A smile crossed the face of the blonde bimbo when Tatiana whispered in her ear. Somehow I suspected they would both be devouring me soon enough. Judging by the grins on their faces I wasn't wrong. Doing a slow grind before them I made to let them know how happy they'd be, how wide they would be split open, when I was done with them.
Each woman got a real good feel of my equipment and tried to outdo all the women I'd performed before prior to them. The blonde leaned over to me and told me that she was going to swallow me to the root. Of course I'd heard that before although none had been able to accomplish such a feat.
"I want to feel that mouth devour me whole," I said, "but that is one trick noone has ever managed to pull off."
"I will," she bragged, "Yolanda has never met a cock too big for her mouth yet." She grinned in anticipation of trying me on for size. I grinned in anticipation of her trying and the fact she'd just told me she had a big mouth.
Yolanda and Tatiana did not have much to worry about between sets as I took them both in back in the dressing room with me. Laughing and kidding each was rather playful with me even when one of the dancers asked me, "Which one?"
"Which one what," they asked in unison.
"Which one of you offered to suck his cock to the root? Someone always offers to do it but, to date, noone has succeeded have they?" Jeff said.
"No, not yet," I replied, "Lord knows you keep telling me you can do it. Alas, I am not gay like you."
"Don't knock it til you try it," he chided back.
"I did," Yolanda jumped in, "I told him I'd swallow him whole."
"Good luck," Jeff said, "You'd do better trying to swallow your own forearm past the elbow."
"What do you mean?" she asked.
"Honey," he replied, "we all go on stage soft. What you saw sticking out of his thong is nowhere near the size he gets hard."
Yolanda gasped then turned her head to me. "I guess you'll just have to enter me soft and grow inside me then," she said to me.
"Thanks Jeff," I said as I felt two hands massaging my cock, "Don't you ever get tired of scaring my women?"
"Nahhhhhhhhhhh," he said, "besides if I scare enough of them off maybe you'll let me have a chance with that monster!"
"Maybe I'll force you down on it you slut just to shut you up!" I laughed back at him.
"You can't force the willing," Jeff replied.
My monster was at full erection due the women working on me and I was nearing orgasm quickly. Between Tatiana licking her way back and forth from my balls to my asshole and Yolanda holding my firehose which she was pushing past her lips I was soon to cum. Each of the women was aghast at Jeff's comment but dying to take it nonetheless.
Between acts I'd come into the back and let the women play with my member but I made sure not to cum. This made sure I was forever hard for the rest of my dance routines, excited the women in the audience more thereby earning me more money and made sure I was ready to service the women later. Gasps usually accompanied my entrance onstage as I was still glistening with fresh saliva and had lipstick smeared on me as well.
At the end of the evening I took Tatiana and Yolanda home. Mere moments passed after entering before the two women forced me to the couch and they began to devour me whole. Working together the two licked me from top to bottom, each trying to outdo the other and kissing as they licked around my member's crown. I'd seen girl-girl videos in the past but the experience is quite different when it is real and the women are tongue dueling over your cockhead.
Moving quickly I pushed Tatiana's head into Yolanda's shaven pussy lips as I slipped rapidly from the couch into position behind Tatiana. My fingers danced across her exposed lips as I got my first taste and smell of her. I was hooked. Tat was the tastiest woman I'd ever had the pleasure of having in my mouth.
Taking a deep breath my tongue slid between the tight folds of skin. Thankfully her thighs had not yet clamped around my head, so I could hear the moans elicited as I ate her and she ate Yolanda. Velvet folds, warm and wet, encased my tongue as she let me insinuate myself into her. Bucking upon my head I could tell that Tatiana was enjoying my every moment inside her.
Her nice bubble butt enticed me and, using the moisture from her wet pussy and my pre-cum oozing from the tip of my staff I lubricated her and then entered that lovely ass. Her muffled moan of pleasure reverberated throughout Yolanda's extremely sensitive lips causing her to explode suddenly and covering Tatiana's face. My heavy hammer drove Tatiana crazy as I took her. Lucky me I'd found a woman who not only liked sex, but who loved anal sex as well. Tat pushed herself hard upon my turgid member repeatedly.
Yolanda's pussy was leaking an incredible amount as Tat tattooed her pleasure upon it with her tongue. I tattooed Tat's breast with the pinching of my fingers and her ass with my hard throbber. Slowly I'd pull all the way to the head, allowing it to spread her to her widest, and then plunge headlong back to the bottom of that velvet tunnel.
Positions shifted yet again as I pulled Tat to my face and buried myself in her shaved pussy as Yolanda began to bury my enormous prick inside her. Gravity did a good job on Yolanda as her knees weakened as she plunged deep upon me. My meaty cock was sliding into her like a spear impaling a small animal.
I bucked my way into the fragile woman until she was begging me to stop my thrusts due to the pain of having something that large inside her. Yolanda cursed at me swearing I'd relocated most of her internal organs. Tat, however, said that she was ready and willing to be tore apart in any orifice I was willing to invade.
Needless to say after our initial encounter I continued to "date" Tatiana. By the time our second date began I'd already orally, anally, vaginally fucked the woman senseless. Heck, I'd even fucked her large breasts at her insistence. Over time we grew together until I actually proposed.
My proposal wasn't your average type though. Since we'd spent most of our time having kinky sex, engaging in bondage and discipline and every other so-called kinky act it was no surprise to her that I proposed to her.
The real surprise was where I proposed to my wife and how. We'd discussed previously our religious preferences and already started looking for a church to attend together. Her family, religious as it was, not only attended but enjoyed the history and architecture of such places. So, the day I proposed, I took her to an old, abandoned church, led her to into the confessional, seduced her and took her anally as, reaching around with one hand I pinched her nipple hard and with the other I presented her with an engagement ring. Which made her gasp more the pinching or the 2 carat, flawless, pink diamond in a heart-shaped cut and Tiffany setting I am not sure. Of course now you know why I didn't do it in an active church—her scream of "Yessssssssssss" rang throughout the rafters.
Now, several years later, we have game nights to keep our relationship always fresh and surprising. I'd chosen "Truth or Dare" but we never play the G-rated version of any games. She didn't know what I had in store but that would soon change. Excuse me now I have to answer the door, the fun is about to start!
The End.
Willing Prey
"I can't," the pretty young brunette said softly to the tall short haired blonde woman standing beside her beside the bar. "I'm not into girls," she laughed nervously, " and besides that I'm married." She held up her left hand and showed Shelly a small diamond ring and matching wedding band. She was in her early twenties and was much too young, Shelly thought, to be married. The two women had been talking for nearly two hours and Shelly had bought three rounds of drinks for them both.
The hotel bar was filled mostly with women in town for a teacher's convention. Lisa, the pretty brunette was an elementary school teacher from a small town in Iowa but Shelly was a local. She had worked as a cop for the last fifteen years and was at the bar with a few friends celebrating her promotion to Detective III. She spotted the pretty young teacher sitting alone at the bar shortly after arriving. Her eyes had continued to flash in the brunette's direction and after getting caught looki
ng for a third time she left her friends and joined the solo brunette at the end of the bar.
"I won't tell him if you don't," Shelly teased as she inched closer to her prey. She held eye contact and smiled unassumingly as she gauged the girl's reaction. Shelly had a type and the pretty brunette was it. She was decidedly femme and had the youthful innocence of the girl next door but there was a knowing spark of curiosity in the young woman's beautiful brown eyes; couple that with a pretty face, long silky brown hair, a tight compact body and magnificent perky tits and Shelly was spellbound. Married or not, Shelly knew the pretty young woman had a secret.
The brunette giggled nervously and flashed a perfect white smile. "You're bad," she said softly as she looked down at the floor. Lisa had known when she first saw Shelly that she was a lesbian. She was around 40 with a short butch haircut but she was not unattractive. Her face would have been almost beautiful with a little eye makeup and she had pretty blue eyes as well as a really nice smile. Shelly was almost 6' tall with a thick muscular body and she towered over the 5'3" teacher. Her breasts were big and, though she hid it behind men's jeans and a loose fitting polo shirt; she had a nice hourglass shape almost like a super sized version of the sexy redhead from Mad Men.
Shelly brushed a stray hair away from the brunette's cheek. She had played this game before and she knew when to push. The brunette was clearly intrigued and she was a long way from home in a town that she knew no one. "You're not into girls?" Shelly prodded skeptically.
"Nope, not really. Sorry," the brunette giggled again. She was trying to sound sure of herself but failing miserably.
"Come on Lisa," Shelly smiled questioningly as she pressed on, "have you ever thought about it?" She knew the honest answer to her question but would Lisa lie?
"Of course I have thought about it," Lisa answered honestly as she giggled again. "Every girl has." The nervous giggling might be annoying in some women but from Lisa it was adorable.
"Then why haven't you tried it," Shelly asked as she inched slightly closer to the pretty young woman. She could smell her perfume. It was light and airy and Shelly liked it. She liked it a lot.
"Uh, I dunno, never really thought about it," the brunette stammered. "And I never really had the opportunity," she lied. Her mind flashed back to her sophomore year at NYU. Her roommate Pamela was in the midst of her experimental phase and made several drunken passes at her. Pamela was obviously much younger than Shelly, but she was tomboyish with a strong muscular body from a lifetime playing field hockey and she too had pretty blue eyes. Lisa laughed off Pamela's advances at the time but they had stuck with her. In the years since college she sometimes found herself alone on the computer when her husband, Brian, was out of town. She would watch girl/girl movies on various websites. They always made her wet but most of the girls were plastic and you could tell that they were faking it. When left to her own imagination, Lisa's fantasies revolved around real women, real women who looked like Shelly or Pamela. Strong, confident and, yes, butch women were what Lisa was drawn to and standing in front of her was the chance to fulfill her deepest fantasy.
"Well now you have the opportunity," Shelly said reading the young woman's mind. She grazed the back of her hand across the Lisa's cheek. The big butch's gentle touch sent shivers through Lisa's petite body.
Lisa closed her eyes and sighed softly, "I shouldn't," she stammered nervously. She felt her heart racing and she hoped Shelly couldn't hear it.
"But you want to," Shelly said playfully. She knew she was close.
Lisa looked down at the floor as her cheeks flushed crimson red. She could feel the familiar squishy feeling between her legs and she was sure her thong was soaked. "No," she whispered. It was a lie and from her expression she knew Shelly saw right through it.
Shelly moved closer until Lisa's body was pinned between her and the bar. Her hand slipped around the pretty brunette's waist and she pulled her even closer as she slipped a denim covered thigh between the young woman's legs causing her skirt to ride up exposing the tops of her thigh-high stockings. "Come home with me," she whispered in the pretty brunette's ear. Her lips grazed the girl's earlobe and she heard Lisa let out a low moan. Shelly's free hand touched the girls stocking clad thigh and slowly moved upward.
Lisa felt a tremendous surge of wetness between her legs. "Oh god," she sighed. She wanted to run but her limbs felt heavy. Her body was trembling and she could feel the warmth of Shelly's breath in her ear. She was scared but too excited to move. She held her breath and bit her bottom lip as Shelly's fingers continued to draw a line up her thigh.
"Or we can go upstairs to your room," Shelly continued. Her leg moved higher between Lisa's thighs and she could feel an almost imperceptible movement of the teachers hips. Her fingers moved between them and touched the wet silk of the young woman's panties.
Lisa knew what she wanted but she was frightened. She had been raised in a religious family in a small town and homosexuality was taught to be wrong. That was why she had laughed off Pamela's advances in college and why she had married Brian when deep down she knew there was something missing.
Lisa moaned softly as Shelly's calloused finger touched the sopping fabric of her tiny thong. She shuddered unable to speak.
"You're wet," Shelly whispered as her tongue traced the outline of Lisa's ear.
"Uhh," Lisa squeaked. She could smell Shelly's warm sweet breath tickle her nostrils. She could feel the searing heat of Shelly's hand as it rested on the small of her back. She hesitated as she considered the ramifications of her decision. She was a thousand miles from home and she knew she would never get an opportunity like this back home or maybe ever again. "Yes," the pretty brunette finally answered meekly. "Upstairs."
They walked from the bar. Shelly's hand stayed on the young woman's back as they left together as a couple.
Lisa heart was pounding with excitement as they waited for the elevator. 'Oh god,' she thought as she felt the onset of a panic attack. 'How can I get out of this?' Her body was shaking. 'I can't do it.'
Shelly sensed the woman's apprehension. Her hand left the girls back and she took Lisa's hand in hers. "Relax," she said softly as she looked into the young woman's eyes. She had calmed people in far more stressful situations. She was good at it. It was a talent that had served her well over the years.
The elevator doors opened and Lisa quickly stepped inside. The car was empty and she was glad to see that they were alone. She pushed the button for her floor and turned to face Shelly. She looked sheepishly at the older woman as she felt a wave of tranquility pass over her. The bright lighting in the elevator brought out the blue in the older woman's eyes. She did have a pretty face.
The doors closed and Shelly moved closer. She took Lisa's hands and pulled her tight. She leaned in and kissed the pretty brunette tenderly.
Lisa felt Shelly's body against hers as their lips met in a soft kiss. She tensed momentarily and then melted against the bigger woman's warm body. Lisa's lips parted of their own accord and Shelly's tongue slipped into her mouth. Shelly's tongue was long and thick and it moved around her mouth in an incredible sensuous frenzy. Her lips were soft and supple and unlike anything she had felt before. The kiss was amazing. Lisa felt Shelly's tongue slither around hers and she moaned softly into the butch woman's hot mouth as she pressed herself hard against the bigger woman's strong body. Her heart was racing and she was more turned on than she had been in years.
They kissed deeply while the elevator climbed 11 floors and when the chime sounded at their floor they reluctantly separated.
Lisa was breathing heavy, and her body was on fire. She took Shelly's hand and they walked hand in hand to her room. She was no longer unsure but she felt a million butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She stumbled with the electronic key until the door finally opened and they quickly stepped inside.
The door closed behind them and Shelly bent down to kiss the petite brunette. Lisa's mouth opened and their tongues entwined in a deep French kis
s as Shelly unzipped the young teachers dress. She pushed the dress off the brunette's shoulders and let it fall to the floor as they continued to kiss.
Shelly had wanted to sweep the young woman off her feet the moment she saw her in the bar and as the dress fell to the floor she did just that. She hoisted the smaller woman into her strong arms and effortlessly carried her to the bed.
Lisa was stunned at how strong Shelly was. She wrapped her arms around the big cop's thick neck as Shelly carried her across the room and looked into the older woman's pretty blue eyes. She felt something unexplainable, an epiphany of sorts as though she was were she belonged. She kissed Shelly softly and, despite the warm temperature of the room, goose bumps covered her nearly naked body.
Shelly lowered the pretty brunette to the bed and smiled. "God you are beautiful," she said quietly.
"Thank you," Lisa said quickly, "so are you." She lay on the bed in just her underwear. She felt exposed and vulnerable and instinctively crossed her arm across her chest. She had always been self conscious of her breasts. They weren't huge but she thought they looked freakish on her small frame and she thought that her nipples were too big.
Shelly smiled at Lisa's sign of insecurity. "They are perfect," Shelly said reassuringly as she touched the young woman's face.
Lisa felt relieved and rolled onto her side to face Shelly. "Let me see you," the young woman said softly. She reached up and unsnapped the blonde's jeans and watched excitedly as Shelly pulled her shirt up over her head exposing her enormous 38dd breasts. They were held in place with a tight sports bra but even so they looked huge.
Shelly felt Lisa's hungry eyes looking at her as she pulled her sports bra over her head. Her huge tits were capped with big sensitive brown nipples and they sagged under their own weight as she set them free.
"Oh my god," Lisa moaned at the sight of Shelly's tits. She sat up facing the butch woman and swung her legs to each side as she unzipped Shelly's pants and pulled them down over her wide hips.
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