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"Oh," Isaid. I glancedback at Susan,but I didnot remember herout of thehundreds of artstudents I hadmodeled nude for.

Finally,I slowly –gently - pulledout my end-plug,savouring the extraordinarysensation of freedomand power asit slid fromits willing anal sheath. Bobbi wasstill lying withher eyes closed,lost in herown world ofbliss, the plugjutting from herass, still twitchingas her orgasmsubsided. I Youwere there, waitingfor me whenI came frommy bedroom. Youhad stripped, astold, your clothesneatly folded andstacked on thechair next towhere you kneltwaiting for me.The years ofliving within yourself-made walls hadtaken a tollon you. Yourlife was allabout control andorder. You neededit, didn't knowhow to survivewithout it, andyet you wereabout to surrenderit to me.

Eventually I finished,almost collapsing onmy feet withmy cock stillburied right upto the basebetween Lisa's throbbingcheeks. Eventually Icould feel mycock deflate andI gradually slipped it out ofher ass, thetip leaving anarc of stickywhite come betweenthe head ofmy cock andher contracting anus.I eased myself into thechair at thetable, and admiredthe shapely formof the prostitute,her arms splayed across the counter,large tits mashed out on eitherside, her bodysupported by onestiletto clad leg,her other kneepropped up onthe counter andher anus slowlystarting to leakout the comewhich I hadjust blasted upher tight, tannedbutt. Her blondehair was atangled mess acrossher face andshoulders, and hereyes closed, enjoyingthe burning sensation in her just-fuckedasshole.

As Iwalked, she purposelystepped on eachstair slowly andcarefully, the hugemuscles of hergargantuan calves rising up like fleshyfists out ofher falling black socks.

"Hey..." she said."...I just don'twant you tokeep everything inside.You can talkto me."

Me: hey,I saw youraddress on thepizza order, andI just wantedto get toknow you better.

'Owwww, Um, Idunno. I um,was, ummm, gonnago to thebathroom and...' yourespond while inpain.

"Oh God," shegroaned, "I wishyou would havefucked me, Doug,I even leftmy bedroom dooropen for you,hoping you'd comein there andsee me changing."

"Andif I don't?"Hailey asked sceptically.

"D'yawant a clue?"she said.

"Myfigure?" She gapedin astonishment, "Whatfigure? I usedto have afigure once upona time." Shelaughed, "Two kids,and forty orfifty pounds ago."

Conversationsthat took place in Hindi arerecorded as suchin italics, immediatelyfollowed by atranslation in English.Readers familiar withHindi might findit rewarding toread through theoriginal Hindi conversations.Others can convenientlyskip them.

Shestopped sucking mypenis and said,"I'm not suckingyour cock, you'redreaming. But Iwill tell youthis, Ben, Iwill take apiece of vanillainside of metomorrow and letit coat mereal good."

Mary gazed lovingly into Fred'seyes, holding hislong hard tool in both ofher petite hands.She began toslowly frig hiscock up anddown as shekissed him again,this time withher saliva escapingfrom her mouth.

Sylvesterlaughed. "I canalmost find itin my heartto feel sorryfor Silverstone, forhaving to marryyou. Almost, butnot quite."

She lookedup at meand was annoyedthat I couldn'thold any longer.I just smiled sheepishly. She removedthat condom andthrew it awayand rolled onanother using thesame technique andstarted blowing me,trying to makeme hard. Iwas semi hard,but being excitedas I was,I came again,I was soembarrassed, she saidthat she couldn'tmake me hardenough for meto enter herand that shewould try onelast time. Shegot another condomand rolled iton my dickand took mein her mouthagain. This timeI was hardand she mademe get up,she lay onthe bed withher legs wideopen and toldme to getin her.

waited amoment, then pulledtenderly.

After dinnerMs. Dixon left them alone andwent home. Suemixed them botha drink andcarried his tohim in theliving room. "Areyou ready orthe fashion show."She said.

My bodyis literally, awonderland.

"Yeah."

I metthis really cute black boy ata Chess tournament we were havingat my school.Malik was thecutest guy Ihad every seenin my life.He was talland very darkskinned. He was19 years old but he lookedlike a seniorin college. Hewas also welloff, his fatherwas a doctor,and his motherwas a nurse.He was goingto Virginia StateUniversity in thefall. Malik andI hit itoff at theChess tournament. Hehad asked ifhe could takeme out. WhenI didn't respondright away andhe asked mewhat was wrong.I had tobe honest withhim and tellhim about myfather and howweird and prejudicehe was. Itold him ifwe go outthat I wouldhave to beback home by10pm…and that Iwould have tomeet him somewhere…hetold me hetotally understood. Healso told methat he's dateda lot ofwhite girls onthe down lowbefore.

"What?"

The sound onthe door wasso quiet, almosthesitant. I gotup from thebed and walkedto the door.

"Sorry,honey. It's apay-to-play atmosphere here,and I'm justplaying by therules. Besides, ifI didn't knowyou any better…,"she slid herfree hand belowtable and grabbedthe front ofmy trousers. "Justas I thought,hard as arock. I thinksomeone here likeswatching his wifeget all nastyin front ofthese men. Don'tyou?" She pulledher hand backto the tabletopbefore anyone gotsuspicious.

Corrine was thedaughter of oneof the civilianlecturer's at Sandhurst.Roy Tower taught me War Studies and seemed tohave a softspot for me.He invited meto tutorials athis house andover a periodof time Igot to knowCorrine. She wastall, very bustyand spoke witha stunningly sexylisp. At 16she was quiteyoung, but herbody was ripeand her bodylanguage appeared tooffer a chanceto share inher perfection. Herskirts were alwaysjust that bittoo short andthe way shemoved was slightlyawkward. Often Iwould see herknickers or apeep of abreast. I amsure it wasnot deliberate, shewas far tooinnocent to deliberatelytempt me thatway.

I did notlike it, butas soon aswe were marriedall of thiswould be behindus. My motherplanned the wholewedding. Kathy wasback on herno sex beforemarriage. She stillliked me tosuck her pussybut she seemedto forget abouther promise tojerk me offfor my relief.


The next day,after washing theblood off ofus, Rick andI sat downat our usualtable in thecafeteria to haveour lunch. Rick'snever been married,but I knewfor a factthat he datedmany different women.Some of themwhite, some black,a few Orientals.I was unsurehow to goabout bringing itup, so Ithought the bestapproach would bethe direct approach.As I satacross the tablefrom Rick Ismiled and said.