“You thought your mom would be the mighty lioness that will protect her cub, but all that yelling from your crazy mother was just an act. It was so sweet of her coming to your defense, her compassion for you proved to me that she was nothing more than a bitch that needed to learn a lesson not to cross the new stepmom.”
Jim and Gail liked to stay at BnB’s when they traveled. It was often more a more romantic setting, and they enjoyed meeting other couples, rather than the weary business travelers they would meet at hotels.
They booked a long weekend vacation along the Pacific Coast, north of San Diego. They checked into their bed and breakfast, and Jim immediately noticed a pretty, tall and surprisingly busty Asian woman. For some reason, Jim couldn’t take his eyes off of her as they checked in. He watched her as she sat there in her bikini, flipping through a magazine in the BnB’s lobby.
Gail asked the proprietor a series of questions, as she often did, as her husband tried to be subtle as he glared at the tall, pretty Asian woman. When her husband showed up, an average height, slightly younger, but muscular American man, Jim was disappointed. He didn’t know what he was hoping might happen, but he was somehow sad to see that she was married.
In their room, Gail teased him, “You should dial back the staring,” she said. Gail was never a jealous wife, so he knew she was teasing more than anything.
Later that evening, as Jim and Gail were looking for a place to eat near the beach, they ran into the other couple. The other couple introduced themselves as Kaori and Matt. It was Gail who suggested they have dinner together.
They hit it off as a group and spent the next few days together, going to the beach, having meals, sightseeing around town. The only times they were apart were at night and the occasional mid-afternoon break. Both times were filled with mad, honeymoon-like sex. Although two rooms separated the couples, Jim and Gail could hear Kaori’s high pitched orgasms through the thin walls and Kaori and Matt tried not to giggle as Gail’s deep, low moans accompanied the violent slamming of their headboard.
One morning, Jim went out for his morning run on the beach. When he got back, it was Kaori waiting for him in his and Gail’s room. “Oh, hey!” Jim said, wondering why she was sitting there in nothing but a bikini and an unbuttoned blue shirt.
Jim was trying not to stare and her gorgeous, full breasts as he spoke. He grabbed a towel and mopped the sweat from his run off of himself. “Oh, is Gail in the bathroom?” he suggested, knowing she wasn’t. “Did we have plans for the beach today?” he said, knowing they hadn’t made plans.
Kaoir smiled and stood up to approach Jim. She wrapped her long, delicate arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “Matt and your wife are off doing their own thing,” Kaori whispered. The hair on the back of his neck stood up as his cock twitched to life. “I thought we could, too,” she said, her lips close enough to Jim’s that he could feel her breath on him.
“Well, I uh, but…” Jim staggered. Jim was panicked, thinking through the situation. He knew that Gail went out for fresh fruit while he was running and in his mind, she was about to walk in on them.
“Come on…” Kaori purred. “You know you want to…” her lips were impossibly close to his now.
As her lips were about to press into his, she slumped down defeatedly. She was laughing easily as the sound that broke her spell found Jim’s ears. It was Gail’s low, guttural moan, coming from Matt’s room.
“Damn!” Kaori laughed, resting her hand on Jim’s chest. “I wanted to see if you’d go through with it without knowing Gail had already agreed,” she laughed.
“Wh…what’s going on?!?” Jim said, still trying to catch up. Kaori pushed him onto the bed.
“Your wife suggested a little swap for the rest of the week,” she said, climbing on top of Jim on the bed. “She is *really* into Matt. We all kinda knew you weren’t gonna say know,” she chuckled as she untied her bikini, finally revealing her gorgeous, soft breasts.
Anna visited the small boutique after her friend, Rachel, had told her she should give it a try. The store was miles out of the way in a small town Anna had never been. Anna couldn’t understand why her friend was so keen on the place. It was a nice, open store, but clothes were nothing special and the prices were a little higher than Anna was used to.
She called her friend from the store. “Rachel…Am I missing something?” she asked. “Why did you like this place so much?”
“Are you there now?” Rachel asked excitedly. “Is there a big guy alone behind the counter? His name is Max.”
Anna looked over and saw the man. She noticed he was watching her carefully. “Yeah,” Anna whispered.
“Oh! I’m jealous,” Rachel squealed. “Here’s what you do…shoplift something.”
“What?!?” Anna was caught off guard. She had never told her friend about her secret little addiction. “I’m not going to…”
“Just do it, Anna,” Rachel practically barked through the phone. “Trust me!”
After she hung up, Anna thought about it. She finally decided to let her curiosity win and surreptitiously grabbed a scarf and slipped it into her bag. She looked over her shoulder and met the store owner’s eyes.
“HEY!” Max barked at her. Anna cowered as the large man stormed over to her, grabbing her arm and forcing the scarf out of her purse. “We have a way of dealing with you soccer mom thieves,” he growled as he dragged her into the back room and slipped a smelly rag over her mouth and Anna passed out.
A short while later, Anna was shackled in the basement. Her arms were spread, but she noted thankfully her clothes were still on. She could faintly hear other customers milling around in the shop above. Max approached her, unzipping his jeans and pulling his massive cock out of his briefs.
“You’re gonna learn a lesson about taking other people’s property,” he growled, stuffing his cock into her mouth. Anna screamed and moaned as he forced his cock down her throat. “You like taking things?! Here, take this. All of it!” Max continued lecturing her as he forced his cock deep into her throat.
Anna was surprised to find her pussy was aching for relief, but Max had pulled his cock out of her mouth and disappeared behind her. As Anna knelt there, gasping for air, her large breasts heaving, she wondered if Max was done with her. She was surprised that the thought that it was over made her sad.
Suddenly, she felt him behind her. His hand slipped under her ass and a long, thick finger slipped easily into her wet pussy. “Looks like you still need some lessons,” he growled. Anna came as the stronger’s massive cock split her pussy lips and he began railing into her.
“You’re just like that whore Rachel,” Max growled as Anna came around from her first orgasm. “She didn’t need any lube either.”
A few days later, Anna made the trip to Max’s store. She hadn’t told Rachel what had happened. In fact, she had lied and said she didn’t take anything. She spotted Max behind the counter again and clumsily tried to steal a large sweater. Max grabbed her and chloroformed her again.
She woke up and was surprised to find herself bent over a padded sawhorse. Her clothes had been stripped off and her legs were shackled and spread. “Looks like you two know each other,” Max growled from behind Anna.
Anna twisted her neck just enough to see behind her. It was her friend Rachel, gagged and hogtied and wearing a massive two-way strapon. “Let’s see who teaches who,” Max said, forcing Rachel into Anna’s cunt.
Kansas native Brittany Elizabeth (32JJJ-28-36, W:H ratio 0.78, 5 ft 8 in, 121 lbs, 1983- ). Brittany describes herself as “3500 cc’s of big titty fun.” (For the curious, that’s a little over 1½ quarts EACH!)
You’ve heard the expression “the camera loves that woman.” It doesn’t apply to anyone more than it applies to South Asian-Indian model Carla White (aka Devi, aka Sabine, aka Dakini, 36EE-28-36, W:H ratio 0.78, 5 ft 6 in, 125 lbs). Carla was born in Oakland, California on February 15, 1986.
Russian model Tanya Song (40FF-24-36, W:H ratio: 0.67, 5 ft 6 in, 121 lbs, 1987- ), original in color. It’s hard to believe but Tanya retired from modeling all the way back in 2010.
South Asian-Indian model Carla White (36F-28-36, W:H ratio 0.78, 5 ft 6 in, 125 lbs, aka Devi, aka Sabine, aka Dakini) was born in Oakland, California on February 15, 1986.
