OUR AFRICAN ADVENTURE

I, or should I say we, own a small engineering business. 
Sally my wife and co-owner is the dogsbody, my secretary 
and over-sees the general running of the place while I'm 
out drumming up business.

Sally is 36 and we've been married for 11 years, she's 
very attractive and has kept her shapely figure despite 
having had two babies. She has always been willing to 
muck in and help the business and a few years back she 
proved it in no uncertain way.

At first business was easy to get and we did a lot of 
work for foreign clients, particularly those from 
African countries. I would entertain reps and soon found 
out that to make certain of getting an order they 
required a woman's services during their stay. So I 
contacted an escort agency in town that supplied girls 
to service my customers, for which I paid. It was well 
worth it, but as the recession hit, we couldn't afford 
to keep the big foreign and British clients sweet with 
the girls and lost even more business.

That was about three years ago, and it was then that 
Sally put her proposition to me on how to keep getting 
the orders in: she would be the reps' date.

As you can guess, I wasn't too keen on the idea, but she 
kept on about it and in the end, I gave in and agreed it 
was the only solution. However I insisted that the reps 
wear condoms because apart from the obvious risk of 
disease, I didn't want my wife to get pregnant by 
another man. I kitted her out in all new sexy gear; 
Basques, suspenders, stockings, really high spiky heeled 
shoes and some horny outfits, short tight skirts etc.

On her first date she looked a right horny sexy 
desirable tart and she watched me giving myself a hand-
shandy while waiting for her cab to arrive. While she 
was out I went through all the emotions, but I also 
found I was getting incredibly turned on at the thought 
of my wife being screwed by another man.

Sally got home late the following morning, having spent 
the night at the rep's hotel. When she got into work she 
was still highly excited and we locked ourselves into 
the office while she told me all about it. She was back 
in her working suit but when she sat down, her skirt 
rode up to reveal she was still wearing stockings. I 
knelt beside her as she told me how exciting and 
different it had been with David, the rep, how much 
better and how many orgasms she had had. She said he had 
fucked her three times before going to sleep and again 
when he woke up in the morning, she also said she had 
agreed to meet him again that night.

In the end I had to ask the inevitable questions: was he 
bigger and better than me. She giggled and said yes on 
both counts, she also added he was more of a stayer and 
when he came he really filled the condom every time - 
unlike me.

She crossed her legs and pulled her skirt up showing me 
she wasn't wearing any panties. I knelt there looking at 
the curve of her bum and the sensuous sweep of her 
thighs to the tops of her stockings. I gazed at the 
length of her lovely legs and got my cock out to give 
her a good fucking but she stopped me saying she was too 
sore and it would be nice if I gave myself a wank. I 
knelt there tossing myself off imagining David's big 
cock up her and I kissed her legs and knees.

She said, "These are the stockings I wore while he 
screwed me, is it turning you on darling?' Turning me 
on? I was going crazy with lust and my lips caressed her 
milky white thigh, just above her stocking top. She lay 
back and opened her legs showing me her flushed and 
swollen pussy. That's when my come exploded from my cock 
and when she held my head and pulled my face into her 
yawning pussy so I could lick her and bring her off 
Sally climaxed noisily really dragging my face into her 
gash letting me continue to lick until I erupted all 
over the floor again.

That night, off she went again, without returning to 
work the following day. She told me that evening they 
had fucked on and off all night and most of the day and 
that she had really enjoyed it. It was clear to me that 
Sally was a natural whore.

After that it came easily to her she gave good service 
to all our clients and relished the fact that they were, 
on the whole, bigger and better than me. I knew that 
things would never be the same between us again. I still 
loved her madly and she loved me in her own way but she 
made it quite clear that I could no longer satisfy her, 
which made me impotent in a strange way. I could always 
get a hard on knowing that she was being fucked and 
could wank off when I was licking her out after she'd 
been with a client but at other times, I struggled to 
get an erection. So I looked forward to her 'dates' but 
never once wanted to watch Sally in action.

Business started to pick up again, mainly due to Sally's 
sexual prowess, but although we had contracts from all 
over the world, we still hadn't had a big African 
contract come in. My wife had had cocks from around the 
world, but she still hadn't had a big black one. I was 
now making enough money to afford agency girls again, so 
Sally reverted back to her old duties in the office. 
That was until recently when I got a call from an 
Ethiopian company, wanting certain parts and equipment. 
They told me that a rep would be coming over in the next 
month.

Now Sally and I both knew, from the girls we used years 
before, that black men, especially east Africans, had 
extremely large cocks and I could tell that Sally was 
more than interested at the prospect of some 'overtime'.

On the day of Mr. Ndabi and Mr. Ackoko's visit Sally 
took more care getting ready for work than usual. Her 
hair was shining, her make-up perfect, and she was 
dressed in sexy suspenders, seamed stockings, knee 
length skirt with a daring split to the thigh and silk 
blouse without a bra - I could clearly see her large 
nipples showing through the luscious silk. She was out 
to pull a big black cock without a doubt.

Mr. Ndabi and Mr. Ackoko arrived at our office dead on 
time. Both were very handsome black men. Mr. Ndabi was 
the youngest of the two in his mid to late twenties and 
was the superior of Mr. Ackoko who insisted on my 
calling Mr. Ndabi 'Sir', as I was inferior to both of 
them. Sally was sitting typing but looking at Mr. Ndabi 
with undisguised admiration.

We went into my office, and I called Sally in to take 
notes. She positioned herself so that her split skirt 
revealed a good length of stocking clad thigh. I got an 
instant hard on at her blatant display and Ackoko's eyes 
nearly popped out of his head. Mr. Ndabi just smiled 
lustfully.

It was hard going for me, all I could concentrate on was 
Sally and Ndabi fucking her good and hard. I brought 
some drinks in and we discussed the deal. Mr. Ndabi said 
that he would go away and think about it and it might 
help if he had a woman with him. By then I had changed 
my mind about Sally doing the honors and offered to call 
up the agency, but he stopped me saying, "How about your 
secretary would she like to spend the evening with us?" 
I explained that she was married, but he insisted, "Does 
that matter? I like her. She has a lovely body."

I went out to Sally and put it to her, adding that I 
didn't think it was a very good idea, but she went into 
the office and thanked Ndabi for his kind offer and 
agreed to go out that evening providing I came with 
them.

Mr. Ackoko said that I should bring my wife along too, 
but I said she was away for the week. Sally giggled at 
my lie. We arranged to meet them at their hotel later 
that evening.

Sally was like an excited child as she dressed for the 
evening. She got herself all tarted up for her first 
black man. I made sure she had a good supply of condoms 
in her bag as I thought after Mr. Ndabi had fucked her, 
Mr. Ackoko would have a go too. She looked divine, 
wearing a little black party dress over skimpy undies 
and sexy suspenders and stockings. I noticed her G-
string was so tiny it was tight up her crack. God, my 
hard on was painful.

We met at their hotel and I drove to the restaurant that 
Ndabi had chosen. Sally sat in the back of the car with 
Mr. Ndabi. I could hear her giggling and he asked her if 
her husband minded her being out on her own.

Looking directly at me in the rearview mirror she said, 
"No it's nothing to do with him, he's a bit of an old 
wanker anyway, no good for a woman."

They all had a good laugh at that and I joined in. Then 
I heard Sally sigh and glanced round to see Mr. Ndabi 
kissing her, her legs wide open and his hand between her 
white thighs. We nearly had an accident as I swerved and 
Ackoko told me to concentrate on my driving. In the 
restaurant Sally was very excitable, especially when 
Ndabi gave me her G- string to look after. My wife was 
brilliant, her skin flushed and her eyes shining as he 
fingered her underneath the table. I could see she was 
really on heat.

After the meal I offered to call them a cab to take them 
back to the hotel but Mr. Ndabi said as my wife was 
away, why not go back to my place for drinks and 
whatever else. What could I do or say? I needed the 
contract and I realised that for the first time I could 
see my wife being well and truly fucked by not one man, 
but two.

Once home I fixed them a drink before seeing the 
babysitter out and checking on the kids. When I 
returned, Sally had put some music on and was dancing 
with Mr. Ndabi, her dress was up at the back and his 
hands were on her bum, his fingers digging into the 
crack, holding her tightly against him. Their lips were 
joined in a sensual kiss, her arms around his neck, 
drawing him down. I couldn't help it, I groaned as I 
came in my pants.

Mr. Ndabi sat Sally on the sofa as Ackoko pulled her 
dress up around her hips, she was unzipping Mr. Ndabi 
and drawing his trousers down. I was gazing at my wife's 
gaping pussy when I heard her whisper "Oh god! Oh god, 
just look at it!" I did and received the biggest shock 
of my life, I was looking at the largest cock ever, of 
that I'm sure, it was still hanging down flaccid and all 
of 10 inches long. It was a huge soft rubbery thing 
dangling between his legs like a horse's.

Sally was going potty looking at his slowly erecting 
cock. She held it in her tiny hands and started gently 
wanking it. I couldn't see how she was going to take 
such a monster without it splitting her in two.

I was shaken out of my stupor by Mr. Ackoko, he was 
rubbing a finger up and down Sally's pussy, he pulled me 
down to my knees between Sally's long legs and 
instructed me to lick her cunt to prepare it for Mr. 
Ndabi. In a dream I obediently did as I was told, 
lapping my tongue the full length of Sally's gash, with 
her bucking her cunt at my face. I could hear her 
moaning so I looked up and saw her licking and sucking 
Ndabi's cock, now almost fully erect, its fat pink head 
squeezing itself clear from the foreskin. It looked all 
of a foot long.

I went back to eating pussy, thoroughly enjoying myself 
when suddenly I felt Ackoko pulling me away. He pushed 
me to the floor as Mr. Ndabi moved between Sally's 
splayed legs. I could see her holding his massive shaft 
guiding that huge shining pink knob between the soft 
dribbling folds of her pussy and as he raised her 
stockinged legs over his arms.

I realised he wasn't wearing a condom but I was too far 
gone to stop him. Sally must have known as well but she 
just held it and fed it into her yawning minge.

God how she squealed as she took it and realised just 
how big he was. Her body twisted and turned as he worked 
it up inside her. I saw tears streaming down her cheeks. 
All I could do was stare as he squeezed his cock inside 
her tight tunnel. Sobs racked her body as he forced more 
and more in. He had about 10 inches in and she was 
begging him to stop but he had the bit between his teeth 
and there was no stopping him now.

She clawed at him as he rammed in and out and suddenly 
he was all the way in, his balls nestling against her 
thighs. He just stood there moving his hips gently back 
and forth and slowly Sally's sobs of pain turned to sobs 
of pleasure and she began to respond.

She started to work herself against him, grinding her 
hips into him as he just stood there letting her do all 
the work. She was sighing, then she shuddered and 
squealed as she climaxed. He pulled her to the floor 
with her legs stretched over his shoulders and fucked 
her hard, as she screamed in both pain and ecstasy.

Mr. Ndabi shagged my wife for a good hour bringing her 
to climax after climax until she was too weak to move 
with him. He carried on regardless pausing briefly to 
regain his composure before setting about her again, 
then came the time he didn't pause at all, he kept right 
on fucking her getting faster and faster. Sally knew he 
was about to come and urged him and begged him for his 
spunk.

When he came, she went crazy, screaming the house down. 
That's when I come in my pants again. Mr. Ackoko pushed 
me towards Mr. Ndabi saying: "We must thank my chief for 
allowing us to watch him mate with a woman, then we must 
leave otherwise it will be on insult to him."

He went up to Mr. Ndabi and said, "Thank you sir for the 
honor you have bestowed upon me." I followed, bowing as 
I repeated Ackoko's words. I asked Ackoko if he was 
going to fuck Sally as well but he explained that it 
would be impossible as he was not worthy of her now she 
had been with Mr. Ndabi.

I didn't get much sleep that night my mind was full of 
what I had seen earlier. but my thoughts were 
interrupted by the sound of our bed creaking and soon I 
heard Sally's moans and cries as Mr. Ndabi took her 
again. I tossed myself off twice during the time it took 
him to fuck her, her cries grew louder and louder but I 
resisted the temptation to disturb them, I just wanted 
to hear my wife being fucked and put in the club by that 
big-cocked black man.

There's so much more to tell you, like the next morning 
when Ackoko discovered that Sally was not my secretary 
and was in fact my wife and said I would be privileged 
to lick her out just after Ndabi had fucked her and I 
tasted his thick spicy come. How Sally went back to 
Ndabi's hotel for four days and returned knackered, sore 
and pregnant and how a big fat contract landed signed 
and sealed on my desk the day she returned.

I know that her child will be well taken care of by Mr. 
Ndabi and have been told it is a great honor to have my 
wife chosen to mate with such a great and important man. 
In fact, I can't wait until the baby is born so that Mr. 
Ndabi comes over again and I can watch him and Sally 
renewing their friendship.

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AN ADVENTURE IN FLIGHT

Macy was excited about her trip to California. When her 
husband Brad called and told her to fly out and meet him, 
Macy could hardly believe it. Brad's job took him to the 
West Coast from Chicago for the past two months. He left 
Macy with their three children with an initial promise he 
would be gone just a couple of weeks. Brad and Macy were 
married for several years, but this was the first time 
they were apart for any length of time.

Macy had never been to California and Brad sounded like 
he really missed her. He even asked Macy to bring some 
"sexy" clothes. Macy was thrilled because Brad seemed to 
have little interest in anything sexual. Even though she 
had three children, Macy felt she still looked great for 
thirty-five. Her five-foot frame carried Macy's 100 
pounds well. 

Macy knew she was shapely with 38C breasts and a firm, 
pear-shaped ass that looked great in tight jeans. Macy 
always tried to buy sexually provocative outfits to temp 
Brad. Since Brad's vasectomy and no risk for pregnancy, 
Macy found her appetite for sex frequently exceeded that 
of Brad's. Now Brad's call indicated that their 
separation left Brad wanting Macy.

The day of Macy's flight she got up early to get ready. 
During her shower Macy carefully shaved her legs. After a 
brief pause, Macy shaved her entire pubic region. Macy 
found it difficult not to masturbate as she carefully 
glided the razor over her labia. She could feel her clit 
erect with anticipation. Macy resisted the urge to give 
her clit the attention it craved and quickly finished 
shaving.

After her shower, Macy pulled the red thongs over her 
hips and slipped into the matching red push-up bra. Macy 
bought the set at Victoria's Secret. She modeled in front 
of the mirror and really like the way the red strip of 
cloth from the thongs disappeared between her white 
buttocks. 

Next Macy rolled black thigh-hi stockings over her 
shapely legs. She followed the stockings with a red skirt 
that was just a bit shorter than Macy generally wore. 
Macy pulled the pale, pink button-up blouse over her 
chest and left the top two buttons open. Macy looked 
again in the mirror and liked the way the blouse showed 
off just the tops of her breasts. 

The final touch was the matching red jacket and red hi-
heeled shoes with ankle straps. Satisfied with her 
outfit, she applied her makeup a little heavier than 
usual, accenting her eyes. She also applied bright red 
lipstick that matched her outfit. Before leaving, Macy 
fixed her long, blond hair into a loose bun on the back 
of her head. She just finished when her Mother arrived to 
watch the kids.

As Macy finished final preparation her Mother commented 
on how great Macy looked. Macy swelled with prides as she 
boarded the shuttle for the airport. At the airport Macy 
was aware of men staring at her as she walked by. She 
knew she looked inviting and she held her head high and 
thrust her chest outward displaying her breasts 
prominently. 

She walked purposefully relishing the stares. Macy 
checked in and boarded the plane. As she walked to her 
seat, she again felt the stares of some of the men on the 
plane. Macy looked directly at one man and could see the 
lust in his eyes.

"This is great," Macy thought, "all these men want me; 
surely Brad will want me too."

The thoughts of all the men wanting her caused Macy's 
sexual desires to stir. As she sat down Macy could feel 
dampness between her thighs in response to the attention 
from the men. She felt a need to dry herself, but would 
have to wait until the plane was in the air.

After the plane was in the air, Macy decided that she 
would go to the restroom and dry herself. She walked to 
the restroom at the back of the plane and entered. She 
only half-heartedly pushed the lock over. As always the 
bathroom was small and very cramped. With some 
difficulty, she pulled her thongs down and was disturbed 
to see a thin, wet stripe in the crotch. She sat on the 
toilet and took paper and wiped between her labia. 

As the paper raked across her clit, she was acutely aware 
of the sensitivity of the erect bud. She rubbed her clit 
with the paper more time than she should. Macy felt her 
excitement growing and forced herself to stop. She took a 
deep breath, pulled on her thongs, and straightened her 
skirt. Before leaving, Macy leaned forward to check her 
backup in the mirror.

Before Macy could react someone burst into the tiny 
bathroom and crushed Macy against the wall. Macy started 
to protest when a hand went over her mouth.

"Not one sound, slut," came a male voice behind her.

Macy tried to calm herself. She could feel her heart 
pounding. Macy reached up and tried to pull the hand down 
from her mouth.

"Don't move, slut," the voice ordered in a gravelly 
whisper.

Macy felt a sharp object pressed against her neck. She 
glanced in the mirror and saw a silver "Cross" pen 
pressing against her neck at her carotid artery. Behind 
her she heard the click of the door being locked. The 
tiny bathroom was flooded with light. Her thoughts were 
racing as she was pressed tightly against the outside 
wall of the plane.

"What does he want? How can this be happening?" Macy's 
thoughts raced.

Macy suddenly realized that the four-hour flight to 
California just started. This increased her anxiety and 
she started to try and move. The hand over her mouth 
slipped up to also cover her nose. Macy felt the hand 
clamping down over her mouth and nose and she could not 
breathe.

"Be still, slut, or you'll regret it," the voice said 
threatening.

Macy could not draw a breath and frantically tried to 
pull the hand away from her mouth and nose.

"Are you going to be still, slut," the voice demanded.

Macy quickly nodded her head up and down. The hand slid 
off her nose, but remained over her mouth. Macy drew in 
air rapidly through her nose. Her eyes darted back and 
forth as she tried to find an escape.

"What is happening? What does he want?" Macy tried to 
control the racing thoughts; "I must remain calm."

Macy slowed her breathing and glanced into the mirror. 
Her attacker's face was hidden behind Macy's head. In one 
hand there was the metal pen pressed into her neck; the 
other hand remained over her mouth. Macy could not even 
find an identifying characteristic on her assailant's 
clothes.

"Not a peep, slut, and I'll remove my hand," the voice 
ordered.

Macy felt the hand slowly lowered from her mouth.

"What do you...." 

The words never finished from Macy's lips. The hand 
clamped back over Macy's nose and mouth. He squeezed 
tightly and again she could not breathe. She knew now she 
would be suffocated if she did not do as she was told. 
Macy tried to concentrate on not breathing. She focused 
her thoughts on trying to calm herself. 

Macy dropped her hands to her side trying to convey her 
desire to cooperate. She fought with herself to remain 
very still. It worked. Macy felt the hand relaxing. 
Without another word said, the hand slowly slid from she 
nose and mouth again. Macy did not speak, but slowly took 
in air.

Macy felt the hem of her skirt rising and froze. The man 
behind her allowed some space between Macy and the wall. 
Macy looked down and her skirt was almost pulled up over 
her ass. She could feel the air against her freshly 
shaved cunt and the tops of her thighs.

"Unbutton the blouse, slut," the voice commanded.

Macy felt the pressure in her neck increased as he pushed 
the pen harder. She raised her hands slowly and 
unbuttoned her blouse. Tears started to fill Macy's eyes 
as her trembling hands continued until the blouse was 
completely unbuttoned. Once unbuttoned, the hand left the 
hem of her skirt and jerked the blouse open. She could 
clearly see the red push-up bra in the mirror. The hand 
then squeezed her breasts; first her right breast, then 
the left.

"Nice," the voice commented.

With that word, Macy's bra was jerked down and pulled 
until her breasts were bare and the cups of the bra 
trapped underneath. Her breasts were now sticking out 
from the effects of the cups of the bra resting 
underneath. Macy closed her eyes as her assailant started 
to pinch and pull her nipples.

"Take off your panties," the voice ordered without giving 
any relief to Macy's nipples.

Macy leaned forward slightly, tears now streaming down 
her face. The man pinched her right nipple hard and 
tightened down between his thumb and forefinger like a 
vise. Macy let out a faint protest and quickly stopped. 

"Please," Macy whispered hoping for relief.

"Get those panties off, slut," was the only response.

Resigned that her assailant was not going to stop now, 
Macy pulled the hem of her skirt above her ass and hooked 
her thumbs in the sides of the thongs. Macy slowly pushed 
the thong down over her ass, but could not go any 
further. Her assailant was content to leave Macy's thongs 
bunched just below her ass cheeks while he turned his 
attentions to her left nipple. She looked down and her 
right nipple was swollen and a deep red. But, Macy noted, 
it was also engorged and erect from the abuse.

"Oh, ow," Macy murmured as her attacker pulled her nipple 
outward until Macy's felt her breast was being ripped 
from her body.

"Shut up, slut," he ordered.

Finally, he released her nipple, but Macy knew her ordeal 
was not over. As quickly as he released her nipple, Macy 
felt fingers probing between her cunt lips. Macy panicked 
as she suddenly remembered what she was doing just before 
he broke into the bathroom. She knew he would 
misinterpret what he found between her cunt. Two fingers 
easily slid into Macy's wet cunt. Her clit was still 
erect from the paper and Macy's juices flowed even 
heavier with the abuse of her tits.

"You are a slut, you are so wet, you want me to fuck 
you," he said.

Macy could not believe her ears. She heard the zipper 
behind her and felt the tip of a cock touching her 
asscheeks. He then pushed a third finger without 
resistant into Macy's cunt.

"You're shaved too, how much do you normally charge, 
slut," her assailant mocked.

Macy closed her eyes tightly and tried to support her 
body was the man started fucking his fingers in and out 
of her cunt. She gasped as a fourth finger was inserted 
and he increased the speed of his finger-fucking. Macy 
cursed her body as her pussy juices gushed out over his 
hand. Then she felt an intense pressure and tried to 
stand on her tiptoes to escape the pain.

"He's trying to put his fist inside me," Macy thought.

Macy tried to move away from the intense pain, but the 
bathroom was too small. She was pushed upward to the 
point she was on her tiptoes.

"Just a little more, slut," the man warned.

"Ahhhhhh, you're hurting me," Macy cried as she felt his 
fist push into her cunt.

Macy struggled to remain on her tiptoes with the man's 
fist buried into her cunt. She could feel the thickness 
of his wrist where her cunt lips were stretched around 
it. Although Macy felt intense pain at the obscene 
stretching of her cunt, there was a strange pleasure 
building also. Macy suddenly became aware of what was 
happening.

"Please, god no, I can't cum," Macy thought to herself.

The man worked his fist around inside Macy and commented 
on how easily it went in.

"Your whore pussy must have been fucked a thousand 
dicks," her attacker said.

The words burned Macy's ears.

"Why does he think I'm a slut or a whore," Macy tried to 
understand as she felt her insides being sucked outward 
as he removed his fist from her cunt.

Macy felt herself being pushed forward a little. This 
caused her ass to push backward. Macy's cunt was dripping 
wetness as her assailant aimed his rigid rod at her 
gaping pussy. Macy was so stretched from his fist, she 
barely felt his cock enter her. He started fucking her 
and Macy put her hands flat on the wall to keep from 
being smashed into it. 

Macy remembered that she was not protected and pleaded 
with him not to cum inside her. Her assailant just 
ignored her and reached around and abused her nipples 
again. She was groaning with each thrust trying to think 
of anything except the pleasure she was feeling in her 
cunt. 

Suddenly he stopped and pulled his cock from Macy's 
pussy. She almost protested, but thought perhaps he was 
heeded her pleas not to get pregnant. His next statement 
stung her ears also.

"You're so fuckin stretched I can't feel a thing," her 
attacker said with disdain.

Macy did not realize that the pen was no longer pressed 
against her neck until she felt his hands on each side of 
her asscheeks. He pulled his buttocks east and west 
widening her painfully. She was not sure what he was 
doing. She knew nothing about anal intercourse.

"Not there, please, not there," Macy pleaded.

"Which will it be slut, pregnant or take it up the ass?" 
her assailant responded.

Macy was silent.

"Choose, slut, I want to hear you choose," he said again.

Macy bit her lower lip and responded, "There." She did 
not want to risk pregnancy.

"Beg me, slut, I know you know how," her assailant chided 
Macy.

Macy shook her head negatively and he jabbed a finger 
into her anus.

"I'm not going to ask you again, slut," he said.

Macy felt him slide his cock back to her cunt. She 
quickly started begging.

"Please, fuck me there," Macy said.

That was not good enough for him and his cock started 
pushing into her cunt again. Macy racked her brain and 
then knew he wanted her to beg like a whore would beg.

"Please, fuck me in the ass, please, fuck my ass," Macy 
repeated.

He took his cock out of her cunt again and Macy felt the 
pressure on her anal ring. She tried to widen her legs, 
but the thongs now bunched around her thighs bound her. 
Macy tried to look behind her and see what was happening. 
She felt her anus opening and she tried to push the 
intruder out. 

The burning pain was intense as the cock slowly slid, 
inch by inch into her virgin ass. Macy tried not to move 
as she felt her attacker's pubic hair against her ass 
signaling that his cock was buried to the balls in her 
rectum. He did not move for a moment. Instead, he wrapped 
his hands around Macy so that his finger and thumb 
clamped on to each nipple. As he pulled her tits out from 
Macy's body, he also pulled his cock from her ass almost 
till the head came out. He released her tits and slammed 
back into her ass. 

Macy was shaking her head now trying to deny the feelings 
he was producing. Her tits would be pulled painfully 
outward almost tearing them from her body, then released 
to spring back against her chest. At the same time, he 
fucked in and out of her asshole. He repeated the process 
faster and faster.

It came without warning. Her orgasm shot through her body 
like a wave of heat surging up from her cunt and through 
her brain. Macy saw stars as he continued the pounding of 
her ass and pulling her tits. She started rocking her 
hips backward to meet his dick as she continued to cum 
over and over again. 

Macy felt him stiffen behind her then heard a low, 
guttural groan. The hot fluid from the tip of his cock 
warmed her intestines and sent another orgasm through 
Macy. He pumped her asshole two or three more times 
before pulling out. Macy almost collapsed on the sink.

In a daze, Macy felt her thong being pushed down to the 
floor of the bathroom. Macy automatically stepped out of 
her thongs. Macy saw the light go out and heard the door 
shut. She turned and threw the bolt causing the light to 
return. Macy looked at herself in the mirror. 

Her makeup was streaked from her tears. Her hair at some 
point had fallen out of its bun. Her skirt was still 
punched up around her waist. She could see her swollen 
cunt lips and feel the fluid rolling down the insides of 
her thighs. She saw drops of cum on the floor and with 
another drop hit the floor Macy knew it was leaking from 
her ass. Both of Macy's nipples were rock hard and 
bruised purple, her entire chest was beet red.

Macy drew in a deep breath as she adjusted her bra 
gingerly over her tender breasts. After buttoning her 
blouse she sat on the toilet and tried to clean herself 
up. It was difficult as she could still feel cum leaking 
from her asshole. Macy looked around for her thongs, but 
they were nowhere to be found.

"He must have took them," Macy thought.

Macy was not sure what she was going to do. She sat on 
the toilet until she do longer heard the dripping of cum 
from her ass. Then stood up, straightened her skirt and 
tried to fix her hair and makeup. Finally satisfied that 
she looked better, Macy glanced down at her watch. She 
was had been in the bathroom for almost three hours. 

Macy tried to clear her head and exited the bathroom. As 
she entered the aisle of the plane, she looked at each 
man she passed. It was useless; Macy had no idea who 
assaulted her in the bathroom. Even if she could identify 
him, Macy knew that she could not claim rape.

"He knew me well, I acted just like a slut, cumming and 
fucking him; I even begged for it," Macy thought with a 
deepening sadness.

Macy returned to her seat and fell asleep the remainder 
of the flight. As she exited the plane and entered the 
airport, Macy was glad to see Brad.

"How was your flight?" Brad asked as he kissed Macy on 
her red lips.

"An adventure." Macy responded and felt the dampness on 
her thighs as she walked, "a big adventure in flight." 

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MY AIRPORT ADVENTURE

I'm an average kind of guy who maybe has let a few 
opportunities slip through his fingers but for the 
most part I'm not overly disappointed in my life.  But 
at 54 and never experiencing the wild side of life I 
felt like life was passing me by. I wish that I had at 
least one exciting incident in my life to give me 
something to remember in my old age. 

My wife lost interest in having sex with me when I was 
49 and after a while I stopped trying to seduce her. 
So for almost five years now, I've been virtually 
celibate, except for self-induced orgasms. If you know 
what I mean. 

That's why what happened to me at the Seattle airport 
yesterday was so exceptional, something that I'll be 
able to mull over even in extreme old age. 

I was sitting in the main terminal at one of the metal 
phone booths across from one of the many little food 
places working on a project on my laptop that I was 
supposed to have completed the week before. I was 
waiting to pick up a colleague for a business meeting 
the next day and had several hours to kill and an 
electrical outlet so I was using my time productively. 

When I looked up from my laptop for a moment to 
compose my thoughts I noticed a pretty young woman 
sitting at a booth across from me in a little deli, 
one of many eateries at the airport. To my delight she 
smiled at me like she thought I was cool. 

As I said I am 54, and I'm no great specimen. I 
haven't done anything to hurt my body, but then I 
haven't gone out of my way to make it exceptional 
either. And at 54 if you want to look good you have to 
work at it. So I was amazed that this hot looking 
young woman seemed to want to hold my gaze. 

Then she swung around in her seat to face me. I looked 
around thinking that her boyfriend or a family member 
was coming to meet her, but there was light foot 
traffic on this day and no one was about. 

When I turned back to her she was sitting on the edge 
of her bench and had her wonderful legs spread wide. I 
was looking into a smooth young pussy and the lovely 
woman attached to it. 

I'm positive that I blushed, and I know that I was 
shocked. I'd only had intimate relations with one 
woman in my life and to actually be seeing a super 
attractive woman flashing me so blatantly was quite an 
experience. 

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a shadow and she 
closed her legs just in time to let an unsuspecting 
family (parents and a daughter and son) pass by. 

Once they were gone and an airport employee had passed 
by I watched as my beautiful young flasher opened her 
legs again. I looked into her eyes and she mine. It 
was like an electric charge that passed between us. I 
knew in that instant that if I wanted to I could have 
her, that she wanted me. 

Then my hearty almost stopped when she raised her 
blouse and flashed her huge tits at me. They were 
marvelous. It appeared that she had an "all-over" tan. 
Then she scrunched down in the chair and I was looking 
at an inviting pussy as well as two beautiful breasts. 

I'd never even imagined a scene like this in my 
wildest dreams. Then she pointed at my crotch and I 
looked down and saw a lump pushing up the material. I 
was surprised to see that I was a hard-on because it 
didn't feel like one. But what I had done was become 
aroused slowly and had been that way for so long that 
it almost felt normal, like it was just a natural 
function. Which of course it was. 

I looked back up to see her pantomiming that I should 
open the fly to my pants. My first thought was "no 
way" I almost choked at the thought. Then I saw the 
young woman push a finger into herself and slowly push 
it in and out while circling a nipple with another 
finger. She closed her eyes in obvious pleasure. 

It was an amazing sight. In all my life I'd never been 
able to get my wife to do anything out of the ordinary 
and to see a woman so brazenly display herself and 
obviously enjoying experience was such a turn on for 
me. 

She pulled her finger out of her slit and poked it 
between her lips and looked at me as she sucked on her 
finger. Then she pointed toward my crotch and 
pantomimed again that I should open it. 

I was almost like a robot I was so dazed - and so 
aroused. I looked both ways and hoped to god that I'd 
get away with this as I slowly unzipped the fly to my 
pants. I still looked around nervously expecting the 
cops to descend on me as I fished around in my pants 
for my now "every slimy" dick. 

I finally got hold of it and flipped it free of my 
underwear so that it popped out into the open. My 
heart was in my throat at this point and I was almost 
struggling for breath. I was so nervous that I was 
amazed that I was still hard, but I was. I was harder 
than I think I'd been in 20-years, and it felt good, 
so very good. 

Then my beautiful playmate spread her legs again and 
inserted that finger again. At the same time she 
indicated with her other hand that I should jackoff 
myself off with an unmistakable "jackoff" motion of 
her lovely hand. 

I did as she indicated I should do, I gripped my pre-
cum soaked dick and began to slowly jackoff to her 
masturbatory motions. It didn't take more than a 
minute before I shot a big intense gob of cum in a 
high arch that splatted against the screen of my now 
discarded computer. 

I kept pumping my dick and spurting more cum, making 
my hand sticky and so messy that it looked like it was 
glazed with frosting. I was a mess, I had cum all over 
my fingers, sloppy spots on my pants and an obvious 
string of cum slapped across my computer's screen. 

I looked up at my playmate and saw her scoot around 
still fingering herself furiously. Then I saw a 
movement out of the corner of my eye and grabbed my 
computer and slammed it down over my still throbbing 
dick and looked up just in time to see one of the 
cleaning ladies come up to me and look in the booth 
where I was sitting. 

She had a cleaning cloth in her hand and I said 
nothing when he reached in next to me and swiped the 
cloth other the countertop in my phone booth whisking 
away a big glob of my cum with her wet rag. 

I sat there in fear and embarrassment as she looked 
down at me and then silently walked away. I knew that 
if she had had any experience with men that she'd know 
what she'd just seen. And smelled for that matter. The 
smell of sperm permeated the whole booth and I wanted 
to get out of there before I got caught. 

I looked over at the young woman and saw that her head 
was thrown back and she was obviously in the throes of 
an intense orgasm. I had the fleeting thought that 
almost getting caught in a compromising position was 
the turn-on that had sent her over the top. I'm not 
sure but I think it was. 

Then I saw a cop walking my way. It was absolutely 
obvious that the airport employee had turned me in, 
but I wasn't going to stay around to find out. I 
closed my laptop, cum soaked screen and all and hiked 
up my zipper sealing in most of the cooling goo from 
my recent orgasm and stood up. 

My pretty fellow masturbator had fled her table and 
was quickly walking away toward the gates. I thought 
about following her, but I didn't have a ticket so I 
couldn't get through security anyway, and besides how 
far did I really think this would go? 

I sighed as I walked to the parking garage. The whole 
time I was walking through the terminal and standing 
in the elevator to reach level 6 and my car, I was 
constantly worried about the smell I was emitting. I 
smelled so strongly of cum I just knew that everyone 
could tell what I'd done. 

I finally reached my car and drove home as fast as I 
could and took a fast shower and changed my clothes 
then headed back to the airport. As I walked toward 
the gate area I wondered if the airport employee or 
cop would recognize me. I had purposely put on 
different colored clothing to help disguise myself. 
But the whole time, I was looking for my fair 
playmate. 

I know that every time I find myself at the Seattle 
Airport in the future I'll be looking for that young 
woman in the hopes that we'll repeat the adventure. 
I'd love to do it again. I really mean it.

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