

“Okay.” She considers the bulge at the front of his jeans. She wonders if she should open his pants and give him her mouth. Whatever he wants next, however he wants it, she will give it to him.

“The pizza should be here soon,” he says. “Let’s go in the living room.”

As Newton picks up the remote control and turns off the music Nadia finds enough strength to push herself up to a sitting position. She reaches to the coffee table for her t-shirt.

“No,” Newton says. “Leave it here.”

Newton takes her hand and helps her to her feet. She pads after him on quivering legs to the front of his house.

He says over his shoulder, “After we eat we’ll go shopping. There are a few things I want to get for you.”

“What things?” she asks.

“A couple collars. Maybe some jeweled plugs to decorate your beautiful ass. The rest we’ll play by ear. I know a place. It’s called Lilith & Pandora. Anything you want to wear or include in your sex life, they probably sell it.”

Well, he did tell her he was different.

==========

When the pizza delivery guy arrives she is sitting in repose on the living room sofa. Her t-shirt and socks are still in the family room.

Newton answers the door and opens it wide. The delivery guy’s eyes are cue balls as he gapes past Newton’s shoulder at her. Nadia doesn’t mind. In truth, it turns her on.

Because things are different now.

Because she’s someone else now.

She’s still Newton’s receptionist. But she is something else now, too. They are something new together, more than just employer and employee.

==========

Nadia follows Newton as he takes the pizza back to the family room. His family room is off the kitchen and breakfast nook. Because it feels right, Nadia pads into Newton’s kitchen, finds his dinnerware and brings two plates to the family room so she can serve him. The way he made her come he deserves at least that. She intends to give him more.

As she places slices of pizza on their plates, Newton says, “What would you like to drink, soda…beer…wine?”

“This feels like a wine kind of day,” Nadia says.

Newton pops the cork on a bottle of red and they toast to a new beginning of a new life.

By the time they’ve finished eating it’s early evening on Saturday. Nadia’s appetite has been sated in a couple of ways, but her curiosity has not. After Newton has rinsed their plates and put them in the dishwasher, and as he’s returning to the family room she says, “I want to see you.”

She’s sitting on Newton’s family room sofa with a glass of wine in hand, as naked as the day she was born. He’s still dressed, wearing a sleeveless t-shirt, jeans and Nikes.

Newton moves to stand in front of her. Looking down at her, he takes a sip of his wine. Nadia understands. She puts her glass on the coffee table, and as Newton gazes down at her, she opens his jeans.

He’s hard, and so it’s difficult to pry him out of his boxer-briefs. She tugs his jeans and underwear down to his thighs, and his manhood springs free.

Nadia isn’t the best at measuring things by eye, but she thinks she’s looking at maybe nine inches, maybe more. And he’s almost as thick around as her wrist.

Because fate or chance or whatever had resulted in her only have been with white men intimately, she has only seen a black cock before in porn movies, never in real life. Because they were porn movies, most of those men were ridiculously oversized. The largest man she had ever been with before was Vance, back in college. He was almost as big as Newton.

A tremor rattles in her core, maybe an aftershock of the quaking orgasm Newton had given her with his fingers and mouth before, but more likely a sign of a new quake building. The volcano that had erupted and spilt its pent-up passion begins to refill.

As he gazes down at her Newton sips his wine, then says, “Later we’ll go out and get your collars, maybe some other stuff if I see something I like.”

So he's really serious about that.

“All right,” Nadine says. “What do you want now? How do you want me?”

“Every way I can have you,” Newton says. “You’re going to be mine, and I want to know your body better than I know my own.”

Newton puts his glass down, then peels his shirt over his head. He is slenderly muscled. He has no waist, and no stomach. He has a six-pack. Nadia has been with four other guys in her life. None of them had a six-pack.

Her pussy quivers at this new thing.

Nadine slides off the sofa to the floor at Newton’s feet and unlaces his Nikes. He lifts each of his feet in turn, so she can remove his sneakers.

This feels right to her, being naked at his feet, helping to undress him so that he can use her however he desires. Still, because he said he’s not like other guys, she has to ask the question.

“Am I going to be your sl3ve?”

As Newton pushes his jeans and underwear down and steps out of them he says, “To me a sl3ve is someone who’s f0rced into service without receiving compensation. If you don’t want to be mine voluntarily, then I don’t want you the way I want you. And as for compensation, it’s my intent that from now on, a day won’t go by when I don’t give you orgasms, and a day won’t go by when I don’t come inside you. Do you think that’s sl3very?”

Nadia doesn’t think it’s sl3very. She thinks it’s a perfect life.

==========

Nadia is on her knees and elbows on Newton’s family room sofa, face down and booty up, shivering through the remnants of another orgasm as Newton stands behind her, gripping her waist to keep her booty crushed against his six-pack and his wonderful dick buried in her to the root when her phone chimes.

Her phone is on the arm of the sofa. She lifts her head and sees that her husband is calling.

“It’s Mike,” she pants.

Newton maintains his grip on her waist and his dick in her so deep it feels like it’s in her stomach. “Do you want to answer it?” he asks.

“Do you want me too?”

“Doesn’t matter to me. My dick is where it wants to be.”

Something evil in Nadia that she hadn’t previously known was there makes her answer her phone. She puts it on speaker, and tries to keep the passion out of her voice as she says, “Hello?”

“Did you finish getting your stuff out?” her husband says.

Newton maintains his grip on her waist, but he eases back, sliding his wonderful dick out of her almost all the way, then grinds himself back in, all the way.

Nadia feels delicious electricity sizzle from the point of deepest penetration all the way out to her fingers and toes. She presses her lips together and ch0kes back a whimper.

“Well did you?” Mike says, sounding impatient.

Cocksucker.

“I did,” Nadia says. “You can go back whenever you want.”

“Are you okay?” Mike asks.

“I’m fine,” Nadia says. She thinks she may have never spoken truer words in her life.

“You sound weird,” Mike says.

Well, she would sound weird to him, considering she’s got a cock deep in her pussy making her feel good. He wouldn’t know anything about that.

“I’m fine,” Nadia says again.

“Where are you staying?” her husband asks.

“With a friend.”

“Anybody I know?”

“No,” she says. Mike met Newton last December at the company Christmas party, but he doesn’t know him.

“You sure you’re okay, babe? You sound funny.”

Fuck your babe, you bastard.

“I’m just tired from moving,” Nadia says.

Newton slides back again, and to her great disappointment, this time he pulls himself all the way out.

Before he’d put her on the sofa to use her doggy style she’d been on her knees sucking him and trying to see if she could get him in her throat without gagging. She couldn’t but she was going to spend every possible moment practicing until she could get all of him in her mouth and throat and keep him there without gagging.

While he’d been fucking her, before her phone chimed, Nadia had been trying to decide if she wanted Newton to come in her pussy or her mouth for his first time. She thought him coming in her mouth would be a way for her to demonstrate that sl3ve or not, she was his absolutely. But then he should also claim her pussy by coming in her. Now he’d pulled out, so maybe he wanted to come in her mouth while she was talking to Mike.

Except now he was pushing the head of his dick against the bud of her rectum.

“You should probably get some rest,” her husband says.

Newton is sliding himself around against her back there, using the nectar of her orgasms and his precum to lubricate her spot.

“I probably should,” Nadia says.

“Look babe, I’m really sorry about how things turned out. I mean, what happened between April and I, we didn’t plan it, it just sort of happened. We wanted to tell you a long time ago because you deserved to know, but I guess I was just worried about hurting you.”

Newton grips her waist tighter with one hand, and with the other, holds himself and pushes, forcing the head of his dick past the rim of her booty hole.

Nadia can’t help but let out a gasp. Her penetration is more a sudden discomfort than pain, and her gasp is because she realizes that the biggest thing she’s ever had in her bottom is about to come claim its prize.

“Are you crying?” Mike asks.

In the background Nadia hears a woman’s voice say to Mike, “Just leave her in peace, honey.”

You bastard. You bitch.

Nadia squeezes her eyes shut and clenches hers and pushes herself backward, impaling herself farther on Newton’s long, thick manhood.

Now Newton grips her by her hips for leverage, then slowly but steadily, grinds himself deeper into her bottom.

Nadia feels stretched open to her absolute limit, that if Newton’s dick were any thicker he would rip her apart. Every inch he goes deeper is a terror, and she is certain it’s all her body can take, that if he goes any deeper he will damage something inside her, will injure her permanently.

Mike says, “Okay, Nadia, I’m going to let you go now. But of there’s anything I can do, anything at all, just let me know, okay?”

Ooh, you spineless motherfucker…

Nadia takes a deep breath and rams herself backward, so hard that her bottom smacks against Newton’s hard abs.

Mike says, “What was that?”

Nadia can’t breathe, can’t speak. Newton’s dick is in her stomach and stretching her to the point of bursting, and the pain is in combat against a sensation that is making her toes curl and is making her bite back a moan that has nothing to do with discomfort.

This man…her man…is taking her, claiming her because she is going to belong to him. She is his to use whenever and however he wants. She might not be his sl3ve, but she is his property in a way she never was for her soon-to-be ex-husband.

Nadia taps her phone to hang up on her husband, then gasps, “Fuck your ass, Daddy.”

==========

Newton had planned to take Nadia shopping, but as it turned out they didn’t leave his house the entire weekend. They’d been too busy kissing, touching, licking, sucking, and fucking each other to have time to put on clothes and go anywhere.

When they wake up on Monday morning Nadia’s body is sore in that delicious way that every woman wants to be sore, but she decides that before they get up to get ready for work she should at least give Newton head to get their day started properly. But Newton says, “Let’s wait until we get to work.”

God.

Nadia wonders if Newton wants them to drive to work separately so people at the company won’t raise eyebrows, but he says, “They’re going to find out eventually. Since you’re still married we don’t need to announce it, but we don’t need to run from the question either, not unless it makes you uncomfortable.”

“I belong to you, now,” Nadia says. “I’m proud of it.”

So when they leave for work they ride together in Newton’s GV70.

Newton is wearing a black suit over a black t-shirt and polished-to-a-high-gloss black Italian loafers. Nadia wears a black skirt suit with gray pinstripes. The skirt is just long enough to not be classified as a miniskirt. It has a split up one side so when she takes a long stride she shows off a nice few inches of thigh. The first time she wore the suit Mike said she’d probably be violating the dress code at work. But at work Newton had said she looked very nice. Nadia completes her ensemble with a pair of black d’Orsay pumps with two-inch heels that she knows Newton likes. That’s it: her suit jacket and skirt, and her pumps. She will have to keep her suit jacket buttoned all day, because she’s wearing nothing under it. This is the second time she’ll be going to work without wearing panties. The first time was because her former lover Rob wanted her to leave them at the motel. This time is because Newton told her he didn’t want her to ever wear underwear again unless nature requires it.

Riding in the buttery soft leather passenger seat of Newton’s luxury vehicle, dressed for business but only on the outside, Nadia feels absolutely wicked, and so sexy. She tells herself to calm down, that she doesn’t need to be dripping before she even gets to work.

Nadia settles back in the passenger seat. She closes her eyes and listens to Sade’s “Your Love is King” oozing from the vehicle’s sound system. She smiles to herself, knowing that like this past weekend, which began a new phase in her life, today will be the first day in a new phase in her working life.

Or maybe it will be the same phase in a different place.

After all, Newton did say they were going to wait until they got to work.

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Neo

41 years old, Bisexual

5'8" 173cm
Average
Non smoker
Social drinker
Some tattoos
No piercings

Looking For

Not looking for single guys
Couples (MF) Couples (FF) Women
Aged from 25 to 80
Will meet smokers

Meeting

Cannot accommodate
Can travel

Interests

Anal, Blindfolds, Cross-dressing, Cuckolding, Cybersex, DP, Group Sex, Oral, Phone Sex, Rimming, Role Play, Safe Sex, Same Room Swapping, SM, Soft Swing, Spanking, Swingers Clubs, Taking Photos, Threesomes, Toys, Voyeurism, Watersports, Webcams

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*inkaye (45), Woman on 11 April 2024 by Webcam:
A very sexual guy who is into pleasure. Lovely times ahead for us

*urious adventures 2 (62), Couple on 22 March 2024 by Webcam:
We had a very hot cam with this very sexy guy hot body sexy voice and mind we will certainly meet soon

*oony321 (25), Woman on 3 November 2023 by Webcam:
Seeing him stroking his cock was amazing. And he’s so bossy. I cumed 2 times with him. Ladies, he’s a winner. Go for it. Can’t wait to do that again

*uardian007 (34), Couple on 19 June 2023 by Meeting in person:
3rd time and it just better as we start to know each others likes and dislikes, Neo is so chilled and sexy intelligent and ticks all the kinky boxes, started off with Neo sucking on my cock and fingerings my bum while my wife just watched while stroking her pussy, I could see and hear she was soaking wet which made me extra hard in Neo's mouth, she then joined in and I had them both sucking and licking my balls, seriously I was ready to explode then, my wife then asked Neo to bend over so she could rim him and I could suck his cock followed by her sitting on Neos face riding while I was sucking his cock, then it was time to fuck my wife and we DP her and she didn't last a min before squirting every where, I then bent Neo over and fucked him, before he fucked me and we all just relaxed and laughed afterwards before going for round 2 x

*hexminx (38), Woman on 12 June 2023 by Webcam:
Omg where has this sexy human been hiding, I enjoyed watching him pound that big sexy oiled up dick. I’m hoping this is the start of a good friendship and lots good fucking :) xx

*uardian007 (34), Couple on 8 February 2023 by Meeting in person:
We had to go for seconds, and invited Neo round again, since we both have been talking about him during sex, this time when he entered our home we where literally naked waiting for him, and he certainly got the memo as because as soon as the closed the door he went on his knees and started sucking my cock then he instructed my wife to join in, both of them sucking my cock and balls in the hallway, then he stood up and told us both to start sucking his cock and balls and we happily obliged, by now my wife was dripping wet and saving the best starter to last we headed to the bed room where she got herself into a doggy position, Neo was rimming her and licking her pussy real good, they then decided to get into a 69 position and I joined in fucking her while he was eating her out, every now and then I would slide my hard cock into Neo's mouth and I could have cum all over his face so had to stop, I then sat at the end of the bed and watched them to have their fun.

*uardian007 (34), Couple on 26 January 2023 by Meeting in person:
We invited Neo round as my wife was feeling very horny, as he have spoken to him for a very long time we felt it was time...when he arrived he was even sexier then expected, smelt good, and had a cheeky smile, he sat down on the sofa and my wife stated to give him a little strip tease, she then asked Neo taste her and he was right there licking her arse and pussy, I could see his cock buldging through his jeans, so I knew he liked how my wife tasted, i went over to undo his jeans and his cock just popped out it was rock hard....we had so much fun and i could write alot more, he was the perfect gentleman and extremely horny and we can't wait for him to have his naughty way with us again.

*rsxmry (44), Couple on 2 November 2022 by Webcam:
Very sexy guy!!

*Mar321 (46), Couple on 22 October 2022 by Webcam:
We met on web cam and he make nice show nice big cock hope we meet soon for real session

*exy doctor1000 (44), Man on 9 September 2022 by Webcam:
I can verify this is a real person, like the rest of us looking for fun

*aramel and coco (41), Couple on 22 November 2021 by Webcam:
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*r Black Queen (41), Woman on 13 March 2021 by Webcam:
i had a really nice suprise yesterday...i was lucky to see his fat big cock. cant wait to play with u....this is gonna b fun

*INTONIC300 (52), Couple on 12 February 2021 by Webcam:
This guys profile really had me intrigued! We had a naughty chat and cam! He's filthy and handsome rolled into one Mrs T ;-)

*bwcaramel (46), Woman on 15 August 2020 by Webcam:
Very sweet guy, made me feel comfortable and how what he likes and wants mmmmm

*jjolali (50), Couple on 15 May 2015 by Meeting in person:
We met d at this week an he is very genuine an great fun to play with.Mrs had loads of fun with him an I'm sure in the Not too distant future we will be meeting up with him again xx

*aroline-1 (51), Woman on 8 February 2015 by Meeting in person:
Self-assured, fun and very, very sexy man. A complete gentleman...until I needed him not to be!

*pice69uk (53), Couple on 30 August 2014 by Meeting in person:
Spontaneous meet ending in hot and heavy fun! Well mannered and oh so talented. Yum!

*imo4black (47), Couple on 30 October 2013 by Meeting in person:
Met this happy, cool and naughty guy having a very funny afternoon. 100% recommended ;)

*imo4black (47), Couple on 1 October 2013 by Webcam:
Very nice and gentle guy.

*ealtreats (49), Couple on 24 February 2013 by Meeting in person:
Met Mr Black last week for a really freaky, naughty mid afternoon sensual feast and we were thoroughly satisfied. We had a great time, he is a real gentleman nice sense of humour and is extremely thorough with his lip service. We definitely hope to meet up again soon xx. For those looking for an extra zing, if you get a chance, I'd suggest you drop him a line you'll be in for a hot chocolate treat.

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