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I work for a multinational company and part of my job required me to travel to Europe on a regular basis. In Holland I dealt with this consulting firm and one of the consultants assigned to me was this woman. She was slight, dark hair, a little dark complected to be Dutch although she told me she was Dutch, she was pretty in a sort of off the cuff way. She was smart and well educated and for this one day we spent most of the day together, she asked the questions and I answered. I asked her to lunch and we went about a block away to this small shop for a sandwich and a soup and then back to work for her to gather more information. She was formal but friendly but sent off vibes that she was not interested or available for dating. I asked her to go out to dinner and she refused.

The next day I am back at the consultants office and this time I am working with this Dutch lawyer, he is definitely Dutch tall and slim and speaks English very well, he worked for a while in New York, obviously several levels above the girl of the day before. Again during lunch we go to the same sandwich shop and I ask him about her and I told him she didn't look Dutch. I get the story of how many immigrants are in Holland now and she is Dutch but her parents are from Turkey. Mother and father, she is one of six sisters, all born in Holland so they are Dutch.

After work I am at my hotel and as I have her phone number I decide to send her a text, just hello, thinking of you, thanks for the work session the day before. In a second I get an answer thank you and how am I doing. Well I answer that I am not doing well, I am alone at this hotel and I don't have any idea where to go to eat and I hate eating alone. Second text one second later, if she would accept my invitation, eat dinner with me, her choice of where. Well she agreed to meet, she gave me the address and I caught a cab and met her at the appointed hour. She is there with her younger sister, who looks just like her. She is polite and the sister hardly talks, only answering direct questions and I do get out of her where she went to school and that she had never been the States. I tell her that the States has a huge investment in Holland and that my grand uncle had fought in the Battle of the Bulge. Ancient history, she didn't know anything about that. So I told her, well the fact is that Americans came over to Holland to die for the Dutch and they were buried in Holland. That broke the ice and she told me about her parents, they were Christians and persecuted in Turkey and that is why they had gone to Holland.

Six sisters, all within about nine years, all born in Holland, her father drove a taxi and then got a job working for a construction company and now that he was older he worked at a factory that made high precision equipment, but she and her sisters had gone to college but living alone until they are married. The conversation was so fluid and I said well the best thing in the world was mixing people up, and it sure would be nice to get mixed up with her, she made my blood run hot. She was embarrassed and her little sister shocked but I kept pushing and told her that she was hot and I could really use some loving on her side and if her sister wanted to come I was open to it. Things got really hot after that, a lot of arguing but I stayed on point telling her that I wanted her to come back to the hotel with me, bring her sister and show me why I needed to experience sex with a Turkish girl. I took her hand and kissed her, and then kissed her sister. Angry she said they were leaving and angry I said I wanted her to come back to the hotel with me.

We paid and walked out of the restaurant, I took her in my arms and kissed her right there on the street, and when I stopped I grabbed her sister and kissed her too. I took her by the hand and we walked a couple of blocks to this queue with taxis and told them to get in and we went to the hotel. In the hotel they followed until I was at my room and escorted them in. I kissed her solidly on the mouth and then kissed the sister. I sat on the bed and pulled her over and started to undress her. She was doing fine until I got to her underwear and then she didn't want to continue. Her sister was easier, she let me take her underwear off and then her older sister let me take her underwear off. I got undressed and opened the bed and asked them to get on the bed and I went straight to sucking tits, with my hand looking for their pussy. Both girls were totally creamy white beneath their clothes, and neither girl had any grooming of their upper legs or pussy. Fucking them came easy, they were compliant and fucked. Neither was comfortable with any sort of oral sex, but they did allow and gave themselves to having their boobs played with and kissing and sucking on their nipples, they both fucked openly.

After I had fucked them both I turned on one lamp across the room and we talked in bed. We talked more about their backgrounds and growing up in Europe, they were Dutch in their thinking and sex wasn't new to them both having been sexually active since their mid teens. They liked Dutch boys or men and they did not like Turkish or Arab men. They did like sex. It was midnight and they said that they should be going home so we got dressed and I walked them to the lobby and got them a cab and kissed them goodnight. For the next couple of years when I went to Holland we hooked up and had sex, I invited her to come see me in the States and after a year she agreed to come alone and we had a great ten days together. Marriage was a so so thing, she and her sisters are not into the Turkish woman marriage, but she did say that maybe she would but maybe she wouldn't. It meant leaving her family and her little sister. The ringer was getting her residency and citizenship in the States. She blends in quite well, her English has become more American and she has a job with an investment bank as an analyst. Her sister comes to visit and she is not quite a wild thing, but she is aggressive for attention and she wants to have sex. The good news is that she stays close to home and doesn't go out for it.

She will turn 29 this year and her sister turns 23. This marriage is open and closed at the same time, with her sister yes with any other woman no. Her parents are really far away both physically and socially, there is not really anything in common with them. Marriage has made sex mandatory and never spontaneous. What was a wild experimental thing is now obligatory, the only time we have experimental sex is when her sister is here and she gets competitive but oral sex is still not an accepted thing with them.

  • After being married for three years I can tell you that as a man there is something unholy with expecting me to do laundry, clean and cook. No question that man was not made for that, give me a car or a lawnmower and I am off to the races, give me a dishcloth or a laundry basket and I am out of here. She, not me, is the wife. Period.

    I have a one bedroom condo which I bought with money that my grandmother left me. It is small but not diminute. I have a small den, and a large living area with a modern kitchen, I have assigned garage parking and a nice outside deck that overlooks the green space behind the complex. I am 32 and a software engineer by trade and a bar owner and manager by choice. All is well in my world and then one night in comes my college girlfriend, fresh off the boat from going back to the home country to meet the extended family.

    In my world she is what every hot blooded man wants, if you don't know her and know that she is crazy. Hi, she says hey can you put me up for a couple of days, I need a place to crash. That was it, she just needed a place to crash. As a past girlfriend she saw no reason under the sun to sleep on the couch. As a past girlfriend she moved in, hung her clothes up in the closet, took one drawer in my dresser, took over the kitchen and started to spritz up the place, throw out old newspapers, vacuum, vacuum, vacuum she has a thing about dust. The TV is so hideous in the living room, and why can't I have a day job.

    The pressure to conform, she is back to stay. The little ring finger, she reminds me needs attention. And why do I have to have a bar, who wants to be sitting around until 2 a.m. waiting until I come home. No she doesn't see any need to go to work, she is doing all the work at the house anyway so why would I ask her to get a job, being a full time homemaker is a lot of work. And the ring finger? When an I going to take her and find something nice for her ring finger. Everything is not right, she says to me, I am having her live with me and it is time that I make things right. Her father is not a happy man, she is his only daughter and she is thirty and there is no ring on her finger.

    Sundays my bar is closed. She invites her father and mother for lunch, she fixes what they like, the old school way, the way her grandmother taught her when she was a child. She has everything laid out. It is time for the talk, so get serious and talk. She stars out by being nice and talking about the weather and other equally bland things and then like a serpent she strikes and says that there is something I want to talk to her parents about. so I cave under pressure. She is crazy. I said she was crazy.

    My apartment that I dearly love is too small, she wants to move closer to her parents back into little Vietnam. I grew up there and I moved out, I am not crazy about moving back. The bar has to go and so does my apartment that took me so long to find. She is a crazy woman when she doesn't get her way. I am not crazy about getting a real job working at a real company. I am not looking forward to having to grow up. It is just that if you are a hot blooded man she is what you want. The only concession she makes is that she just isn't into pants, she likes to wear dresses, so I can fake it, she lets me wear the pants in the family.

    I could have written about love and all that, but who would believe me.

  • So what! I've been sleeping naked and going around our apartment in my boxers ever since my girlfriend moved in with me over 4 years ago. It was her that let her cousin Sheila move in with us 3 months ago "until she gets back on her feet". What the hell is that supposed to mean, she's still here. My girlfriend gets pissed off knowing Sheila sees me naked a couple times a week but its their fault not mine. Sheila sleeps on the sofa bed in the living room but her clothes are in my girlfriends closet and dresser in our room. My girlfriend leaves for work by 7 am and Shelia leaves by 7:45 and I'm still in bed or just getting up. Sheila never knocks claiming she don't want to wake me but doesn't ever hesitate to look at my body. It don't bother me anymore and I intentionally expose myself to Sheila just to piss off my girlfriend. Some mornings I just fake sleeping and make sure my genitals are exposed. Funny thing is when I do that she is in my room longer and I know she is looking at me most of the time. I start to get an erection sometimes so I just roll over so she don't see me getting aroused. She don't mention how often she sees me naked as often as she did when she first moved in. My girlfriend wants me to wear boxers to sleep in but I just refuse to do it. Instead I tell her to have Sheila move out. I don't care if she sees me naked but at the same time she is also a pain in the ass.

    One thing I have learned is that one day you are going to do something you never thought you were going to do. Somethings are challenges and other things are regrets. I regretted what happened for a long time but I have come to live with it and now I think back and it wasn't so bad. At the time I was in my mid thirties with a non working wife and two kids, a mortgage, two car payments and tons of bills. Somehow we made ends meet, but just barely. So why would I put my job in jeopardy?

    I traveled as part of my job. On this trip I was going to several of the overseas regional offices and the CFO came to me and said they had hired this new employee in the Treasury Department and he had heard I was going to the overseas offices and he didn't want her to go alone and she needed to meet the managers overseas and go to the banks, so he had talked to my boss and I was told to take her.

    She was a graduate from Wharton, she came from a well to do family and she had the job through connections. 27 and single and standoffish and she didn't see herself as being of the same class as I was, maybe she even expected me to carry her bags. We got to the airport and we got our seat assignments, first to L.A. and then the long hop over to Hong Kong. She took her seat and she spoke very little with her nose in a magazine. OK this was going to be one long trip. In L.A. I talked the clerk at the airline to upgrade me to Business, I had tons of miles and we flew almost exclusively with them across the Pacific. But I could not get her upgraded, sorry but there is such a thing as tenure.

    We are on board, I am in my seat, I have a drink and damn if I don't look up and she is standing there with the God damnest face you ever saw. She had her boarding pass in her hand and she just stood there with a little girl long face and shook and said she could not sit back there. I told her that is the ticket the company bought and I had gotten upgraded because of my miles and sorry but that is where she had to sit. I walked her back to her seat and she started to cry, first a whimper, then tears then when we got to her seat she just started to shake and cry and please don't leave her there, please, please, please don't make her sit back there. Damn, she was a baby.

    After a lot of talking I got her upgraded beside me but this time I had to use my miles. I told her she owed me but she was probably going to be sitting in the back of the plane several times because we had Hong Kong, Singapore, Bangkok, Dubai, Rome, London and back to the States and I was sure we would not be upgraded on every leg and I didn't have enough miles to keep her happy. In Hong Kong we got to our hotel, got to our rooms, I told her the routine was shit, shower and shave and come on down for an early lunch and we had an appointment at 2 p.m. local time.

    She knocked on my door before I had gotten dressed, she said her dress needed to be pressed. Damn girl, what is your problem? You can't get a dress pressed in twenty minutes. I sent her back to her room and told her there was an iron in her room and to press her dress. After lunch we caught a cab and went to the regional offices, from the cab it was out and into the building. The elevator was packed, she is up against me, she grabs my hand and tells me not to let her go. She won't talk, she is stage struck or something, we make an appointment for the next morning at ten at the bank, arrange for dinner with the regional manager and we need to get this trip started.

    During the whole dinner she is leaning on me in the booth, we get back to the hotel I say good night, I am next door, get some sleep the morning starts early and jet lag kicks in. I set up for the meetings the next day, I get myself into my jet lag bedtime routine, blackout curtains, blackout mask, and she knocks on the door. Now what? She is scared, she doesn't want to be alone. Look that is where I lost it, she is this big time MBA with connections and she is a two year old with me. I yell at her, well I raise my voice, she breaks down and cries again, what do I do? Invite her to sleep with me? Is that it, she wants to be held? What am I going to do with a 27 year old girl in my bed? I told her if I got a hard on I wasn't responsible for what happened. One minute in the bed with her long hair on the pillow and her Daddy hug me look and I had a hard on. She just let me take off her gown, her panties and her bra and get on top. Her legs spread open, her arms went around my neck and she hung on. When it was time to unload I asked her if she was big girl because I was going to unload in her because I didn't play high school and I let it all go in her. Then she turned in my arms and we fell asleep and missed the appointment the next day.

    That is how I got in trouble with this girl, that is how she became the girlfriend at work, that is how she just let herself get pregnant, that is how she told her father that she was in love and that is when I got called on the carpet by the CEO and he asked me what the hell happened. I must have talked fast, I told him just what happened and what would he have done with that babe in his bed? Who turns down a girl like that? You just don't turn down that kind of girl. Maybe once or twice in your life you get a chance at that kind of girl, maybe. I didn't lose my job but I had to look after her and tell my wife who took it bad and almost came to divorce. The problem with this kind of a girl is she gets to you and now she is yours, hook, line and sinker.

    Like I said for the longest time I had regrets, I hurt my wife something awful and only because of economic necessity she stuck around, somehow I don't know how once the baby was born my wife stopped being so upset and 'opened' her heart to the baby, maybe because she is the one that took care of the baby during the day. I had regrets for the longest time, I was stupid, I put my job on the line, I put my marriage and family on the line, I got involved with another woman who was there to stay, I had regrets. But time does things to you and once a girl is in your heart she is there to stay and that is what I told my wife, I didn't want her in my heart but she was in my heart and that baby just made it worse. It has been a challenge all these years, the baby is a man now and he is out there making himself indispensable to his girlfriend and his mother took her place in my heart and never moved out. It has been a challenge, but today no regrets. I retired from my company as CEO two years ago and when two young people fell in love I have kept my mouth shut, who am I to tell them what is right and wrong, they have to figure it out.

  • I'm bi sexual and I love sounding, aka urethral play. I love inserting sounds into my cock and then jerking my cock or having a guy or girl jerk me off until I explode with the sound buried deep inside my cock. I finally found another guy online that also enjoyed sounding. We don't live very close to each other, so we don't get together very often.

    One night he sent me a video of two guys sharing the same sound. I sat there with my cock getting harder by the moment to see the head of their cocks swallow the shiny sound. The tip of their cocks met about halfway.

    The stroked their cocks, taking turns stroking each other with the sound buried deep inside their hard cocks. Minutes passed and the one guy began to moan, his cum squirted out a moment later. The second guy stroked his cock quickly, pulling back slightly to see the shiny metal sound they shared. He grunted and cum began to shoot out of his cock a few seconds later.

    Before I responded to the video I had to go masturbate,I was so tuned on by the video. I sent an email to my friend telling him how much I was turned on by the video and how much I wanted to try this with him. He responded by telling me he wanted us to do it also but he wanted to to take it a step further.

    I asked him what he had in mind and he told me he would just rather surprise me if I was willing to give it a try? I was a bit unsure but he told me he was almost positive that I would like the idea as much as he did once he showed me what he had in mind.

    It would be about two months before we were able to meet. We picked a hotel about halfway between our homes and picked a Saturday night to meet. We hooked up and checked into the hotel room.

    We began to play, getting our cocks nice and hard. Bob opened the pouch with his metal sounds and we began to insert each end into our hard cocks. After a few minutes I was ready to bust a nut, Bob telling me not to cum just yet. Bob stepped back and slipped his hard cock from the sound, then taking the end and pulling it out of my throbbing cock.

    He reached into the pouch and pulled out what appeared to be a long clear plastic straw. It was exactly that Bob told me. He said he had seen a video and it gave him the idea for us to try. Bob used a alcohol wipes and cleaned the thick plastic straw. Bob looked at me and smiled and told me were were going to give each other a hot load.

    With a lot of lube Bob inserted the end of the clear straw into his semi hard cock. I stood there and watched the plastic straw disappear into his cock. Bob lubed the other end of the clear straw and guided the end towards me. Taking the slippery end of the hard plastic straw I inserted it into my cock.

    It took a few moments but I was able to slide the hard plastic straw into my cock. We both began to work it deep into our cocks, soon the head of our cocks were touching. We began to stroke our cocks, taking turns to stroke the each other as well.

    We took our time, playing and teasing each other. Pulling our cocks back on the straw and then pushing forward until the head of our cocks touched once again. We did this several times and then I felt the sensation of wanting to cum. Bob was stroking my cock at the moment and I couldn't hold back.

    My throbbing cock began to spasm and I moaned rather loudly. Bob told me to "look" as I started to cum. Bob pulled back, there was about an inch of the hard plastic straw exposed now. Suddenly I came, my cum shot through the plastic straw. I suddenly realized what was actually taking place.

    I cannot tell you the erotic sensation I felt at that moment. I was cumming and shooting my hot load into Bob's cock. I tried to jerk my cock as fast as I could with the hard plastic straw buried inside of my cock. I wanted to empty all of my load into Bob's big cock. I just watched the straw with my cum inside.

    Bob was fisting his cock feverishly and he moaned so loud it made me jump. Suddenly the straw filled with his cum and mine too, the cum shooting towards my cock. By the time we were spent I could barely stand, my legs were like rubber. We milked our cocks together, trying to get every drop out.

    Bob backed away slowly, pulling the straw out of his cock. I Still had the straw deep inside of my cock. Bob reached over and slowly pulled the straw out of my cock now. The straw was coated inside with our cum. How much cum went inside I have no idea but I was so fucking turned on I couldn't wait to do it all over again!