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  This is your first climax, but not your last. You feel light headed after this 15-second orgasm, but then you say. "There's more, baby". I throw you onto the bed, and I stand at the edge of it. I spread your legs and hold them at the ankles. As I'm thrusting in, you feel a bit sore, but you feel another load about to cum out. You scream louder this time. I don't stop. You cum again, and again. A total of 4 orgasms. We don't leave that position. "One more, Robert", you say. You want me to cum with you. I start thrusting you the hardest I've fucked you in our whole relationship. So much force and strength. I can feel it in my balls, especially when you grab them from beneath. I'm leaning right over you, and you wrap your legs around me. The whole bed shakes, as we look into one another's eyes. "I'm here, Chloe", I say in a rushed and breathless voice. We hold hands, and let most of our muscles tense up. I thrust you deeper and deeper. Until we hold still, and you feel 11 ejaculations of the thickest and biggest load of cum, I've ever given you. I thrust a little bit as I do so, and you cum to me at the same time. "I love you, Chloe", I say in a seductive and sexy voice. You wipe the tears from your eyes, and hold me tight. "I love you too, Robert". We collapse. We embrace. We kiss. The sweat is excessive. The cum is abundant. We've made a mess. We've set a record. I wipe your face and torso with a towel. You close your eyes, after staring into mine for the longest time. Sleep comes over us, just like the moonlight. We're cooled off by the gentle night breeze. All we hear is the ocean, getting louder and louder as the sound of our breathing fades.

  Casey’s World

  The best way to start this is to introduce myself and my wife and tell you a bit about ourselves because if you want to understand - and not just pornographically enjoy - what I am going to describe, quite graphically, I may add, to you in the following chapters then it is necessary to know who we are and what our motivations are. This is not some description from fantasy, what I am about to tell you is something that has been happening - and continues to happen -for over 18 years. The things my wife did and does are real and not some fantasy I have produced to titillate myself and others, although I am certain that is what they will do. If you are only reading this for sexual excitement I can guarantee you it is worth the read – especially when you allow yourself to realize that the woman who is so sexually creative and free could be the 40 something businesswoman in grey next to you in the airplane or in the train. My name is, for these purposes, Jesse Thomas and my wife is Casey. I met her 24 years ago when she had just turned 21 and married her a year later. I myself am 10 years older and at the time I met her I was researching background information for my first post-doctoral work – interviewing professional sex workers, especially those in the adult film industry as to what their motivations were to do this job and the like. I could go on for pages but it is pretty academic and boring, suffice it to say that I had received a doctorate from a major University the year before in Sociology/Psychology with an emphasis upon sexual deviance.

  So I know very well that what my wife and I do is well considered to be deviant but I also know that none of us has a right to judge or make moral determinations. The first time I saw my wife she was strapped in a leather suit, a 3 foot metal bar holding her legs apart, suspended just above a bed being fucked by a machine while inserting a dildo attached to a scream ball in her mouth into the cunt of an actress tied to the bedposts using the momentum she was imparted from the machine. At the exact time I saw her she was orgasming, unable to control it. As we all know most orgasms in professional porn films are faked and later dubbed but this one was obviously real. I will return to describing the 3 S&M movies she made in later chapters. 6 weeks later she had finished filming and we moved in together and married less than a year later. She was studying economics but had needed money and that seemed the easiest way to get it without actually prostituting herself. When she finished her bachelors I had already started my new career – which I still do to this day – writing children's books (friends of ours had a small child and I used to make up stories for him and they said they were so good I should try and sell them and it worked!) so I could follow her anywhere and we went together to Harvard where she started on her doctorate in economics and a year later our first child – a son – was born. We have three children now, a son and two daughters – for those of you who may think, after reading on, ahh – whose kids are they really we have done fatherhood tests and they are mine.

  Casey told me before we married and has repeated it at least once a year since then – she cannot resist a man who is horny for her and has the balls to tell her that. Any man who can do that usually gets fucked on the spot. That is one of her life Casey, sex is an act like any other social activities as long as it is between consenting adults, and our prude sexual morality is simply a form of control over us. We can, if we want to or have to, control our sexual desires, but we don't have to limit our actions to just one person. I knew that when I married her and although I have had few extramarital encounters, I just don't get the same kick from other women that I get from Casey and I have left the action up to her. Part of our accord though is that nothing is done behind the back of the partner – no lies or deceptions – and so she has always told me whenever an incident has occurred. At this point I think it might be best to describe Casey. She is about 5 foot 8.5, blond, with a very "cute" face. She is not what the magazines or popular press tell us is the idea of sexy, nor does she dress sexy but she exudes some appeal to men that few can resist but even fewer have the balls to approach. Casey is the kind of woman, even now when she is over 40, that you look at once and say, OK.

  Then you look again and you say not really that much, cute face, nice, but rather small tits, her ass is too big, so what. But everyone looks a third time and then they say – all I want to do is lay her flat and fuck the hell out of her. Yet, because she is a very strong-willed and self-confident woman, and the sexuality that she exudes is so unconscious, so real, very few men have the balls to follow up on that thought – and if you want to lay Casey flat you have to tell her just that and be ready to do it. That wasp of a waist is what makes her ass, although still as tight as it was 20 years ago, look bigger than it is but is also part of what adds to her sexuality. No one who has ever fucked her has ever forgotten her. Now we have to remember that the thematic of my doctoral thesis was sexual deviancy and what we have for a relationship – a successful businesswoman (Vice-president of a multi-national corporation) that "fucks around" and enjoys sex in ways I can not give it to her – a man who has stayed at home with the kids but managed to become internationally known (my books have been translated into 27 languages) and who studied sexual deviance yet enjoys watching the 20 year old porn movies his wife made and enjoys her telling him when she has had an extramarital encounter in all the dirty details or possibly worse, at least I am sure my doctoral thesis supervisor would say so, actually edits the digital films that the president of the company where she works makes of her when they fuck, or as you will see in a later chapter when he arranges a bukkake for her.

  To introduce you to "Casey's world" (a little joke there) I will relate to you the first sexual encounter she had with her boss, actually one of the most harmless. As I said she is an executive in a large multi-national company and often has to present to all male audiences. After one such afternoon presentation the president of her division asked her to stay as he wanted to discuss the presentation with her. Everyone else left and she remained at the front of the room. The company where she works often films the presentations of the employees to use in press releases and such and on the side table there was a small digital movie camera mounted on a small tripod. The president got up, took the camera and tripod and moved them to the presentation table where the beamer was and set it up asking her not to move. Thinking she had presented badly and he was about to discuss it with her and wanted the visual evidence that everything had been done correctly (just a month before a female employee accused the same president of sexually harassing her after she had received a
bad report) so she thought nothing about it. Then he walked up to her, quite close, so he would also be in the picture and said "I thought it was a very good presentation but honestly I missed most of it" "I'm sorry" she said "I will try to make the next one livelier" He laughed and said that wouldn't help and she asked him why. "Because all I could think about the last hour is what you would look like with your clothes off" he said, reaching out to stroke her breast. "Look at me" he pointed to his crotch "I've been like this for an hour" Casey smiled.

  As I said this is exactly what she gets off on. "If you just want to see me naked then why are you so aroused?" she asked "And is that thing in your pants really that big?" He laughed again and turned so he was at a 90-degree angle to the camera, dropping his pants and shorts in one motion. His hard cock sprang out beneath his shirt tails and it was huge. "Wow" said Casey, putting her hand around it. "It is that big." She stroked it a bit "How big are you?" she asked "I've never measured it" he said, taking off his jacket and pulling his shirt over his head so that he was standing naked with this enormous cock jutting out in front of him. She looked him up and down and then said "Didn't you want to see me naked?" "I still do" he said "But I like it when women take their own clothes off" Casey stripped out of her business suit and panties and bra in minutes and stood there in front of him, her hands on her hips, watching him. "Is that what you expected?" "Better" he said "Much better" stroking his own cock. Because her boss is an American (I think I forgot to say we live in Germany and she works in Holland now) he was circumcised. "and you?" She licked her lips seductively and said "I think so, but we have to measure that thing" She stepped out of the range of the camera and then back after about 30 seconds. "All I have is a piece of A4 paper" she said "no ruler" As she was laying the paper against the top side of his cock he asked her if she didn't mind being filmed. She said not at all, someday she would tell him something that would make this seem like nothing, but she wanted a copy for me. "Your husband knows about this type of thing?" he gasped "Sure" she said, running her hand down the shaft of his cock, which seemed to have grown even bigger than it was "No deceptions, no lies" He groaned as she wrapped the paper around his cock. You couldn't see the end of it but she bent it where it ended – about 3 finger widths from the end of the paper. For you Americans a piece of A4 paper is 9 inches wide and almost 12 inches long and she had him wrapped with the length of the paper so he was over 11" in length! "Almost 30 cm" she said "really not bad at all, better than I expected" She threw the paper away and started to stroke his cock while kissing him. They frenched for a while and then he asked her if she thought she could take it all, some women had problems with it. She said she thought she could do better.

  Here I have to tell you about Casey. She has an incredibly tight pussy no matter how large a man is – I am normal, probably about 6.5 " and it is tight as hell, even after three kids, but what she really gets off on are big cocks. In her films she was repeatedly fucked either by a machine with a 12" dildo or a black guy built like a horse, almost 12" long or a white guy who also was built massively – only 10" long but incredibly thick – and at the final scene of the one movie she actually had 14 " (they measure it and call it off as it goes in) of wooden dildo inserted. What she can also do, and her boss was about to find out, is deep throat up to 12 " of cock or dildo. I don't know how many women can do that but it is not many. She smiled at him and pulled away and told him to move the table so he could sit on it and be in the film. She left the scene again, walking behind the camera and checking as he moved the table and sat on it, his incredible cock sticking up into the air, a leaking of white pre-cum rolling down the dark coloured head. She came back, licked the pre-cum from the head and then, in one quick motion swallowed his entire cock deep into her throat. He groaned so loud it is a miracle that no one came to see who was dying, both hands grasping her hair. 15 seconds later she slid up his cock and gasped for air.

  "With a monster like that I have to come up for air" she said "My God" he said "How can you do that, it is incredible" "No idea" she said and went down on him again. This time he managed not to groan so loud but his open mouth testified to the pleasure he was feeling as her lips caressed the base of his cock and the head of it was buried somewhere deep in her throat. About 15 seconds later she came up again, leaving his cock glistening with saliva. "Now we change places" she said "Fuck me" He got don and she sat on the edge of the table, holding her legs up high. He inserted that monster into her pussy and slowly pushed, taking about 5 minutes, until he was all the way in her. He had put her legs on his shoulders so the camera caught a good view of his cock as he slowly slid it all the way out and then in again, expertly building up the tempo until he was slamming all of that thing into her with every thrust. When he was slamming into her almost full length, sweating and moaning and she was screaming her legs began to quiver and her nipples seemed to grow almost inches long, she orgasmed throwing back her head, gasping for air, rocking with every thrust into her pussy. The contractions of her cunt must have been too much for him because he screamed that he was going to cum and she told him to pull out and cum on her, she wanted his hot cum on her tits.

  He pulled out, glistening from her juices and she quickly lay down on the table, her head hanging over the edge, holding her tits together for him. He didn't even have to stoke it, just pointed it at her tits and sent spurt after spurt of cum showering all over her and the table and the floor. He started to soften almost immediately and she stroked his cock with her one hand and said she like to do it again, it had been really good. She had that look in her eyes that she gets when she has had a really good orgasm so I believed her. He said he thought they had probably made enough noise for one day and should seek other pastures for their pleasure, to which she laughed and told him she didn't really care, did he think that anyone who came through the door wouldn't join in? He looked a bit shocked and asked her if she did that too and she replied that gang bangs and lots of cum were her favorites. He definitely kept that in mind, as I was to be presented with visual evidence of it three months later. Now I write for a living, and if Casey ever knew I was writing this I think she would kill me. We are open about our sexuality but we don't advertise it and she would say there are just too many hints as to who we really are.

  DOMINATED

  “What the hell am I doing here at this hour,” Ronan said out loud to no one in particular, “man was not made to lift weights at midnight!” For over a year Ronan Watson had been working out three nights a week at the “Bartero Club”, trying in vain to build up his underdeveloped body. Diets, protein shakes, aerobics, weight machines, and now free weight training, and not much of a visible improvement in muscle development. He had to admit that he felt stronger, but as far as high muscle definition was concerned, well he seemed to be paddling up stream on that one! Even at midnight there were plenty of people in the midst of their workouts, most, if not all of them in better shape than Ronan. After struggling through a set of bench presses, Ronan decided to take a break, and watch the other people stretch and sweat for a while. Popping open a can of diet soda, he surveyed the room, enjoying the sight of ten women in tights doing an aerobic dance workout. It was funny in a way, because almost all the women doing the workout were either in good or very good shape, while the tubs of lard that really needed it were nowhere to be seen! Finally, Ronan’s eyes focused in on a muscular woman doing squats with what appeared to be about two hundred fifty pounds of steel plates.

  Only in his dreams could Ronan have handled that amount of iron, and here was a woman barely breaking a sweat doing at least twenty quick reps! He wandered over to get a closer look, and was surprised when she said hello. He stammered for a second, but finally mumbled, “I was just admiring the way you handled those squats, it seemed pretty easy for you.” She picked up her towel, wiped her face, and replied, “Well, I’ve been doing it for five years now, and I have a routine that I stick to, by the way my name is Olivia, but everyone calls me Oli.” “I’m Ronan
,” he said, extending his hand in friendship. Her grip was more than firm, and Ronan felt his fingers being literally crushed in what seemed like a vice! “I’ve noticed you working out alone,” she continued, “and I thought that maybe it would be more enjoyable if we did it together!” “Well,” he stammered, “you are way ahead of me, and I would just slow you down.....” “Nonsense,” she retorted, “there are plenty of machines to go around, and when we use free weights we can spot for each other, so what do ya say!?!” Ronan thought about it for a second, and nodding said, “Sure, why not, and maybe you can give me some pointers on how to build up this decrepit body!!!” She laughed an infectious laugh, and gave his arm a playful squeeze and rejoined, “Okay then, let’s get started!!!” For the next hour, Ronan worked out harder than he ever had over the past year. After only a few minutes watching Oli go through her workout routine, Ronan could see that he hadn’t been putting in near the amount of effort needed to build his muscle mass.