Date: Tue, 30 Nov 2004 21:13:35 +0800 From: Aussie Teacher Subject: OUTBACK FUN - PART 1 This story contains a mixture of types of sex from straight, bi-sexual, 3-somes. If you are offended by any of this, or it is illegal in your area to read this, then please leave or hit the "Back Space" now. Names have been changed to protect the persons mentioned. The majority of this story is fact, but some parts have come from different times over a 3 year period, or else have been embellished for a more erotic read. ========================================================== It was back in the '90s that Joyce and I decided to go into business. We came across a lease for a small country Hotel in the western part of our state. We had been having a few problems beginning to surface in our relationship, as well as some being caused by our kids. We thought this would be a good way to sort out the problems, by getting away from it all, as well as out to a new area where were had no one to turn to except each other. It was a good plan. Unfortuneatly just as we were to move in and take control, our youngest son took very ill and needed to be hospitalized. I went ahead alone and Joyce was to follow as soon as she could. A few weeks later she called me and said that it would not be for at least 6 months, before she and the son would arrive. We talked over the phone often and discussed how the business was going, the new people I had met, what the town etc., was like. Eventually the subject got around to sex, or more importantly, what we should do about sex while apart for so long. It did not take her long to suggest that we should try and have discreet affairs until we were together again, and that it should keep us happy. I knew then that she had already started sleeping with someone else, and she just wanted me to think it was my idea. At the time I was getting up at 7am to get the business ready to open each day, and it never closed until midnight 6 days a week. This only gave me time to sleep, and not to look for sex. At the end of the first month, my eldest boy who was 20 at the time, had broken up with his girlfriend, so decided to lob on the doorstep for a visit. He ended up staying full-time and began to work for me, to take some pressures off. As he was young, tall, well built and good looking, and most of my customers were out-of-work indiginous people, he became very popular real quick. Also the fact he was the publicans son, certainly made them think he could help their drinking habits. Soon business was doing better as many young people, especially young girls were coming in for a few drinks. It did not take long before many of the locals were spending all their money, and then asking if they could have credit. I started to get wicked ideas real quick. One night a young "local" came in at closing time and asked could she get a few beers on credit. As the indiginous people only get paid once a fornight, and most "blow" the money on beer and drugs, I knew it was would not worth taking chances with credit for most. From a box of 24 small beers, she began to drop her request. First to 12, then 6, but I kept saying no as it was too much of a risk. Eventually she said if I gave her 2 large bottles of beer, she would let me fuck her. Damn, my cock jumped at that, but luckily my other brain was stil in control. Any woman who will let me fuck them for around $3 is certainly not going to be clean enough for my cock. Mind you, she did look nice though, even if totally drunk. There was one woman, about 38 years old, who was very nice looking, had a nice figure as well, she was a respectable woman who was married to a "white" guy, and they had a few kids. She came into my hotel only after one of her daughters began to go out with my son. Slowly, more and more of the family came in as well. We (Dolly) got along quite well, and soon I realised that if I were to start an affair, she would be ideal, only she was married. What I did not know was that she had seperated a few months ago, and this was why she could now come out and drink some nights of the week. We became closer and closer, and we began to talk a little more "dirty" at times, things were looking up. But then one of her daughters spoilt it for me, she came and told me that her mother was looking for some extra part time work, and thought I may have a job. I certainly did, and after speaking with her, I offered her a job as well as one of my small hotel rooms, so she had a place to stay. As I had no intention of starting a relationship with an employee, as well as being a local person, I decided that it best to forget my cock, and concentrate on just having her here to help. Dolly was to start the following Monday morning, and on the Sunday I had taken a day off and my son was looking after the bar. He called me on the house phone and said Dolly needed to speak to me, so I suggested she come to my flat at the back, and we could talk and have a coffee. She needed to check on work times, what she was to do, if she could also learn to pour beers etc., and then we just sat and chatted for about 2 or 3 hours. It was then that she surprised me when she explained that she had been apart from her husband for some time, she thought I was a nice guy, and also discreet. She asked me point blank if I wanted to fuck her. Damn! My cock was trying to poke its head out and take a look at this new offer. I explained that whilst I did find her desireable, did have dreams of fucking her, it just would not be proper for the "boss and employee" to get caught up in that. Also, I told her that as my son was due to close up soon, he would come out and find us, then his mother would know. Now I knew that Joyce had already said we should do this, I also knew that she must have been fucking someone by now, but the problem was, Joyce had said she would never let me fuck her again, if I ever fucked a black woman. But this I could not tell Joyce, I had to keep this to myself. After explaining this to her, Dolly just got up and walked out my door, so I gathered that she was off to find another target. I was wrong. A few minutes later she was back again, this time she grabbed my hand and said she wanted me in bed now. I again tried to tell her that I could not as my son was due out soon. She just laughed and said that she had just been and told him not to come to the flat, as she needed a fuck, and she intended on having me fuck her. My son apparently said she should never have said that as he did not need to know, and that he would just throw the keys in and go out for the night. It did not take her long at all to have herself, and me, both naked and onto the bed. She was like a nun of 30 years finally leaving the order and getting her first cock. She was all hands and mouth, all over my body. She did not seem to want me to do anything except lay there and let her have her way. By the time I was ready to cum she stopped fucking me and said that for the first time, she wanted to "taste" me. She took my built up load down her throat without spilling a drop, before continuing to suck and play and get me hard once more. She ended up staying until around 3 am and we fucked many times before she had her fill, and then she left. When we opened for business the next day it was hard to keep my eyes off of this vixen, as well as my hands, but I had to maintain an air of just boss and worker for her and my sakes. Dolly only worked 4 days a week, and on those days she would end up in my bed and put in some "overtime". I had a perfect situation going for me. As she lived in one of my rooms, we had breakfast and lunch together, as well as work, and no one was any the wiser as to what was happening between us. Her name was safe in this town. Unfortunately, one of her relatives had a problem, so a few months later she had to quit and move to another town to help out. I was back to being alone and not having a hole for my pole". Business still kept me busy, and as such I got to meet and become friends with many of the locals. Eventually, even a lot of the "whites" began to drink at my hotel, they had heard that I ran a peaceful place and did not tolerate any "shit" from whites or blacks. To me, customers were people, and there were two kinds of people, good and bad. If they were in the latter category, they were banned. Some times on the quiet nights (Monday and Thursday), I would invariably have just one of two people in the bar, and I would shut the curtains, lock the doors, and then just sit and have a few beers with them. It was on one such time that I was having a few drinks with a local guy who worked in the unemployment department. He was responsible for payments to many of my customers. As he had been drinking for about 4 hours, and I had just begun, he was drunk, and I was only a little tipsy, when he became a little annoyed and said how he hated all the talk around town about him. I was intrigued, so I asked him to explain as I had not heard a bad word about him. He (Paul) went on eventually to tell me how many people kept calling him a "poof, faggot, horses hoof" etc. I told him that it was just his position, it was a way of people venting their anger at government workers and that he should just ignore it. He kept on about this for some time and would not stop. I told him if he kept this up, even I would begin to think that way as well. I asked him why was it affecting him this way, when he said it was because he was, and had tried to keep his life a secret. Shit! I never would have suspected. He was first introduced to me by a few other guys I had met in town, and all of them seemed as straight as the next guy. I asked if they were as well, but he said no, and that none of them knew about him either. When he finally calmed down I asked him why he had told me his dark secret, me, a person who was new in town, the one who sat and talked with so many people from all walks of life. He shocked me by saying it was because he "fancied" me, and he wanted me to go to bed with him. I was shocked, why had he picked me, did I look queer or such. Mind you, I was also feeling a little honoured that he seemed to think so highly of me and trusted me with his secret. After gaining my composure again, I told him how nice and flattering his offer was, but also that I was not interested in guys (well he did not have to know I had been earlier ), and that there was no way another guy was ever going to stick his cock in my arse. I nearly chocked when he said he did not care, he just wanted my "new, fresh and white" meat up his arse. This of course put a whole new slant on things. After a few more drinks I told him that if I got any drunker, I wouldn't care if its a guy or gal, as my cock was straining to get into a hole, and any hole would do soon. With that we both laughed and had a few more drinks. I did not realise when he first came in that he had driven here. I assumed he had walked or come by taxi. I was getting ready to call it a night and asked how he would get home and he said he would drive. Now there was no way I could let him drive, if for no other reason than me getting into trouble with the police if they stopped him. He was way to gone to drive, and maybe even to walk in his condition. I was well over the limit so could not offer to drive him either. I called for the solitary taxi in the town, but they had shut down for the night. I did not realise it was 2 am by now. There was no other choice but to offer him a bed for the night. As the rooms were all booked, there was only the beds in my flat that were waiting for my kids to arrive, so I offered him one of them. He fell onto the bed when we got to the room and I thought he had passed out. I decided to shower before bed as I would not get much chance in the morning as it was so late. When I returned to my room, I turned the light off as I entered and, taking the towel from around myself, I slipped under the covers. A few moments after this I felt a hand grabbing my cock. I sat up with a fright, turned on the bedside lamp, and saw that Paul was naked on the other side of the bed. I started to go off at him but he just laughed and said he did not care, he just needed me to fuck his arse for him. It did not mean I was queer, he said, just turn off the lights and think of him as a woman letting me fuck her arse. Well I had to admit that I had been feling horny lately since Dolly had left, and as there were no other choices, I may as well let my cock have some fun. Because he was pretty drunk, I knew it was no use trying to say much just yet, there would be time in the morning to justify my actions. I leant across and took his cock into my mouth and began to suck on him, and he soon moved and did the same to mine. Once I was erect he got onto his knees and began begging me to fuck him hard and fill him deep. I reached across to get a rubber and he protested that he wanted to feel my cock and have me cum in his arse. Well the idea seemed fine to me, and with someone I knew better I maybe would have, but this was someone unknown basically to me, so I decided to use the rubber. When I tried to get the KY gel open he just laughed and said I would not need that with him, as his arse was open and ready most days. Now I have had sex a few times in the past with other guys, and they were always nice and tight, and felt like a virginal young girls pussy, but Pauls arse was certainly well used as my cock slipped in without a problem. I guessed at first because of the slight gel on the rubber, but once inside his arse I had trouble feeling it on all sides of my cock at the one time. I had to keep changing positions and angles so as all of my cock got to feel pleasure. He on the other hand he did not seem to complain, instead he kept asking me to keep changing positions as it gave him such feelings deep inside. After pounding in and out of his man pussy for what seemed like an eternity, I told him I was ready to cum. He said if I would not fuck his arse bare back, then he wanted me to cum in his mouth so he could enjoy the tase. I withdrew, took off the rubber and stuck my cock back into his mouth where he sucked away untill I emptied my load down his throat. The feeling was great for me so I decided to finish his meat off and I went down and sucked him untill he indicated he was ready to cum. I told him I would take his load, but I would not swallow, but he pulled his cock from my mouth and asked if he could at least cum over my arse. I was surprised at first, but decided why not. I got on my knees and said to cum over me to his hearts content. At first he was playing with his cock as well as running the head from the top of my arse, down to below my crack. But then he became more assertive and began to try and insert it into my crack. I was going to stop him totally, but instead just told him if he was going to try and do that, then he better have a rubber on or else there was no chance. He reached across to my packet, but unluckily for him, it was empty, and he did not have one in his wallet. He was not happy with this and tried pleading with me to let him fuck me anyway, but I refused to budge. He then said it was ok but he still wanted to cum over my arse. He once again began to pull his dick and run it all over my arse, but he still insisted on trying to stick it in me. I dropped down, rolled over and took his cock back in my mouth and started to suck once more. Soon after this started he was pumping faster and faster, and soon he blew in my mouth. At least he was happy that he had been fucked, and as well he had spent his juice as well in a warm hole, even if it was not an arse. The next morning I got up while he slept, I cleaned the business so it was ready to open, and went back and woke him up. When he opened his eyes I straight away began to abuse him for comming on to me so strongly. He was apologetic from the start, saying he did not remember what happened, or even where he was. I told him he had driven to the pub, got plastered, so I gave him a bed for the night. I then told him that after I had fallen asleep, he took advantage of me and I had woken to find him sucking my cock and he had been groping me and would not desist. This made him look so shameful that he appologised over and again and then asked me what happened as his arse felt like it had been entered. I laughed and said that while I considered myself straight, a fuck was a fuck, and a hole is a hole, so I fucked him. He asked if he fucked me, so I told him no, and that no one ever would. He thanked me and said sorry once more and left. To be continued........................ If you like the story so far, please feel free and write to me, as I enjoy getting feedback from readers.