A WEEK : by © Haamilton Joyce MF tv M+F MM 
M+F+ Mdom wife


The alarm went off at five thirty. Harry groaned, sat up, poured himself a 
coffee and muttered, 'Monday, bloody Monday.' He had a slight 
hangover...they had gone well into the second bottle the night before. All he 
could see of his wife was tousled black hair against the pillow, as she pulled 
the duvet further over her head against the intruding light. The coffee burned 
its way down and Harry awake now slid back down into the bed and reached 
for the warm body beside him. He had his usual morning hard-on. He put a 
hand on her arse, feeling familiar contours. She usually slept naked in the 
summer. No response. She never was her best first thing...more of an evening 
woman. He wanked with his other hand. Moving closer he put his knob into 
the warm, soft arse-crease, still holding his cock with one hand. He reached up 
and felt for her soft tit.

'It's too early,' Jane protested , half asleep.

'I know. But I've go to be away soon,' he replied and started to wipe his cock 
up and down over her cunt, between the lips. It was soon lubricated.

'All right. Slip it in then....'

She at least arched her back so her arse stuck out, making rear entry into her 
cunt easier for him. Still holding his cock he placed it over her hole and 
shoved it into her vagina. She lay there dozing as he shagged her, laying on his 
right side. He wanted to see her...she had a good body...and with a sudden 
gesture threw the duvet off. One arm now under her, pulling her back onto him 
by holding a tit, while the other reached over and pulled her belly back 
towards him. No reaction from her at all as he made no attempt to prolong it, 
and just pumped away till he reached his own, rather dull little orgasm.

No doubt about it. Jane was better in the evening...and with a group.

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This week was Liverpool, a shipping office in Water Street. After Monday's 
work, a shower, shave, change of clothes, and down to the hotel bar to see 
what possibilities were around. Harry was a conventionally handsome 
man....tall, slim, broad shoulders, small arse, dark, wavy hair , and 
smouldering good looks. He seldom found any difficulty getting the best 
looking people into his bed. He went both ways.

Beautiful woman at the bar! By her charcoal grey, tailored suit, she was a 
business woman. Cool and self-assured, this one. Medium height. Slim hips. 
Good tits probably. Shortish, dark hair.....

Deborah noticed Harry come into the bar, and saw him look around in hunting 
mode. She felt a quickening of her pulse.....he really was rather 
smashing....very sexy. And he was coming over to the bar. He stood a couple 
of paces from her and ordered. While the drink came he turned and 
smiled....her cunt was reacting to him! An inane comment and an equally 
inane answer, but it enabled him to move the two paces towards her and 
continue the conversation in the knowledge he wouldn't get an immediate 
brush-off. 

Alive to small signs, Harry could see she was sexually attracted to him. Her 
crossed legs squirmed together almost un-noticeably, and she had a slight 
flush! Would she have supper with him...he wasn't offering to pay....but it 
would be nice to have her to talk to over dinner....

Deborah normally avoided lone business men in hotels...but this guy was 
dishy. Over dinner, she found herself warming to him. He knew how to make 
her laugh. They were old friends by the time they signed their separate bills. 
They went up together in the lift.

Harry paused at his door, 'This is my room...a goodnight kiss?'

He took her lightly in his arms and kissed her on the lips, his hand straying to 
her bottom and caressing it. He could feel shiny nylon beneath the wool fabric. 
'Come in for a nightcap!'

'No. It was a nice evening, but I've got to work tomorrow. No, But thanks a 
lot.' She turned, and suddenly realised she would never see him again. Her 
cunt wanted him!. Why not? 'Look .Come to my room. It's that one there.'

In her room they kissed again, and Harry allowed himself more passion this 
time...his tongue making it a lover's kiss beyond all doubt. She broke away, 
and made her way to the bathroom. He heard it flush. The water run. And she 
emerged again, her suit over her arm. As she hung it up she said, 'I loathe 
these power clothes. I feel much more comfortable now. ' And she looked 
more comfortable, he thought, in her black satin slip! 

'You look wonderful in the suit. And even more now!' They kissed again, 
upright by the bed. This time she too caressed her partner's arse, and enjoyed 
its athletic hardness. He lifted her up and placed her on the bed, lying beside 
her immediately. As she kicked her red shoes off, he lay half on top of her, his 
chest against one breast. One hand slipped up past the hem of her slip, 
caressing her thighs at the point where her shiny nylon stockings gave way to 
the soft, tender flesh. The other hand cupped a breast, pressing it through the 
lace of her slip and the nylon of her bra.

Deborah could feel the weight of this stranger on her bosom, and his hands 
exploring the shape of her body. She had a momentary qualm, and then, 'Oh 
what the hell,' she thought. 'He's goodlooking, and I can feel he's virile, even 
through all our clothes. We're going to fuck tonight, so may as well get 
going!' She pulled him down on her and kissed him, putting her tongue in his 
mouth and receiving his in return. She could feel his bulging cock against her 
belly, and reached down, forcing her hand between their bodies to grasp it 
through the woollen suiting, finding it a large and firm weapon!

Harry felt her hand on his dick and this was his cue to reach beyond her 
stocking-tops and between her legs. As he ran his hand up her long thighs he 
felt her legs open for him, and the back of his hand, his knuckles, rested in her 
crotch. She moved her cunt against the hard bone. Her glossy nylon panties 
were damp with her juices. He rubbed up and down, making sure now that his 
finger rested against her clit, hidden still beneath the satin, but obvious to his 
questing finger. His other hand still pressed and fondled her breast, still fully 
clothed.

Deborah felt her lust rising, her cunt getting hotter as Harry caressed it. She 
unzipped his flies and reached inside. The shape of his cock was obvious 
through his boxer shorts. She reached down the waistband of these and held 
his bare cock a second before pulling it up and out over the top of his shorts. It 
was lovely, she thought, and she fondled it with both hands at once.

'Let's get some clothes off,' she said. 'I want to see your body.'

While he undid his shirt, shirt, suit etc. she slipped off the top and bottom of 
her suit and lay back in her black underwear. She knew he'd rather play with 
her undies first, before taking them off for himself; and probably he'd prefer 
her to keep on her suspender belt....they're all fetishists these men. But the belt 
was a bit tight...and in any case her black stockings were hold-ups. She knew 
he'd love her bra with its suggestion of bondage in the steel ring at the back, 
and its quick release at the front. And her black, shiny satin briefs, so tight into 
her crotch. She lay on her belly and watched him finish. He was now entirely 
stripped off and Deborah congratulated herself. He had an athlete's figure, 
triangular from shoulders to waist, and a small  ,hard bum and flat tummy. 
He'd no chest hair to speak of, and was sun-tanned except for the band of 
milk-white across his buttocks and lower belly. Yum yum!

Harry felt his cock twitch in eager anticipation as she revealed her lovely 
young body. He knelt beside her, admiring her lithe form.

Deborah looked up at his muscular frame, all soft clean skin and knotted 
muscles. His cock was stiff, upright against his belly. She felt a sudden need to 
handle, to suck it. Kneeling in front of him on the bed she reached around his 
arse and pulled him in to her. Her face crushed on his belly, and his cock 
pressing her lips, she took the knob in her mouth, running tongue around the 
rim of the helmet. Her long nails teased the shaft, scratching at the out-
standing veins. Her hands kneaded his bottom without her conscious action. 
She loved the firm, tight, hard features. As she knelt she felt him undo her bra 
at the front and massage her shoulders and back. He reached down and felt her 
thighs and stocking tops. He massaged her bottom through the shiny satin of 
her panties. His thumbs under the waistband, he eased them down an inch or 
so, until her bottom cheeks were bare. She felt the passion with which he 
massaged her tanned flesh.

As she knelt her bra hung loose from her breasts. It was clear that she only 
wore a bra for show...her tits stood firm without support. 'Strip me, darling. 
Naked.' He pulled the bra off and slid her panties down her long legs, and 
finally rolled her glossy stockings down. He pushed her over onto her back and 
lay with his face between her thighs. Her cuntlips glistened and he was aware 
of the strong, clean smell of excitement. Her cunt hair was shaped, leaving the 
lips clean-shaven, and he pulled these apart with both hands. He placed his 
whole mouth over the wide-open cunt and then concentrated on licking her 
hard clitoris. As her thighs closed on his face and her hands clutched into his 
hair, pulling him onto her cunt harder, he reached up two-handed and grasped 
a tit in each palm. They were wonderful! Hard nipples, firm, warm, rounded 
flesh. He teased and pressed them as she moaned. His tongue licked harder. 
With tits and clit both stimulated she came. He lapped at the cunt, swallowing 
her juices.

As she came Deborah pulled his hair forcing his head ever harder onto her 
cunt. With her other hand she was slapping and feeling the square, muscular 
shoulders of this dream of a male. But she wanted his cock as well as his 
tongue. As soon as she came she knelt, wriggling and presenting her arse to 
him. 'Now, darling, shag me. Fuck me hard. Give me all that beautiful prick.'

This was heaven for Harry. a woman whose lust matched his own! Kneeling in 
front of him her waist was tiny , contrasting with the width of her back and the 
broad roundness of her butt. Her tan showed she had been sun-bathing, but 
there was no bra-mark, and no tell-tale white triangle across her bottom. The 
honey-gold of her tan was unbroken. Naughty girl, Harry thought. Her shaven 
cunt-lips stood out plump and invitingly open as she knelt. He couldn't resist 
one more little kiss and he bent over, allowing his tongue to slip wide across 
the flesh of her bottom, into her slit, and running the whole length of that crack 
from cunt to arsehole.

'Now! Fuck me now!' she implored. He positioned his knob against her 
sopping, slippery cunt and with a firm, steady push entered her till his hair 
touched her arse cheeks. She sighed and pushed back against his thighs to 
maximise the penetration. And then he started a long, slow fuck, his hands 
sometimes reaching round and playing with her tits, other times under her and 
titillating her clit, or resting on her rounded buttocks, or playing with the tight 
anus. He noticed that as soon as he removed a hand from her clit, hers replaced 
it. He felt as if his erection was made of steel as he worked her up through one 
great orgasm, a second, and then towards a third. Her fingers were now 
dabbling in her slit, playing with her clit in time with his thrusts, and her other 
hand feeling even further under and tickling his balls and the base of his prick. 
He hoped she wouldn't grasp his balls in her passion. It was too much now for 
Harry, And he started to wallop it in hard, smacking her buttocks with open 
palms, and this time they came together, and collapsed in a heap.

And that was it. They both had to work in the morning, so Harry went back to 
his own room. They didn't even exchange telephone numbers or surnames. 
This was a one-night stand, and that is how both wanted it!

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As usual after good sex Harry was refreshed and raring to go. In the office he 
was energetic and decisive, moving his negotiation on a long way. He asked at 
four o'clock for a filing clerk to help him sort some papers and was lent a 
young lad for the rest of the afternoon. Wayne was slim and effeminate. Harry 
found his oh-so-slightly camp air fascinating. He kept watching the girlish face 
with little sign of facial hair, and the long, shoulder-length , glossy dark hair, 
pony-tailed. The boy's slim hips entranced him as the lad knelt to lift a box of 
papers, or   sashayed round the office. His thighs were outlined against his 
blue denim trousers, and sometimes, when the cloth was stretched, he realised 
he could see the outline of suspender-clips. The boy was wearing stockings! 
Soon after, Wayne went out for a second, and Harry followed him into the loo. 
As he stood in the stall beside, pissing, he looked over and besides the lovely, 
cut cock, caught a flash of white, white nylon and lace. Stockings. And undies!

At about five thirty, Harry said. 'That'll do for today thanks. Wayne, look. I'd 
love to buy you dinner tonight. Why not come over to my hotel at about eight. 
And come in drag. I'd love to see you dressed....!'

'How clever of you to guess! I'd love to have dinner with you...and who 
knows what else....And I can easily pass; my name after work is Wendy, and 
you're just her type. She loves strong, butch, masterful men.'

A knock at the hotel room door. Wendy. No pony tail now, but glorious back 
hair falling in waves to her bare shoulders. she was wearing the classic little 
black dress, a mini-length in some shimmering fabric. Her shapely legs rose, 
shining, glossy black, to her hidden crotch. She had very high  heels and these 
made her tiny bottom jut out provocatively. Her dress revealed a fascinating 
cleavage....very feminine, and totally convincing. She was lovely: and she 
knew it. She enjoyed the startled look on Harry's face, knowing it was 
produced wholly by her feminine beauty. He stood there not knowing what to 
say or do for a moment...shake hands....or kiss? Wendy solved his dilemma by 
kissing him full on his lips.

Harry felt his cock almost leap to attention as this vision took him in her arms. 
His? Hers? he thought. Hers! As she kissed him he hugged her, one hand in 
the small of her back but the other feeling her small, rounded bottom. Wendy 
felt the bulging cock against her....she was pleased but not surprised by the 
power of his response....and she too was aroused: she wanted this strong male 
naked! As he kissed and fondled her, barely a step from the door, she undid 
buttons and slipped her hand into his shirt, pulling it from the waistband with 
the other. Then his belt, trousers, buttons, flies. she pulled his shirt off and, 
kneeling, took off his socks, and then trousers and boxer shorts. he was naked 
for her. She ran hands lightly up his legs, tip-touching the hairs. Harry's hands 
were in her flowing hair.

She pushed him down onto the settee where he lay watching her. His cock, 
untouched, was sprung hard up to his stomach. She stood in front of him and 
pulled her tight dress off over her head. Harry watched it rise up her long legs 
to her crotch, up, up, over her navel, over her breasts, and finally thrown to the 
floor. She stood in front of him. Her undies were exciting.
Blue satin bra and matching silk slip. Black thong. He reached for her and 
groped her lovely little butt, pressing his face into the satin of her crotch, 
where he could feel her prick, slender but hard against his cheeks. She bent 
over and kissed him on the lips and he reached for her tits, escaping from the 
half-cup bra. He reached inside and fondled both nubbies. He could feel they 
were real. No fourteen year old teenager ever had titties like this, he thought. 
Her bum and legs might be those of a leggy teen...but these tits! He rolled the 
hardening nipples between thumbs and forefingers. Wendy sighed and reached 
for his prick, gently feeling rather than jerking. Harry reached inside her 
panties and found her prick. He pulled the thong down as far as her balls and 
propped the waistband under her balls, lifting them while keeping her panties 
in place. He felt again the silken skin of her arsecheeks, and the even more 
silky satin, and pressed his face against her cock. More slender than his, cut, 
lovely red knob. Shaft white and hairless....as indeed was her body. He took 
the knob in his mouth and sucked. His own cock was twitching with a life of 
its own!

Wendy slipped her bra off, and pulled her slip and panties down. Naked. Can I 
fuck your strong arse?' she asked.
That's a surprise, he thought, but said, 'I'd like that. It's in the drawer. The 
KY....'

Wendy walked back to the settee holding the tube, with a grin on her face. She 
pulled him forward as he sat on the sofa, spread a squirt of jelly onto his 
arsehole, inserted her finger to the first joint and worked it in to relax the 
muscle. Then her own prick, till it shone in the light. Kneeling in front of him 
she pushed her cock into him and collapsed on his muscular body. As she 
moved in and out, she could feel him squirming against her bosom, and his 
hands clutching at her bottom. She raised herself so she could see his muscular 
chest beneath her and then fondle it as she methodically shagged him.

Harry's legs over her slim, white shoulders, she shagged his bottom hole, 
Wendy felt herself about to come....too quick! 'Kneel down, Harry. I want you 
from behind for a bit. She pulled her cock out, and he turned over, his face 
crushed in the upholstery. One shove and she was in again, her naked mound 
against his hairy arse and thighs. When she shagged hard, her balls would 
swing and tap him very erotically, he thought. And shag him she did! With her 
hands under him she tickled his balls and wanked his cock, while her own 
cock walloped in and out of his powerful arse.

'Stop wanking me, Wendy.....you'll make me come...'

'Come, darling. Come now!' shouted his lovely fucker. She pushed harder and 
faster, and just as it was unbearable Harry felt the rush of her orgasm as she 
pumped her cum into him. Her hands still fondling his balls and jerking his 
stiff prick, Harry himself came, pumping jizz into the settee, and over her busy 
fingers. She continued while he came, spurt after spurt, and for a moment or 
two after his orgasm, and then stopped, her own cock softening. She treated 
herself to licking the cum from her fingers. Against his will, Harry's arse 
contracted, and the soft cock slipped out.

Wendy wiped herself on his shorts and pulled up her panties. Now she sat 
beside him, cool in her suspender belt, panties, bra.  She  stretched out her 
long, black-stockinged legs, and moved her ankles, lovely in stiletto heels. 
'Jesus! That was good. You've a lovely body, Harry. I bet you thought you'd 
bugger me, didn't you?'

'It was a lovely surprise! I must admit I was looking forward to shagging 
you...and I haven't really had a chance to play with your tits or your lovely 
bottom and legs....'

'Let's go and have that dinner you promised. Then I'll be your submissive 
little girl, and you can bugger me to your heart's content, and suck me too, I 
hope. She slipped her dress on, and at the dressing table straightened out her 
make-up and combed her shining hair. Harry too dressed.

They ordered their meal at the bar, and waited , drinks in hand, to be called to 
their table. In walked Deborah. Harry waved, and she walked over. 'Wendy, 
this is Deborah....Deborah, Wendy. A drink?'

As they sat at the bar, Harry was aware of the envious eyes of other sales reps, 
businessmen, etc. Here he was with two really luscious pieces, all legs, minis 
and tits! They decided to eat together and he was pleased the two girls hit it off 
together.

Debbie couldn't put her finger on it , but there was something about Wendy! 
Halfway through the meal she found out what it was, as Wendy, having played 
footsie with her under the table, took her hand and held it to her crotch. Debbie 
felt clearly the satin panties and the prick, semi-erect within. This was going to 
be an interesting evening she thought, as she realised Harry intended a 
threesome, and she might reasonably expect two cocks!

'Come back to my room for a nightcap.'  It was Debbie who took this 
initiative.

The two girls went over to the bed, temporarily more interested in each other 
than the more 'conventional' Harry. He poured himself a scotch and sat the 
while in an armchair, watching. They kissed and he saw their hands roaming 
over each others' bodies. Wendy pulled Deborah's silk blouse from her 
waistband, undid the buttons and nibbled a nipple through the black satin bra. 
You've lovely tits, Debbie. I wish mine were as good!' She rolled away, 
unzipped her dress, and pulled it off.

Debbie hugged her again and fondled the firm breasts through her satin bra. 
Reaching behind she removed the shiny covering and licked the naked breast, 
looking at her rosy nipples, hardly formed. 'But your breasts are lovely, like a 
young girl's. They take me back to my schooldays when I used to play with a 
schoolfriend.' Her own breasts tightened, and she was very aware of the 
tension in them now, nipples stiffening with passion. Her hands felt the slim, 
rounded contours of the young transexual's hips and bottom. Her cunt was 
warming up, demanding attention by this lovely girl!

Harry came over and placed a hand on each bottom: he liked shiny undies and 
he massaged two arses. Then he unclasped the brunette's bra, exposing her tits 
to the hands and tongue of her tv lover. He went back to the chair and took his 
prick out, to jerk while he watched the emerging sex-show. Wendy had taken 
her panties off and was kneeling over Debbie, her cock waving in front of her. 
Debbie reached up and pulled the kneeling figure closer, before taking the 
knob in her mouth. Now she sucked at first gently, then more and more 
franticly. Wendy, panting, fondled the firm, rounded breasts spread beneath 
her, and pushed in and out of the eager mouth, taking her timing from the 
woman's hands clutching her arse.

Debbie suddenly stopped and ripped her nylon panties down, to demand she be 
sucked as well. Harry was treated to the sight of these two lovely bodies deep 
in oral sex. He reached for the phone and dialled home! As the phone rang he 
wanked softly.

The phone rang by his wife's bed. She cursed and ignored it a second or two, 
as the tall blackman continued to shag her, while the dykey white bit licked her 
clit. It was too much, and she came; the phone was still ringing. The girl was 
now sucking one white breast while her husband was shagging in the leisurely 
way he had perfected.

Jane picked up the phone, signalling her two companions not to make so much 
noise. 'Oh, Harry. I was in bed. Yes, taking an early night. No you didn't wake 
me up.' She rattled on a bit, trying to keep her mind off the four hands 
stimulating her body and the prick still slowly. rhythmically reaming her cunt. 
'I feel quite randy, talking to you....

'That's funny. I'm randy too. I've got my cock out and I'm wanking it....' The 
girls on the bed were giggling and Harry motioned them to be quiet.

Jane felt a female finger penetrate her bottom, as the male fucked on. 
'Oh...that's good....good. I think I'm going to come....' And come she did, 
moaning and panting.

'I expect you'll want to go to sleep now, ' said Harry. I'll ring off. See you 
Friday night. I'll be late. about eleven. Kinky if you want.'

'Byee. Love you!' she whispered as she started to respond again to the 
shagging, and placing her finger in the warm, wet, cunt.

On the bed Wendy was shagging Debbie. Kneeling behind her , her lovely 
buttocks were framed by the straps of her undies. Her legs were long and 
shapely in the black, glossy stockings. Debbie was clutching the sheets in both 
hands, her arse high in the air. Her tits swung provocatively as she moved to 
the measure of the shafting. His prick waved in front of him as Harry walked 
over to see if Wendy was in her arse or her cunt.

She was fucking the cunt! Harry sat on the bed and fondled the tv's white, firm 
bottom, spreading the cheeks so he could see the darker arsehole, closed tight. 
He clasped her hips as she moved in and out, his hands on her satin slip, and 
bending over her pressed his mouth into her arse cleavage. His tongue found 
out the whole and the tip entered. Wendy encouraged him by swearing with 
passion, and pushing back against him. His tongue entered more completely 
and he broadened it to stretch the anus. He could feel her urgent bottom 
tightening on him, nipping his tongue as he reamed it round and round. His 
own prick was rearing up, demanding satisfaction!

'God, Harry! Fuck me!' she implored as he caressed her hips and bottom. 
Harry knelt and rammed it in. This is what he had wanted since he glimpsed 
her panties, in the loo at work.

The three of them concentrated on their own sensations, their own satisfaction. 
Harry grasped the tv's breasts beneath his straining body, feeling the 
roundness and firmness, the warmth of the silky skin, scarcely less smooth 
than the satin of her slip. He handled them roughly, making the tiny nipples 
stand under his palms. He held his cock stationary, deeply embedded in the 
welcoming anus, feeling the tightness, and little twitches of the outer muscle 
gripping the stem of his prick.

At the bottom of the heap Debbie felt the extra weight and moaned her 
pleasure as her belly plunged and her hips twisted under the assault of 
Wendy's penis. She raised her head from the bed, and turned to kiss the lovely 
tv on her lips, as her cunt responded more and more to the thrusts of the she-
male's slender, active prick. The long, black hair fell on her face as they 
kissed, mingling with her own equally raven tresses. The hands fondling her 
tits were almost enough to bring her to orgasm without the thrusting penis, the 
lovely face and figure, and the added excitement of Harry's buggering her 
lover. Wendy pushed Debbie's face down again and raised her hips. She 
slapped the exposed bottom in time with her thrusts into the sopping cunt. 
Debbie started to come beneath her. 'You like it a bit rough, do you, 
sweetheart?' said Wendy and redoubling her thrusts slapped her with both 
open hands. Debbie went over the top and came with great, rolling spasms, her 
face pressed into the bed and muffling her screams.

Harry and Wendy shagged on, not interrupting the effort for Debbie's come!

'Please, fuck me both together. I love it in the arse, and in my cunt, and I've 
never had the chance of both at once!'

The shemale and the male broke away. Wendy lay on her back eagerly waiting. 
Debbie, on top, impaled herself on the cock she had been enjoying from 
behind. Harry squirted a dollop of jelly into the anus exposed for him as the 
lovely girl knelt over Wendy. Without any delay he shoved his hard, long, 
broad cock right in, right in to its root. Debbie squealed at the urgent brutality 
of this act. But immediately felt the incredible fullness and tightness of a 
double-plug; even more this was the fulfilment of a fantasy. How often had 
she imagined this act when fucking, and how often had the fantasy been 
enough to bring her off?

Harry was in his element. A lovely bum beneath him, buggering its white 
roundness, firm tits to feel, and by reaching under the body of the girl he was 
fucking, firm, full shemale tits available for him to fondle. The girl and the 
shemale were fully embracing, kissing passionately. He could feel the 
shemale's cock moving in the vagina beside his cock, separated by a thin 
membrane.

Debbie started to come again, and this time Wendy couldn't hold back. The 
cunt gripping her tool, and the feeling of another great cock so close, the 
lovely girl kissing her, and offering her tits to his caresses, and the well-built, 
handsome male feeling her nascent breasts, was too much. As Debbie came, so 
did Wendy. And this brought off Harry. Debbie had the pleasure, in the middle 
of her orgasm, of feeling warm spunk flooding first into her cunt, and within a 
moment, into the furthest reaches of her anus.

After a glass of champagne, and whispering some telephone numbers, Harry 
returned to his own room, leaving the two girls in bed together. All very well 
this shagging...but he had to work tomorrow! He'd be interested to see how 
Wendy looked in the morning, at the office.

Sure enough, Wayne looked shagged out next morning. When no-one could 
see, the boy hugged Harry, kissed him on the lips, and said, 'Thanks for last 
night. It was wonderful. After you went we made love again.....I think I'm in 
love with Debbie. At all events, I'm moving in with her. She says any time you 
are passing you must call in and we'll repeat the fun!'

Harry didn't get another chance to see Wayne, and after his shower went down 
to the bar, knowing he'd have to find a partner for the night. He looked 
around. Nothing obvious, unfortunately. No Deborah. He ordered a drink and 
sat at the bar facing the room. Attractive Chinese couple in the corner...they 
always look so tempting, childlike, he thought. He caught the eye of the tiny, 
doll-like woman and raised his glass. she didn't respond but looked demurely 
down, saying something to the man, presumably her husband. He looked 
towards Harry, who again saluted by raising his glass. This time the Chinese 
guy responded, raising his glass and smiling. Then looked away and spoke to 
the woman. She was young, probably seventeen or eighteen Harry thought. But 
it's difficult with these orientals. Very pretty.....firm little breasts, lovely legs 
under her high-slit dress. He wasn't bad either....slim and not at all muscular, 
boyish even.

They ordered more drinks, and the waiter took them over. He then came over 
to Harry, put a drink on the table in front of him and said, 'Courtesy of the 
people in the corner. They say would you like to join them?' Harry walked 
over.

They ate together, and it was towards the end of the meal that Mary spoke in 
Chinese to Lee. Lee was very direct. 'Mary would like you to join us in bed 
tonight, and so would I.....'

The two took control of Harry when they reached their suite. Mary 
stripped....easy as she had no undies beneath her clinging blue silk dress, and 
Lee too was naked before Harry had his shoes and socks off. Laughing, the 
naked couple pushed him back on the bed; Mary knelt over his face, while Lee 
undid his shirt and fondled his nipples, stimulating them roughly.

Harry lay back, naked now, enjoying. Mary was tiny, doll-like. Everything 
about her was slim and firm, except her breasts which were plump and firm! 
She had almost no body hair, any more than her husband, and her plump little 
cunt was poised above Harry's face as he stuck his tongue out in anticipation. 
He reached up and grasped her bottom cheeks one in each hand, fondling the 
firm, round little apples as she lowered herself onto his face, his erect tongue 
splitting the lips. He could feel Lee sucking his nipples, tickling them, and the 
young man's hands reaching down into his trousers. They were now caressing 
his prick, fondling his balls and the stiffening cock. Harry raised his arse, and 
then there was the wet warmth of a mouth enveloping his now stiff cock.

Mary was pressing down on Harry's face, and he tasted the spicy, salty tang of 
her cunt juice as his stiff tongue penetrated her vagina. She sighed with 
pleasure, and with a gentle rocking motion started to rub her clit and cunt 
against his nose and lips. His tongue stayed firmly inside her cunt. Mary was 
facing her husband, watching him fellate this, to them, giant of a European.In 
this position, Harry could see the crack of her arse as she moved above him, 
and was excited by the sight of her tight, little, brown arsehole deep within the 
cleavage. He caressed her thighs, feeling the softness of her oriental skin, but 
the firmness of the muscles, and the slim athleticism of this tiny woman. Her 
juices were flowing freely and bathing him in sticky slipperiness. He reached 
upwards, unthinking, and fondled the breast his hand met, making the nipple 
harden under his palm, and the cunt press even harder into his face.	

Mary watched her husband sucking a cock so much longer and shapelier than 
his own. She had become used to his bisexual nature, indeed had discovered 
her own too, and loved seeing him with a cock in his mouth. Their 
arrangement was that he could come, but to save his partner's erection for her! 
Although it meant removing her cunt from the licking, flickering tongue, she 
just had to feel this long, stiff, red-crowned cock in her mouth. She leaned 
forward and took it from her husband, only to plunge it inches deep in her own 
tiny mouth. Harry lay back, watching her bottom above him, enjoying her 
expert suction. Her man was fondling his balls and tickling his anus. Harry 
reached up and fiddled her clitoris with a thumb, while his two forefingers 
entered her cunt.... due reward for the sucking.

Mary sat back again and redoubled her shagging of the face beneath her. Harry 
was blinded by arse and cunt, but felt the mouth removed from his prick, and 
after a brief moment, the weight of a man upon it, rubbing the knob in an 
entrance. He felt his knob enter a tight , warm anus, and then the full length 
slip in. Lee was a passive bugger, as well as his other abilities. Harry lay back 
as the couple made expert love to him, Lee in particular spoiling him with 
delicate fondling of his body as he used his prick for his sexual pleasure.

Mary watched her man move up and down on the erect cock and with a sudden 
tenderness for her sodomite husband leaned towards him and kissed him. His 
hands left Harry's thighs and fondled her tits. As they embraced, Harry felt her 
cuntlips open wider, and her hips twitch. He reached for her clit and fingered 
it, while his tongue slipped into her tight anus. Mary started to come. The sight 
of her man being fucked, his hands fondling the aching roundness of her tits, a 
finger on her clit and into her cunt, and a tongue in her bottom, she panted, 
moaned, building to a climax of cries in her native chinese as spasms shook 
her body.

But no sooner had she come than she rose, and removed the man from the 
cock, lowering herself onto it, and continuing her fucking. Lee knelt over 
Harry's face and shoved his cock into the white man's mouth. It was a short, 
wedge-shaped tool, with a knob smaller than the girth of the shaft. None-the-
less Harry enjoyed the feel of urgent male-flesh in his mouth, and his tongue 
went to work on it. His hands now fondled the thighs and chest of the slender 
young man, enjoying the contrast of silky, hairless skin and lean, hard muscles. 
The cunt was warm, wet, and soft, but still able to grip and tweak his prick as 
she rode it. Her hands roved over her husband's back and bottom, as he knelt, 
and even penetrated the arse, now open!

Harry tasted a few drops of cum and prepared for the deluge to come. But no! 
On the brink of coming Lee removed himself and knelt beside his wife. As she 
shagged Harry he pressed up behind her slim, fine buttocks, and Harry 
assumed he would bugger her. No! Harry felt the wedge-shaped prick lie 
alongside his, and then force an entrance beside his, into the girl's cunt, 
stretching it wide. How could she take it? Mary yelped, but within a second 
was moving actively, enjoying the tightness of two cocks. Harry had never 
done this before, and it was stimulating to feel a cock moving against his own. 
Mary started to come, and her bouncing motion brought off Harry, spurting hot 
cum into her cunt. Lee moved easier with all the spunk and juices, and this 
brought him off too.

                                ................................................................................

Thursday nights Harry usually didn't fuck, in  order to be super-virile when he 
got home Friday. So he was by himself in the bar after dinner. A handsome 
young man stood beside him and ordered. As the barman went to the optics, 
and without looking, the guy muttered rather than whispered, 'I could fancy 
you. You've a good body!'

Harry was astounded at the direct approach: the lad still wasn't looking at him. 
Had it happened or had he imagined it? Two could play at this game. 'You're 
not bad yourself.'

The lad turned towards him and smiled....he really was handsome, though 
slightly built. 'I'm looking for a sex-slave tonight. Fancy some fun?'

That was a surprise! It was years since Harry had been on the passive end of 
S&M play, as he was usually cast as the master. But he liked the look of this 
lad, and although slightly built he seemed to have a good, compact body. 
'Suits me. Let's take our drinks with us.'

In Lloyd's room, Lloyd took command as he sat back in an armchair. 'Strip, 
slave. I wish to see you naked.' Harry undressed slowly, almost a strip-tease as 
he played with his purple underpants, turning so his Master could see his 
servant from all angles. 'Yes. You'll do. You have a fine body for pleasure. 
Come here.'

Harry stood in front of him and felt the young man test his biceps, feel his 
pectoral muscles, and then fondle his bottom and thighs. By now Harry was 
erect, but the lad didn't touch his cock or bollocks. 'Kiss me!' Harry leaned 
over and kissed him; suddenly he was pulled forward and falling against 
Lloyd, felt himself hugged by the firm body, his skin itched by the wool of his 
suit. He could feel an erection underneath him.

'Go to the bedside. Tell me what you find in the drawer.'

'Whip. Handcuffs. KY. Stockings. Panties. Lingerie things.'

'Put on the undies. If you're going to behave like a little girl, you'll dress like 
one.'

Harry had quite an undies fetish and certainly enjoyed the feel as he pulled on 
the glossy stockings and fastened the suspender belt. Then the black satin 
bikini panties that were too short to contain his hard cock, which peeped out of 
the top of them.

'Wig .Now the wrist cuffs. Fasten them.'

Lloyd rose and took his tie off to slip it through one  cuff, his belt through the 
other. In the corner was a cross contraption, probably collapsible and portable 
he thought. The tie and belt  were looped through a ring and tied, so Harry was 
immobilised, hands over his head, arse facing the sadist. Lloyd pressed his 
body, naked now, into Harry's back, crushing belly and cock against the frame. 
He stepped back, and over his shoulder Harry could see first a long, slender, 
straight  cock standing proud in front of him. He had a good body, nowhere 
near as strong or heavy as Harry's but lean and athletic. Mean.

Now the whip!' He picked up the short, plaited instrument and applied it three 
times to the hard, male arse, scarcely protected by the thin black satin 
covering. Harry winced but didn't cry out; if anything, his cock hardened. 
Lloyd dropped the whip and ran his hands up over the nylons, onto black satin 
panties, feeling the arsecheeks he had just lashed. His mouth hovered over the 
cock and suddenly he took it into his lips, his hands gripping scrotum, pulling 
it without hurting or even touching the balls. He broke off and whipped again, 
this time three times over the slave's back.

Lloyd returned to his chair and drained his glass. 'I should like to have you 
fucked by a few of my friends. Would you like that?'

'Oh yes, master. If you would.'

' You'll have to be content with being my little sex-object for tonight. Do you 
want my cock?'He was rubbing it, with a strong erection which twitched 
independent of any stimulus.

'Please fuck me, master.' He rubbed his legs together savouring the friction of 
the shiny nylons.

Lloyd went to his table and oiled his cock. Not deigning to grease the arsehole 
he went up behind Harry, suspended against the wall by his wrists. Pulling the 
panties all the way down to his thighs he placed his cock in the spot. Both 
hands now round Harry, pulling his arse back into his cock. Then a shove and 
the knob inside. Harry winced but relaxed as the next shove filled his anus 
with the long, slender tool. Lloyd moved rhythmically in and out while he 
tweaked a nipple with one hand, and wanked Harry's great cock with the 
other. He whispered obscenities in Harry's ear as he went at it harder and 
faster. Harry was super-stimulated by now, and each crash of thighs against his 
arse seemed to bring him closer to coming. soon, Lloyd started to pant and 
swear and Harry knew the moment was near. His arse gripped, relaxed, 
gripped, and he could feel the masturbating hand getting it just right for him. 
With six massive pushes Lloyd came in his slave's bottom. and Harry, feeling 
the hot cum, came himself, his spunk spurting in an arc through the air and 
spattering the carpet. Another spurt from Lloyd, and two more from Harry, 
onto his naked thighs and glossy stockings.

Later on the bed, lying side-by-side they watched home-videos Lloyd had with 
him. It was exciting to see these beautiful young men being humiliated and 
abused. They lay quietly jerking their own cocks and occasionally having a 
feel of the other's tool. Harry had kept his undies on, and was sometimes 
feeling his own arse, enjoying the shiny satin, or rubbing his legs together to 
get the sensation of the stockings. Lloyd too was fondling Harry's body, as 
well as his own.

After half a dozen or so episodes Harry said..'.I know him . That's Wayne...or 
rather Wendy. I had her a couple of nights ago.'

'She's lovely isn't she? I don't usually go with proper transexuals, I mean with 
tits, but I make an exception for her. And she loves being whipped.

'We didn't get round to that. But I'd love to do that myself.'

'We must have a threesome.' Lloyd turned on the bed, placing his cock close 
to Harry's face while he released Harry's prick from the panties and sucked it. 
and so they had a sixtynine sucking on straight, firm cocks and fondling flesh. 
Harry came first, but kept on sucking for 
the two minutes needed to bring his partner to the point, and was rewarded by 
a copious flow of spunk to swallow. They lay in each others' arms, dozing, 
and later turned round and slept together.

Harry got home several hours earlier than he should, as he flew , leaving his 
car at work. He paid off the taxi and let himself in. He could hear voices 
upstairs. He listened and caught a few phrases. 'Jesus! That's good. 
Harder.....harder...don't stop!'

Fucking! And his wife among them! He quietly undressed and went upstairs. 
He stood at the open door and looked without being seen. On the bed, his wife 
. A very black negro had his cock in her mouth, and an older, half-cast, was in 
her arse. On the daybed, a young, plump negress was watching the fun, 
masturbating with a vibrator. He walked over to her, his cock stiffening with 
each pace.

The older negro saw him first. 'This yo wife? She good. She very good. She 
come three times. ' Jane began to moan and make strangled sounds in her 
throat muffled by the cock in her mouth. 'Now four times! That's my woman, 
there. You shag her while my son and me go on'. They switched round.The 
young, very black man in her cunt, and the older one sticking his still firm 
cock in her mouth.

Harry looked at the negress. She was sexy! Plump bottom. Plump legs. Plump 
arms. Plump shoulders. Plump lips and plump tits. Belly rounded rather than 
flat. All in all she looked a jolly little romp as she sat, sprawled out, the 
vibrator held to her clit. She dropped it beside her, still buzzing, and reached 
out to grab him.

Harry slipped through her arms and knelt between her legs. His mouth plunged 
down and buried itself in the inviting crack, all juicy from her masturbating. 
Her cunt hairs were crisp and tight little curls, tickling his upper lip as he 
licked up and down. She stretched, first raising her legs in the air and then 
resting them on his shoulders. Her plump little thighs pressed against his face 
as he  sucked at the folds and lips of her cunt. He reached up and stroked her 
warm, soft, round belly with one hand, as the other slipped under her, between 
cushion and bottom, and cupped one ripe arse cheek. Between his two hands, 
front and back, she wriggled and rolled, dragging her wet slit across his face, 
drenching him in her sexy, pungent juices. Her legs pressed together, crushing 
his face in delightful, warm flesh. His prick was hard, his balls aching for 
action. He closed her legs, lifted and bent them back, so she was all bent in 
two. In this position her arse was open to him, and he first tongued it gently, 
and then plunged his tongue right in, before returning to the full cunt lips.

She spoke her first words. 'Shag my mouth! Put your lovely thing in my 
mouth!'

He stood over her, pulled her upright, and none too gently shoved his cock up 
to her face. She took his knob in, pulling him towards her , her hands on his 
hips, feeling his muscular arse. Then the whole prick, incredibly deep into that 
smiling mouth. His hands knotted in her wiry hair he shagged her mouth, 
moving as if into a cunt. Out of the side of his eye he watched his wife's  arse 
crashing against the lovely young negro's body as he shagged her...in the cunt, 
unlike his father. The father was wanking while she licked his heavy , brown 
balls. He reached down and handled her tits, resting his cock motionless deep 
inside her mouth; her tits were big, but firm. He was about to come, so he 
broke away and lay beside her on the daybed.

Her body was different, felt strange against him. She was firm, but plumper 
than any other girl he'd fucked lately. As they lay clutching and kissing, he 
found the feel of her, her tits pressing against him, her rounded belly against 
his, her plump thighs against his harder flesh, all this was very exciting. 'Fuck 
me! Fuck me, whiteman! Give me that meat!', and she rolled over onto her 
back, pulling him on top. Without even thinking, he had penetrated her, so 
open was she. Her vagina was so wet and warm, and yet not loose. He could 
feel it gripping him as he started to fuck. Her body thrust up to meet him, and 
her legs around her body. Her heels pummelled his bottom as he shagged and 
her tits were pressed hard into his chest. She was kissing him, her tongue 
forcing into his mouth just as his prick was in her cunt. She was like an eel as 
she wriggled and bucked, crashing her cunt against him with each thrust. 
Suddenly she wasn't kissing and was moaning. Then panting. Then little 
groans. Then finally a great shout of 'Aaaaah! Shiiiiit!' as she came. His cock 
moved free. The two negros on the other bed were laughing. He could feel the 
gripping of her vaginal spasms. About midway through her come, Harry came, 
spurting his jizz into her, with immense and bruising thrusts, a mighty orgasm.

They lay intertwined, softening cock still gripped by her cunt, till moving she 
expelled it. She wiped it on red silk panties, and then her own cunt.

'Come on! Let's watch,' she said and led him to the bed by a convenient 
handle.

Her man's cock was hard and she knelt to suck it. Harry watched his wife 
almost delirious with accumulated pleasure, still being shagged by the virile 
black. He was very sexy, thought Harry, and he dared to reach over to fondle 
the lad's arse as it shagged his wife Jane. He felt rippling muscles beneath the 
soft black skin with each thrust. He strayed his hand further down till it was 
resting between arsehole and cock, right at the base of the balls. He tapped, 
fondled, and caressed the bollocks, adding to the boy's pleasure.

'Come here! Hey , Mister, come here!' The father beckoned and waved his 
cock. They stood a moment, each holding the other's prick. Harry joined the 
woman (later he found she was called Dinah) in sucking cock. This cock, the 
father's, was large and long, and a delight in the mouth. As he sucked, he 
fondled the plump breasts of the girl lying beside him.

Dinah got up and went to her son. Kneeling beside the well-shagged Jane she 
demanded a bang. 'Give it me, Joey!'

'That's right, give it to her, Joey,' said his father. And incest was added to the 
day's score. Both of them came almost immediately.

Harry was still soft , but the father now returned to Jane. It was Harry's 
pleasure to see that huge, brown cock in his wife's cunt, and , yes, to fondle 
his arse while he shagged her again. This, Harry thought, will probably be his 
last of this session. Clearly he was having difficulty holding back, but at last 
Jane was climaxing, and Harry pushed a finger into that heavy, powerful arse. 
This provoked a huge orgasm, and he could read the delirium on his wife's 
face a she felt hot cum filling her aching, worn cunt. Harry had got hard again.

'Oh, Harry. I can't take any more. I'm shagged. Please leave it over. Shag her 
again...I can see she wants it.'

'I'm going to fuck you.'

'In the arse then. I can't take any more in my cunt.'

Harry was not disappointed, and although Jane didn't come, he enjoyed 
walloping it in, and spanking her white arse as he did so. When he came, he 
pulled out, and squirted the cum all over her belly and tits, the first and largest 
spurt actually reaching her shoulder.

Later, as they lay in bed lights out, Jane said, 'Did you miss me during the 
week?'

He laughed. 'Well, I was a bit busy. A woman. A trannie. A Chinese couple, 
and a gay sadist who dressed me in basque and panties. But yes, I did miss 
you. What about you?'

'I just had the people you just met. But most of the week! Dinah about six 
times, Joey about ten, and Big Joe about a dozen. And you know how talented 
they are....'

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