Claude had already showered, dressed, and sat sipping coffee from his giant travel mug, when I woke. I stretched and smiled bashfully at him. Waking up with a man still present after he’d fucked me, was new for me. The few men I’d had sex with previously, had all left soon after cumming. I wasn’t sure how to act or what to do with him still there. Especially, since Claude and I would be working together. In the space of a few days, I had gone from barely knowing the man, and what a man he was, to meeting his family, to being his little fuck toy. Is there even a proper protocol one should follow in that situation?

“Coffee’s made, better shake your cute little ass, we need to get going,” Claude interrupted my very confused thoughts.

I couldn’t help, but smile at his mention of my cute little ass. I slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom, being sure to wiggle my cute little ass for Claude’s benefit as I did so. A quick glance over my shoulder, confirmed he was enjoying my little show, which, caused me to giggle.

While showering, I fingered my tender hole, thinking of the wonderful pounding Claude had given me the night previous. It had always been my fantasy to be manhandled by a big burly bear, with a big burly cock, and it had been even better than I ever dreamed it could be.

I made a show of pulling black stockings up my smooth legs and attaching them to my lace garter belt before slipping on a red satin thong. It made me horny, knowing Claude was watching my every move. I turned my back to him and bent extra low to retrieve my male outer clothes from my bag. When I straightened up, Claude was behind me. His big hands gripped my hips as he kissed my neck.

“If we had time, I’d fuck you again right now, but we don’t. So hurry your cute little ass up,” he breathed in my ear and slapped me lightly on my cute little ass.

Just being near Claude made me want to drop to my knees and worship his magnificent cock. As a result, I was a little stressed about working with him all day. There was no need however, as once we arrived at the job site, we were both so busy trying to get things straightened out, I hardly even spoke to him the whole day. Though, he was constantly on my mind.

Returning to the hotel that evening, Claude went to the front desk and got us upgraded to a two-room suite for the inconvenience of the night before. The suite had a small kitchenette, a seating area with a sofa and recliner, two bedrooms, and a big jetted tub in the bathroom. We collected our stuff and moved it to the suite. While I unpacked, Claude ran to the store to get a few things. I let the large tub fill with hot water and bubbles while putting my clothes away.

I settled into the fragrant bubbles and luxuriated in the warm water swirling around me and thought I should install a tub like this at home. I carefully shaved my body smooth before stepping out to dry off. I had no idea how long Claude would be gone and I quickly massaged moisturizer into my freshly shaven skin before carefully doing my makeup and hair. I wanted to look sexy for Claude. He had never seen me fully dressed with make-up and hair and all and I really hoped he would like what he saw when he returned. I chose my outfit carefully, red stockings, red and black lace garter belt, black silk g-string, black lace bra with red lace trim, under my low cut red body con mini dress that barely covered my cute little ass. I finished my look off with gold hoop earrings, pearl necklace, and black patent heels. I heard Claude return as I spritzed myself with perfume.

“Damn, you do clean up good,” Claude smiled, when he saw me. “Care for a drink, sexy?” Claude filled a glass with ice and Jack Daniels for himself and pulled two bottles of wine from the bag on the counter. “Red or white?” he asked, holding the bottles up.

“Red please, Sir,” I smiled, doing my sexiest strut as I closed the space between us. I was impressed that he’d thought to, not only, get wine for me, but both red and white. I’d have never expected Claude to be so sweet and thoughtful.

Claude handed me a glass of wine and picked up his drink. “You’re all ready for a night on the town and I’m still all grubby from work, probably stink too,” he chuckled, letting his eyes roam from my perfectly styled hair down to my patent heels and back up.

“No baby, you smell like a man,” I smiled, running my nails lightly down his tree trunk of an arm.

“If I’m going to take my girl out to dinner, I should probably go get cleaned up,” he said, cupping my ass in his large hand and kissing my painted lips.

“Or, we could have something delivered and just stay in,” I said with a suggestive smile while cupping the magnificent bulge in his jeans.

“Even better, you order something for us while I jump in the shower,” he said, with a squeeze of my ass.

I flipped through the menus by the phone and decided to order Chinese. I turned off all lights in the room except a small lamp in the corner and settled on the couch to sip my wine while I waited for Claude to finish showering. Every cell in my body tingled with anticipation as I attempted several poses, trying to find the sexiest one for my man. I ended up with my back propped against the arm and my smooth stocking-clad legs stretched across the seat and crossed at the ankle. The noise of the shower stopped and my heart skipped a beat knowing my man would soon come for me.

Claude returned, bare-chested and wearing faded jeans, with a cigar clamped between his teeth and poured himself another drink.

“Sorry, I don’t clean up quite as well as you,” he smiled, “More wine?” he offered, picking up the bottle.

I let my eyes roam over his broad hairy chest, noticing, for the first time, the jagged scar running from just below his right nipple down over his ribs almost to the waistband of his jeans as he approached with the wine.

“Why thank you, sir,” I said, affecting a southern belle accent and batting my eyes as I lifted my glass for him to refill.

Claude scanned my body with hungry eyes and lifted my legs to sit with them across his lap. His hand rested on my knee as he took a drink of his whiskey. “ So what’s for dinner sweets?”

“I ordered Chinese for dinner, then something special for dessert,” I smiled seductively, rubbing my leg over his lap.

Claude’s eyebrows raised, “Hmm, maybe we should start with dessert then,” he grinned, moving his hand to the top of my stocking and stroking the smooth flesh he found there.

I never imagined a big powerful man like Claude could have such a light sensual touch and I leaned forward. Claude’s arm slid around my back as our lips met in a soft kiss. I placed my hand on his chest and slid my fingers through the soft dense nest of hair. Our kisses grew more passionate with our tongues flicking against one another. Claude’s hand slipped between my soft smooth thighs. The heat of his touch radiated from my thigh straight to my groin. I traced the jagged scar with my fingertips as they journeyed down to the bulge in his jeans.

In the midst of our escalating make-out session, we were barely aware of the delivery man knocking at the door. We reluctantly disentangled our bodies and Claude went to get our food. I quickly pulled my short dress down over my thighs before the delivery boy could get a glimpse of my now-damp panties and the bulge therein.

Claude set the various containers of food out on the coffee table and refilled both of our drinks before rejoining me on the sofa. I slid close, pressing my leg against his as I picked at the lo mien with chopsticks. Claude eschewed chopsticks for a fork and gently stroked my thigh with one hand every few bites. The hunger I felt at that time was for something other than food and I set aside the lo mien to reach for the fly of Claude’s jeans.

“Hmm skipping dinner and going straight to dessert?” Claude said, leaning back to give me better access.

“Dessert is my favorite,” I giggled, opening his fly and extracting my thick fleshy treat.

“Well, in that case, my girl can have all she wants,” Claude kissed me.

Every time he called me his girl, my body tingled. I laid down with my head in his lap and began licking his hard cock like a melting popsicle on a hot summer day. Claude lay back and ate while I dined on thick hard man meat.

I licked, sucked, and bobbed on Claude’s stiff pole as he finished eating. When he was done, I felt him pull my dress up above my round ass. I wiggled my ass a little, swallowed his cock to the root, and held it in my throat. His big hand caressed and squeezed my firm cheeks. I was in heaven with his big cock buried in my throat and his finger sliding between my cheeks to tease my tight hole. His thick finger circling my needy hole caused me to moan around the thick cock in my mouth. I was so ready for him to fuck me, I just couldn’t wait any longer and came up, gasping for air.

“Fuck me, Daddy, I need your big cock inside me,” I begged, rising up to kiss his hungry lips.

“Yeah? You want my hard cock in your tight little pussy?” he teased, pulling my dress over my head.

“Yes, please, Daddy, I need you now,” I pleaded.

Claude pulled me onto his lap so my stiff little clitty pressed against his hard shaft through my damp panties. Our lips locked as I retrieved the bottle of lube I’d placed on the back of the couch earlier. Our tongues danced together as I drizzled lube over Claude’s thick throbbing shaft. I was desperate to feel him inside me and rose up to place his flared head at my hungry portal. Our lips never parted as I slowly lowered myself onto his thick hard pole. Once the exquisite agony of my tight hole being stretched passed, the feeling of being impaled on his monster cock became sublime. I ground my ass on his hips, luxuriating at the feeling of his stiff rod twisting within me. I panted with pleasure as I began to rise and fall on his thick phallus.

“That’s my good little slut, ride that cock,” Claude growled, pinching my nipples through my lacy bra.

“Oh Daddy, I love your big cock, fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your little slut,” I moaned, throwing my head back as I bounced faster.

I’d only ever been with five men before Claude, none of them even half as manly as he, but I’d never been so aroused or acted like this before. Never anything more than a few quiet moans as they’d pumped their, disappointing by comparison, cocks in me. Claude had such an effect on me, I was out of control, bouncing on his wonderful cock and rambling the filthiest words I knew between loud moans and screams as he sent me to heights of pleasure I didn’t know were possible. I loved everything about him, his thick hairy chest, massive powerful arms, thick hard cock, even the taste of cigar in his kisses, I loved it all.

“Baby, you asked for it, now you’re going to get it,” Claude grunted, picking me up and placing me on my back on the couch with my legs over his shoulders.

Claude drove his cock in to the hilt with one powerful thrust, bringing a shriek from my open mouth. He gripped the back of my knees and began thrusting his powerful hips hard and fast. Every forceful thrust into my hungry hole rocked my entire body and brought a loud squeal from my mouth. I was pinned under him, completely at his mercy as he repeatedly slammed his massive pole into my now sloppy hole and, I was loving every second of it.

“Ohhh fuck yes, daddy, fuck me, fuck your little whore!” I screamed as he pummeled me.

I grunted and squealed as my stomach convulsed and my swollen little clit filled my panties with hot cum. I stared up at the predatory smile forming on Claude’s face as orgasm wracked my body. Watching me cum from the pounding he was giving, only spurred Claude to drive his cock into me even harder and faster. I lost all perception of time and space there was nothing left in the universe except this giant bear of a man pummeling my slutty hole with his big cock and me, moaning like a whore. Claude rammed deep into me and threw his head back with a great roar as his cock jerked and spewed thick hot cream into my bowels. He kept thrusting as his cock jerked inside me until the last drop of sperm was expelled into my sloppy cream-filled hole.

“Oh fuck, baby, I love your tight hole,” Claude breathed, releasing my knees and falling back on the couch.

I was hardly conscious and gasping for breath as I sprawled beside him. It felt like a river of cum was flowing from my used gaping hole. I slowly regained my senses and enough energy to make my way to the bathroom on wobbly legs. I cleaned myself up and exchanged my cum soaked panties for a clean pair. When I returned, Claude was sitting naked with his soft cock lying across his thigh and sipping whiskey. I refilled my wine glass and snuggled beside him.

“Thanks for dessert,” I giggled.

We sat quietly, sipping our drinks and recovering from our exertions. It was so nice snuggling into Claude’s big solid body, it felt so warm and safe beside him. A mere three days ago I had been terrified of this big rough man and now, I was snuggled beside him wearing only lingerie, certain that nothing could ever hurt me with him around. I’d never experienced this before, no man I’d ever been with had stuck around for any kind of intimacy after he was done fucking me. Everything about Claude seemed like a wonderful new experience for me. I ran my hand through the thick soft nest of hair covering his wide chest and traced his scar with my fingertip.

“How did this happen?” I asked, leaning down to kiss his chest where the scar began.

“Couple of gang-bangers tried to rob me one night in L.A.,” he shrugged.

“Oh that must’ve been awful,” just the thought of that happening was terrifying to me. “Tried to rob you? Or they did rob you?”

“No, they tried, I put both of them in the hospital,” Claude said matter of factly, sipping his whiskey.

“Even after they did this to you?” I said, shocked.

“No, they didn’t do this, six of their gang banger buddies came after me the next day. One of them did this before I got the knife away from him. Stupid fucking kids,” he muttered, shaking his head.

“Oh my god! How did you get away?” I gasped, clapping a hand over my mouth.

“I took the knife away and stuck it in his throat,” Claude shook his head again, “stupid fucking kid.”

Claude downed the rest of his drink and stared at the ice in his glass, “Two eighteen-year-old kids died that night and three others went to the hospital. All because their dumbass friends thought they were going to rob me and I got this scar as a reminder,” Claude’s voice caught as he got up to refresh his drink.

“Oh god, Claude I’m so sorry, but it wasn’t your fault. They might have killed you,” I said, almost crying at the thought of bringing up such a terrible memory for him.

“Might have been better that way,” Claude grumbled, refilling his glass and taking a long drink straight from the bottle.

“Oh no Claude, don’t say that. Just think, where would Sandy and Lacy be without you? You’re such a good man don’t ever say that about yourself,” I said, walking over to wrap my arms around him and softly kiss his shoulder.

“Yeah, maybe. I’m going to bed,” he said, downing his whiskey in one gulp.

Tears began to well as I watched the bedroom door close behind him. I felt so guilty for stirring such awful memories for Claude. I didn’t know what to do, if I should follow and try to provide comfort, or leave him to his thoughts. He was such a big tough man, it had been shocking to hear the pain in his voice. I never imagined anything could hurt Claude. I sat and finished my wine while debating my options. I really wanted to crawl into bed and snuggle beside his big warm body, but didn’t know if he wanted me there.

Finally, I decided to crawl into bed beside Claude and let him rebuff me if that was his desire. I didn’t snuggle up close, as I wanted to, that way I would be there if he wanted me without forcing my presence on him if he didn’t. Claude was snoring quietly as I lay beside him wishing he’d wake and pull my body against his.

I dozed at some point and when I woke, I felt the solid warmth of Claude’s body pressing against me and his wonderful semi-hard cock nestled nicely in the crack of my cute little ass. I wiggled my ass a little just for fun.

“Horny little bitch,” Claude growled revealing that he was not asleep as I had thought.

I moaned my agreement and pressed my ass harder against his quickly responding member. I felt Claude’s warm lips on my neck as his fingers slipped beneath my bra and began teasing my nipple. His expert touch sent a warm tingle through me and brought another moan from my lips. He kissed my neck and shoulder, lightly scraping my flesh with his teeth as he rolled my stiff nipple between his thumb and finger. I’d never been with such a passionate and attentive lover. I was finally experiencing everything that sex should be.

Claude had me writhing with pleasure and I was overcome with the need to have him inside me again. Raising one leg, I reached back to pull my panties to the side and guide his wonderfully thick rod to my waiting entrance. A low growl rumbled deep in Claude’s chest as I slowly took him deep into my hungry boipussy. His fingers continued teasing my nipple as I ground on his hard cock. My own little cock was stiff and filling my panties with precum. Claude rolled on top of me, crushing me into the mattress beneath his bulk, continuing to nibble and kiss my neck and shoulders as he ground his stiff rod in my wanting ass.

This time with Claude was very different from before, no hard powerful thrusts, no dirty talk, just long slow strokes in my pussy, soft kisses, gentle nibbles, and quiet growls. So different and wonderful, this was not fucking, this was lovemaking. This long slow fucking went on and on and I hoped it would go on even longer. I’d never experienced anything so wonderful before in my life. My body trembled in sissygasm twice before Claude pushed his hard cock deep in my bowels and filled me with his hot creamy essence.

Claude lay motionless on top of me kissing my neck and softly stroking my hair. When he did withdraw and roll to the side, cool air rushed into my gaping hole and warm cum poured out. I felt so happy after the experience he had just given me, I slid down to show my appreciation by cleaning his spent cock with my mouth.

“Mmmm that’s good baby, but we’re gonna be late for work if you don’t stop soon,” Claude murmured, stroking my hair.

Reluctantly, I let his cock slip from my lips. Though, I did get to have a little more fun with it in the shower before we dressed in a rush and hurried off to work. Luckily, I had so much work, I didn’t have much time to think about Claude and what we might do together after work. We did have time for a short lunch break together in Claude’s office. Where he teased me about taking me, bent over his desk, and offering me to the workers as incentive for excellent job performance. I was half scared he would actually do it, and half excited, hoping he would.

When we returned to the hotel, Claude told me to put on something nice and he would take me out for a nice dinner. I was a bit nervous, going out dressed always carried with it some anxiety over being spotted, but I’d never been on a proper date with a man and wasn’t going to miss out on the opportunity. I’d only ever been with guys I’d found on dating apps and only met with them for sex, usually in my home. This thing with Claude was quickly becoming something very different. How ironic that knowing I’d be with Claude, helped suppress my nerves as I knew I’d be safe with him, when just days ago I’d been terrified of him.

When it came to my wardrobe for the evening, there was really only one choice, a little black dress. With black silk bra and G-string, sheer black seamed stockings and black patent four-inch stiletto heels. Simple faux diamond stud earrings, pearl necklace, and gold anklet completed the outfit. A little spin before the mirror revealed one sexy girl and I was ready for dinner with my man.

“Damn Baby, you keep dressing like that, we might never make it out of this room,” Claude grinned, taking me in his arms and squeezing my ass as he kissed me.

We had dinner at a steak house it wasn’t fancy but, the food was good and the staff was friendly. More than one man took notice as I strutted past, giving me a nice confidence boost. Claude’s big hand slowly stroked my stocking-clad thigh throughout the meal. Even as he flirted shamelessly with the cute young waitress. I couldn’t help feeling jealous as she flirted back. I let my hand slip under the table and stroked Claude through his jeans.

“It’s okay Baby, you’ll get yours tonight but, that doesn’t mean we can’t share with her,” Claude smiled as his hand slid to the top of my stocking.

I stared blankly and my mouth dropped open, “What? You mean, us and…her?” I stammered.

Claude’s smile grew wider as he nodded, “You two will be so hot together.”

“Me and her! I don’t…I’ve never…I wouldn’t know what to do!” I whispered, panicked at his suggestion.

Claude’s eyes widened, “You’ve never banged a girl?” he tried not to chuckle.

I shook my head in reply and Claude slipped his arm around me, “Trust me, you will love it.”

“Claude please, no. I could never do something like that,” I pleaded.

Claude pulled me tight against him. “Just relax and trust me, Baby, you’ll be fine. She might not be up for it either,” he reassured.

It felt like a weight lifted from my shoulders when we left the restaurant without Claude inviting the waitress to join us. I sat close to Claude on the short drive back to the hotel and rubbed his hardening cock through his jeans. It was a short drive or I would have sucked him off on the way.

The second the door to our room closed, I reached for Claude’s belt and started kissing him. His big hands gripped my ass and lifted me effortlessly. He sat me gently on the armchair and told me to wait while he got something from the bedroom. He returned shortly with a devilish grin and produced a pair of handcuffs from behind his back.

“Stand up and turn around,” he ordered.

An erotic shiver rushed through me as I quickly complied. Claude gently pulled my arms back and cuffed them together. He nudged me forward so I had to kneel on the chair with my chest resting on the backrest. My clit instantly grew stiff and began dampening my panties. My breath caught as I felt my short dress being pulled up and Claude’s rough hand on my smooth ass.

“Such a sweet little ass,” he growled, giving me a light slap.

I yelped with surprise as his hand landed on my exposed flesh. I arched my back, pushing my ass out, inviting another slap which, was duly received. Claude stepped around in front of me and opened his jeans, letting his wonderful cock dangle just out of reach. I dutifully opened my mouth in anticipation of receiving his thick appendage.

“Do you like sucking my cock,” he asked, remaining just out of reach.

“Yes, I love sucking your cock,” I answered, leaning as far forward as I could.

“Do you like me fucking your slutty little ass?”

“Oh God yes, I love the way you fuck me, Claude,” I said, trying to wriggle a little closer to the object of my desire.

“Well, if you want to keep sucking my cock and getting your ass fucked, then you’re going to have to learn how to behave,” he said.

The harsh tone of his voice gave rise to a knot of fear in my tummy. I was unsure whether I had done something to upset him or if this was just a game he was playing. Claude took me by the hair, pushed the wide tip of his cock into my gaping mouth, and held it there.

“When I tell you we’re going to fuck the waitress, you will not argue with me, or you will never suck this cock again. Do you understand me?” he demanded.

I nodded my head as best I could and mumbled my agreement around the head of his cock. Claude released his grip and slowly stroked my hair.

“Good, now, you need to trust that I’m going to push your limits but, I will never allow you to be harmed. I will make you do things that scare you but, you need to trust that you will be grateful that I did afterward. Having you cuffed and at my mercy is going to be a lesson in trust. So, do you trust me, or do you want to stop right now?” he asked.

Again, I mumbled around his cock, begging him not to stop. At that point, my brain was only concerned with his hard cock and getting all of it I could. Thoughts of what he might make me do that would scare me wouldn’t register until later.

“Good girl, now you’re going to show me how much you trust me by holding perfectly still while I fuck your mouth and throat. Understand?”

I moaned again as his cock began sliding over my tongue. I held perfectly still as Claude’s strokes grew longer, pushing ever closer to the back of my mouth. I normally had no trouble taking his thick cock deep in my throat however, not being able to control the speed and depth of his entrance made this a bit problematic. I gagged the first few times he reached my throat. Claude placed his hand softly on my head and held the tip of his cock right at the entrance to my throat.

“Relax your throat and trust me,” he urged, waiting for me to adjust.

Concentrating on my breathing and my desire to swallow his length allowed me to control my gag reflex and his thick meat slid easily into my throat. I love the feel of hard cock sliding down my throat, it always sends an erotic tingle straight to my clitty. Claude paused there with my nose pressed into his thick nest of pubic hair and his heavy balls resting on my chin. The need for air was building quickly but, I fought the instinct to pull away.

“You’re okay, trust me,” Claude said holding my head.

He slowly withdrew, allowing me a moment to catch my breath before plunging back in. The longer he remained in my throat, the more saliva collected in my mouth and the more my clitty leaked in my panties. He held longer this time, gently holding my head and reassuring me I was okay. Drool was pouring from my lips and dripping from my chin, and tears were running down my cheeks. None of that mattered though, all that mattered was the thick hard cock filling my throat and pleasing my man. Claude withdrew after several prolonged incursions deep into my throat and stepped back.

“That’s my good girl, you enjoyed that didn’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, I loved it,” I gasped, still trying to catch my breath.

“Now, do you trust that I know what you will enjoy even when you don’t?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy, I trust you,” I nodded. I don’t know why I called him Daddy but, it felt right at the time.

“Do you like having your cute little ass spanked?” he asked, moving around behind me and running his big hand over my smooth exposed behind.

An unexpected tingle ran up my spine. The thought of being spanked by Claude was both terrifying and, for some reason, exciting. A surprise smack stung my ass, causing me to jump.

“Answer me!” Claude roared.

“Yes!” I blurted, surprising myself, “Yes I like being spanked.” I don’t know why I said that either.

I’d never thought of being spanked as erotic and exciting, much less had anyone spank me but, in that moment, I found myself wanting nothing more. Again, Claude’s big hand landed on my flesh. I yelped and lurched forward before pushing my ass out ready for another thrilling blow. My ass grew hot as Claude alternated cheeks with his stinging blows. I whimpered and squirmed with every swat, always arching my back and displaying my ass for the next. In the middle of my torment, I heard knocking and the spanking suddenly stopped. I wasn’t sure what made the noise I’d heard or what Claude was preparing to do to me next. Erotic anticipation had me practically shaking with excitement until, I heard the door open. I panicked and nearly tipped the chair over as Claude invited someone in.

“Well, looks like you started without me,” I heard a woman’s voice.

In my panicked state, it took a moment for me to place the voice as that of the waitress from earlier. I felt a hand much too small and smooth to be Claude’s, cup my hot stinging ass.

“Mmmm that’s a cute little red ass,” she said, “Oh, what is this down here?” she added, pulling my panties aside and wrapping her fingers around my stiff dripping clitty. “Just darling,” she exclaimed.

“She is a cute little slut,” Claude growled.

There was a giggle, then the sound of kissing and clothes being removed. I was relieved to not be the center of attention for the moment. I was mortified at being so exposed and vulnerable and furious at Claude for inviting her, despite my objections. It was bizarre to me that, despite my anger and humiliation, my clitty remained rock hard and leaking. I was still desperate for Claude’s attention and found the thought of the waitress watching as he defiled me, enormously exciting. My brain was awash with conflicting feelings and erotic desires as the sounds of a passionate make-out session filled my ears, only making me even more desperate for Claude’s attention.

“I think somebody’s starting to feel left out,” she said, running a hand over my pink quivering ass.

“We should probably make proper introductions,” Claude chuckled, lightly smacking my tender flesh.

They walked around to stand before me. Bent over the chair as I was, I could only see from the bottom of her round breasts down. Her neatly trimmed patch of dark curls and glistening pink pussy were just inches from my face. I’d never even seen a vagina in person before and suddenly one was right in front of my face.

“Hi Riley, I’m Vanessa, remember me from the restaurant?” she asked, squatting down to look at my eyeliner streaked and drool-covered face. “Oh honey, you’re a mess, you must’ve been having a lot of fun before I got here.” She giggled, then kissed me, pushing her warm tongue into my mouth.

The sudden kiss surprised me and it took a second for me to react and kiss her back. I hadn’t kissed a woman since my prom date in high school and that was very different from the passionate lip lock I was sharing with Vanessa.

“We were just learning a little something about trust,” Claude’s deep voice rumbled in my ears as Vanessa’s soft warm mouth twisted against mine.

“Oh, and does she trust you now?” Vanessa asked,  breaking contact with my lips.

“Let’s find out,” Claude replied, grabbing his cock and directing it toward my mouth.

My mouth instinctively opened, allowing his thick cock to easily slip deep down my throat. I held perfectly still, fighting the urge to choke as Claude held his cock in my stretched throat. I wanted him to know I trusted him completely and, at the same time, challenge this new rival to match my skills. I was determined to be the best cock sucker he’d ever have and willing to die from lack of oxygen if that’s what it would take. Tears ran from my eyes and drool dripped from my chin but, I held him without struggle until he withdrew, then plunged in again.

“Wow, that is truly impressive and hot as hell,” Vanessa said running her fingers through my hair.

As Claude withdrew from my hungry mouth again, Vanessa redirected his thick shaft to her own mouth. She bobbed her head, sucking my man right in front of me. My jealousy was quelled by the superiority I felt at the fact that she could only manage about half of his length in her mouth. Even so, I still wanted that wonderful cock back in my mouth.

“Oh, you girls are good,” Claude grunted, pulling Vanessa to her feet.

All I could see from my vantage, was Claude’s big hands gripping Vanessa’s firm round ass as they kissed. He suddenly lifted her and I got a quick look at his thick hard cock before it disappeared inside her. Vanessa moaned as her legs wrapped around Claude’s waist. Claude held her ass as he thrust his hips, bringing a constant stream of loud moans and shrieks as his thick cock filled her.

I struggled against my bindings and wiggled my ass, wishing it was me being impaled by Claude’s hard shaft. The faster Claude fucked Vanessa, the louder she moaned and the more I craved his big cock hammering my ass. Claude’s thrusts slowed and the muscles in his legs tensed as he grunted loudly. I knew that grunt and those hard slow thrusts, and knew he was filling her with the hot creamy load that rightfully belonged to me. My body burned with jealousy as Vanessa released a contented sigh.

Claude walked out of my sight with Vanessa still impaled on his cock. I wiggled my ass hoping he was watching as I heard them moving behind me. His big hand-delivered a sharp slap to my tender backside.

“Horny little slut, just can’t wait to get a cock in your cute little ass,” he growled, pulling me up by my cuffed wrists.

Once on my feet, I was turned and forced to my knees between the spread legs of a well fucked Vanessa, who was sprawled on the sofa. Taking me by the hair, Claude pushed my mouth toward her sloppy cum dripping pussy.

“Clean it up, slut,” he directed.

I stared wide-eyed at the rivulets of cum running out of Vanessa’s pink creamy pussy and wondered at its intricate anatomy. This certainly had become a night of firsts for me. Sticking my tongue out, I licked the trail of cum trickling out between the thick pink lips. Then, pushed right inside to scoop out a big glob of cum and swallow it down. It had a very different though, not objectionable flavor than normal, obviously. I continued sucking and licking and the taste became less Claude and more Vanessa. I must admit I was finding my first taste of pussy quite lovely. As I worked between her legs, Vanessa slowly recovered from her exertions and ran her fingers through my hair, taking control of my head.

“Oh yes, that’s nice honey,” she breathed, directing my lapping tongue at the puffy little nub above her entrance.

I flicked my tongue over and around her nub enthusiastically and she began to whimper and moan. She squeezed my head between her thighs and began to grind against my mouth.

“Mmmm yeah, baby, lick that pussy. Right there, just like that,” she gasped, humping harder against my mouth.

Her words encouraged me and I licked her even more enthusiastically. Her body began to shake and tremble as her grip tightened on my hair. Her cries grew louder and my mouth filled with her tangy juices. She bucked hard and shrieked, pulling my mouth away from her dripping sex.

Claude chuckled, giving my ass a squeeze. “That’s my slut, eats pussy as good as she sucks dick.”

“Mmmm she sure does,” Vanessa agreed, pulling me up for a long passionate kiss. Her soft plump breasts and puffy swollen nipples felt so good against my smooth chest, it made me envious of her gifts. Our tongues twisted together within the warmth of our joined mouths. Vanessa’s soft hand wormed its way down between our bodies to grip my hard dripping clitty and guide it into her wet welcoming sex. I gasped at the warm velvety feel of her portal around my inexperienced member. I’d never penetrated anyone before and the sensation caused me to tremble with delight. Though my member paled in comparison to the magnificent specimen that had just plundered her depths, Vanessa still moaned as I slid into her wetness.

“Mmmm there ya go baby, fuck that pussy.”

I kissed her harder and began thrusting my hips slowly, amazed to be the one doing the fucking instead of the one getting fucked. I’d never imagined having sex with a woman but, now that I was doing it, I was loving it. As I pumped slowly in and out, I felt the head of Claude’s thick cock press between my still-burning cheeks and begin to stretch my hungry hole. I moaned into Vanessa’s warm mouth and pushed back on Claude’s hard shaft, nearly pulling out of her hot wet pussy. Claude’s cock slid deep in my ass and drove my dick straight back into her. Claude gripped my shoulders and immediately began driving his cock into me hard and fast, in turn, driving my cock deeper into Vanessa with every forceful thrust. With my hands cuffed and Claude’s strong hands gripping my shoulders, I was helpless to do anything but, moan into Vanessa’s hungry mouth as he pounded me into her. In essence, I had become a conduit between their hot naked bodies, receiving his thrusts and transferring them to her. He was fucking her through me.

My body shook and trembled as orgasm rippled through me and I filled Vanessa’s already wet pussy with my built-up load of cum. My cock began to soften as Claude continued his hard pounding strokes in my ass. Still trapped in the friendly confines of Vanessa’s warm sex, it soon stiffened again and the fucking went on. Vanessa’s hands roamed my body, pinching my nipples, squeezing my tender ass cheeks, and lightly dragging her nails over my back. Her fingers suddenly dug into my back and she cried out in ecstasy as her lush body shook beneath me, bringing about my second orgasm. I cried out as well, as my body spasmed uncontrollably. Bringing both of us to orgasm must have been enough to push Claude over the edge as he slammed his twitching cock deep in my bowels and roared as he filled me with hot cum.

We all lay in a gasping sweaty heap breathing heavily and too tired to move. I lay with Claude’s weight crushing me into the softness of Vanessa’s warm flesh, thinking what an amazing experience I’d have missed if Claude hadn’t forced me to trust him. I’d never doubt him again.