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Just tell them you were helping a guest." I pulled on his hand and he relented and came inside and we were kissing again in the little entryway hallway of the room most hotels have. I pulled him to the narrow alcove between the bed and wall. I was kissing his neck lowering down to his chest to undo the buttons on shirt. He noticed the form of my husband in bed in the dim glow of the tv and asked "is that a friend or your mom or something? Won't she notice us?" My husband had pretty long hair at the time so I guess he thought it was another woman in the bed. I had kneeled down in front of him undoing his pants and said, "Nah, thats my husband." "What!?!" "It's ok, he and I do stuff like this lots," as i pulled his mostly hard cock out and started licking it. "He won't get mad?" "Nah, we swing. He likes it." I started to suck him and he moaned "oh my god, stuff like this never happens to me." I knew my husband was still awake just pretending to sleep as I sucked this. And I continued dating girls off and on (in other words, whenever I actually managed to find a girl who wanted to be my girlfriend), all the way through my college years.I was heterosexual through and through. And so naturally, I always fantasized about having sex with girls and women. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined myself ever having sex with another boy. But that’s exactly what ended up happening.Just weeks after I had hit my 18th birthday, which was early in the fall semester of my senior year of high school, one of my friends seduced me into having sex with him. His name was Chris. And he was the first person to ever have adult-style, orgasm-oriented sex with me.Although Chris was a year older than me, he was in the same grade at school as I was. And we had been good friends ever since I was 6 years old. Even way back then, we were both very precocious children, when it came to being interested in all things sexual. And both of us liked girls a lot.When we.
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The tenth blow landed just as I got both legs down to her ankles and she grabbed handfuls of my hair before allowing me to help her step out of the wet stretchy material. Keeping hold of my hair, she walked me to a chair by the bathroom. She told me to wait there. I watched as she stepped into the bathroom and peed in the toilet. She smiled at me as she did so. Then she got up without wiping. She walked to the chair in front of me and sat down. Her legs were spread. Her hips were near the front of the chair. I could see her wet pussy. It shone in the dim light. As did the drops on her ass. The whip came up and landed on my back. “What are you waiting for? Eat me, slut.” I had little choice. The whip was rolling off of my shoulder and she was lazily swinging it back around and up a gain… and again … and again. It was wrong. It was disgusting. My cock got harder and harder. I lost count of the number of lashes. I watched her cup and squeeze her breast. She pulled.

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