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*****

I was new to the talent industry. My background in business and office management was strong, but I was completely clueless when it came to the entertainment field. When my new boss suggested I attend a public talent search, I jumped at the chance. Of course, it meant being out of town over the weekend, and because I hated traveling alone, I invited a girlfriend to tag along.

The talent search itself was about as exciting as attending a college orientation. The days were long, the interviews tedious, and the so-called talent numbered roughly one in ten thousand. By the end of the first day, we were both exhausted.

We rallied enough to have a late dinner and drinks together at a five-star restaurant near the hotel where we were staying. At the time, there was nothing notable about the evening, but it would come to pass that against astronomical odds, I would run into an individual who would have an indirect impact on my life.

Gina and I were having after-dinner drinks when I happened to glance at a couple seated nearby. I recognized the woman not as someone I knew, but someone I had seen earlier in the day. She was average looking, in her early forties, with short dark hair.

Her companion was an older stout man who represented himself as a small-time producer during the talent search. I wouldn’t have noticed either of them had they not been present at the search. The one thing that struck me as odd about them was how cozy they seemed. Most older couples don’t usually make a public display of their affection.

When he kissed her, I couldn’t help but feel a small pang of jealousy. The kiss was long and passionate. It had been quite some time since a man had kissed me that way. When the kiss ended, the woman turned her head and looked directly at me. I looked away quickly, embarrassed that I had inadvertently intruded on their moment of romantic bliss.

I immediately dismissed the incident and it was forgotten. At least for the time being.

*****

I stopped at the door to the acting studio and glanced up at the blinking red light overhead. It signaled filming was in progress, and I hesitated before cautiously opening the door and quietly stepping inside. I waited patiently, papers in hand, while the director continued his instructions to the cast.

Mr. Micheli turned his head in my direction and frowned. He had lost the attention of his audience as they were all staring expectantly at me. “What is it? Didn’t you see the red light on?” he snapped at me.

“May I have a word with you, sir?” I asked softly. Performance artists are temperamental in general. I had learned not to let their façade of rudeness dissuade me.

He nodded sharply and took several long strides towards me. “Make it quick, please. We’re in the middle of rehearsals.”

I cut to the chase. “You requested use of the center on these days,” I said, displaying the papers for his inspection. “I’m afraid the studio is unavailable for those particular days.”

“Impossible! I need those dates and only those dates. Reschedule someone else.” Already his focus was back to the cast as he barked orders at them, instead of listening to my explanation.

“I’m afraid you don’t understand, sir. We can’t reschedule anyone else.”

He turned his head slowly to look at me again. His dark eyes were piercing as he spoke. “I’m afraid you are the one who doesn’t understand, young lady. I begin teaching at the university again after that weekend, and I need the use of the studio before then. Just do your job and reschedule the other people,” he demanded hoarsely. “Never mind! I’ll speak to Richard about it myself in the morning. Go away now. I’m busy!”

I had been effectively dismissed. I sighed with resignation and let myself out of the studio.

I had only been working for Richard a short time, four months to be precise. Not everyone involved with the agency knew who I was, or the position I held. Being more reserved than most, I went out of my way to keep a low profile. My official title was Center Director, and I answered to no one other than Richard who did little to override my day to day decisions in running the business.

The acting department of the agency had undergone extensive changes over the past few months. It was headed by James who made all decisions based upon my approval. It was improbable that Richard would overrule any decision James made and I approved, but Mr. Micheli was naively unaware of that fact.

*****

The following morning, Richard met with me in my office to discuss business over coffee. He chuckled as I described my brief and unsuccessful meeting with Mr. Micheli the night before.

“Richard, the weekend he requested is ‘Showcase Weekend’. We have three casting directors flying in from Los Angeles for the showcase. Now, I’m sorry, but Mr. Micheli does not take priority over that,” I stated with a firm shake of my head.

“He didn’t even bother to discuss Anadolu Yakası Escort it with James first. He flew off the handle at me, and I guess, decided to go over my head to you about it.”

“Speak of the devil,” Richard grumbled with a smug look as he peered through the blinds into the reception area. “He’s here.”

A moment later, there was a sharp rap on the office door. “Come in,” Richard called.

The door opened and Marc Micheli came striding purposefully into the office. Marc was a tall, lean and muscular man in his early forties. His black hair was beginning to tinge with grey at the temples and his dark eyes and swarthy complexion added to his mystique. On those rare occasions when he wasn’t snapping and snarling, he had an attractive smile.

While we had not been formally introduced, we had encountered one another, passing in the corridors or unexpectedly meeting in the break-room now and then. There was one incident that came about when I was transferring files from one storage cabinet to another; I inadvertently dropped a stack of important records and stopped short to bend over and pick them up.

Marc was exiting James’ office and he literally rear-ended me. Except for his quick reflexes, the force of our collision would have toppled me onto my head, but he steadied me by grabbing my hips. My clumsiness embarrassed me to the point that afterwards, I avoided looking him directly in the eyes. Up until the day before, that was the full extent of our contact.

Marc stopped short at the sight of me sitting in the seat behind the Center Director’s desk. “I’m sorry, Richard. I didn’t know you had company,” he hesitated as he frowned at me.

“Oh, it’s quite alright, Marc. I wouldn’t exactly call Cindy ‘company’. I guess you two haven’t met yet,” Richard said still looking smug. “Cindy this is Marc, one of our acting directors. Marc, this is Cindy. She’s the Center Director now,” Richard explained.

Marc stiffened, and surprise was clearly etched in his expression. “Center Director? You mean…” he began to stammer nervously.

“That’s right, Marc. I mean…meet your new boss,” Richard chuckled softly. “Cindy, I believe we’ve concluded our business for the morning. I think I’ll get out of your hair and let you two become better acquainted,” Richard said as he gave me a wink and turned up the last swallow of coffee in his cup.

“But, Richard…” Marc sputtered in response.

“Marc, for all practical purposes, I’m retired now. Anything you feel you need to discuss with me, you can now discuss with Cindy. She’s proved herself more than capable of speaking on my behalf,” Richard said firmly.

“Oh, but there is one thing, Marc. Your request for staff to fill the empty roles in your next workshop? I believe it begins this coming Monday,” Richard said with a worried look. “The only staff available to fill those spots are Gwen and Cindy. You’ll be sure you two are there, won’t you, Cindy? The acting program is depending on it,” he prompted.

“Richard, I’d really rather not,” I began to protest his suggestion while I uneasily eyed Marc. “I have too much to do around here already. I simply don’t have time to learn scripts and run lines.”

“Make time,” Richard retorted sharply over his shoulder as he flung the office door wide. “I expect you to fully support the acting program. That means, the two of you will find a way to work closely together. That’s my last official order.” He closed the door behind him leaving both Marc and I with our jaws sagging low.

Marc placed his hands on his hips and leaned his head back to stare at the ceiling. He let out a long sigh and said with resignation, “Well, I guess that’s that.”

“I guess it is,” I agreed with a sigh that matched his own frustration. “Would you care for a cup of coffee?” I asked with enthusiasm as I pushed back my chair and stood.

His attention returned to me. He narrowed his eyes somewhat and studied me in detail a moment. “Why didn’t you tell me you are my boss and not just some receptionist or secretary? Two weeks ago, you were answering phones at the front desk. You let me make a fool of myself,” he stated with obvious displeasure.

“I do a lot of things around here that aren’t in my job description. I do whatever needs doing, and that includes cleaning toilets as well as answering phones. It didn’t seem to me that you needed my help in looking foolish, Marc; I thought you did a fine job on your own. Black?” I snipped.

He scowled at me or perhaps more at my sarcasm.

I crossed the room and paused with my hand on the doorknob. “Your coffee…black?” I asked again. He nodded sharply. “Why don’t you have a seat? I’ll be back with your coffee.”

When I returned, Marc was seated in a chair across from my desk. His hands were clasped together between his knees and he was muttering aloud, seemingly to himself. He abruptly stood and cleared his throat when he heard the door hinges squeak as I entered. I was mildly impressed Pendik Escort by his manners as I placed a steaming cup of black coffee in his hands. I could feel his gaze follow me as I rounded the executive desk and seated myself behind it.

He stared at the cup in his hand for a moment. His face was flushed and he looked almost miserable as he said, “Deidre is going to kill me when she hears about this. Is there anything else I could possibly do wrong to offend you, Miss…uh?”

“Miss nothing. Call me Cindy, please. What have you done now, Marc?” I asked sounding mildly amused.

“You mean besides assuming you were a secretary? And, threatening to go over your head? Now, I’ve got you fetching my coffee! Like I said, Deidre is going to kill me,” he said dejectedly. “Why didn’t you tell me you are our new boss?”

I sat back in my chair and said, “Marc, let’s get a few things straight between us, shall we?” I could see him squirm in his chair as he looked at the floor. “You didn’t give me much of a chance to tell you anything last night. I’m not your ‘boss’. I have a title, but just between you and me, it means absolutely nothing. And, as for me getting you coffee, I’ve been bringing men coffee for most of my life. That’s nothing new for me, and it isn’t about to change now. I’ve been bringing Daniel and James coffee every morning since the day I started working here.”

“The ‘Center Director’ sign on the door along with the fact you sign my paychecks, does sort of indicate you are the boss around here,” he argued.

“I sign the checks for convenience sake, Marc. Not one penny out of my pocket goes into yours. Besides, you’re contract labor; that makes you your own boss.”

He sipped his coffee and sat back in the chair. “Deidre keeps telling me that I’m a male chauvinist pig. She’s going to kill me if she hears how stupid I’ve been,” he said shaking his head in self-recrimination. “You won’t tell her, will you?”

“I take it Deidre is your wife?” I asked with an arched brow. He nodded looking embarrassed again. “I should have guessed. Same last name and all,” I smiled weakly. “Deidre and I met last week, but I didn’t realize she was your wife. As much as I would like to gossip with her about you, I promise, I won’t say a word,” I said as I mockingly made the sign of a cross over my heart.

“I’d really appreciate that. She rags me enough about it as it is. She doesn’t need to hear about this to make me feel like a complete idiot.”

“Micheli. That’s Italian if I’m not mistaken, isn’t it?” I asked with an effort to redirect the conversation.

“Yes, very. You even pronounced it correctly. Do you speak Italian?” he asked curiously.

“No, but I’m from New Orleans. I picked up on a few of the inflections while I was there.”

“I thought New Orleans is all French-speaking people.”

“Not at all. It’s a diverse culture. I’ve known a few Italians in my time. They’re very…interesting,” I said as I averted my gaze to the schedule laying on my desk. “Now, about the use of the studio…the weekend you requested is completely out of the question, Marc. It’s ‘Showcase’ weekend.”

His frown deepened. “Oh, I see. Well, I begin teaching again the following week, so what can we do?”

“I can give you any other dates except that weekend. You can schedule for as many dates as you need, day or night, or both if you like.”

“I can stretch it into three or four sessions?”

“Certainly. Tell me what you need, and I’ll make it happen,” I assured him.

“No one has ever allowed me to use the studio for more than one session before.”

“That was the past, Marc. I’m running the show now, or haven’t you noticed the changes?”

“Now that you mention it, I have noticed some recent changes. Did you know, for the first time since I came to work here, we have complete scripts? It doesn’t take days to pull the scripts anymore either. When I come in now, my class outline and the scripts are ready and waiting for me. That’s certainly new and improved protocol,” he declared with a snort. “I asked James about it and he said you are responsible for reorganizing the entire filing system. Of course, I didn’t realize when he said ‘you’, he meant you, as in our boss.”

“I’m glad to know my efforts have paid off a little. But, would you please stop calling me your boss?” I pleaded. “It makes me uncomfortable.”

“Sorry. I’m having a little trouble seeing you as anything but the boss now.”

“Maybe it would help if you try to think of me as your assistant. I’m not here to tell you how to direct. I’m here to assist you in directing more efficiently. You shouldn’t have to worry about pulling scripts; your job is to direct and evaluate. My job is to see to it you have all the tools available to succeed…that and to bring you fresh coffee,” I laughed.

Marc smiled at me for the first time. “Is that really how you see it?” he asked looking infinitely more relaxed.

“Yes, that’s how I see it, and I’d appreciate Kurtköy Escort it if you would make the effort to see it my way, too. It will make our relationship much easier and much more pleasant.”

“Deidre doesn’t see it that way. She’s constantly reminding me of how chauvinistic I am. She gets mad when I ask her what’s for dinner for God’s sake,” he complained.

“Umm,” I murmured in sympathy. “Would you like some more coffee?” I offered. I was not eager to engage him in conversation about his wife.

Marc glanced at his nearly empty cup and grunted. “No. Thank you. I’ll get some more on my way out.” He paused before he added with vehemence, “I love my wife, but I don’t understand all this women’s lib crap these days.”

“Perhaps we’re both just a little behind the times,” I suggested quietly.

“You feel that way, too? That’s a little surprising what with you running this place now.”

“I have a great supporting staff, Marc. Most of them are men, and they make doing this job a lot easier for me. I couldn’t do my job without any one of them. James heads the acting program, of course, and Vince is my technical adviser when it comes to photography issues. Tim is my choreographer. Then there’s Kelsey, William, Ron, and yourself. You each have your own areas of expertise. I swear, sometimes, I feel like the token female around here,” I sighed.

“So, am I out of Dutch with you now?” he asked.

“You were never ‘in Dutch’ with me in the first place, Marc. Let’s just start from scratch, shall we?”

He remained uneasy but said, “I’ll look at my schedule and check with the cast. I’ll let you know tomorrow what dates and times that we need the studio.”

“That’s fine. I’ll keep all the slots open until you let me know,” I assured him. “Now, would you please get out of my office so I can get some real work done?” I teased.

He grinned and headed for the door.

“Marc?” I called as he made his exit. He paused and looked back at me over his shoulder. “Anytime you feel the need for a cup of coffee, stop by,” I said without looking up.

“You can bring me one Monday night when you show up for my workshop,” he retorted before closing the door behind him.

*****

The following day, Marc marched into my office unannounced. He laid a piece of scrap paper on the desk in front of me. I was busy reviewing accounts.

“Those are the dates and times I need the studio,” he said gruffly.

“Done!” I proclaimed without averting my attention from the records I was examining.

“You haven’t even looked at them,” he objected.

“I don’t need to look at them right now. I’m busy. Whatever they are, you’ve got them,” I said assertively. His continued presence made me glance up at him. “Was there something else? Did you want coffee?” I asked with an edge of sarcasm.

“I’ll get my own fucking coffee, thank you,” he snapped before he retreated in a huff. I laughed silently at his irritation. “Just don’t forget about the workshop,” he cautioned as he closed the door with a loud thud.

*****

Gwen and I were both reluctantly in attendance at Marc’s Monday evening workshop. We were each given a copy of the script. She and I shared a scene in a play called Laundry and Bourbon. It was written by James McClure and was set in the small Texas town of Maynard.

“Have you ever done any acting?” Marc asked as he handed me a copy of the script.

I shook my head and glanced at Gwen.

“Well, you have five minutes to read it over. We’ll do a cold reading then. Just see what you can do with it,” he said sounding dubious.

I studied the scene while we waited. When Marc called us up in front of the others to read the scene, I laid the script aside and lounged back on the risers at the foot of the stage.

I stretched my legs and crossed my ankles while I propped against the edge of the top step.

Gwen had the opening line and I casually peered at my long nails as I waited for her to begin reading. Before she could deliver the first line in its entirety, Marc suddenly waved his arms and shouted, “Cut! No, no! Cut!”

He paused in front of me with his hands on his hips and he stared down at me. I noted that his gaze flitted to my legs and where the hem of my skirt barely covered my thighs. “What are you doing?” he asked sharply.

“Me?”

“Yes, you. You’re supposed to be delivering a cold reading. The operative word in that phrase is reading. Where is your script?”

I shifted my weight and pulled the script from under my right butt cheek. I held it out for him to see. “Here it is. Do you need it for something?” I asked.

He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re supposed to use the script to reference your lines.”

“But, I don’t need the script. I know the lines.” I stifled a yawn of boredom.

Marc promptly snatched the script from my hand. “We’ll see about that,” he said rolling the script into a tube and slipping it in his back pocket. “Why are you laying all over the stage?” he demanded.

“The script says we’re supposed to be folding laundry. There’s no laundry to fold, so I interpreted the scene a little differently. I figured it would play just as well if we were lounging around drinking without folding laundry.”

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All so innocent. Such a beginning. Carla knew that was the right words. Innocent.

Carla crossed her legs as she shook out her full mane of light reddish hair. Her mane her husband Ted had branded it years ago. Thick beautiful hair that she wore long and full growing up. It had attracted her husband even when they were in high school in that brief wild sexual fling that summer after graduation. He practically worshiped that mane, loving to have her completely naked out at the lake house his parents owned.

But life interrupted. College away for him; locally for her. Phone conversations often at first, then less and less; other boys had come around and that college graduate assistant and his hands and that night after the party where he made love to her all night long. And then her best friend had set her up with the guy in their math class and he was attentive and loving and she thought she’d marry him.

But Ted came back and they went back to the cabin and she was naked again on that lovely deck and he stroked her hair.

Was it really 35 years ago that they married, her only 20, he just turned 21? Two children, a great house, a good life, no regrets. Oh, she had discovered years ago that maybe Ted didn’t quite have the same sex drive she did, but she knew how to sublimate. Parties, kid raising, events, charities and after the kids grew up, the job offer. Just some light bookkeeping work. Four days a week but she liked the work and she got better and better at it. How did she end up working directly for the CFO? And why did he tease her all the time about her ‘mane’ of hair?

It was innocent, she insisted to herself. After all, he was barely 35; she’d been married that long! But it was kind of sweet too, how he insisted that she should wear clothes that set off her hair and it had been innocent that he suggested that her figure was perfect for shorter skirts, even at her age! And the cute comment that day about her cleavage, well, it had been an accident that she had left that button undone. Hadn’t it?

Carla shook her head. All so innocent. But today? She had come into his office, several forms, a critical short-fall in the regional office. Leaning over his desk, pointing to the figures, his face slightly turned upward toward her, her breast brushed the back of his shoulder, muscular shoulder. As she left, he said it.

Didn’t he?

“Carla, light blue really is your color.”

He said that right? Only her blouse was white, her skirt, maybe a tad shorter that should be..brown. Light blue?

She sat at her desk puzzled and she reached down for the folder lying on the low coffee table in her office. Looking down. Light blue. Her bra was light blue.

Innocent really. He might have been talking about a good color on her; yes, she did look good in light blue. When had she worn light blue in the office? She racked her brain. Light blue. Her bra, frilly, lacey bra, more underwire holding up her slightly sagging breasts, but very thin, her nipples always pressing against the fabric.

It was innocent. Surely.

Two hours later he walked by her desk. God, he was good looking, she thought. Barely 35, in the CFO job less than six months. Two weeks Şerifali Escort after he got there he moved the young woman out and replaced her with Carla. Experienced, he said. Knows her way around the company. Perfect for his right arm. Big raise.

“Carla,” he said to her that Friday, only weeks ago, “You are absolutely valuable to me, but don’t dress like an old lady!”

What did that mean? She’s 55, damn it; what did he think she was, one of these young women who are always thinking of excuses to see Mike.

Mike, he insisted. Yes he was Mr. Williams to everybody else; only for her, he insisted “Mike”. Innocent

“What….” she had begun that Friday, “What do you think I should wear?”

“Oh something sexier; something that shows off that body more,” he laughed, and then quickly, almost too quickly, “Just kidding.”

Then as he left that day, “But seriously, Carla, less old lady; you look wonderful, show it!”

She had gone to the department store that weekend. Went through her traditional section, the girl waiting on her seemed bored. She moved over a section. Still business attire but….. the silk blouse between her fingers, “You’ll need a soft bra, something lacey, light to wear with that,” the girl perked up. Then a skirt, a little short but her legs did look good in it. Her dimunitive 5’2″ frame but strong legs, maybe her butt seemed a bit frumpy in it. “Thong” the girl said smiling at her.

Two then three outfits later she took them home and tried them again. No, no, she thought, too…..

And then Monday she wore a traditional outfit. Mike said nothing but.

He looked disappointed. She really didn’t want him to be disappointed.

She tried on the new outfit that evening. Ted walked in and looked at her for a second. Maybe a second look, a comment, ‘not appropriate’ or ‘sexy’ or ‘where did you get that?” Nothing. Nothing from Ted.

So she wore the new outfit. A couple of the girls turned and looked at her; she felt her cheeks flush. Mike came in. Said nothing. Well, not true, “Curtain contract, Carla; where is it?” All work.

The next day back to the careful outfit. Mike walks past her desk. He stops and turns. “What happened?” he says. She shakes her head not sure of what he is saying.

“The new look, what happened; where’d it go?” She couldn’t speak.

The next day the second new outfit. Again, the looks from the girls, one even said, “God, that’s really nice”. But nothing from Mike until the end of the day. She brought him the contracts; signing rapidly, he glances at her and pauses. Really only pauses, nothing inappropriate and yet, she felt the blush move through her body even a little heat, maybe a little moisture too.

And so, the new comment. Light blue. She flushed again, she felt the wetness again. “My lord, girl, what is wrong with you?” she said under her breath. He’s 35, single, dating that sexy girl in the photo on his desk; she looks like she could fuck him all night long, wrapping her legs around his strong back as he takes his cock and pushes it in her wet pussy, roughly, wildly.

“What the f……” Carla shook her head.

Light blue. Yeah, all so………….. innocent.

The İstanbul Escort day was long, Carla had to go to the headquarters building twice that day; walking across the sundrenched plaza. Her heels, four inches, light, toes wiggling free without hose on the warm spring day, her skirt swaying around her hips, the little string between her cheeks, feeling kind of sexy, little beads of sweat sliding down her blouse, into her cleavage, undo just a button, get a little air there. Better.

Back in the office, everyone leaving for the day, got to get the changes to Mike. Hurrying into his office rounding the corner, he coming out at the same time. Bumping into him at full speed, his hands come up probably to grab her shoulders so he doesn’t knock her over, only they don’t get that far.

Her breasts, his big hands slam together. The air explodes out of her chest, he holds harder, her breasts grasped tightly as she starts backward on her heels, her foot sliding out of one, turning slightly she falls back, hitting the side of the office door, he falls forward too, his hands still firmly wrapped around her breasts he falls heavily against her body. Woof, he exhales and they tumble together to the floor, her legs opening around him, her butt hitting the carpeted floor, he follows her to the floor, his crotch, his package slams down hard there. There. Right there on top of her mound.

Moments pass. Neither of them moves for seconds. Ten? Twenty? “Mike?” she says, her voice shaking.

He looks into her eyes, his face literally in front of hers. “My…um, your hands…..?” she whispers.

“Oh God,” he says and rolls away from her, but as he does, his hands. Well they don’t leave her breasts for another 5-10 seconds and as they do. His thumbs, do they, scrape hard across her nipples, roughly? And does his…..god, his cock, is it hard against her, does she feel him push against her mound as he struggles up, she looks down, his cock is thicker, harder in his dress slacks.

So innocent.

“So sorry,” he mutters as he moves away, she hands him the papers. His eyes, yes, they are looking down. She struggles up; his hands have opened her blouse, the buttons torn free to her navel, her breasts in the light blue bra are exposed, her nipples rock hard, extended from the roughness of his hands. Her nipples burning with excitement from the roughness of his thumbs scrapping them.

She pulls the blouse together but his eyes are looking at her, she realizes at her waist. Her skirt, up, up oh so high, her little matching blue thong exposed, pressed up hard against her, maybe pushed in as well, inside her?

She struggles out of the office, pulling herself together; she glances back, he is looking at her.

So innocent? No, his eyes are flashing with desire, hunger.

That night in the shower. Alone she inspects her breasts, bruised, a handprint clearly on her right breast. Her nipples still erect. Her pussy. Pussy. She never uses that word. Pussy. Her hands slide down, opening her, “Mike,” she whispers as she rakes a nail across her clit, ‘ohhhhh myyyyyy’ she groans as she slides down the shower wall, her fingers moving faster, ‘oh Mike!” she moans as she Ümraniye Escort comes quickly, masturbating wildly. Masturbating. Her? A middle aged wife? Masturbating to the image of her boss taking her on that office floor, roughly tearing her clothes off, ‘fuck me, Mike’ she growls as she arches her back, coming hard the water streaming over her body.

The next day she dresses conservatively. Plain gray dress, buttoned up high, down to her mid-calf. Only. Only she wears a new light pink bra and pink tiny thong, having shaved herself clean last night. My god, what am I doing? She thought. After all, it was so……….. innocent.

Mike was kind, even brought her a new cup for her desk, for her tea, bright, almost cute. “About yesterday…..” he began. She shook her head, “My fault; clumsy of me” “No,” he said quietly standing now next to his desk, she just the other side of the desk, “No, I…I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t hurt you…….. there.” he said.

“Hurt,” she stammered for a second, “No, I. It just, you mean… um, where?”

He nodded at her breasts, “They are ok, yes?”

She blushed deeply and couldn’t quite look at him.

“No really, Carla, did I hurt you there?” he said as he stepped a step around the side of the desk. Oh, danger, she thought, too close, don’t come too close she thought.

“No, really, it’s, they, well,” she whispered looking up at him for a just a second.

And in that second, was it innocence looking back at her? No, it wasn’t. It was lust, or hunger or even animal looking at her, just for a second and then ‘so innocent’ came back. But in that instant, god in that instant, Carla felt her pussy spasm, her moisture literally push against her little mound, soaking the little covering.

“They are fine, a little bruised,” she said quietly now looking into his eyes. There! She saw it again, the flash, heat, lust, hunger. He took another step forward now less than two feet from her, his hands reached out for the dress. He took the top button and twisted it and it came free, and then a second.

“Mike?” she said quietly but he didn’t stop, each button coming free one after another until he pushed his hands inside and up over her shoulders. The dress went back and cascaded down her, falling to the floor. She was standing next to his desk, her dress on the floor, in her pink sheer bra and tiny little string, swaying on her heels.

He reached down and grabbed the front closure on her little bra, “Mike?” she whispered. They were standing next to his desk, in a busy office, door open to her outer office, her door open beyond it as she felt her bra open, her breasts come free, “Mike?” she whispered as he reached around her and pushed the door closed and he bent down and kissed her hard, his hands, big hands, now enveloping her breasts, his thumbs rubbing across her nipples.

So innocent, she thought as she felt a hand move down her bare stomach and grab the little panty and pull, ‘rippppp’ it went as she let out a little squeal realizing in that split instant that she was naked in her boss’ office! She pushed against him and he stepped back. She stared at him for a second and then reached for her dress and pulled it back up over her body, his eyes dancing over her body as she buttoned it over her nakedness. She turned and just before she left the office, her bra on the floor still, her torn panties in his hands, she smiled and said, “Later”

Because no longer.

So innocent.

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A Little Side Business, Part Seven

It Ain’t Over ’til It’s Over

Our hero takes resurrection road

Spinning. Spinning in the dark. Spinning on the playground merry-go-round when the big kids pushed it too fast, my balloon legs pulling me away into deep space, my face in the grass, my fingers digging into the loam, fingernails tearing. Pain like a needle up my nose. Breathing broken glass, swallowing razor blades. The tang of iron and salt on my tongue. Screaming. Someone screaming. Not me…probably. Other voices shouting. Heavy vibrations rising out of the ground, pulsing through my cracked head. The bones of the earth grinding together. Giants stumbling near!

I came back to the world in fragments.

I cracked one eye and the spinning slowed. A landscape of bloodied carpet tilted slowly down to horizontal. I let go, felt the earth pull me back to itself. Feet ran by. Another pair. The screaming faded, echoing in descending pitches. My breath tore in my throat. I swallowed blood. I reached for my face, came away red. Tried to focus. Too hard.

“NINEONEONE!” someone shouted. “NINEONEONE!”

A naked woman knelt beside me, cell phone to her face, a blur.

“Glasses,” I croaked, searing my throat. She vanished, reappeared, lifted my head. Pain circled me, striking from just out of reach, not fighting fair. Things went black again for a moment.

“What the fuck, man, what the fuck,” someone said. I turned to the sound and all the loose stones in my head ran crashing to one side. I saw Marcus hopping on one foot, struggling to put on his pants.

Tamika’s voice, cutting in and out, “I don’t…address. Between…bridges…Island…mond Causeway. On the right. There’s a…stone pillars. No…no sign…number.”

I tried to raise up and a wave of nausea hit me. I guessed my nose was broken. Eyes clenched, I sat up and fell back against the bed frame, remembered sex. I had been having sex. That burnt, hot empty feeling in my crotch. And I was naked. My penis looked so small from this distance. I held my head, tenderly ran a fingertip along my nose. Bad idea. Hard to catch my breath when every movement sliced at my throat. Slowly the world came into focus. There were a pair of black panties tied to my wrist.

Tamika appeared before me again. “Frank, you OK?” I had to think about that.

“No,” I groaned. One too many words for my throat. Swallowing helped, even when it hurt.

“You hit the floor pretty hard when Rita got the belt off your neck.” She looked concerned. I tried to look back with meaning, telepathically. *Get my pants* I beamed.

“Charlotte freaked out and ran away screaming. Rita followed her. I called 911.”

“Pants,” I croaked, sure my throat would tear. She disappeared and came back with my VoltT uniform. I reached and, with her help, stood up, reeling. The carpet threatened to fly up and hit me in the face again. I held tight to the bed frame until the spinning stopped. We got my pants on. The shirt was a whole other project, but after some time and some gingerly negotiation with the neck hole, we did it. Tamika got dressed while I caught my breath and tried to align my body at a perpendicular angle to the force of gravity. It’s harder than it looks.

Marcus said, “I’ve got to go. I don’t want to be here when the police come. I’ll just be the prime suspect.”

“Another sad but true fact,” sighed Tamika, “As far as we’re concerned you were never here, alright? I’ll call you and get on the same page later. You OK with that, Frank?”

I made a gesture that I hoped conveyed agreement.

Rita came back in, distressed, “Charlotte ran into the maze. I can’t find a way in there. She’s still screaming. Come help me find her, Frank!”

A jolt of adrenalin cleared my head some. “Coming,” I whispered, finding my shoes. Bending over to tie them was no fun.

Tamika left, saying, “I’ll drive out to the Causeway and flag down the EMS guys.”

Rita said, “There’s an electric chain saw in the shed by the pool. Bring the extension cords, will ya!” And she ran out with Marcus’s jacket and one of the light stands, trailing its cord. I followed, jerking a cord from one of the other lights, which went down with a crash as I stumbled out the door and down the stairs, skull still throbbing, but now in rescue mode.

The night air cleared my head a little more. Rita had pulled the chain saw out and was waiting for my cord to plug it in. She had a light trained on the hedge. We could hear Charlotte screaming, her cries growing more ragged and mournful by the moment. Clearly, Rita’s idea was to cut our way into the maze and find her. Clever girl. She’d wrapped herself in Marcus’s jacket.

“You cut, I’ll pull the crap out of your way, OK?” she shouted as I fingered the trigger and the chain saw whined. I stepped over the brick wall İstanbul Escort and began. The thorns were fierce, scratching my arms and face, the smell of wounded vegetation thick, sickening. I didn’t want to think about the snakes and spiders; I jumped every time something went down my neck. Using the jacket sleeves for gloves, Rita made a pile of debris behind us by the pool as we went deeper, our feet snarled in the jagged stumps and vines that lined the path I cut.

I paused to catch my breath and realized the screaming had stopped. Now I wasn’t sure where I was going, nor whether Charlotte was alive or dead. She couldn’t be much farther in, I thought.

“Bring the light closer,” I directed Rita. “Point it down low if you can.” Wielding the light stand like a pike, she shone the beam into the snaggle of trunks and shadow. I saw a foot. “There!” I shouted. And I cut a couple more limbs, but then I had to work my way in by hand, spreading the shrubbery and squeezing my body through. Rita’s light wavered, making the scene stroboscopic, hard to read. Casting a shadow ahead of me, I felt my way into my own darkness.

Finally, I broke into a bower where Charlotte lay naked on her side, curled and filthy, covered in scratches, tattooed with blood, clutching an ancient porcelain doll, it’s dress a gray rag. Charlotte’s eyes were open. She was breathing, zebra-striped by Rita’s light. At least I hadn’t killed her. This whole catastrophe was my fault. I was beginning to think that the signature feature of maturity was knowing when not to do something.

Kneeling over her I heard distant sirens growing louder. I touched her shoulder. “Charlotte!”

No response. Shit.

“Wait for the paramedics,” said Rita, sensibly, peering in from the hole we’d cut. So I just held Charlotte’s hand and felt the weight of my guilt until the uniformed men broke their way in and took over.

I heard Rita answer their questions with Tamika interjecting facts about Charlotte’s condition, as we understood it. And we probably didn’t understand it at all. Had Charlotte ever been truthful?

Rita told them we’d been having a dinner party and that Charlotte, who had told us she was taking medication, suddenly stripped off her clothes and ran screaming into the woods. Tamika produced Charlotte’s purse and a bottle of pills. They were thinking way ahead of me on this.

The paramedics got her in the ambulance and I waved off their offer of help to work on my nose. I’d almost forgotten about my nose. We’d told them I hit it on a branch as I cut my way in to Charlotte. And I had an instinct not to tell them about my throat and how it came to have contusions. Tamika gave Rita her car keys and jumped in the ambulance with Charlotte. “I’ll get her admitted and use the VoltT database for next-of-kin,” she said as the doors were shut and the ambulance ground away up the gravel drive.

The police seemed satisfied. “We’ve seen a lot of these drug incidents recently,” the young officer said. “She shouldn’t have been mixing that stuff with alcohol. It’s lucky you were here to rescue her.”

As the cruiser disappeared into the dark tunnel of trees I noticed a thread of smoke trailing out of a second floor window of the house. Flames flickered behind the glass, growing rapidly in brightness. Fuck. Now I’d burnt the house down.

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Well, the firefighters were very professional. They kept the flames from spreading to the poolhouse or the woods, and pumped the pool dry, but Bateaux was quickly a pile of charred rubble fallen into a blackened foundation. We told the same credulous policeman we’d left candles burning when Charlotte ran out of the imaginary dinner party and he believed us. I hoped the place was too burned for the insurance company to find any evidence otherwise. No one ever suspects a clean-cut older white guy like me of anything. I think that wearing VoltT uniforms actually gave us some credibility. Marcus was right to leave before they arrived, though.

It was a long night. Rita and I stood by the pool in the 4AM darkness and watched the last of the fire equipment slowly pull up the drive. The whole place had the searing reek of housefire and so did we.

“I’m exhausted,” I admitted.

“And you look like shit,” Rita added. “I’m sure I do, too.” She could never look like shit. She’d been the clearest thinking one of all of us. Probably saved us from a booking. And saved Charlotte by remembering the chainsaw. I felt nothing but gratitude. That and exhaustion. And my nose throbbed, my throat was raw, my hands were cut, blood still crusted all over me.

“I just want to lie down now,” I said. Rita put her shoulder in my armpit and walked me into the outdoor shower. She put my hands on the slats so I could lean and, warm water streaming, let the shower rinse away my dirt as she stripped me bare again. I told her where the hidden key was and I hung there letting the water soothe my pains, on the cusp of sleep while she rinsed herself and went to find clothes. Where did she find the energy? Anadolu Yakası Escort

I gave a painful chuckle when she came back with the red beach robes that Charlotte and I had worn on the first night I came to Batteaux. Rita led me to one of the bedrooms and we fell there into an all too short, but deep sleep, spooning.

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The sun woke me around seven and I nearly had to crawl to the bathroom. I pulled myself along on the furniture, anyway. In the mirror my nose looked different, swollen, purple and maybe a little less straight. While I was in the there finding painkillers, Rita found the coffee. And some frozen waffles. We hardly spoke as we negotiated the unfamiliar kitchen, making stolen breakfast. Twenty minutes later I almost felt like a human.

“Should we call out sick today?” Rita asked.

“Screw VoltT. I’m calling out dead.”

As I sat staring into my coffee cup, Rita set an iphone and a slip of paper on the table. “I found these with the key.”

The phone was Charlotte’s, in her distinctive Kate Spade case. On the paper were the words: ‘While you were sleeping – KB’.

“I tried to unlock it, but of course I don’t know the pin,” she said. “I guessed too many times. It says we have to wait to try again.”

I picked it up and held it, rubbed my thumb on the home button, wondering why Charlotte had thought she lost it, why it was in the secret place. It unlocked. How did it know my thumbprint?

Wait!” I said, “KB is Kathryn Bigelow. Kathryn left this for me.”

“While you were sleeping?” Rita asked, eyebrow raised. She stood up and went to the bedroom. “I’ll try to find us some clothes.”

“Well, I guess after we made love in Charlotte’s old room. I was asleep then. She must have entered my thumbprint before she ‘left’.”

I don’t think either of us wanted to talk about my having sex with ‘Kathryn’ just then. I was feeling guilty and inadequate. Rita I could only guess about. She must have thought I was an idiot. A monster, really. I raped Charlotte’s mouth… And drove her crazy. I wondered if I could make it up to any of them.

“Why did she leave it for you?” Rita asked from the bedroom, rummaging through closets.

“I’d guess that all of Charlotte’s personal stuff is on here. I suppose Kathryn was protecting her. She told me that Charlotte ruined everything eventually. I didn’t believe her.”

Rita returned with some shorts and a couple of Charlotte’s VoltT polos. “These are enough to get us home.”

I put down the phone and dressed stiffly. Rita’s clothes were two sizes too big, but she was particularly urchin-ish that way. She looked charming bent over her phone screen, brow wrinkled.

“Wow, Frank. This all begins to make sense.”

“What?”

“I googled Benjamin Franklin Grantwell. He died in Bateaux about eight years ago.” She looked up, eyes big. “Here’s the weird thing. Rumors at the time, according to this article, were that he died of autoerotic asphyxiation…”

I put my hand to my throat.

“Let’s get out of here,” I said, taking her hand and stepping out onto bright sun of the patio.

Two men were there, in suits, looking like serious business.

“Frank?!” one said, alarmed.

“Who are you?” he and I said together.

“Frank…Duke,” I said, making up a last name on the spot, extending my hand.

“You look just like…” he stood there, staring at me.

“Hold it, Jim,” said the other suit, reaching for my hand, shaking it overly firmly, giving me the appraising eye. “Mr. ‘Duke’.” He turned to Rita, “And you are?”

“Rita Reyes, sir. Charlotte’s our boss.”

“You were here last night?” he asked and confirmed my suspicion that he was a lawyer, beginning his interrogation. The other guy must be from Charlotte’s family, I thought. She had his jawline. He had my hairline, too.

The lawyer continued, “The family is very concerned for Charlotte’s safety and deeply troubled by the loss of this property.”

“How is she?” asked Rita, genuine concern clear in her voice.

“Ms Grantwell has been institutionalized and will be well taken care of.” The lawyer was matter-of-fact. The other guy looked devastated.

“When can we see her?” I asked, hoping to apologize, redeem myself.

“You may not see Ms. Grantwell. At any time,” stated the lawyer, firmly. “We will bring charges against you for endangering her life and destroying this property. Trespassing is only the simplest of those charges.”

Oh, shit, I thought. I had only wanted to retire early.

Rita looked at the other guy. “Are you Charlotte’s father?” she asked. “Was Frank your brother?”

He nodded, obviously torn by strong emotions. He let the lawyer do the talking.

But Rita touched his arm. “Mr Grantwell, we loved Charlotte, too. And we only want what’s best for her. Clearly she’s sick and needs the best care you can give her.”

The lawyer spoke, “You don’t know Ms. Grantwell and we have reason to believe you were taking advantage of her illness to your Üsküdar Escort financial advantage. The family will protect itself by any means necessary.” Clearly, he was a man used to threatening people, right or wrong.

But Rita was a savvy negotiator. You don’t separate people from their money all day long in a cell phone store without developing some serious skills.

She pulled my collar back to reveal the bruises. “I have Charlotte on video trying to strangle this man to death with a belt. She nearly succeeded. Again.” The cameras had gone up in the fire. Was she bluffing?

The father’s face fell and he began crying. The lawyer looked angry enough to break both our noses, but he put his arm around Grantwell and led him to sit on the ash-dusted brick wall. He said over his shoulder, “You won’t get a penny until I see that video.”

I waved my arms, exasperated, “We don’t want money. Just leave us alone and get Charlotte the care she needs. Don’t hide her away to prevent family scandal. Help her get better!”

Grantwell was sobbing into his hands. The lawyer looked daggers at us. “We know your addresses and other vital information, Mr. ‘Duke’. Don’t try anything.”

“We know your secret,” retorted Rita. “Leave us alone.”

With that we walked to ‘Mika’s MINI and left Bateaux for the last time. Rita took the wheel and whispered, “Mutually Assured Destruction. If we’re lucky, that’s the last we hear of that and Charlotte finally gets proper help.” It was a slow, sad drive down the shady, green allee, wondering if we would ever get all the pieces of the puzzle.

“Uhhhh, I’ve got to know,” I said, “did Marcus get his dick in my mouth sometime last night?”

“Nah,” Rita chuckled, “that’s when he realized he’d been played. When he refused is when Charlotte ran screaming from the house.”

“We all got played, didn’t we? Another question-who was that woman on the Chatterley intro page?”

“Oh, you’re not a film buff are you?” Rita laughed, “That was a scene lifted from an Almodovar short.”

“And Julie, who wrote the scores? Not a real person from SCAD?”

“She told you that? Just to make the business look more legit, I guess. Nope, that music was from a soundtrack to a Herzog film. I did a great job of editing the film to fit the music, don’t you think?” Rita asked, smiling.

“Was any of this real?” I was depressed now. Exhausted, disappointed, disillusioned, disgusted with myself for falling for it. “Why did she go to all the trouble?”

“I think part of her really wanted to kill you, Frank. I can’t imagine she expected to be working with someone who looked like her abuser. Her mental illness and the conditions precipitated her behavior last night. Like Kathryn predicted, she ruined it. And the real part is that you saved her.”

“We saved her. No, you saved her with your quick thinking.” I said forcefully, “I drove her to madness with my selfishness. I created the ‘conditions’. I’m no hero.”

“She was already sick, Frank. What I learned in the military is that heroes aren’t perfect, they just move forward anyway. They do what has to be done and don’t do a lot of second-guessing. They also learn from their mistakes.”

I looked sidelong at her as we pulled out onto the highway in the bright morning sun. “What did you do in the army anyway?”

“Educational films. Propaganda. Psy Ops.”

“Shit,” I spat, “you’re going to be a step ahead of me all the way, aren’t you?”

“I’m going to move in with you tonight.”

“See, I didn’t see that coming!” I was elated. Depressed and elated.

“Look on Charlotte’s phone at her Drive file,” Rita suggested.

I thumbed it and a couple of clicks in I hit the jackpot. “Good guess. All the videos are here. She streamed them to the cloud. You weren’t bluffing.”

“What do we do about them?” Rita asked. I guess it was a choice I could make, but should I? Is this what Kathryn had left me the phone for? It didn’t take a moment’s thought. It was the right thing to do.

“I’m deleting them,” I said, clicking.

“That’s why I’m moving in with you.” I was feeling less depressed by the minute.

“Rita, why did you believe in Chatterley?”

“Charlotte appealed to the frustrated filmmaker in me. And the frustrated nymphomaniac.”

“But you were a virgin the day before yesterday, right? That wasn’t a lie, was it?” I wouldn’t be surprised. Apparently, I would fall for anything involving sex. Foolish old man.

“No, I was a virgin. A nymphomaniac virgin who has ridiculously high standards in men.” Rita reached and took my hand and held it all the way home.

I’m a visual thinker. That’s why building things is my best creative outlet. Riding the last miles into town a model of my situation formed my mind. I pictured two large circles, side-by-side, overlapping about 10%. A classic simple Venn diagram. The left circle represented the emotional, the right represented the physical. I drew a line horizontally through the center of those circles and some distance beyond each side. I placed five dots along that line, left to right, one outside the circle on the left, one at the center of the “emotional” circle, one in the sweet spot where the two circles overlapped, one at the center of the “physical” circle and a fifth one outside to the right of that circle. This was my spectrum of choices.

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Serena and I were driving north from the Kill Devil Hills and the Wright Brother’s Monument through Kitty Hawk on the way to Norfolk. The photo shoot at the monument had been successful and I must admit a bit surprising. Unfortunately, the impending rain stopped us from getting all the shots we needed. We were able to get some nice shots at sunrise, just before the sun slipped into the clouds.

Passing through Kitty Hawk and approaching the Wright Memorial Bridge the rain started, first just a few large drops randomly striking the windshield, then a bit heavier. We were able to get across the bridge before it got too heavy, but soon, we were creeping along in some steady downpours. Soon it got so bad I decided we better stop.

“Serena, I think I’m going to pull off the road as soon as I find a place to stop. We’re not in a hurry and there’s no need taking any chances in this rain,” I said loudly so she could hear me over the sound of the rain.

“The Cotton Gin is not too far ahead, they have plenty of parking and if the rain let’s up we and run in and look around,” she shouted back.

“What is the Cotton Gin?” I asked, pensively.

“It’s kind of a mini-outlet fashion center.”

“A mini-outlet fashion center? And what exactly is a mini-outlet fashion center?”

“Well, it’s too small to be really called a mall, but they have a lot of nice fashion stuff a fairly reasonable prices.”

“Doesn’t the magazine pay you enough? I’d figure you would want to hit the high price shops and stuff.”

“Hey, a girl can’t have too many clothes and here I can get three or four for the price of one at the upscale stores. Besides, often it is the same stuff.”

“Oh now come on, you certainly don’t believe that do you?” I asked, laughing a bit.

“Well I can dream, besides… there, just up ahead on the right there. No, not this drive, it’s the exit. Yeah, over there.”

“Okay, I imagine you want to park up close so you can duck it when the rain stops.”

“No, that’s okay. Park over there,” she said, pointing off to the left.

“The back row?”

“We don’t want someone banging up the car trying to stay dry.”

“It’s a rental car, who cares.”

“Humor me, just park over there. Yeah, that one right there.”

I pulled into a spot at the back corner of the lot. The rain was even heavier now than when we were on the road. Outside the car all we could see anywhere was a the dull gray of falling water. Reaching into my camera bag, I pulled out my digital camera to show Serena a few of the shots.

“I Bostancı Escort wanted to show you what I got,” I said as she scooted a bit closer to me. “The better shots are on film, but this should give you an idea.”

I showed her the first couple I took with the digital and then came the one I got at sunrise, the one that showed off her spectacular nipples. Just looking at it again and remembering the pose I felt my cock becoming erect. She wouldn’t have been able to notice it with me sitting down, so I didn’t try to adjust it, even though it felt a bit uncomfortable.

Going through the shots we finally came to one of the last ones, the one where she was sitting on the wall, straddling the sharp corner when she lifted her skirt to expose her naked kitty to me. I quickly clicked past that one, but she grabbed my hand.

“Hey, hey, go back to that last one.”

I backed up to the picture and feeling myself blush a bit, “Just a reaction shot… ah…” I mumbled.

“Reaction shot, or were you going to keep this one, and go back to the hotel and look at it some more?”

“Well, considering what happened afterward…”

“You were going to take this back to the hotel and jack off to it weren’t you?”

“No, it was just a reaction shot, you had a pose and I clicked,” I said defensively.

“And what happened afterward?”

“That was just incredible.”

“I agree with you there,” she said, reaching her hand to my lap and taking hold of my erection.

“Serena, I’m old enough…”

“Don’t you say it. It didn’t stop you this morning.”

“Well that was a spur of the moment thing, just…”

“And this isn’t,” she asked, her hand stroking my cock through my pants.

“We have time to think about it all, about what is happening.”

She looked up into my eyes and said very slowly and very succinctly, “What is happening is that it is raining so hard no one can see a thing. The car doors are locked and we are perfectly safe. In just a moment I am going to pull this out of your pants and try to make you feel as good as you made me feel when you swooped down and ate my kitty.”

“But…”

“But?”

“I ah… I think we should… careful with the zipper.”

She had my cock out of my pants and stroked it with her hand a few moments. Then she squeezed it from the base and pulled upward, milking out the precum and letting it pool on the tip of my cock.

I watched as she slowly took her tongue and dipped it into the clear pool, turned it some as if trying to dip Kadıköy Escort down into the tiny opening and then moved it back to her mouth. A thin strand of liquid stretched from her tongue to my cock as she closed her lips and smiled.

“Mmmm, you tasted me this morning and now I get to taste you,” she said as she plunged her mouth over me, closing her lips and sucking. Her tongue swirled around my cock as she continued sucking, her cheeks pulling inward as her head bobbed up and down. I felt her hand move to by balls, so I lifted up from the seat and pulled my pants a bit further down, giving her better access.

Looking down on her, her long dark hair covering my lap, her head bobbing up and down I wanted to touch her. Moving my hand onto her back, I ran it down toward her ass. She was kneeling in her seat next to me, but she was small enough that I could reach her skirt an pull it up over her ass. She had not put on any panties, so my hand soon slid over her soft skin and I kneaded her ass as she continued sucking my cock.

Moving her hand to my shaft, she began pumping with her hand as she moved her head back and let her tongue circle the head, sliding underneath and then back over the top. Then she moved her lips back over the head, and with an incredible suction, moved her mouth down my length until I felt my cock banging the back of her throat.

She had been at it a while and I felt her tiring some so I said, “Serena, this is so good, but I want to fuck you.”

Sitting up, I noticed her massaging her jaw, so I continued, “That was incredible, probably the best I’ve ever had, it’s just recently… in the last few years it takes me longer to come. It was so good, but it just takes me longer.”

She got a devilish look on her face and quickly crawled over onto my lap, straddling me and lowering herself down onto my cock. Already wet, I felt her kitty open to me as it enveloped my cock and descended over me. Serena took all of me into her cunt and then holding my shoulders she slowly rose up until I nearly fell out of her. Quickly descending over me, she began bouncing up and down speeding her pace with each movement.

It was incredible, she was bouncing on my lap at an incredible speed, her pussy doing things to my cock I never had felt before. Yeah, I was going to come, but now, unlike during the blow job I was losing control. Fuck, it had been years since it came over me like this.

I heard her moan and then change her motion some and I knew she was getting ready to come, so I did something I haven’t Göztepe Escort had to do in a long, long time, I turned my attention to the rain, distracting myself for a few moments while she came. Her wonderful cunt squeezed over my cock as she leaned her forehead against mine, opened her eyes and looked at me so savagely, so wantonly that I immediately focused on her and what she was doing to me.

When I came, it felt like I was an eighteen year old again. With each spurt I splashed my cum deep into her body, flooding her with me. Again and again I felt it surge through my body as my cock twitched inside her. Grabbing her, I pulled her against me, stopping her bouncing as I squeezed her tightly.

“Oh fuck Serena, oh fuck.”

Leaning her head on my shoulder she responded, “Yeah, wow, that was incredible.”

I turned my head to her and kissed her, my tongue slowly entering her mouth, exploring her. Holding the kiss for a long time, we finally separated to catch our breath. She rested her head back on my shoulder and I felt my soft cock slide out of her body. I could feel our combined wetness cover my lap as I closed my eyes, savoring the warm, damp sensation.

A little later I heard the car door open and looked up at Serena, standing by the passenger door, her arms full of packages. She peeked in at me and said, “Pop the trunk, I need to put these away.”

“I’ll help you,” I said, shaking my head.

“You better pull your pants up before you do that,” she said, giggling.

I quickly pulled my pants back up, fastened then and then opened the car door, pushing the trunk button. Climbing out, I walked back and helped her arrange the packages in the trunk.

“Sorry, I guess I fell asleep.”

“You think?” she said, rising up on her tiptoes and kissing me on the cheek. “It gave me a chance to do a bit of shopping.”

I looked around at the sky, the sun was peeking through the clouds. “How long ago did it stop raining?”

“Oh twenty minutes or so. I took an umbrella when I went in.”

Noticing there were no cars parked nearby I said, “I hope no one noticed us.”

“No, everyone else parked up close to the building.”

I looked over at the building and then noticing movement in a tree, I looked up and spotted a hawk resting on one of the taller branches. The bird looked skyward and turning my head to see what it was looking at, I saw another hawk soaring proudly through the clearing skies. Glancing back at Serena, I leaned down giving her a quick kiss on the lips.

She walked over to the passenger side of the car and climbed in. I paused a moment, looking back up at the hawk and then I walked to the car door, smiling proudly. Climbing inside, I leaned and gave Serena another kiss, then started the car and backed out of the parking space.

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Awakening to the sun peeking through the curtains, Mary marveled at how wonderful it was to have some time to herself. After all the kids were wither ex-husband this weekend, so she only had plans to enjoy the beautiful weather and the little time she had to herself. Her only plans for the weekend were to do some shopping. Maybe get a new outfit to wear to work. It wasn’t that she needed to go shopping; it was simply something she enjoyed. Knowing that she would most likely be trying multiple outfits on in different stores, she opted for the bare essentials, a bra, panties, loose fitting t-shirt, sweatpants, socks and slip on shoes. That way it wouldn’t be such a hassle getting undressed and dressed multiple times. Her hair tied back in a neat pony tail, she drove the short distance to the mall.

Entering the mall Mary wandered around the mall, just trying to decide where she wanted to start. Ambling around the mall she decided she might as well look as some lingerie. She loved black lace; it would be nice to have a matching set of lingerie, just in case she had a chance to show it off to a date, or even answer the door when her ex showed up, just to show him just what he was missing out on.

Entering the lingerie store she was confronted with more mainstream selections toward the front of the store, but as she traveled toward the back of the store the selections became more risqué. Now, this would be something she could really enjoy. She wandered around the bras, panties and teddies, looking for just what might be the most provocative lingerie she might actually wear.

Since there wasn’t really a chance that anyone would actually see her lingerie at this point, at least not for a while, Mary decided to get some extremely (for her), revealing and erotic lingerie. Choosing her final selections carefully, she found a store clerk, and asked if there were fitting rooms that she could try on the lingerie. The perky young clerk directed her toward the fitting rooms. Mary’s selections were; a pair of black lace crotchless panties, and two possible bras that could match the panties, one bra was almost a half cup bra, that would expose most of her large areolas, and the other bra had full cups, but the tips were open and lace trimmed, and would leave her entire areola and nipple exposed. The final piece of lingerie was a red lace teddy that had snaps on the crotch.

Mary was no stranger to fitting rooms or changing in fitting rooms, but this was different, she was getting to take her time, unrushed by a husband or kids. The fitting room was about five feet square, benches lined the three walls that weren’t occupied by the door, there were mirrors from the bench up to her head height on the walls with benches, and a full length mirror lined the door. Deftly removing her t-shirt, she laid it on the bench. She then unfastened the clasp on the front of her bra and removed it. Nude from the waist up, she stood and admired her breasts, they had a slight sexy droop to them, but at thirty-five and after two kids, they looked great. She took in the sight of her light brown, silver dollar sized areolas, and her pinkish brown pinkie sized nipples.

Taking her first bra, the half-cup black lace bra, placing the bra on so she could hook it easily (backward), she hooked the bra, turned it around, put the straps up on her shoulders, and placed each breast in its cup. Admiring how the bra seemed to push her breasts up and made them look perkier, she decided she liked not only the look, but the feel of this one. Removing the first bra, she leaned down to pick up the second bra, the weight of her breasts swaying in the air pendulously. Standing up she began the process of trying this bra on, hooking it, turning it around the placing her breasts in the cups. The combined effects of being nude, trying on sexy lingerie, shown as she gazed at her now fully erect nipples. The sight was so tempting that she cupped her breasts in her hands, and started teasing her nipples by touching them ever so lightly, and gently squeezing them, feeling the pressure exerted on her nipples all the way down to her clit.

“Damn, I have to stop this, this no place to be starting something I can’t finish.”

Leaving the bra on to try and lessen the temptation to continue to play with her erect nipples, when changing into her own bra, she decided to try on the panties. Leaning over to remove her sweat pants and panties, she picked up the new panties and pulled them up. The sensation of air wafting across her exposed pussy lips felt luxurious. Tilting her head to the side a bit she saw how the thin strip of fabric seemed to just appear at the top of the crack of her ass. Picking one leg up and placing it on a bench she surveyed how her pussy looked framed in lace. She turned with her ass toward the door, bent over, and looked at how her pussy seemed to bulge out of the lace opening in the panties, her trimmed bush splayed little hairs framing the opening in the panties.

Bent gaziantep zenci escort over she moved her feet farther apart to get a better view of how her pussy looked in the panties. The little hair that was exposed looked quite sexy. Standing up she turned and took a seat, again opposite the floor length mirror on the door. Wanting to see more, she picked her legs up and placed them on opposing benches, her pussy looking like a pursed pair of lips. Distancing herself from reality, she took her fingers and pulled her pussy open, exposing her inner labia, which was moist with excitement.

“Oh, God…it’s been so long…”

With all her might she let her pussy squeeze closed as she removed her fingers from her outer labia.

“Just a little bit” She thought as she dipped an index finger into her moist slit, gathering the moisture she moved her finger up to tease her clit a little. Her clit, already partially aroused from the nipple play, stiffened and begged for more attention, as she tickled her clit a bit more.

“Oh, no, I have to stop this now.”

With all the willpower she could muster, she removed the crotchless panties, the open nipple bra, and put her own underwear back on. Pulling up her sweatpants she felt a sense of relief, at least she couldn’t see how excited her pussy was. As she slid her t-shirt over her head and pulled it down to her waist she felt a little better, as no one would be able to tell how stiff her nipples were. She had decided not to even try the teddy on.

Exiting the fitting room in somewhat clouded state, she proceeded to the cahier. Mary decided to purchase both bras, the panties and the teddy, even though she hadn’t tried the teddy on. Exhaling with a sigh of relief as she exited the lingerie store she began to try and work on getting her thoughts away from her pussy.

She wandered up and down the corridors of the mall, looking in one shop or another. Her attention was drawn to a small store that had gag gifts, and other odd items. Passing through one of the small aisles, she happened upon some “back massagers.”

“Those are vibrators.” She thought as she laughed a bit.

Picking one up, to examine it, she discovered that there were three different sizes of “back massagers,” seven inch, ten inch, and twelve inch. Having been married she used to have some vibrators, but her ex in a rage had taken all of them when he left, destroying them, leaving her to her own devices to satisfy her sexual needs. Looking at the different sizes of vibrators, she couldn’t decide on which size to buy. The seven inch would probably be tight at this point, because she hadn’t had sex or any artificial penetration in almost three months, and she regularly did her kegel exercises, meant to keep the vaginal muscles tight and in shape. The ten inch and twelve inch vibrators were simply out of the question, she was sure that it would be painful to try and get one of them in her tight little pussy. Feeling like a coward, because she didn’t even buy the small vibrator she left the gag gift store.

As she strode down the mall hallways she tried to decide what would go best with the lingerie she had purchased. A short skirt and an almost sheer white blouse would be a sexy and alluring ensemble she thought. The increasing slickness of her wet vaginal lips sliding against one another as she walked to her next destination, was partially due to her fantasies about what she would like to do with the vibrators.

“Nothing like showing off, but not letting anyone really see anything.” She thought

Mary entered the department store, found a cart and began the process of picking and choosing a few different outfits to try on. She finally decided on four pairs of slacks, and three different blouses. Passing by the skirts, she decided that a nice skirt would be nice, to show off her legs, and maybe flash some unsuspecting guy. Her mind drifted temporarily on the friction of her bra cups produced as her breasts swayed, rubbing her taut nipples into the fabric of the cups.

Perusing the aisles trying to find the “perfect” skirt for her particular desire, took longer than she had imagined it would. Finally she found the type of skirt she had in mind. It should hang a few inches below her crotch, but be revealing should she choose it to be. The skirt was, light cotton, with a red paisley print. The blouse was easy to find, and it was exactly what she wanted, an opaque white, that would let a hint of what was worn underneath recognizable to anyone that was truly looking.

She walked toward the changing room with her selections in the cart. Her nipples began to ache slightly from the continuous pressure of her bra cups, and the continued fantasy thoughts Mary had been focusing on. As she checked her items with the clerk and entered the fitting room. She could feel the slickness of her inner labia sliding against one another as she gaziantep escort walked into the fitting room. She envisioned her clit hiding beneath its protective hood trying to peek out and seek attention.

Mary was having a difficult time concentrating on her shopping as her fantasies came back and began revolving around how she would look, clad only in her black lace bra and her crotchless panties.

Entering the changing room with only the skirt, the blouse and her purse, her previous purchases being watched by the clerk, she began the process of trying the clothing on. First she would try the skirt on. She removed the baggy sweat pants. The dampness in her panties felt chilly against the heat of her pussy, as she began to try on the skirt and blouse.

Mary admired the curves of her form. Her eyes settled on the dark strip of dampness soaking through her thin cotton panties. She ran her hands lightly up her thighs, her fingers stopping momentarily as the top of her mound to gently rub her pubic bone. Refocusing, she began trying on the skirt she had picked out. The act of repeatedly undressing in a public place, already aroused, seemed intensely erotic. It was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore her stiff nipples and her wet pussy; her scent filled the small room.

“Hmmm…smells like sex in here.”

Out of sheer willpower she dutifully returned to the task at hand. Mary again removed her t-shirt, to replace it with the blouse she had found. A devious thought began developing in her mind…

“This is a changing room; It’s private.”

She unbuttoned the blouse, hanging it back on the hanger, her hands shivering with excitement. Then, removed the skirt and hung it also. She could see that her face was flushed, as she decided that she had to cum, right now. She could last until she got back to the car, which was at least a half an hour away. She could feel her pulse in her stiffened nipples, and her now stiffening clit.

Thinking about the possibility that other women may have masturbated in this small mirror lined changing room tuned her on even more. She moved her hands up her body to rub her breasts, lifting them, squeezing, tracing her fingers around the areolas, her stiffening nipples begged to be free of the confinement of the thin material of the bra. Her body was giving her definite signs that it needed release, and it needed that release now. Closing her eyes, and tilting her head back in ecstasy as her hand slipped inside the elastic waistband of her plain white, thin cotton panties, her hand automatically found her slit. The moment her fingers came in contact with the hot moistness of her aching pussy, her clit stiffened in expectation.

Rubbing her mound, feeling the heat of her pussy, was all she could stand. Her mind screamed at her to control her urges, as her pulse pounded. She was beyond rational thought at this point. Finally opening her eyes to view the erotic sight she was creating, she reached up with her free hand and slid her breasts out of the confines of her bra. The collapsed cups of her bra resting on her chest above her fully exposed breasts; she turned the bra with one hand and unhooked it, allowing it to fall to the floor in a small heap of lifeless fabric.

“Oh…God, I can’t believe I am doing this.”

Mary gazed at her breasts as they bounced in rhythm matching the motions of her hand massaging her pussy. Her taut nipples stuck out like chubby little erasers on a pencil. The hand that had freed her breasts from their confinement began to tweak the nipple on her left breast, as her eyes traveled down the reflection of her body; her gaze came to rest on the movement of her hand inside her panties. She imagined what her pussy would look like framed in the black lace of the crotchless panties she had purchased. Wanting to enjoy this as much as possible, she removed her hands from her breasts and panties. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs, leaving them in a heap on the floor of the fitting room.

Sitting on the bench that ran around three walls of the fitting room, she faced the full length mirror on the door; the hairy triangle of her pussy starkly contrasted the pink of her nude body. Here she was, entirely nude in a public place, and it was so erotic to her. She raised one leg up to rest on a side bench, and to give her better access to her smoldering, wet pussy.

She really hadn’t taken the time to even really look at herself in a purely sexual way for a long time. The more she gazed at her pussy the more it amazed her, the way the outer lips pursed, revealing a trace of wetness in her folds. Using both hands she watched in the mirror as she revealed her inner folds. It was simply amazing how beautiful her pussy actually was. Creamy white lubricant was oozing from the slit of her pussy. One of her index fingers slipped down the slit of her pussy into the liquid, slowly sliding back up the crease to lubricate and moisten her now engorged and straining clit. Her clit now rosy pink, and distended just beyond its little protective hood, just begged for some attention.

Mary slowly began teasing her clit. She traced little circles around the hood, making sure not to make direct contact with her stiff little bud.

“Ah…yes…that’s it.”

Her finger flicked her clit in a desperate attempt to finish quickly, so as not to be discovered, or arouse suspicion. She would die of embarrassment if she were discovered playing with herself. Her breath came in ragged gasps, and she tried to keep her moans of pleasure subdued. Since it always helped her to get off, she raised one of her breasts to her lips, and began sucking on her breast with an intense sexual fervor. She could feel the pleasure building stirrings deep inside her groin, as her finger slid down her slit dipped back into her wet hole, to re-lubricate.

She discovered that it really increased her excitement as she watched herself frigging her clit, and watched the liquid seeping from her slit, gathering at the lower end of her slit, getting ready to drip on the seat. Hurriedly she reached down with her left hand, gathered the juices from her slit on her fingers, raised her hand to her mouth and licked the wetness from her fingers. Her hips began quivering as her orgasm began to build deep within her loins. Mary lowered her hand from her mouth to her pussy and began fingering her wet hole. She wished she had gotten the vibrator after all.

A heavy musk of wet pussy filled the small fitting room. She slid off the seat on to the floor, placing each leg on the bench closest to it, spreading her legs as far as possible in the room, as she stared at the woman in the mirror’s self-gratifying manipulations. The evident swelling of her labia and clit was fascinating; she had never really looked at herself when she played with pussy. Her fingers were a flurry of motion, one hand flitting over her clit, the other hand pumping in and out of her soggy pussy hole. She hoped the sucking and squishing sounds her pussy was making as she pumped her fingers in and out of her pussy weren’t really as loud as they seemed to her in this small room.

“Oh, God, please, please, now…I have to cum, I need to cum.”

“I’m so close…almost there…” she thought as she began concentrating solely on the manipulations of her clit and cumming.

“Come on, dammit, come on…please cum.”

“I need this.”

Her hips raising and lowering in rhythm with the pumping of her fingers in her crotch as she tried to make herself to cum faster.

“Come on sweet pussy…cum now…”

“Oh God…yeah, almost there.”

Her whole body began tensing as she reached approached the peak of her orgasm. Suddenly, the door opened, and the young female clerk gasped in astonishment. Her eyes transfixed on what was happening before her eyes.

“Close the door, dammit.” She thought.

As much as she wanted to stop and save herself from embarrassment, she just couldn’t. She had reached the point of no return, the point at which she was incapable of stopping, no matter how much she wanted to stop, she just couldn’t. Her breathing had become more panting that breathing. She continued diddling her clit furiously, trying to ignore the eyes at the door, yet aware of the heightened erotic feelings she had as a result of being watched.

“Oh…God…not now…not with her watching, please close the door.”

Contractions deep within her pussy began forcing her cum to dribble out of her slit on to the bra beneath her ass. Her whole body spasmed uncontrollably as the orgasmic contractions began deep within her loins. It didn’t matter anymore that she was being watched, she was at the precipice and was at the point of no return, the point at which, no matter what happened she simply couldn’t stop herself from cumming, even if she wanted to.

“OK, watch me cum…go ahead, look at my wet pussy, look at it leak all over your carpet.”

Even though she wished that she had not been seen, she continued. Her hips bucked involuntarily as wave after wave of her orgasm flowed over her entire body. She slowly removed her fingers from her soggy hole, as her spasms subsided. The young lady at the door closed it.

Mary continued to massage her throbbing pussy, luxuriating in the pleasure she was feeling. Her juices had matted her bush to the skin of her mound and labia. Still watching the mirror as her orgasm subsided, she saw the door close.

She reached down and located the wet panties beneath her ass, found a fairly dry spot, and began the task of trying to dry off her pussy as much as possible. Unceremoniously shoving the sodden panties in her purse, she donned her bra, t-shirt, sweat pants, and shoes. She exited the fitting room, flushed as much from masturbating as she was from the embarrassment of having been caught masturbating. She spied the young lady that had opened the door of the fitting room, avoided eye contact, and headed for the cash registers with her purchase. Paying for her purchases, she arrived at the customer service department to retrieve her lingerie, and head back into the mall.

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The loud banging on the front door awoke Katie from her deep sleep she pulled the curtain slightly open and could see a courier van in the driveway. Katie put on her dressing gown and walked to the front door peering through the peephole, standing on the porch was a young man in a FedEx uniform.

“Who is it?” Katie inquired.

” I have a delivery for a Miss Katie Fitzgerald.” Replied the courier.

“Just leave it by the door.” Katie asked.

“Cant do that Maim I need a signature.” Demanded the courier.

Katie slid the security chain from the door, unlatched the deadlock, and then opened the door. The courier looked directly at Katie’s cleavage her pert breasts slightly exposed, she quickly scrunched the front of her dressing gown hiding any exposed flesh. The courier removed his attention from her cleavage and pushed his folder at Katie motioning where she needed to sign, he smiled and turned on his heels turning around as he reached his vehicle.

“You have a nice day now.” He announced.

Nice day thought Katie, my Saturday morning sleep in disrupted by some smart pervert courier guy with that she headed into the kitchen throwing the parcel onto the bench and flicking the kettle on. It was not long before Katie was sitting outside on the decking enjoying her hot coffee. Katie felt the warmth of the morning sun on her body and she allowed the top her dressing gown to slightly open permitting its rays to greet the smooth skin of her pert breast’s she titled head back a little forcing her breasts outwards enjoy it’s touch.

Katie sipped at the last of her coffee and headed back inside to make another cup; whilst she waited for the kettle to boil, she glanced at the parcel and picked it up giving it a shake, Katie made her coffee and returned outside with the parcel. Katie ripped the bag open and tilted the parcel shaking it’s contents onto the table, the brown package dropped and a tiny white piece of paper floated down onto the ground, Katie leant down picking up the paper it simply read ENJOY.

Katie quickly tore away the plain brown wrapping to discover someone had sent her a sex toy; her immediate reaction was to drop the box back onto the table as if it had some danger element to it. She picked up the FedEx bag looking for a sender’s name one could not be found. Katie gulped her coffee staring intently at the sex toy, as she tried to think who would send her such a thing.

It wasn’t the fact that it was a sex toy that made her feel slightly disgusted it was the fact someone thought she needed it, perhaps it was that slimy young courier, her commonsense took control as she had never met the courier guy before he was just doing his job she told herself. Katie picked up the box and headed into her bedroom grabbing the cordless telephone along the way, her initial reaction was to ring all her friends and ex boyfriends and interrogate each one until she was able to reveal the sender, it was still early and she knew none of them would probably be awake or answer their phones.

Katie’s curiosity eventually got the better of her she picked up the box and studied it. The Sensational Woman’s Wonder Toy the title touted, Katie smiled this will be good she cynically said to herself as she opened the box and shook the contents onto the bed. Katie giggled out loud as the flaccid latex seks hikayeleri dildo slinked out onto the bed amused at how it looked like a giant worm.

Katie opened the instruction book.

Step one press button one on the remote control before inserting into vagina.

Katie pressed button one and the dildo started to self inflate stopping once it had slightly hardened.

Step two insert Dildo fully into vagina leaving cord at base outside for easy removal of Dildo and press button two on the remote control.

Katie pressed button two and watched as the dildo inflated to it’s full nine inches and it’s girth widen to two inches, once the dildo had hardened Katie noticed that the dildo had thick ribs an inch apart increasing in size along the shaft of the toy, the cord at the base now prominent with it’s fluorescent pink tiny nodule end

Step three once dildo is fully inserted into vagina press button three on the remote, this will secure dildo in place.

Katie pressed button three and the base of the dildo inflated a large ring like rib about four inches in diameter, Katie picked up the dildo and examined it she felt gentle pulses against her palm emanating from it.

Step four once satisfaction has been reached press button four on the remote control, and remove dildo-using cord attached to the base.

Katie pressed button four on the remote control and the dildo instantly became flaccid, just the same as a man she giggled to herself. Katie felt warmness in her pussy; she put her hand against her pussy and was surprised by it is wetness,

Katie removed her dressing gown and laid down on the bed, she ran her hands across her smooth breasts and over her nipples her touch making them stand to attention she parted her legs and gently stroked her silky inner thighs with her hands. Katie parted her pussy lips with her finger sliding up and down the entirety of her pussy with ease.

She looked over at the dildo next to her and pressed button one on the remote control the dildo slightly inflated. Katie picked up the dildo and slid into her tight hole, she then pressed button two and the dildo started to enlarge Katie pushed the dildo completely inside her, struggling to keep it inserted as each reached it’s full nine inches and spread her pussy wide with it’s thickness. Katie opened hers legs as wide as she could and pushed the dildo in deep quickly pressing button three, the base of the dildo grew in size and Katie felt uncomfortable as the dildo stretched across her opening.

Katie’s first reaction was to pull on the cord to remove the dildo, however it would not budge and she then remembered the instructions, pressing button four on the remote control, she waited a few seconds for the dildo to deflate which it didn’t, she pressed the button again and nothing happen.

Katie started to panic she wanted this thing out of her and started to worry how she was going to achieve this and then in a moment of clarity she got up and walked to kitchen with some difficulty as the large object inside made moving quickly an impossibility, she opened the top draw and rummaged around for a packet of batteries she found them and hastily opened the packet and replaced them with the ones in the remote control.

Katie calmed down feeling gaziantep şişman escort a little silly about the logical answer to her predicament she pressed the button on the remote and waited, once again nothing happened and fear again raced through her mind. Katie went back to the bedroom and read the instructions hoping she had not followed them correctly, she went through each step one by one and then reversed them and then in frustration continually pressed and held down buttons, still nothing happened. Katie noticed a sentence in small print on the booklet.

Please note dildo will self deflate in thirty minutes of operation, if satisfaction has not been achieved simply repeat steps one through to three again.

Katie let out a sigh of relief, I just have to wait thirty minutes and be done with it she thought she took looked at her watch and took note of the time. Katie sat upright on her bed trying to comfortably position herself, fluffing up pillows and placing them behind her trying to find some relief from the fullness of the dildo deep inside her. Once she had found a position that gave her some relief she picked up a book and started to read, her concentration only lasted a few minutes as the dildo pulsed inside her pussy.

Once again, Katie became agitated, what happens if this thing inside me does not deflate, she thought. Katie walked back into the kitchen and started to pace back and forth, trying to think of the alternatives if the dildo did not deflate would she call a friend or drive straight to the hospital, she became angry at herself for her own stupidity what was she thinking when she did this.

Katie glanced at her watch twenty minutes to go, crap she thought and with that Katie plunked her self down onto the kitchen chair, the dildo pushed deep inside her pussy forcing Katie to involuntarily stand up grabbing the table with both hands to prevent her losing her balance.

“Fuck.” Katie screamed out aloud.

Katie took a moment to catch her breath and then gently and slowly sat back down she cupped her pussy with her hand trying to relief the pain she had just encountered. Katie could not believe how wet and swollen her pussy was, with all the panic and distress in Katie’s mind the dildo was still working its magic on her pussy.

Katie took a moment to sit still to feel the vibrations deep inside her hot cunt, the more calmness she felt the more intense the vibrations seemed to become. Katie’s released the tight grip of her cupped hand and slid her finger along her pussy feeling her hardened clit and then down circling the rim of her stretched hole. Katie felt pleasure for the first time since she had inserted the dildo some ten minutes before, her mind and body finally in unison with each other.

Katie opened her legs as wide a she could and slowly pushed her pussy hard down onto the seat forcing the top of the dildo to touch her deeper inside than she had ever felt before. The tip of the dildo pulsated against the top of Katie’s cunt and she felt her swollen clit throb against the polished wooden seat. Katie grabbed the edge of the dinning room table with clenched fists as her hips rocked back and forth, her back arched pushing her body forward on the chair as her orgasm screamed through her body, the sensation gaziantep sınırsız escort of her clit throbbing against the hard surface sent another fiery orgasm through her.

Katie slowly released her grip on the table as her body calmed down and after a few moments, she stood up, gingerly as her knees still trembled from the intensity of the dildo’s pleasure. She glanced at her watch she could not believe that only five minutes had passed and that she still had to wait another fifteen minutes before the dildo would supposedly deflate she pressed the button on the remote once again with no result. Katie finally succumbed to the fact she would have to wait out the time and hope that the dildo would comply with the manufacturers statement and deflate.

Katie felt the sudden urge to pea the effects of the morning coffees and the large dildo inside her put pressure against her bladder. Katie sat down on the toilet just in time as her gold fluid released itself, the quickness of the flow and the relief of fullness within her bladder sent a strange feeling through her body, and once again the pulsating of the dildo became prominent.

Katie decided to lie down on her bed eager to drift off to sleep making the time pass quicker and to hopefully wake up with the dildo deflated inside her. Katie closed her eyes trying to ignore the pulsation deep with inside her swollen tender cunt. She rolled over on her side thinking that the rhythm in her pelvis would be less exaggerated to her dismay it didn’t, her position made the dildo move inside her and put uncomfortable pressure against the left wall of her vagina, she returned to lying on her back.

Katie placed her hand between her legs, touching her drenched pussy in an attempt to give some comfort to her engorged clit and swollen pussy lips, she gently caressed her fingers along the inside of her sticky lips, and momentarily felt relief from her touch. The fullness of the dildo inside Katie’s pussy had kept her clit from it’s cover pushing it out to it’s fullest extent, exposing it’s sensitivity for the last twenty minutes, Katie ran her finger around the edge of her hardened clit trying to avoid any direct physical contact, she was sexually exhausted and believed her body could not reach another orgasm.

Katie moved her finger down to her stretched filled hole and traced the edges of it, her finger gliding easily around soothing its taught ness. Katie’s finger entwined with the cord attached to the base of the dildo and she grabbed it with her finger and thumb and enjoyed the feel of the nodule tip. She placed the tip against her hard clit applying gentle pressure with her thumb, Katie’s hips lifted of the bed briefly from its touch, allowing Katie to slide her other hand underneath her buttocks and push the dildo in as deep as she could take into her cunt.

Katie stroked the nodule tip against her clit the ends of the silicone nodes fondling every part of her swollen sensitive pink love button, Katie felt her pussy muscles tense around the huge long dildo, she felt her clit start to thump and her pussy muscles contract. Katie fingered her clit faster and faster her pussy responded contracting quicker and quicker around the dildo, finally Katie’s back arched pushing her pert tits upwards her body lunging forward out of control as wave after wave of pleasure filled her pussy as multiple orgasms exploded within her, finally Katie spent and exhausted drifted off to sleep.

The loud banging on the front door awoke Katie from her deep sleep she pulled the curtain slightly open and could see a courier van in the driveway; she sheepishly looked around for the dildo, and could not find it.

Had it all been a dream?

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Vanessa hurried from the yellow school bus to her home, where she let herself in the front door, locked it after she was inside, and bounded up the stairs to her room. Once in that sanctuary, she dropped her backpack full of homework on the chair beside her bed. With that burden off her shoulders, she opened the dresser drawer where she kept her sex toys, took out her biggest dildo and placed it on her bed beside her pillow. After also removing a tube of KY Jelly and her other favorite toy, still inside its plastic storage bag, she placed them next to the big dildo, which she had named Little Mike, in honor of her boy friend.

Big Mike was proudly serving in the US Army and, two months earlier, they had celebrated her 18th birthday by his gently and lovingly piercing her hymen. He was on a thirty day furlough then, before shipping out to Afghanistan, and they had repeated the performance, less the hymeneal blood, every night until he left.

On some of those nights, Vanessa had been in her menses, but her ass was perfectly functional, and being fucked there was almost as much fun as having Mike’s cock in her pussy. With her boyfriend gone, Vanessa had been taking care of her own needs with Little Mike and the other toy, still nameless, she had bought at the same time. Besides being shorter and less thick, it was smooth, unlike Little Mike, which had a tip shaped like a real erection and simulated veins all along its length.

Her parents would not be home for at least two hours and, thinking she was busy with her homework, they would not interrupt her when they arrived, so Vanessa expected to bring herself to two orgasms, which is what had usually happened with her during her love-making sessions with Big Mike. First, she divested herself of her school clothing, which she hung up in the closet or left lying on the floor to be picked up later. Completely naked, and already highly aroused sexually at the thought of what she would be doing within minutes, she pulled down the bedclothes and spread a towel over the part of the bed where her pussy and ass would be.

With everything in preparation, she lay down with her left hand over one large breast and her right hand covering her pussy. She would delay using the dildo until she was wet enough from fondling her nipples and clit, because her very considerate boyfriend wouldn’t dream of entering her with his cock until her pussy was dripping wet from foreplay. Big Mike was a good and conscientious lover, and she missed him, but tried to do as well as she could do without him. With her long red hair, pretty freckled face and sexy figure, she could have easily found a human replacement, but she would have none of that. Vanessa was being true to Mike, whom she thought of as a patriot fighting for her and for their country, besides being the only sex partner she had ever known.

“Mmmm, Mike, I’ve been really needing this, all day,” Vanessa murmured as she started fondling a breast with her left hand while stroking her pussy with her right.

After less than a minute of tweaking between her fingers, the first nipple was fully erect, and she transferred her attentions to its cute pink twin. She needed even less time to turn this one into a duplicate of the first, and Vanessa could already feel small waves of pleasure rippling through her body from the places she was fondling herself. Her right hand had been stroking her entire pussy, and some lubricating had occurred, but not enough for her to insert the dildo yet.

But it was enough for Vanessa to start playing with her clit. She moistened her fingers with some of her juices, gently pinched the little morsel, which was starting to become swollen, between folds of her inner lips and started to slowly stroke herself. Almost immediately, the familiar connection was made between her clit and her nipples, with the currents of pleasure forming a three cornered path, and her succulent body began squirming on top of her bed.

“Ooooo, Mike, I love that,” she murmured to her distant lover. “Keep doing that; it feels soooo good!”

As her clit and pussy lips swelled from her arousal and became more sensitive, Vanessa’s touch started gaziantep ucuz escort to feel even better, with her movements becoming more animated. It was time to start using the bigger of the two dildos, so she reached beside her pillow, where it was waiting for her. As Big Mike always did, except he always wore a condom while making love with her, she rubbed the tip of the plastic cock in her wetness. After her natural lubrication was spread, she held the toy in her right hand while the fingers of her left hand held her lips apart. With one firm thrust, the head of the dildo wedged into the soft pink hole where it was so urgently wanted and needed.

Ahhhhhh,” she sighed, and closed her eyes, so she could imagine Big Mike’s familiar face, with its short brown hair and toothy grin above her. “Mmmm,” Vanessa murmured happily as she eased an inch of the plastic shaft into her pussy.

She stopped there, to let her body adjust to the big intruder and to revel in the waves of pleasure that were reverberating through her body. Although she had been getting her pussy regularly crammed by Mike’s cock, she was still tight, and the toy was slightly thicker than the real thing had been. After a minute of exquisite pleasure, Vanessa eased another inch of the dildo into the pink place that lusted for it. She could feel her pussy lubricating, a delightful sensation, but nowhere near as good as her climax would be, and even that was little more than a pale imitation of the orgasms she had gotten used to from Mike’s real cock.

Still keeping her eyes closed, the better to picture her lover’s face above her, she pushed most of the rest of the toy into her pussy. As he liked to do with her, Vanessa left it there for a minute, before slowly drawing most of it back out. With just the mushroom-shaped head still inside, she paused, but only briefly, before plunging the dildo all the way back inside herself, with intense waves of joy radiating from its entire path. This time, she drove the toy all the way in, so her fingers were pressed against her soft red pubic hair. Once again, she left it there for almost a minute, as Mike liked to do, before drawing it most of the way out for another long, slow stroke.

This one was much like the first had been, and she started moving the dildo in and out of her pussy, still slowly but without pausing between her movements. After a few minutes of steadily fucking herself, Vanessa could feel her climax mounting inside her body, but she was in no hurry to bring it about. She had been well taught by Big Mike that, although the orgasm is the greatest part, the build up to that point is almost as good. Little Mike had a spur attached and, when she thought it was time, she would move it into position so it caressed her clit with every stroke until she climaxed.

“Ooooo! Ooooo! Ooooo!” Vanessa murmured as she continued fucking herself. “Oh, yeah, that’s wonderful, Mike. I love what you’re doing.”

Her climax continued to mount, and she increased the pace as she plunged the dildo in and out of her pussy. She also started to fuck back to meet it as her hand drove it deeply into her. Besides that movement, Vanessa’s body began rocking from side to side on her mattress, and her head was tossing from side to side on her pillow. Although she felt some reluctance in breaking the rhythm which felt so wonderful, she knew it was time to put the clit spur to work. She stopped when the head was just inside her pussy and turned the attachment so it would do what its designers had intended. With the next stroke, besides the waves of pleasure rippling through her body from the path of the toy, the myriad of tiny feelers on the spur raked across her swollen and ultra-sensitive clit, sending out a great rush of pure joy to inundate her body.

“Oh! Oh my god!” Vanessa blurted out, as if in surprise that it felt so terrific, although she had fucked herself the same way almost every day since Big Mike had shipped out.

She repeated the same cry of delight with every thrust after that, as her hand moved faster and faster plunging the dildo in and out of her eager pussy. gaziantep ukraynalı escort Her movements on the bed were wilder too, and more erratic, thrashing about and actually bouncing up and down as her pussy fucked back to meet the strokes of the dildo and feel the effects of its clit spur.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” she moaned blissfully as her climax prepared to erupt. OH! She cried out ecstatically as the explosion burst within her body.

Most of Vanessa’s movements were erratic while she was cumming, but her hand and arm kept ramming the dildo in and out of her pussy, which fucked back to meet it just as steadily. From the excruciating pleasure sweeping over her body, she was whimpering and sobbing so loudly she was glad there was nobody else home yet. For almost three minutes, she felt as if she were in Paradise, until her body convulsed and she jammed her pussy back against the toy for an ultimate time.

After her great orgasm, Vanessa lay resting and catching her breath, but she knew she was not through playing yet. Big Mike almost always brought her to two orgasms, one by eating her pussy and the second by fucking. He was not there to use his mouth on her, so she would bring herself to the second climax the way it was done when she was in her menses. When Vanessa had caught her breath and was otherwise ready, she removed the smaller dildo from its plastic bag and took the cap off the tube of KY Jelly.

First, she prepared the toy by coating the last five inches with the lubricant and, when that was done, she squeezed more of the jelly onto the middle finger of her left hand. Sighing happily at the penetration, Vanessa reached behind herself, inserted that finger into her ass and moved it around to spread the lube evenly, adding more of the jelly after the first gob was all gone. She was ready and the toy was ready, so she reached under her crotch to use the fingers of that same hand to pry open the edges of her pink rosebud while the hand that held the toy reached around her ass to hold it with the tip centered on the place she wanted it.

“Give it to my ass good, Mike,” she whispered, and thrust the end of the dildo into the tight hole where she would have preferred his cock to be.

A gush of pleasure, different from what she had felt in her pussy but strong nonetheless, flooded her body, and Vanessa moaned in bliss. The base of the anal dildo had a ring attached, and she slipped her middle finger through it so she would have more control. She knew she would not cum just from the toy going in and out of her ass but, when the time was right, she would play with her clit and reach her second orgasm of the afternoon. That was what Mike did when he was fucking her ass, and she would do the best she could to emulate making love with him.

Only the first inch of the dildo had made its penetration, and Vanessa’s fingers were still holding the puckered edges apart. From another hard thrust, she felt almost two more inches of the toy burrow into the well-lubricated hole where she badly wanted it. She was tighter there than in her pussy, and the smaller plastic toy stretched the opening and the attached channel, sending more and stronger currents of joy rocketing through her body.

When she started, Vanessa was lying on her side, but that was not how she and Mike did it, and not the way she wanted to fuck herself when he was not with her. As her movements sent bolts of joy through her body from the dildo as it moved inside her ass, Vanessa slowly got up onto her knees. The toy was imbedded deeply enough that she no longer needed to hold her sphincter open, so she braced herself on her left hand and elbow while her right hand still held the toy in place. The next time she drove the dildo into her ass, she pushed off from the bed with her forearm to fuck back to meet it. This time, the plastic cock surged all the way into her until the palm of her hand was pressed flat against her soft and succulent ass cheeks.

Having achieved complete penetration, Vanessa remained in the same position and let the delightful sensations throb through her body. When she gaziantep üniversiteli escort was ready to start the fucking in earnest, she slowly drew the dildo most of the way out, paused and pushed back from her forearm while she plunged it all the way back in again, moaning at the incredible pleasure that radiated out from along its path. For the next stroke, she didn’t make herself wait so long, but drew the toy out and drove it immediately back in. Her ass was just as tight, but the lubricant was doing its job, and there was no friction at all, just the exquisite pleasure of the plastic cock stretching her second most private orifice.

Vanessa continued like that, slowly plowing the dildo in and out of her ass and fucking back to meet it. She could feel her orgasm starting to mount, but she knew it was still a long way off. There was no hurry; she had more than enough time alone in the house, and she wanted to bring herself slowly to her climax, the way Big Mike would have done if he had been there.

When that time arrived, Vanessa lay back down on her side. By doing so, she was no longer emulating what she and her lover would have done, but it had to be that way. She knew she would not have been able to stay on her knees for much longer, because the movements of her body were already so erratic, she was almost toppling over. She also reached back to take control of the dildo, which was still fully imbedded in her ass, with her left hand. Big Mike always advised her, and it made sense to her too, how she should never touch her pussy with her fingers or anything else that had been inside her ass, as the fingers of her left hand had.

Although she wouldn’t cum just from her ass being fucked, Vanessa’s pussy had been lubricating freely, so she once again dipped the fingers of her right hand into the pool of natural lubrication and carefully pinched her swollen clit between folds of her inner lips. To get the rhythm perfect, she started slowly, drawing the dildo back and plowing it forward again while she stroked her clit. Waves of pleasure inundated her body from both places, and she involuntarily moaned in bliss.

That same sound was repeated as her double masturbation continued. The movements of her body evolved from squirming to writhing and, minutes later, to thrashing. Although not able to think clearly with her climax impending the way it was, Vanessa was glad she was lying on her side, because she could never have remained upright on her knees with as little control of her body as she still retained.

“Uh! Uh! Uh!” she whimpered, while her legs and feet started kicking back and forth and her head and body tossed from side to side. “Oh, my god, yes!” she crooned ecstatically as her climax overwhelmed her.

Vanessa’s whole body pitched and thrashed on the bed for as long as she was in the throes of cumming. Only her hands remained under control, ramming the dildo in and out of her ass and stroking her clit in the same rhythm. When she climaxed, all the muscles in her body spasmed, and she cried out joyfully but incoherently. After that fabulous orgasm, the sexually sated young woman totally relaxed on top of her bed, juices gushing from her pussy to soak into the towel and the plastic cock still jammed deeply inside her ass.

After she had caught her breath and rested for a few minutes, she would carefully remove it, get dressed again and sterilize the toy before putting it back in its sealed plastic bag. Her two orgasms that afternoon had been great, and they would keep her satisfied for a day or two, even though she would have very much preferred having Big Mike there to bring her to them as well as his own.

Although not happy about his being far away, she could accept that she had to make some sacrifices too, considering what he was doing for his and her country.

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By the time Sarah had caught up with Bill, he was ankle deep in the frigid waters of the bay.

“Come on in, the water’s perfect!” he said, as he turned to greet her. They laughed, and Sarah felt herself relax. He wasn’t being awkward at all. Maybe he hadn’t caught a glimpse of her masturbating after all.

Whew, thought Sarah. That would have taken some explaining – why she had been so overcome with need that she had wantonly stroked herself to release right on a public beach, why she’d moaned Bill’s name instead of Ted’s.

Though, glancing at Bill as he stood there on the edge of the water, tall and tanned and trim, you couldn’t really blame her. She and Ted hadn’t fucked once on this holiday – camping with kids made everything tricky – and she was just aching to feel the touch of someone’s hands on her body, the feel of a hard cock plunging into her, the feel of a hot, hot jet of cum on her skin.

Bill was wearing a pair of board shorts, and Sarah risked a quick glance down. There was an unmistakable bulge. She gulped. Maybe he had seen her after all. Or maybe he was just that big.

“You gonna come for a swim or are you just going to stand there taking in the view?” Bill asked, interrupting her reverie. She hastily looked up to meet his eyes, icy green and inscrutable as ever. “It’s been a pretty hot day. I bet you’re as sweaty as me, chasing after those damn kids all afternoon. Come on in, it’ll feel good.”

He grabbed her hand, and his touch was electric. Sarah felt goosebumps rise up her gaziantep suriyeli escort arm. She felt a surge of dampness in her bikini bottoms and she flushed. She looked up at their campsite on the bluffs – Ted, her husband and Astrid, Bill’s wife, were sitting around the fire, chatting. They were out of earshot and barely visible through the tangle of trees and undergrowth around the campsites.

Sarah turned and plunged into the cold water. She swam a few strokes and then surfaced, in chest deep water next to Bill. Out in the calm of the ocean, it felt like they were miles from everyone. The children, Ted, Astrid and the rest of the campers on the beach.

She rolled onto her back to float, keenly aware of Bill’s gaze on her. “It’s pretty cold out here, I’m not sure I’m going to last long,” she sighed. “But it sure feels good after such a hot day.”

“Yeah, it’s cold. I can tell,” laughed Bill. He reached over and flicked her nipple, which was painfully erect, whether from the chilly water or her arousal she couldn’t say.

“Bill!” gasped Sarah. “What are you doing?”

“What you wanted me to do earlier, I bet,” he said quietly. “I heard what you were saying earlier.” Sarah reddened, and felt the heat build between her legs despite the coldness of the water.

Suddenly, Bill pulled her to him. Grabbing her by the waist, he spread her legs and wrapped them around him. She could feel a hard, hot bulge press against her.

“Look at what gaziantep türbanlı escort you did to me,” groaned Bill. “That was so hot, watching you.”

“Stop!” cried Sarah, flustered. “They’ll see everything!”

“See what?” mocked Bill. “It just looks like we’re taking a dip. They can’t see what’s happening underneath.”

To prove his point, he tugged on the ties of her bikini bottom until it came off. He stuffed it into his pocket. Then he roughly pressed her against him again. Without her bottoms on, Sarah’s pussy could feel every outline of his bulge. Oh god, he was so huge. And so hard. Against her better judgement, she started grinding against him. Her clit was still so sensitive from coming earlier that just the sensation of the rough material of his shorts against her naked pussy sent electric jolts up her spine.

“Now, that they’ll see,” Bill laughed. He let go of her and swam off. “It’s getting cold. Time to warm up. I’ll get the kids while you … make yourself presentable.” His green eyes turned dark. “Though you’re very presentable to me right now,” he added, taking a last glance down at her exposed sex. Sarah flushed.

He turned and tossed her bikini bottom, then strode towards the kids, who had were now at the water’s edge, clamoring for snack and attention.

Sarah lingered a moment longer, longing for release. She watched Bill as he marshaled the children into picking up their toys. He picked up their cooler and beach gaziantep ücreti elden alan escort umbrella and Sarah noticed how his muscles rippled in the golden late afternoon sun. Just after a few days here and his hair had already begun turning blond. Somehow, easy way he moved among the fractious children sparked something in her.

He was right. No one would see, she thought. Even though she was starting to feel chilly in the water, she slipped a finger into her cunt, then another. She was still so slippery with need and her pussy lips were so puffy. She was amazed at how aroused she was, just watching this lithe and limber man, thinking about his hard cock and how urgently it had pressed against her.

She stroked her fingers in and out as she thought about what his cock would look like. Would it be all veiny? Was he circumcised? Did he like getting head just like Ted did? Would her get so aroused when she sucked on him that he would roughly pick her up and slam her into the bed, before mounting her from behind and savagely fucking her until they both came, roaring with pleasure?

She circled her clit, roughly, faster and faster. She didn’t care who saw, as she mashed her clit again and again. The cold water, her hot, hot heat inside – it felt electric. She closed her eyes and imagined her fingers were Ted’s, that it was him pulling on her nipples, breathing her name, spreading her folds. She imagined the feel of his cock, stretching her out, its proud length pressing against her cervix as he plunged deep, his mushroom head rubbing against her G spot as he pulled out, only to slam into her again, and again ..

And suddenly she came, spasming over her fingers. She looked up, and saw Astrid waving at her from the campsite. It was dinner time and she was late. She slipped on her bikini bottoms and swam back into shore …

Find out what happens after dinner in chapter 3. To be continued …

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It was my birthday, and my new friend Teri had arranged to take me out for a day’s shopping. I had only known her three weeks, meeting her at an evening dance class, but already we were firm friends and getting closer all the time. She was wild, forever saying outrageous things, flirting shamelessly with men, dressing how she pleased, trying to get me to ‘let myself go’. I didn’t consider myself a prude – I’d had several boyfriends and was always open to approaches from others – but Teri took my breath away sometimes. Last week she’d invited me to an orgy – I think she was serious – but I chickened out at the last minute.

Perhaps I should tell you a little about us. My name’s Lisa and I’m 25, secretary, fairly small but well-formed, short blonde hair, pretty (I’m told), fond of sunbathing so I’ve got a good tan that covers all but a few strategic square inches. Teri is taller, same age, hair a little darker than mine (when it’s not dyed), slimmer but with a nice bust. Her love life is so complex (if you believe her) that she needs a laptop to keep track of who she’s dating that day.

Anyway, she turned up on time in a bright pink sundress bearing a huge card and a small gift-wrapped box. We kissed – Teri kisses everybody and I’m getting the habit now. The card bore some obscene greeting, and the box was very heavy. Inside were two smooth balls made of some golden metal.

‘Uh, thanks,’ I said. ‘They’re very nice . . .’ I had seen similar objects designed for exercising the fingers. It seemed a strange gift. Teri was looking at me with suppressed laughter.

‘Don’t you know what they’re for?’

‘Uh . . . ‘

‘They’re called ben-wa balls. Lots of women use them. They’ll drive you wild!’

I must have been thick that morning, because I still didn’t see what she was driving at.

‘You put them in your cunt,’ she said, grinning at my discomfort. I opened my mouth but no sound emerged.

‘Go on, try them,’ said Teri.

‘Are you sure?’ I mumbled. I couldn’t imagine using them, and yet deep inside me something subconscious obviously liked the idea because I felt a tiny quiver in my loins.

‘Of course I’m sure,’ she said, holding her arms out and wriggling like a belly dancer.

‘You mean – you use them?’ I was stunned.

‘Yep. Quite a lot of the time. I’m wearing some now. I feel great – ready for anything!’

I swallowed. Well, it was my quarter century, so I felt I ought to try something new. And my body was liking the idea more and more, if the trace of hot wetness in my pussy was any signal.

I went to the bathroom (I wasn’t going to put them in with her watching, was I?) and took off my panties. I ran the balls under the hot tap for a minute as Teri had advised me, then squatted down in the tampon-inserting position. I took a deep breath, wondering whether to just tell her they were in without actually doing it. Courage, Lisa. Today is the first day, etc.

The warm smooth spheres, about the size of a hen’s egg, went in with surprising ease. I stood up slowly, examining the novel sensations: a dragging on my pelvic floor muscles, a satisfying feeling of fullness in my cunt – and a sudden surge of sexual arousal that swept through me and made me clutch at the basin for support. Wow! That was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, neither with a man, nor with myself. There was no focus of pleasure – clitoris or whatever – just a hot glow of sexual power diffusing through my entire body. My breasts tingled and I felt my nipples harden. My pussy grew wet with my juices.

I pulled my panties back on and tried to walk nonchalantly back into the lounge. Every step sent a wave of pleasure coursing through me. I gasped and swayed, and Teri, coming to see what was taking so long, caught me before I stumbled. I felt her warm arms around me, through my thin dress, and felt a definite sexual current flowing between us.

‘Good, heh?’ she said, ‘Here, sit down till you get used to it.’

I sat on the sofa and, once still, the feelings subsided a little. ‘How do you manage?’ I said, ‘I feel like – I don’t know what.’

‘Like you’re going to cum all the time?’ she asked, grinning, and I nodded. ‘You’ll get used to it. You’re just on a higher plane. It took me a few hours to be able to act natural.’

I sat there with an inward look, shifting my hips occasionally and analysing the sensations it produced. I did feel as if I was at that plateau stage when you want to cum but need just a bit more stimulation – not much! – to tip you over the edge. It was delicious, gaziantep yavuzeli escort in fact, and I could see it would be addictive.

Teri was looking at her watch. ‘Come on, we want to get some shopping in before lunch.’ I wasn’t sure that I could manage walking round the shops, but she persuaded me. I hung on to her arm as we went out to her car, gasping and giggling with pleasure.

The faint vibration of her car set up sympathetic trembling in my ‘balls’, and by the time we arrived at the mall I was as close to cuming as if I was being tongued by a professional linguist. I had to sit there for five minutes before I was able to get out of the car. Teri looked at me with amusement. I knew now why she out of all my friends had a different air about her, an air of excitement, daredevil, arousal. It was because she was constantly on a sexual high. I found myself looking at her as if I were a man, admiring her long legs, her high breasts with their prominent nipples showing under the dress, her moist full lips, her nostrils flaring with excitement. Faintly I thought I could smell her sexual musk – or perhaps it was mine!

We strolled into the mall, me desperately trying to pretend I was normal. I found myself adopting a slower, more sensuous, hip-rolling walk – sudden movements tended to make the balls bump against the walls of my vagina. I realised that Teri walked like that: it was one of the causes of her innate sexuality. We linked arms and I took pleasure in the feel of her warmth against me.

Soon I had to sit down on one of the benches until I had got myself under control. We laughed together at my predicament, and Teri suggested we grab a coffee and doughnut at the stall opposite. I thought I could make it that far.

We stood at the counter, making small talk with the young assistant, a teenage girl with long black hair. Suddenly she stopped and looked at me directly.

‘You wearing?’ she asked.

I didn’t understand. ‘What?’

‘Are you wearing?’ she repeated.

‘Yes, she is,’ Teri said. ‘First time today.’

The girl grinned at me. ‘Welcome to the club,’ she said. ‘Have a nice day!’ She winked.

I was stunned. We went and sat down and Teri explained that women who were wearing ben-wa balls, or anything similar, generally had a air about them which was recognisable by those in the know. A sort of underground subculture.

‘I could tell she was,’ Teri said, ‘and she didn’t have to ask me. But maybe you haven’t learnt how to show it properly yet.’

I breathed deeply. There was a lot I had to learn about life. The girl flashed another grin at me.

We spent the next half-hour just watching the people walking past. I lusted after the men – anything between 15 and 55 that was halfway decent seemed like a sex god to me just then – but Teri told me to concentrate on the women.

‘Here’s one,’ she whispered, ‘Coming from the left.’ She was 35ish, business type, smartly dressed, short skirt. But yes, her walk was just a little too slow and swinging, her breasts held a little too proudly, her mouth open slightly, her misty eyes focused inwards on her bodily sensations. ‘She’s wearing, I’ll bet you. Look at the eyes, they’re the key.’

By the end of the half-hour I could identify them with reasonable accuracy – probably about 1 in 20. Of course, we had no way of knowing whether we were right, although Teri said that we could always ask. I thought she was joking, but she reckoned that they would be pleased to meet a fellow wearer. There was a sort of freemasonry at work here. Certainly I hadn’t been offended by the coffee stall girl – in a way I had felt closer to her.

But the purpose of our visit had after all been some serious shopping. We browsed around the clothes shops, not finding anything that we liked much. I must admit that my mind wasn’t totally on the task in hand – every so often a too sudden movement would send a bigger than normal wave of pleasure through me, and I would have to suppress a whimper. One time, I was squatting down looking at shoes, and it was too much. I clutched Teri’s arm. ‘Teri, I’ve got to cum!’ I whispered.

She smiled at me. ‘Me too,’ she said, ‘Cmon, let’s go outside.’ We staggered to the bench out in the mall and sat. I was shaking with the climax that hovered just under the surface.

‘Cross your legs,’ whispered Teri. I pressed my thighs together and squeezed my internal muscles, knowing instinctively what to do. Teri and I gripped hands and I felt her trembling. gaziantep yeni escort The climax burned through me like a hot wind, I felt myself flushing and my vision went misty for a moment. Faintly I heard Teri moaning beside me. I came down from the heights very slowly – it hadn’t been like a normal orgasm I get with a man, more of a great heat filling my body.

‘Wow,’ I breathed, and Teri looked at me and grinned. I could see her lips moist and her eyes smoky with the afterglow of her own climax. We sat there gathering strength – I for one felt as horny as before.

A woman came out of the shop opposite and approached us. She was in her thirties, attractive and well-dressed. I though I could detect in her movements and demeanour the signs of a fellow wearer.

‘Hi,’ she said, ‘Do you want to use one of our changing rooms? You’re welcome, you know.’

I was taken aback, but Teri said, ‘OK, I guess we need that. Lisa here’s not used to it.’

The shop woman smiled at me. ‘Quite a buzz, isn’t it?’ she said. ‘Took me weeks to act normal.’

‘You’re . . . wearing?’ I asked, using the accepted phrase.

‘Sure,’ she said, ‘Wouldn’t be without them. Helps pass the time. Couldn’t stand this job otherwise.’

We got up shakily and went into the shop. She handed us some dresses. ‘Here, pretend you’re trying these on. Changing rooms are through the back.’

Teri and I got into the small mirrored room and shut the door. I clung to her, feeling another climax welling up in me. She helped me off with my dress and took her own off. I was shocked to see the large damp patch in the crotch of her panties, but I realised that I was just as wet. She slipped them off and leaned back against the wall, sliding her fingers down between her legs. In a few seconds she was shuddering and gasping her way through an orgasm, rubbing her hard nipples with her other hand. I felt more juice spill into my panties, and slipped them off, unable to take my eyes off Teri. My hand found its way to my clit of its own volition and with shocking suddenness I came powerfully. The balls held in my spasming vagina pressed against my sensitive places and renewed my climax again and again.

Eventually Teri and I came down to earth, looked at each other and laughed. ‘Like it?’ she said.

She pulled out another pair of panties from her bag. ‘Got a spare pair?’ she asked, and I shook my head.

‘Always carry a couple of spares. Here, borrow one of mine.’

We dressed and tried to make ourselves look presentable. My orgasms had relieved my more urgent needs but I was still on that sexual plateau where a small extra stimulation would trigger off further climaxes. The woman grinned at us as we gave her back the dresses that we had ‘tried on’.

‘Feel better now?’

Teri grinned at her, unembarrassed. ‘You bet. Thanks.’

‘I know what it’s like. What are you wearing?’

‘Lisa here’s got a pair of balls. It’s her first time. I’ve got four in. What about you?’

I was taken aback. Four! Teri must be stretched to bursting.

‘Just a couple of balls. Sometimes I use a big egg, sometimes a butt plug as well. I like a bit of variety.’

I wanted to ask what a butt plug was, but decided to wait. Teri was talking to the woman, analysing different designs, most of the jargon over my head.

‘Some of us here go to a work-out class on Wednesday evening,’ the woman said. ‘We all wear something for that. It’s wild! You should try it. And the shower-room afterwards, wow! We really have some fun.’

‘I’ve got an exercise bike,’ Teri said. ‘That’s nice. I can cum continuously for half-an-hour!’

‘I can imagine,’ said the woman, smiling to herself. ‘Well, guess I got to go in back after that! Have fun!’

We wandered out into the mall again. I felt as though I was in a dream, where anything was allowed and possible. Had I really just cum on the seat there, and again in the changing room?

‘Was that true, about the exercise bike?’

‘What?’ said Teri, distracted. ‘Oh, yeah, of course. You should try it.’

We suddenly felt hungry so found a cafe and stuffed ourselves for a while, watching the people walk by and trying to identify the ‘wearers’. Teri reckoned that most of the waitresses and assistants were, but I wasn’t so sure. I found that I was getting used to the glow of sexual arousal suffusing my body – I could ignore it for periods, although I realised that I was smiling at everyone and unconsciously giving come-on gaziantep zayıf escort signals to men (and women too, probably). Then I would concentrate on my insides and feel the balls rolling against my vagina, and a wave of pleasure would break inside me. My borrowed panties grew wet.

Over coffee, Teri and I had to let ourselves cum again. I managed it quite well, my breathing growing deeper and louder but no other outward signs. It was a good way to end the meal.

‘How many spare pairs have you got?’ I asked her, and she laughed.

‘You’ll just have to leave them off, Lisa. That dress’s long enough – just.’

We strolled around, getting chatted up by a couple of men working on an empty shop. I think if Teri had been on her own she would have ended up fucking them both, but I wasn’t ready for that – yet.

‘Can men tell?’ I asked her.

‘No, don’t think so. Not consciously anyway. They just know whether a woman’s sexy or not, don’t stop to ask why. Probably don’t even know about wearing things.’

We browsed around a stall selling silver jewellery. The owner was a tall striking Afro-American woman; she radiated sexuality like an electric fire and I felt that no man would have been able to resist her. I found her quite exciting myself. She held some of the chains up to my neck and the touch of her warm fingers sent a spark through me. Teri was looking at another counter.

‘What are you wearing?’ she asked me in a low voice.

‘Couple of ben-wa balls,’ I answered, then realised that she might have been asking about my perfume.

‘Thought so,’ she said.

‘What about you?’ I was bold enough now to ask.

‘Come through the back and I’ll show you.’ She called to the other assistant to watch the front, and led me through into the storeroom. She put a foot up on a crate, and hitched up her long skirt with no embarrassment.

She was naked under the skirt. Her long brown legs flowed endlessly upwards to her dark crotch. She was shaven, and her labia were black and velvety. But what drew my eye was the large cream object sticking out of her vagina. It looked like a sculpted pair of testicles, and a wire led from it upwards across her stomach. I saw also that there was a silver ring in one of her outer labia. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

She pulled something out of a pocket in her skirt; it looked like a small TV remote control. She turned a knob on it and I heard a faint buzzing sound. She breathed fast and I saw her hips writhe slowly.

‘Batteries are inside,’ she said breathlessly. ‘I can control the power from this thing.’

She put her leg down, letting the skirt fall to cover her. Her hand gripped my shoulder, and she looked into my eyes as her climax swelled. She turned the knob again and an expression of pure ecstasy swept across her face. She gasped and moaned, her hips jerking. I grew ever wetter. . .

When she had calmed down, she felt in her other pocket and gave me a small business card. She looked hard at me and said, ‘Why don’t you visit me and my husband some time? We’d both like to get to know you better. Call us anytime.’

I looked at the card – just their names and a street address, with ‘Handmade Silver Jewellery’ underneath. They lived not far from me.

‘I might do that,’ I said, smiling at her, and thinking that I had to get to a place where I could cum quickly.

‘I better get back to the shop. You can stay here – if you need to.’ She grinned at me.

She left me in the storeroom and I watched her shapely figure walk out into the shop with that sensuous roll she had. I slipped off my panties, pushed my hand between my legs and squeezed my thighs together. The climax burst inside me and I nearly fell over with the ferocity of the heat burning through my body. The spasms lasted for minutes as I fought for breath.

Later, I left the sodden panties on a box and tottered weak-kneed through the shop. The black woman winked at me as I left. I found Teri on a bench, looking as if she’d also just finished cuming. I collapsed beside her.

‘I think I’ve just been invited to a threesome,’ I said, and told her what had happened.

‘Lucky you,’ said Teri. ‘Can you bring a friend?’

I was exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and persuaded Teri that we should go home, even though we hadn’t bought anything (the object of the trip, after all).

‘OK,’ she said, ‘but don’t forget I’m taking you to a party tonight.’

I had forgotten, in the heat and excitement of the day. ‘What sort of party?’

‘You’ll find out.’ She grinned.

‘What should I wear?’

‘What you’re wearing now,’ she said, pointing at my crotch.

‘No, I mean clothes.’

‘Oh, anything. Nothing you don’t want to take off and probably lose track of.’

So it was that sort of party – Teri had told me about the parties she went to and I only half believed her. Soon I would find out.

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I laid in bed once again, listening to the rain beat against my window. The wind whistled against the pane and the cold dampness of the house permeated my very being. While outside my skin was covered in goose bumps and chills, inside I was burning hot, on fire with a slow burn, aching and ready to be ignited.

The lights were dim in the room, with only the small illumination from a nearby candle on the dresser. I had put on some alternative music with a hard, pounding beat, meant to remind you of the fevered fucking you so favor. As you had requested, I was dressed only in my 6 inch high heeled red leather pumps, and a scrap of red mesh and black lace, known as a thong. My hair was pulled back into small little pigtails and I had applied a lovely wet sheen of blood red lip-gloss on my pink and pouty lips. I was reclined on the bed waiting for you to arrive.

I sometimes wonder what our friends might think if they knew that you and I liked to play these games. Would they laugh? Would they be disgusted? Or would they be aroused the way I am whenever a new fantasy begins to take form gaziantep vip escort in your head? Would they find the dichotomy of such a “wholesome” couple playing such naughty games a turn on? Sometimes I wish we could invite them to watch just to see their reaction. But instead, I am fully content in being the vessel in which you sate your desires, and the actress in our romantic notions.

As I recline against a mountain of cool pillows and watch the candlelight flicker across my abundant frame, (for I am no petite thing, a trait you admire so in me), I take note how my 42D breasts lay against my chest. They are heavy and aching to be touched. My nipples begin to harden at the thought of your wicked mouth and the way you move your lips across my little peaks, teasing them to attention then sucking the tips with your tongue. As I reminisce, my fingers start to wander under the waistband of my thong and with one hand teasing the lips of my pink slick pussy, and the other pinching my nipples painfully hard, I begin to grow wet and the gaziantep yabancı escort desire to be filled with your cock overwhelms me.

I close my eyes, slide the red mesh fabric down my hips to my ankles then proceed to spread my lips, allowing my short red tipped fingernails access to my cunt. First one finger slips dutifully inside, then I add another finger, its tight but it feels so slick and hot, and full that I can’t help but add my third finger into my pussy. As I grind my fingers inside my moist vagina, with my other hand I begin to stroke that small tiny bundle of nerves that is my clit. It’s a little button and its throbbing with sensation, it wants to be sucked and stroked. I wet my finger on my left hand with my tongue and begin to stroke my clit in slow light circles all the while, pumping into my nether lips with my other hand.

I begin to feel my body start to tighten, the red high heels digging into the mattress, the scrap of mesh and lace now down at my ankles binding my feet. I am biting my teeth gaziantep yaşlı escort into my glossy stained red lips, and my nipples are flushed and aroused.

My whole body is on fire, needing to feel you, needing to smell the scent of your cologne, the taste of your sweat, and the rough sweeping of your fingertips as you slide your blunt digits deep inside my hot, slippery pussy. All these memories converge as I stroke my clit and it’s the memory of your tongue on that bundle of nerves, that sends my spine to tingle, my back to arch and my body to shake as my orgasm rips through my body making me pussy tighten around my fingers itching them to keep pumping into me and my moans to keen at a higher pitch as if its you that is inside of me, instead of my own hands.

After my body begins to settle and I withdraw my hands from my body, aftershocks begin to ripple through my lips and I wish you were here; your cock inside me to feel it. My eyes are closed as I make this silent prayer but it is then that I am aware there is someone in the room with me. The smell of cinnamon and leather permeates the room and I know its you. My eyes are hazy with the afterglow of the orgasm I just received, but I see you shift toward me, your pants unbuckled and your cock gloriously aroused. I feel your hands sliding my thong completely off my legs and you caress the leather of my shoes. It’s the firm touch at my ankles that tells me soon my fantasy is about to become a reality.

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Let me start out by saying, it’s SO not fair for you to drive me this crazy during work. I only talked to you for a few minutes on my lunch break, and you managed to get me so worked up that I started fondling myself through my jeans. Anyone could have walked in at that moment. There would have been no question of what I was doing — my right hand working the mouse (god, even that sounds sexual) while my left was in my lap gently kneading my erection, working it through the fly of my boxers so there was only one layer of clothing between …

But no one did see me. And I signed off the computer because my lunch break was almost over, and you probably went back to your day (hopefully thinking of me), and I was ready to let my erection subside and go back to work. But then I walked past the men’s room door, and your words were still in my mind, and my body seemed to switch to automatic and I stepped inside, locking the door behind me.

It’s actually pretty large for a men’s toilet, but it’s typical of a wood shop area. There’s a sink and a toilet and a urinal all in a row along the wall. It’s close, not enough ventilation; I can hear myself breathe in here. But it’s also very private, and that’s what I need right now.

Lid up on the toilet, and I undo my belt. As my jeans drop, there’s a metallic noise as my belt buckle hits the floor. The noise is echoed, as şanlıurfa escort is my breathing, in that way that only public bathrooms seem to manipulate sound.

The seat here is just right, too — not too hard, not too skinny (I am a big boy). I sit down. I’m slid forward to the front of it, hunkered over a little bit, and though I’m not touching myself yet my cock is fully hard and pointing forward. My shirt is pulled up — I need to feel a little more naked, I think is why. And I do run my hand over my belly as I’m working my way down. It’s rough from work, but the touch can turn so careful, so gentle.

And I take my cock into that hand. God, that first touch! I almost call your name out loud, but I murmur it under my breath in time. That touch is so good, so sweet, so fucking absolutely right that it feels like it must be yours. I curl my fingers around myself and take one or two experimental strokes.

It’s going to be one of those times when I could come almost immediately, where I have to find ways to slow myself down. This is what you do to me, your words and your pictures and my dream of your voice. You make it so hard not to go off like a firecracker the minute I’m lit.

But I pull back, I play a little more. My hand moves down to cup my balls, fondle them. My other hand slides up my stomach to my gaziantep sarışın escort chest, ruffling the hair there, and I close my eyes and it is you. I’m so into the fantasy of you, my lips are formed in a kiss. My hand below grabs cock, balls and all, and gently shakes them together for a feeling of soft flesh against flesh … and I wish all the harder for your body to be rubbing against.

When I’m imagining your body, your touch, my skin feels so different … my cock feels like an altogether new thing. I’ve gone back to holding it in my fist now, as my desire has subsided enough that I can touch. And while my hand is not moving much, I’m gently rocking my hips back and forth, fucking it, feeling my foreskin close over the head and then be pulled back again, closed and pulled back, sliding again and again. I make a small noise deep in my throat.

For a minute, voices are close out in the hallway, and I stop, frozen in this pose, not wanting anything to give my actions away. But the people walk past, and what their intrusion on my pleasure has given me is a sense of urgency.

Now I’m leaning back a bit so my cock points up in a diagonal, and I begin to stroke in earnest. My hand closes tighter, and I bend down a bit back toward the earth, the pressures driving me crazier, like being squeezed şehitkamil escort inside you. But I’ve stopped moving my hips; I’m no longer fucking, it’s more like I’m being fucked, like my cock is a stationary point now being used to get my whole body off. It’s my hand that is fucking, my fingers that are moving deftly with such an intimate knowledge of just what touches in what order will get me off. God, my hand is you closed around me, with my eyes clenched shut I can see your wicked smile as you raise and lower above me …

And so much quicker than I expect it starts rising in me, I begin to shake, my hand moving in fits and starts as it tries to keep the feeling rising and rising, without yet going too far. The whole toilet is rocking, I’m jacking off with such syncopated fury. I’m speaking again now, trying to keep it quiet, but saying yes, god, oh please, let me come for you …

I barely move back in time on the seat so I won’t make a mess, and I lean forward so I can press my cock WAY down before god, it rises through me like a swarm of symphonic notes, like laughter, like a shout and god I am coming, my cock is goddamn-spurting and my whole body is shaking and for a few moments there is nothing else in the universe but the shattering sensation as I come, even my hand and my cock have vanished, the only thing I can feel in existence is this and it is good.

I sit there, panting, and slowly the world comes back into focus. I give myself one or two final squeezes as I stand up; one luminous drip falls to the floor before I can catch it with a sheet of tissue. And as I put my clothes back in order and try to compose myself, I realize there never really was any choice. I had to come for you. No matter where I was.

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While I was searching the internet earlier I ran across a picture that sent a jolt of pleasure surging to my clit increasing its already swollen size and sensitivity. I was having a hard time controlling the spasms that wanted to send me into an incredibly hot orgasm. My eyes were glued to the screen savoring the sight that brought back memories of an incredibly hot evening I had several years ago.

It was a warm summer evening, I was in the shower getting ready for a visit from a couple of old friends. Shelley, Jo and I have know each other for many years. Then it grew to a whole new relationship when I had invited them over one night at the request of my husband (now ex). He wanted to have a threesome and since I couldn’t decide which one to ask I asked both. I don’t think that it turned out quite like he expected though, it turned out that they were more into women than men, but that is another story I will have to write about later.

Ever since that night Shelley has been obsessed with my pussy, she cant get enough of it. Every time she comes over she is all over me. It is hard to deny her because she can eat pussy like nobodies business. I cant even count the number of orgasms I have had just during one session with her. It has been over a year since I saw her last, she moved out of state to be closer to her family. So I knew this would be an incredibly hot evening.

I was just finishing up in the shower, making sure that everything was nice and smooth when the doorbell rang. She was here early. I toweled off real quick and threw on a light summer dress and ran downstairs to open the door. As soon as I opened it she was inside, she put her arms around me and gave me a kiss. She stepped back took a look at me, then with a big smile on her face she said “I caught you in the shower? Does that mean that you don’t have anything on under your dress?”. I told her yes but we had to wait cause I was expecting Bob to come by. Bob is another friend of mine that has treated me to some of the most incredible masturbation shows I have ever seen. As Shelley reached under my dress she said “So why do we have to wait, he knows what’s up and he has wanted to watch us for a long time”. Her finger slid between the lips of my pussy and she rubbed lightly on my clit. She made it so hard to say no, besides she was right Bob has made it very well known that catching us together was one of his biggest fantasies while masturbating.

As she was teasing my clit with one hand Shelley pulled down the front of my dress to expose my breasts. She licked her lips and bent down and sucked my nipple into her mouth. She could do amazing things with that mouth of hers. She had a way of sucking and moving her tongue what drove me wild. She gently pushed me backwards until I fell backwards onto the sofa. Before I could steady myself gaziantep sahibe escort she had my legs spread and her mouth between them. She started making sounds as if she were eating a gourmet meal. She looked up at me, I couldn’t even see her mouth it was covered by the lips of my pussy. After a few minutes she backed off long enough to tell me how much she missed having my pussy in her mouth and she was going to make up for lost time.

Oh my god she was, she had my clit twice its normal size in no time. I loved to watch her as she ate me out. She was in ecstasy, her eyes were only half way open, like she was in another world. She would suck my clit in-between her lips and suck it in and out. My body was jerking all over from the sensations I was having. I watched her as I was humping her mouth. Grinding my pussy as far as I could on her face. I didn’t want to cum yet but I couldn’t stop it felt so good besides I knew Shelley and there would be many more to come. I grabbed her head and held it tight as I rubbed my clit all around her mouth, she knew she had me and sucked even harder. I must of cum for five minuets my hips rotating around adding to the suction Shelley had on my clit. At times I could see my clit between the lips of my pussy and her mouth. It was so swollen and hard almost like a small penis. That sent me over the top, I had no control over convulsions my body was having.

Shelley backed off a little knowing that I would continue to cum as long as she had her lip lock on my clit. She said “Enjoyed that did you? Well you haven’t seen anything yet! So catch your breath and then we can get down to business.” I knew I was in for it, gasping for air I laid there unable to move.

Shelley took full advantage and pulled my dress off of me. She leaned over me grabbing a tit in each hand. As she squeezed them together she played with each nipple with her tongue. They were so hard begging for her to suck them into her mouth. God I love having my nipples sucked so much so that if there isn’t a mouth available to suck them, I will, but for now she was taking her time enjoying giving me so much pleasure.

As she sucked on my nipples I caught my breath and felt my clit start to tingle with desire. I reached down and grabbed my plump lips, it feels so good feeling my clit pop back and forth from the pressure of my fingers. I looked up at Shelley and asked her to let me suck on her nipples, I knew she wouldn’t let me anywhere near her pussy for quite a while. She pulled her tee shirt over her head and took off her bra. Then she leaned back over me to return to sucking my nipples but this time she did it so hers were right in my face. Her breasts are smaller than mine but she has very suckable nipples. Taking turns with each one I sucked and lightly şahinbey escort nibbled them. I could feel Shelley getting turned on, she was sucking harder and harder on my nipples. She told me to nibble a little harder and every now and then she wanted me to flick my tongue on them.

We heard a car pull up, she looked at me and I said it must be Bob. With that she got up and placed herself back between my legs. Saying that she wanted Bob to catch her eating me out. Shelley knew that she was the best at eating pussy and got off on showing men how good she was. The doorbell rang, we didn’t move, it rang again. Then we heard footsteps going away from the door. After a few moments the sliding glass door opened, it was Bob.

He came around the corner and stopped dead in his tracks. A big smile came to his face and it wasn’t hard to miss the big bulge in his jeans. “Well, well what do we have here ladies. Enjoying yourselves are you?”. with that he unbuttoned his tight jeans. Bob had a huge cock and when it is hard its straight as an arrow. He took his hand, which isn’t small either, and licked it with his tongue. Then he wrapped it around the shaft of his cock and started stroking. He walked over to the chair by the sofa so he could get a better view. He took off his shoes,his jeans and shirt never missing one stroke of his magnificent cock. I get so hot watching Bob masturbate, he is truly a master masturbator. The different strokes he uses, you can see his cock respond to his every touch. His body will spasm and jerk as he strokes away. I get real hot when I see him watch himself and get so turned on that he gasps for air with each spasm he has.

Boy this is going to be some evening, I have Shelley is doing her best to show Bob what she is doing stopping every so often so he can see how swollen my pussy is and I have Bob showing me how he likes what he sees by giving me the best jerk off show I have ever seen. Oh, I’m on the edge of cumming again but this time I keep it under control. Both Shelley and Bob know this and are trying their best to send me over the edge.

Bob stopped stroking for a moment as he reached over and took a hold of my tits, pushing them together sucking one nipple then the other. Then he took his fingers pinching and twisting them at the same time. Then he put them to my mouth for me to suck on, he loves watching me as I suck on my own nipples as I hold them to my lips, this is the first time he has held them to my lips for me. He looked down at the view that I had of Shelley sucking on my clit and back at me sucking on my nipples. He let go and got up stroking like mad.

He went behind Shelley and pulled her pants off. Kneeling behind her he put his dick in her pussy. He pumped it in and out a few times then he laid over beside şahinbey escort bayan so his face was even with hers. He started encouraging her to suck harder and faster. Telling her that by the looks of how I was shaking and wiggling my hip around I must be enjoying it. Asking her if my pussy tasted good , if she liked having her mouth between my smooth plump lips. All Shelley could do was turn her head so she could look at him and then she pulled her head back so he got a close up view of my clit as she sucked on it.

Then he looked up at me I was watching and listening to what they were doing and it was turning me on. He asked me if I liked what Shelley was doing, if it was getting me hot. I told him “Oh my god yes, she already got me off once before you got here”. He smiled and said “Oh yeah, she must really love the taste of your pussy”. Shelley stopped for a moment and told him that she cant get enough that she could suck it for hours. Bob looked back at me and said “Why don’t you show us how much you like it. Your nipples look like they need attention”.kI grabbed on to them and started sucking like mad. Shelley looked up at me sucking feverously at one then the ther, every once and a while stopping to run the tip of my tongue around each nipple. I was getting so hot watching them watch me as I watched them. My hips were pumping back and forth. With each pump Shelley would pull her head back playing tug of war with my clit. God it felt so good.

Bob got back behind Shelley and pulled his dick back so it almost came out of her pussy. He stroked the shaft while the head was still in her hot pussy, then he would put it back in and do it all over again. After a while he got up and told us he wanted to try something, to see if we enjoyed it. He sat down on the rocking chair stroking his huge cock. He told me to come over to him, when I reached him he turned me around and told me to sit down onto his cock. I started to sit, feeling the huge wet head slide between my lips. He started to enter me and it was so big I didn’t think it would fit. He said “Fuck, your so tight”. He took it slow and it finally went in. He was rocking back and forth in the chair. He told Shelley to suck on my clit as I was riding him. Once Shelley got her mouth on me that was it, I came and came it felt so good.

Then Bob said it was Shelley’s turn so we switched places and I finally got to get my lips on her pussy. We gave Shelley such a working over she was speechless when we were finally done but she still wanted my clit in her mouth. Since I got turned on again taking care of Shelley I was more than happy to let her. Bob had had just about enough and was ready cum. He got behind Shelley again and pumped his shaft against her ass. Just as he was ready to blow, he grabbed it with both hands stroking wildly. He shot his load of cum from along Shelley’s back, all over me, to over my head. That set me off and I came again.

We laid there for a while then Bob asked if we were hungry for something other than each other. Shelley and I both laughed. We got dressed and went to dinner. This was such a hot encounter that I remember every moment of it as I am sure Shelley and Bob do to.

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