The Collaring of Chloe Ch. 27

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Chapter 5 -- In Praise of Porn Monday mornings followed a predictable pattern. Up with the alarm, morning toilet routines (in which Tethys always took it on herself to do the aiming), pre-breakfast sex, a shared shower, a quick breakfast, and then we would leave the house together and get into our own cars. I would leave for work at my office, and Tethys would head off to her apartment. Her art projects kept her plenty busy. There was a change to her Mondays now. After lunch she would get a visit from Sonia and Henri. Her Monday afternoon threesome quickly became a tradition that she looked forward to with excited anticipation. I wasn't sure which part of it she enjoyed the most, Henri or Sonia. In the end, it wouldn't have mattered much because it was Tethys who was the center of attention. As she put it, "they can be with each other any time they want, but for them, I'm the exotic and unusual experience. That's kind of funny, because they are the most exotic pe

The Day After (Super Bowl and Us Three, the sequel) Monday morning. One eye open. Did that really happen? Before I could think over the events of Saturday night into Sunday morning and the happy day after, there she was: hot breath on my ear. "I got laid a bunch of times this weekend". Me: "So did I." "Not as many times as I did". Jesus she was suddenly on fire. Me: "Did you remember that you and I did it first, on Saturday morning?" The memory surfaces and then shows up on her face as she does the math."Oh my God..." She muses. "You've got to go to work.. I, on the other hand, will be hanging out with Rick all day." Rick, our guest and her new lover from Saturday night/Sunday morning, was sound asleep upstairs and now wasn't leaving town until Wednesday. She had a city and work campus tour planned with him. "I wanna ask you something. And I will respect your wishes if you say no. But you've given me a pass

Epona shivered in the cool stream as Mark sat warm and dry atop her back. Epona was clad only in her panties and bra, and Mark had decided to ride naked except for a t-shirt. He liked the feel of his bareskin upon her back and he felt that Epona wouldn't mind since she had already let him smack her ass red and use her as a literal mattress the night before. After waking, Mark had decided he would ride his ponygirl upstream to find the water's source. The stream's bank was too steep and wet to ride, and some parts were covered in small trees and bush, so Mark simply drove his pony into the water and upstream, directing her over to the stream's shallower points to ensure his toes would not graze the water. Often marks lead Epona to crawl in areas with large uneven stones. Epona's back and waist twisted and bent every time Epona reached for a footing, and Mark sank deep into her saddle. When Epona arched her back deeply Marks erection would rub against her upper bac

To find out how this decadent, debaucherous evening began, check out Part 1... Pierre, the mysterious Frenchman visiting my city, continued caressing my ass cheeks and asshole. To demonstrate my approval of this activity I slid up more on the luxurious hotel bed and spread my legs allowing him greater access. His soft touch ran around my globes, along my crack, and then up to my balls. Despite having just had a pulsing orgasm shooting my load in Luiz, I was already getting aroused again. Pierre's touch was light and smooth and just enough to tease me and get me going again. This gentleman definitely knew his way around another man's body. "Mon ami," he said, "I would love the pleasure of intercourse... how you say? Fucking ze ass? It sounds so crude in American slang." "Pierre, I don't care how you say it, so long as you do it." "OK. I will 'faire l'amour' to your strong, sexy American buttocks." At that point I was gett

The Collaring of Chloe Chapter 27 -- The Other Side of the Looking Glass **Characters and text are protected under copyright law Entering into Mistress Victoria's house, Chloe briefly thought back to her first time entering Master's house. As now, she'd been naked and damp from cleaning herself outside, unsure what to expect on the other side of a door. However, any similarities to that day and this one lasted only until she crossed the threshold. Back then, she had been encountering his house for the first time, every sight a new one. Here, she was already familiar with what lay within from the play party she'd attended. Even beyond that, the feel of the parlor she walked into was very removed from that of Master's solarium. His home had felt soft and inviting, Mistress Victoria's felt hard and dangerous. While the house's décor and furnishings had not changed, it looked very different to Chloe now, empty of the teeming crowd of sexually charged party-goer