El Arsio Pt III (fm:threesomes, 8352 words) [3/3] show all parts | |||
| Author: MagpieAmy69 | |||
| Added: Nov 27 2025 | Views / Reads: 87 / 71 [82%] | Part vote: 9.56 (1 vote) | |
| Three workers including a big and bulky black man start work in Carol's complex. | |||
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El Arsio pt3The long haired Rock singer, Mick began visiting regularly over the next couple of months for rough anal sex which I was always gagging for by the time he arrived; and he'd coerce me into vocally begging for it; something I'd not done with anyone else, and my ‘dirty talk' really got him excited ... and me too if I'm being honest.
My teenage lover couldn't believe his luck the first time I asked him ...or really begged him .... to ‘put it in my arse!' It was a hot afternoon, and we had already engaged in nearly an hour of sweaty sex; just as he was getting his second wind, he was shocked when I rolled onto my hands and knees and I gasped "put it in my arse .... Fuck me that way!"
"What?" he gasped, "What the fuck?" Partly confused as I'd never been particularly vocal or demanding during sex, but that day I had released my verbally demonic side. "Yes .... You heard me ... fuck my arse... do it!" With my help and a good dollop of lube he finally fucked my arse with ease as Mick had stretched it out the previous night. As the days went by, it didn't take long for him to forego my pussy on a regular basis excitedly doing my arse instead; and we both looked forward to orally pleasing each other before me voluntarily getting onto my hands and knees after handing him the pot of Vaseline then raucously encouraging him to ‘fill my arse full of cock' and boy did he fill it!
You'd think that my glamour modelling plus already having two lovers on the go would be more than enough to satisfy my sexual cravings, but I still habitually had flings with guys I'd met at the club Disco or band night ... usually knee tremblers in back alleys which I loved; or every now and then back at the flat if it was someone I knew.
With all of this going on you'd think that guys thought I'd be an easy lay; but the opposite was the case as I was still seen as something of a ‘conquest' that demanded some hard work from would be lovers in the lead up to me dropping my knickers for them.
That said, I did worry about my cravings which were taking over my life; even worrying that I was actually becoming a nymphomaniac after seeing the description in a magazine (i.e. a woman with uncontrollable or excessive sexual desire) which summed me up and something I seemed to have no control over and would explain a lot.
I'd been in my flat about five months when I finally got a letter from the Council with a date for my new kitchen and some upgrades to the heating system.
Two weeks later an official looking man arrived to check my flat and explain that they were going to be working on two other flats in the block the same week, starting on Monday.
As my neighbours would be at work I was volunteered to ‘supervise' the work in their flats.
I met the workers at the front door as agreed at 8.30 am and was instantly surprised to see that alongside an older and younger guy there was a huge bald black man. He must have been in his fifties and well over 6 feet tall, with a bit of a belly that stretched his t-shirt, bald as a coot and black as the ace of spades.
He towered over Frank and the young helper, Lance who looked mixed race.
Today it's quite normal to see a black man where I live; but way back then it was a real rarity.
Perhaps I made my surprise too obvious by staring at him while they unloaded the van, but he just grinned whenever our eyes met, even winking at me a couple of times.
As they finished unloading into flat Number 1, the older guy Frank; suggested I make them coffee back in my flat.
The four of us filled my small kitchen as Frank and the huge black man, who was called O.B, each took a chair leaving me and the young lad
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