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A Conversation with a Lady

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This story was inspired by Gemsissy and her wonderful shopping trips…

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A select lingerie shop in a small northern English market town. The shop front reads ‘Cherie.’

I walk in and I’m surrounded by wonderful things by Lejaby, Aubade, Lise Charmel. A stylish woman is behind the counter; she’s mid-40s, slim, blonde, tall. She has tanned skin, expertly-applied makeup with natural-looking peach-pink lipstick. She’s wearing a tight-fitting, beige ribbed sweater and black trousers. She’s on the phone and I notice her French manicured, square-cut white nails. I notice a pack of Silk Cuts on the counter with a lighter on top.

She talks to a voicemail and she has a calm, soft voice and a Manchester accent. “Yes, it’s Cherie Lingerie. This is Cherie speaking. I’m just letting you know your order should be here tomorrow. I’ll ring to confirm when it arrives. Thank you…”

I pick up an impossibly flimsy, sheer red bra as she smiles towards me. “Hello…”

“Good morning,” I smile back.

“If there’s anything specific you’d like to see, please ask…”

I replace the amazing bra. “I’m looking for a basque; something luxurious and exclusive… Black lace, embroidered flowers…”

“Ok,” she smiles, “perhaps something like these?” She indicates a couple on a rail. “Have you any idea of the size?”

This is the bit I always find so enjoyable. “Actually, it’s for me… I’d like to try a couple on, if that’s OK?”

She pauses momentarily, her manicured fingers clasped together at shoulder level in a very feminine gesture. “Yes, that’s fine…” she smiles, her composure regained. She eyes me up. “You’d be…”

“My bra size is 40B, but I wear forms to bring me up to a D or DD cup. I have them with me…”

“Ok,” she says quietly as she selects a few in my size. “Is it for a special occasion?”

I smile. “Yes, a party… I’ll be wearing it under a silk bridesmaid dress…”

She smiles and her eyes widen. “That sounds exciting…” She passes me a couple of gorgeous basques. “And maybe as it’s such a big day you might like to try this one…”

“Oh, that is so pretty…” I feel my face flush as she hands me this almost invisible little garment. It’s light as a feather, completely transparent except for the lace trim, pink and orange embroidered flowers and vines, and little bows on the suspender straps. The bra cups are completely see-through.

“Isn’t it just,” she purrs. I want to kiss her. “It is expensive, it’s true, but just look at it… I was about to have a coffee; would you like one?” The shop is otherwise empty and she makes lattes for us while I take three basques into the large changing room. I undress, apart from the essential strong, male underwear that just about preserves my modesty, and put on one of the basques. It’s by Lejaby, gorgeous and a wonderful fit.

“Could you just lace the back for me, please,” I ask Cherie as I hear her outside with the coffees.

She comes ısparta escort in through the curtain. I have the forms in place in the cups and she says “That looks sweet on you!” She stands close behind me and begins to pull the laces tight. I can hear her breathing and taste a faint hint of cigarettes on her breath. “I bet you’re quite tall in heels… so, if you’re the bridesmaid, who is the bride?”

“My wife… she’s going to be wearing a wedding dress and bridal lingerie. It’s more of a party than a ceremony, though.”

“And the groom?”

“Anton, her lover. Our lover…”

She finishes lacing and takes a step back as I look at myself in the mirror. It feels and looks fabulous.

“It sounds like quite an interesting day… maybe not a family occasion!” We both grin at this.

“I agree, it must sound screwed up.” I undo the ribbon, and start to wiggle out of basque No1. “I’ll have to tell you about it, some time…” I hand the Lejaby back and whisper that it’s gorgeous. I’m naked but for my underpants, and have an obvious erection, but, a worldly businesswoman, she is comfortable with me in that state. She hands me another basque; it’s by Aubade and has more satin and more frills.

This one fastens at the front, and we’re eye to eye as she helps me. “Why don’t you tell me about it now,” she smiles.

I take a sip of my coffee. “Well, Anton…” I can’t think of an alternative word: “Fucks both of us.” I glance at her but she isn’t phased; she just appears genuinely interested. “It’s an unconventional arrangement. He’s very nice to my wife, takes her to dinner and treats her with lovely things. They both like me to dress in female clothes, in the bedroom and I also go out with my wife shopping as a girl, and to clubs and select swinger parties.”

The Aubade is more structured, and more burlesque. it feels gorgeous as well, but in a different way; I wouldn’t be happy with it under the dress, as it needs to be shown off.

“After the party we’re flying off to a villa on the Amalfi coast for a week. We’ve joked that it’s a honeymoon, which is why we’re having the party, and the dresses and everything. Anton doesn’t live with us, yet, but we want to see if we think it will work out, us all living together.”

She takes a sip of her coffee, smiling. “Ok…”

I have a good look at myself in the Aubade and start to unhook. “Also, usually I don’t get to dress up very often; to play with my wife and Anton, parties and very occasionally a weekend, but I’ll be a woman for a whole week.” I’m grinning from ear to ear and flushed, and she responds with her own grin.

“All the things that a glamorous woman like you would do. I’ll sip cocktails by the pool in a swimsuit, red lipstick and heels; I’ll sleep in a pink chiffon negligee, I’ll spend all day in silk lingerie with a pretty made-up face.”

She chuckles and sips her coffee. “when you say it like that, it can be quite fun being a woman…”

“So kars escort the week will be a try out in that respect, also…”

I hand her the Aubade which she puts back on its hanger. There’s a pause as we sip our drinks; I glance at her to see if she got the meaning of that point, but unsure, I explain anyway. “We’re going to see if we’d like me to live as a girl all the time.” As if to give her approval to this, she hands me the floaty, sissy Agent Provocateur with a naughty smile.

I start to pull it on; there’s virtually nothing to it, and I feel more than naked. She starts to fasten the tiny hooks, and I feel a stiffening. “All the time… would that mean surgery?”

“Not down below. But definitely breast enhancement. My wife and Anton both like big breasts; she’s a 38D, and they’d like me to be a DD or E cup.” It’s thrilling to be dressed in this flimsy garment while discussing the idea of having big boobs, especially with its transparent cups. “I think I can be more stylish with C or D…”

“It does sound exciting, if that’s what you want…”

“I’d have to leave my job; I’d be a kept woman!” I blow a kiss and we both laugh gently. “I love the thought of wearing a bikini. And I’ll definitely be buying that red bra!”

The basque looks sensational and I know it’s the one. It does feel a little tight across the back, I tell her. “The Agent Provocateur,” she explains with her naughty smile, “is designed to be worn with heels. You’ll be surprised what the subtle change in posture does to the fit.”

I smile. “I actually bought some with me! I was hoping I’d get a chance to walk, see how it feels… Can I see some of your silk stockings, please?” I would never wear holdups with a basque like this; Cherie knows this, instinctively, and doesn’t fetch any.

“These are the best… 10 denier.” I unwrap them; they’re gossamer-fine, barely black and seamed, with a very narrow lace band. I sit down on a chair and point my toe, sliding a stocking up my shaved and moisturised leg.

“Oh, these are divine. I’ll take four pairs of these.”

“I usually close about now on a Wednesday,” smiles Cherie. “No, don’t rush. Have a walk round and see how it feels; I don’t have to be anywhere else.”

While she turns the sign to ‘closed’ and locks the door, I attach the clips and step into my patent black sandals. They’re by Dior with diamantes and a 3 1/2 stiletto heel, and I love them. I heel-and-toe few steps and the fit of the basque instantly makes sense, as my back arches and my posture improves. “Wow, I see what you mean! It feels totally different…”

She watches me from behind the counter. “You’ve clearly done that before… Why don’t you take your time and have a stroll round the shop? I’m going out to the yard for a ciggie; I’ll have to close the door to keep the smoke away from the merchandise, but take your time…”

The door closes behind her. I stroll, watching myself in the mirror. My shaved body; the kastamonu escort silicone forms filling the cups nicely; my short-bobbed, platinum-blonde fringe falling over my eye, and all that amazing, glamorous black lace lingerie. I can make out Cherie in the yard, arm across her chest, an endless stream of cigarette smoke rolling from her mouth. A mature woman, who smokes regularly will take about 3 minutes. I release my cock from my male underwear and step out of them. I walk slowly through the aisles, trailing my arms to feel silk, satin, lace on my skin. The rustle of fabrics and clink of plastic coat hangers is like music.

I take the red bra from the rail and brush it against my erection. Finding the matching knickers, I pull back my foreskin, pressing the head of my cock into the gusset of the flimsy panties. I close my eyes and imagine a glamorous woman- possibly even Cherie- pulling them on, her vulva in contact with the traces of my precum. Every urge in my body wants to ejaculate into them, but I put them back on the rail. I spot a glorious pink chiffon robe and put it on, wrapping it around me as I see Cherie walking back across the yard, crushing her cigarette underfoot as she exhales, in one fluid action.

I tell her I’ll definitely be taking the basque, the robe and four pairs of the divine stockings. “I really don’t want to take this pair off… do you have the suspender, from the same range as the basque? Oh, and the panties in a 12-14.” I give her a wink. “Do you have ouvert?”

“Naughty. Of course we do…”

Back in the changing room, I take off the basque, replacing it with the prissy little suspender belt. I couldn’t possibly wear the ouvert panties right now; neither do I want to put on cotton underpants. I had anticipated this so I have black lace boy shorts in the bag. I get dressed again, in my white jeans and striped T-shirt with a slim fit, cropped grey hoodie. Cherie has the bill: “Right. Agent Provocateur Signature basque is £280; 4 pairs of silk stockings at £38 each is £152; Signature suspender is £100 and ouvert panties are £68. Pink chiffon robe is £80.” She says quietly “Total is £680…”

I produce my platinum card efficiently; Cherie doesn’t know my monthly budget for lingerie and shoes alone is £1000. I sit on a chair to put on my converse shoes but I don’t; they say femininity is a state of mind, and surrounding oneself with such delightful lingerie has put me firmly in that mindset. I put the Dior heels back on and fasten the tiny buckles.

I stand up and giggle at Cherie. “Your shop is adorable, darling.” I take out my pink lipgloss and apply a coat in the mirror; my Mercedes is parked just around the corner, and I’m sufficiently femme, and androgynously dressed, to pass. “I think I might just have to come and work for you…”

Cherie giggles back, thrilled. “Maybe you’d like to invest? I was thinking of maybe upsizing…”

I look at myself in a full-length mirror, putting on my RayBan mirrored aviator shades as she hands me a large paper carrier bag containing my purchases. “Cherie, darling,” I say, kissing her on the cheek, “You mustn’t change this delightful shop one bit!”

The bell tinkles as I leave the shop, the sound of a sissy angel getting her wings.

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Eva and Daddy Ch. 02

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Author’s disclaimer: I know this isn’t a terribly original story. The dad is hung, the daughter is petite and a virgin, there is incest (surprise!) and many paragraphs revolve around sex instead of character development. As for math, scales and percentages, I do understand these concepts even though they don’t seem to apply here. It may be overdone, but this is a fantasy, so please enjoy it as one. Also, even petite women give birth vaginally to normal-sized babies that are bigger more than 2-inches across and 8-inches long. That being said, I hope you enjoy the continuation of this story!

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For the next few weeks, Eva tried to put it all out of her mind. She briefly debated taking on a summer job, but quickly discarded the idea, knowing that she wanted to just enjoy this last summer before university. Instead, Eva hung out with her friends, knowing that soon they would all be moving away to different universities all over the country. They were often at the beach, and just like she predicted, the guys loved her bikini and were always hitting on her. However, even with all these distractions, Eva would still find herself surreptitiously watching her daddy when she was at home, staring at Warren’s crotch when he wasn’t looking and undressing him with her eyes.

The more Eva tried to suppress her incestuous thoughts, the more her mind was filled with images of her daddy’s meaty manhood deep inside her mom’s petite frame, and quite often she pictured herself in her Janine’s place, her daddy pounding in and out of her little cunny. Occasionally, chastising herself the whole time and feeling both torn and turned on, she would augment her imagination by spying on her parents, creeping around at night and peering at them through a crack in the door. From her hiding place, she would memorize the shape of her daddy’s lovely cock as it either bobbed rampantly in front of him, was stroked by her mom, was deep inside her mom’s mouth or pussy, or best of all, as it jerked when it came, spurting out torrents of hot cum.

Every time, Eva’s belly fluttered and her ripe and tender young body would get flushed and warm. In the shadows, her pussy would be swollen, pink and shiny, dripping with want, and she would touch herself, her fingers parting her outer pussy lips to tease her creamy wet folds within, all to the sight, sound, and smell of her parents fucking. Afterwards, she would lay on her bed furiously playing with her puffy nipples, her fingers gliding over her slick and slippery clit, teasing her hot little love hole as she rocked her hips upwards, whimpering “yes Daddy… mmnggh, yes, lick my pussy, Daddy, your little baby has so much girly cream just you Daddy”. Until finally, covered in a sheen of perspiration, she would moan and cum, her whole body jerking and arching off the bed as her inner walls rippled and clenched and spasmed. Yet she was always left wanting more, each spasm only serving as a reminder of her how much her wanton little cunny was begging to be filled by her daddy’s stiff shaft.

The morning after, Eva would again be filled with shame and self-reproach, torn between a deep love for her parents and the persistent aching deep inside. Sometimes she was tempted to give in to the boys who harassed her, to help her get rid of the images and feelings that were consuming her from within. However, Eva also knew that getting together with someone she didn’t care deeply enough about would be a mistake that ended only in hurt. What she didn’t want to admit, even to herself, was that she wanted her daddy’s raging cock to be the first thing to ever penetrate her, stretching her tight sheath, and finally making her a woman.

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By mid-July, Eva had given up fighting her lust. She rationalized her thoughts and actions as being natural for a young woman who was a virgin and on the brink of change, to gaziantep escort want her daddy to be her first lover. She figured she just needed one little taste and then he would be out of her system. However, Eva didn’t know how to get what she wanted without hurting and alienating her mom in the process. Luckily, her dad often worked from home as a graphic designer while her mom was at the office, so she had him to herself most days. Summertime in Miami also gave Eva the perfect excuse to dress provocatively, and she would try to stop by his desk a few times every day to give him a hug and a kiss, putting a little extra wiggle into her walk as she left his office. Unfortunately, he never seemed to notice. Frustrated, Eva continued to be a voyeur, avidly watching her parents, helpless to stop her incestuous lust and the quivering inside her needy pussy. Every night, she would shudder and cum to the cries of “Daddy” leaving her sweet lips, and fall asleep to images of his fiercely rampant cock plundering her tender cunny.

Although she had almost given up hope, Eva’s window of opportunity arrived early in August when Janine announced she needed to leave for 15 days for a business conference. Eva knew that if she wanted her daddy’s cock to be buried deep inside her tight little cunt before she left for university, it had to be now or never. Now that she was aware of how sexually active her parents were, she was relying on her dad’s sexual frustration to help bring him into her bed and between her legs, and she was really hoping the next two weeks would lead to the sexual awakening she had been dreaming about for so long.

The day after Eva and Warren dropped Janine off at the airport, Eva was in the pool lazily doing laps before breakfast. When she saw her dad come downstairs for coffee, she sleekly pulled herself out of the pool, grabbed a towel and started patting herself dry on the way into the kitchen. Stepping inside through the sliding door, she knew the air conditioning would harden her nipples and put them on full display through her white and gold bikini. Facing Warren, Eva arched her back, hands on her head and elbows up in the air, on the pretense of drying her hair.

“Morning Daddy!” she chirped, covertly watching him out of the corner of her eye.

“Morning baby,” Warren turned towards the sliding door. “You’re up early today.” Looking at Eva, Warren’s gaze was suddenly caught by the sight of his daughter’s pink and puffy nipples straining through her swimsuit. “Errr… honey … don’t you think that bathing suit is a little, ahem, revealing?”

Eva paused drying her hair to look down at herself. “What are you talking about daddy? All the girls are wearing bikinis these days, and my breasts are so tiny, this top covers me completely!” She replied in mock-offense.

“Uhm, what I meant was … well, don’t you think it’s a bit see-through?” Warren stammered.

“Don’t be silly dad, I checked with the store clerk before I bought it to make sure it wouldn’t be see-through at all after it got wet.” Eva glibly lied, as she walked up to Warren and put her arms around his neck, pulling him down so she could give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Anyway, let me go rinse off quickly and then I’ll meet you back down here for brekkie!”

As Eva left, Warren was unconsciously drawn to the sight of her pert bum wiggling its way out of the kitchen, a faint shadow visible underneath the wet suit. As blood started to surge into his cock, Warren was disconcerted to remember that this wasn’t the first time his shaft had started to thicken with thoughts of his baby girl. Now, as then, he reached down to rub his prick with the heel of his palm, eyes closing as he recalled in vivid detail the outline of Eva’s nipples through her bikini. Warren was shocked out of his thoughts when he heard Eva moving hatay escort around again at the top of the stairs. He quickly threw on an apron and tied it loosely around his waist, hoping to hide his hard-on from his daughter, and grabbed a frying pan and some eggs, milk, and flour to make it look like he had been busy cooking.

Eva paused at the bottom of the stairs. She had put on one of her favorite summer dresses, a lace and turquoise number with a haltered top, and had opted not to wear a bra underneath. Reaching up with both her hands, she briefly caressed her small tits and pinched her nipples to make them hard, before strolling back into the kitchen. “What’s for breakfast daddy?” she asked as she leaned into Warren’s back and gave him a hug from behind, all the while rubbing her sensitive breasts against him, hoping he could feel her nipples.

“Pancakes!” Warren replied hastily. Nervous and guilty, but turned-on, his heightened senses were aware of Eva’s breasts and nipples as they dragged across his back. His cock, which had deflated at the fear of being caught, started stirring back to life with what he thought was an innocent hug from his daughter. Frozen in place, Warren was trying to decide what to do, when Eva stepped back and sat down at the table.

“Mmm, I love pancakes! And yours are totally the best Dad!”

“I don’t know about that, but I know how much you love them. Why don’t you grab the maple syrup and butter and put them on the table?”

Soon after, father and daughter sat down at the table to enjoy their pancakes, generously drizzled in melting butter and sticky sweet syrup. “Mmmm, sooo good dad!” Eva said, purposely getting a drop of syrup on the corner of her mouth, and lavishly licking it off with her tongue, “Also, I was going to head to the mall with some friends today.”

Distracted by the sight of his daughter’s luscious pink tongue, Warren could only mutter “…Sorry, what?”

“I said I’m heading to the mall with some friends today. Jackie’s going to be swinging by to pick me up in a few minutes,” Eva replied, triumphant inside. Her dad was definitely noticing her and it was only day 1!

“Sure thing sweetheart. Have a good time. I’m just going to be at home today, working on a new design. Call and let me know if you won’t be home for dinner, okay?”

“Sure thing, dad.” Finishing up the last of her pancakes, Eva quickly got up to throw her dishes into the dishwasher. Rinsing her mouth to remove the rest of the sticky syrup, she patted her face dry before leaning down to give Warren another peck on the cheek. With a quick “love you!” she was out the door, already planning her next move.

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Left behind, Warren forgot about the rest of his breakfast as he reached down to firmly grip his throbbing shaft through his clothes and the apron. His feelings of remorse over masturbating to thoughts of his baby girl couldn’t overcome the electric tingling as he rubbed, pulled, and squeezed his cock.

Lifting the apron, he slid down his shorts and boxers, letting his magnificent cock spring free, bobbing in the open air. With his right hand, he smeared the precum gathered at the tip all over his virile and veiny shaft, while his legs fall apart so his left hand could reach down and fondle his aching balls. Groaning, Warren firmly wrapped his hand around his thick cock, sliding up and down his shaft as he closed his eyes again, remembering Eva as she sat across from him at the breakfast table, as she dried her hair with her perky tits up in the air, as she swam in the pool, and as she gave him a hug and a kiss, the whole time her nipples two hard points, firmly on display. Warren rolled the swollen head of his meaty manhood in his palm and tugged at his balls, as the sensations of touching himself while thinking of his baby girl lit his entire body on hatay escort fire. In a frenzy, he fiercely jacked his cock, grunting with each stroke as he thought of his little Eva naked, her smooth and taut young body with her delectably perky tits and butt wiggling and jiggling and inviting. With a growl he exploded, his cock spurting out volley after volley of cum onto his stomach, the table, and his left-over pancakes.

Coming down from one of the most powerful orgasms of his life and looking at the puddles of cum around him, Warren was again filled with guilt. “What the hell was I thinking?” he chastised himself. Cleaning up the mess, Warren felt resolute this could never happen again.

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Over the next few days, Eva continued to step up her game. She used every excuse, flimsy or real, to show off as much of her body to her daddy as she possibly could. On top of that, she would take every opportunity to rub against Warren in every way possible, giving him hugs and kisses, or snuggling against him on the couch. Despite his firm resolve, without Janine nearby to help slake his sexual tension, Warren found himself shamefully lusting after his daughter more and more. Unbeknownst to each other, both daddy and daughter would lie awake long into each night, frantically masturbating to thoughts each other.

Late one night, Warren was coming back from the kitchen, a glass of water in his hand when he heard an odd moaning coming from Eva’s room. Hoping she hadn’t caught some sort of stomach flu from their Cuban take-out, Warren walked towards her room and noticed that the door was slightly ajar, a faint light from her bedside lamp spilling into the hallway. Peering in, he saw Eva lying naked on her bed, spread eagle, with her beautifully swollen little cunny on display, so dewy and pink, glistening and beckoning him even in the dim light. Warren immediately felt his cock stand up straight in arousal as blood rushed out of his head and into his cock. Warren watched, spellbound, as Eva’s rhythmically squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples with one hand, while the other reached down to caress her satiny smooth pussy and clit.

As Eva mewled and moaned in pleasure, her sweet, delectable young body arching up into her hands, Warren’s hands slowly drifted on top of his cock, squeezing his inflamed and insistent erection, his precum already dampening the front of his boxers. Eva noticed the whole thing. She had purposely left her doorway ajar and turned on her lamp when she heard her dad go downstairs for a drink of water – all the teasing over the past few days had just been leaving her frustrated, and she knew it would be up to her to make the first move. She wanted her daddy to watch her masturbating, playing with her creamy, pink cunny, so hot and wet and gushing in anticipation of being filled by the cock that helped make it. Closing her eyes, she started moaning, “…mnngh, yes daddy, yes! Fuck me daddy, oh … mmm… you fill me so good daddy, fill my hot little hole with your big daddy cock! Mmm… oh … daddy … cum inside me daddy, fill me with your cum …” as she frantically flicked her clit.

Warren was startled when he heard Eva calling for him as she masturbated. Initially incredulous, within moments he was aroused like never before. His cock felt like a bar of steel as he pulled it out of his boxers, and stroked his hand up and down in time to his little girl strumming her delectable pussy. Warren was shuddering and quaking with lust, his body heating in ripples that radiated outwards from his cock. Spying on his provocative daughter, so flushed and warm, her whole body writhing on her bed as he masturbated furtively in the hallway, Warren was suddenly overcome. He felt a churning deep within his balls and he grunted harshly, fist furiously pumping, as he splashed his cum all over Eva’s bedroom door. Watching her daddy, delighted by the sight of his amazing cock spraying his seed all over the hallway, and knowing that she was the one who caused it, Eva’s little cunny also spasmed as she came, wailing “Daddddyyyyyyyy!!” the whole time.

(to be continued…)

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“Mmmmhummm yes baby yes!” Stacy called out to no one in particular, not even the chilled and peeled cucumber she was using for lack of a proper dildo.

The only response she got was from her computer screen, which promptly flickered and crashed. She lost her perfect fantasy jpeg, yet again!

“God Damn Windows!” Stacey wondered if she was ever going to cum this evening! This was the third time in a row that her computer had crashed.

Stacey realized that her orgasm was going to have to employ her imagination now. Deciding if it was worth it or not was another matter. Why did her computer have to crash so much? It wasn’t fair, not fair at all. The real question was, why didn’t Stacey just go out and find someone to have an orgasm with?

Oh well, she didn’t feel like beating herself up about it, and the cucumber was so ready and willing. She rebooted the computer, and while waiting she conjured up an old canine fantasy and came to the dim hum of the blasted computer.

“Another veggie sacrificed to the Goddesses!” laughed Stacey as she tossed the soaking wet cucumber into the trash, the third one that week!

“Something has got to happen! Produce is fun and all, but…” Stacey pondered her sexual desperation, as she got back online in search of her very own zipless fuck.

“I wonder if a cyber zipless fuck counts? Back in Erica Jong’s time the Internet was a concept fit only for science fiction geeks. Computer geeks. Something you are turning into yourself! What with all the porn sites and chat rooms you haunt, you cyber slut! You digital pussy!” Stacey could only sigh to the dialogue in her head.

She had had many close encounters with the elusive zipless fuck, which she had read about in Fear of Flying, shit when she was like 15 years old!

“Oh my Goddess,” Stacey confided to her computer screen, ” I have been searching for the zipless fuck for 16 years now! Time to throw in my garters, or at least reread the book. Maybe I missed something?”

Each time she came close to the zipless fuck, the zippers or something worse, like her inhibitions, got in the way. Stacey was often left with an achy feeling after sex, like she had missed something, or her orgasm wasn’t complete.

“Close but no damn cucumber,” Stacey said to her computer screen, which now promised her a new realm of sexuality.

Stuck in some cross-dressers loop, desperately searching for pictures of chicks with dicks, someone caught Stacey’s eye. RosaLee was a tall lanky blond, not too bad of a cross dresser, actually looked quite, well, transsexual.

On a whim, Stacey checked out her site. “Hum, older than me that is for sure, but ooohhh look. She goes to Phat Pat’s!” Phat Pat’s was THE kütahya escort lesbian bar in the greater Omaha area. There isn’t much out there in the Nebraskan prairie, but Phat Pat’s was the hippest lesbian bar between Chicago and Denver.

Stacey couldn’t believe her eyes that this person actually lived around here! She decided that even though she missed her former collection of dildos and vibrators, she should masturbate with cucumbers more often; it gave her some kind of sexual luck.

The following three Saturdays, Stacey headed out to Phat Pat’s. It was a 45-minute drive and she was a broke single mother, not much cash to spare, but she felt this was a good cause. Something about RosaLee’s website made her manically horny, hornier than she had been for a long time.

She sat in the smoky dimness of the bar, sometimes dancing, sometimes being picked up by matronly corn fed lesbians. On the third Saturday Stacey decided to give up, it was too good to be true in any case.

Stacey resolved to leave and never come back. She hopped off her barstool and smack dab into the middle of a pair of 36C’s, and looking down, a garter belt with fishnet hose played peek-a-boo with her from underneath a much too short skirt!

“Oh sorry,” mumbled Stacey, turning beet red. She felt a pair of hands on her tiny little waist. Looking up, Stacey almost peed her pants!

It was a pair of beautiful eyes, attached to a face that was a bit older than Stacey had counted on, but so kind and made up so well!

RosaLee in the flesh.

RosaLee’s hands, which were obscenely kneading Stacey’s waistline, were sending shocks of electricity straight to Stacey’s pussy.

She actually felt her fishnet hose conduct an unusual wetness down her legs! Oh shit? Was she peeing? Did she get her period? What the hell? RosaLee was a fantastically gorgeous creature. Stacey shuddered.

“What’s the rush sweetheart?” RosaLee was liking what she felt, this exotic looking pixie like woman, with ebony hair, blood red lips, large breasts, tiny waist and large hips with a big ass!

RosaLee felt like she was holding a pinup girl from the 50’s. She felt her penis shift uncomfortably as it was tucked in and she had been meaning for him to stay there.

“Oh God,” RosaLee thought, “Down Boy!” She smiled down at this beautiful creature in her arms, and something made RosaLee pull her even closer.

Stacey felt herself push into RosaLee. She couldn’t stop herself. “No hurry,” she whispered breathlessly up into RosaLee’s ear as she put her arms around her neck, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

“Well, in that case, would you care to dance?” RosaLee thanked all of the Gods and Goddesses of the universe malatya escort for her luck this evening.

Stacey shook her head. “No, let’s go!”

Before Stacey could talk herself out of it and before RosaLee could protest, she pulled RosaLee’s hand and dragged her out of Phat Pat’s.

Stacey, being hopeful, had already booked a hotel room down the street. She had thought herself crazy for doing so at the time, but she was also a believer in that the third time is a charm and it certainly was tonight.

Stacey wasn’t listening to RosaLee now, and shushed all her attempts to start a conversation.

“Shhhh,” Stacey said to RosaLee as they got on the elevator at the hotel, “No words.”

This sent shivers down RosaLee’s spine and she pulled Stacey to her. They were groping and stumbling out of the elevator to the surprise of two elderly gentlemen waiting on the lift.

RosaLee and Stacey looked at each other and giggled, as did the two men! The men turned to watch the couple fumble to their room. Stacey ran ahead and unlocked the door and waved at the gentlemen, blowing them kisses as the elevator doors closed.

RosaLee began kissing Stacey and passion set them panting like dogs in heat. Stacey let out a loud groan and began feeling RosaLee’s breasts.

RosaLee looked down and said, “You know I am a…”

“Shhhhh, replied Stacey, “Don’t speak!”

RosaLee obeyed and Stacey unbuttoned her top and removed her shirt, exposing her fishnet body suit, sliding out of her miniskirt, but keeping on her high heels, she motioned with her head for RosaLee to sit down on the bed.

RosaLee did so. Stacey knelt before her and took off RosaLee’s heels and skirt. She ran her hands up RosaLee’s legs along her inner thighs. She pulled off RosaLee’s satin panties and out sprung a faultless penis.

“Ohhhh, look at what a big clit you have,” Stacey coyly remarked.

As she began sucking on RosaLee’s cock, Stacey reached up and began to play with her own breasts, and saw that RosaLee was doing the same, her cock madly at attention now.

While pulling off her body suit, Stacey heard a loud ripping sound.

“Oh good Goddess, so much for the zipless fuck,” thought Stacey. But that wasn’t going to stop her for she was determined to have sex with someone other than a cucumber! Stacey climbed on top of RosaLee.

“I want you to fuck me NOW!” Stacey demanded. RosaLee’s cock fit nicely up in the folds of Stacey’s wet cunt.

“Oh fuck me, fuck me, and let me be your slut, you whore, fuck me! Fuck me Mommy!” Stacey was wildly and mindlessly screaming out any obscene phrase or word she could muster, which made RosaLee pump faster and faster and manisa escort faster until they both fell back, drenched it sweat and soaked with one another’s sweat.

“Aaaaah yes girl!” squealed RosaLee,

Trembling Stacey shouted, “Your cum is my cum!” and for a moment they lay, breathing into each other’s bodies.

Gently, RosaLee’s cock softened and eased out of Stacey’s pussy.

RosaLee smoothly moved Stacey off of her and got her purse. RosaLee pulled out a vibrator.

She parted Stacey’s legs and began sucking her vagina, her clitoris. Tongue in tongue out, lapping up her own cum, mixed with Stacey’s wetness.

RosaLee turned on the vibrator and Stacey began writhing in ecstasy, Stacey could only sing out a mantra of “Fuck me fuck me fuck me!”

She couldn’t tell which parts of her pussy were hers and which part were RosaLee’s it was if her cunt had swallowed up her lover and RosaLee was fucking her from the inside.

Stacey began to come from all over, not her clit, not her g spot, not in her mind, but from all over, every single pore on her body opened and she let out a rebel yell, “MORE!”

Stacey’s lips went numb, tears began to fall out of her eyes, she was drenched with her own sweat, her hands were swelling like balloons, her breasts were leaking tiny droplets of milk, she felt like she was going to to to…

“I am going to pee!” whimpered Stacey, lost in a world that she had never been before, not sure where she was, or who she was!

RosaLee bit down on Stacey’s pussy and commanded, “Pee, do it baby! Come on now, CUM!”

“I can’t, I can’t I can’t” Stacey began to cry.

RosaLee began lapping her so furiously and with such determination Stacey was beyond control of her body.

With a warm glow radiating from her breasts, she unleash all the built up cum she had had in her body for two years!

For a moment she thought she had passed out because everything was black and she was gone from her body, floating on some passing cloud, in her mind’s eye she saw herself in the bathtub, cuming like a man can, all over the place and so much of it.

Stacey realized that she was flying! This is what she had been on a quest for, not a zipless fuck, but learning to fly!

“Yes honey, that’s it, come to mamma!” RosaLee gasped.

Stacey’s cunt jolted her back down to reality as RosaLee turned her over and began to fuck her doggie style. Stacey thought she couldn’t take one more second of this!

They came together this time RosaLee riding each of Stacey’s waves until they collapsed in each other’s arms, soaked to the bone with all sorts of unimaginable juices.

“RosaLee, that was much better than a zipless fuck or a cucumber for that matter,” Stacey said, winking at RosaLee, “My name is Stacey.”

RosaLee began to speak, and again, Stacey shushed her, while reaching over to her own purse and pulling out a brand new strap on cock.

“But you can call me Al.”

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At the Breeding Farm

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Plot: a woman is restrained and unable to escape a machine that uses a vibrator and dildo to make her cum. As she orgasms it pumps her full of semen.

(I tagged this as nonconsent, but I think it can read as consensual too. And I left it ambiguous so it could be a human or alien breeding.)

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At the breeding farm, it was time. I awoke already strapped in, suspended in the air on something like a dentist’s chair with a strap tight under my bare breasts, metal shackles securing my arms and legs, and clamps preventing me from moving my hips. My legs were mechanically eased apart, and I heard the small wet sound of my pussy lips parting. I struggled against the restraints, though I knew it was futile, I couldn’t get away from what was coming.

The device waited in front of me, large and automated. It whirred to life and started moving. I tried to move my hips away, but only managed to arch my waist upwards a bit. It was coming out of the machine now – smooth, black, nondescript, and the dimensions of a man’s cock, for exactly the reason you’d think. I could see as it made its slow way between my spread legs that it was oozing a clear and viscous fluid from the small hole at its rounded head.

It got closer and I tried to contort myself, twisting my torso as much as I could. Still it got closer to my exposed and open pussy, and finally it pushed in between my inner pussy lips to press precisely against my small vaginal opening, kayseri escort which twitched open and shut against it involuntarily. The appendage paused there, and I could feel the cold gooiness on it. The machine whirred again, and another mechanical arm reached over to me. This one ended in a small plain object, and it came to rest atop and cover my vulva, above the other appendage pressing gently into me. I whimpered a little, helplessly.

Now in the right place, the object pushed down to apply firm pressure into my upper vulva, with a bump on it pushing even more firmly against my clit and making me clench my muscles. It turned on, and buzzing filled the air as it started vibrating at a low level. I shifted uncomfortably. After a moment it started feeling nice, making me even more uncomfortable. The other thing was still pressed lightly against my hole, every little movement I made against it reminding me. I clenched my hands as the vibrations increased in intensity and started coming in pulses. The buzzing was insistent again the smooth damp flesh of my pussy, sending little jolts through my clit and up into my body.

The vibrator kicked up another notch and I gasped lightly, biting my lip. I felt my vagina spasm open in response, like it was asking to be filled. I bit my lip harder, disgusted at myself. Like it had been spurred on, the thing waiting at my vaginal opening began to move again. It felt like it was oozing more as it pushed kıbrıs escort against me slowly. It was too big to go in easily, but with the help of the lubrication it was producing, it managed to breach my hole. It pushed inside my vagina as the vibrator continued. It moved slowly, and though it was uncomfortably large it was going in smoothly and relentlessly. I moaned a little in protest but I couldn’t stop it. It buried itself inside me, and when it had penetrated as deep as it could, it stayed there.

My breathing was fast as the vibrator kept pulsing strongly against my sensitive clit. I was trembling, unable to escape the sensations from my pussy, and even the fake cock buried deep within my pussy felt good. The pulsing vibrations continued for a bit, and then the intensity went up again, with the pulsing at a higher speed. I couldn’t help but let out a pathetic sound and scrunch up my face. My leg muscles clenched, and my vagina clenched around the intruder inside it. Seconds after the vibrator’s change, the thing in my pussy began to move up and down slightly, like gentle mini thrusts, accompanied by little wet sounds. I let out an unsteady hum through tight lips, facing upwards and grimacing.

As the onslaught continued I panted, pressure building up inside me, inside my sopping pussy. As much as I tried to repress them, moans kept escaping from me. Under the constant attention of the vibrator I was twitchy. I cried out when the fake konya escort cock sped up its thrusting, using broader strokes, and the intensity of the vibrator shot up to unbearable levels as the buzzing turned to a whine. My clit was being surely tortured, the vibration so strong it was reverberating through my whole pussy. My body was moving with the thing fucking me, with sounds that betrayed how wet I was.

It didn’t take long before it was too much for me, I couldn’t hold back the pressure anymore. My body grew taught as a bowstring and my eyes rolled back as a shaking orgasm exploded through me. My vagina spasmed strongly and rhythmically, and taking that as a cue the thing planted firmly inside me shook a little, then without preamble launched a torrent of hot fluid inside my pussy. I was ashamed of how that made me cum even harder, and I think I even squirted. The thing kept gushing and gushing, and as I rode out the intense orgasm I felt the fluid escaping my pussy and dripping viscously out of me. It felt like too much, like it was pumping me full, and trying to thrust it deeper at the same time.

The orgasm pulsed in waves through me, as the thing kept pushing its seed into me. My mind grew fuzzy as my orgasm withdrew and I was left in the aftermath, vagina still spasming occasionally. The torrent slowed down and then a moment later finally stopped, the machine stilling. I was limp and dazed as the machine whirred and removed both its arms from me, the fake cock slurping as it came out and releasing some of its payload to fall in a warm heap down my ass. With my third breeding over, I was returned, to await the next one. I wondered how long it would take for my belly to be filled with a baby at this rate.

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A Balcony With A View

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Lately I’ve gotten into exposing myself. The idea of having sex while people are watching is very close to me. I used to be in the navy and was opened to the idea of public sex by a cocky but also very hot guy I knew. My second duty station in the navy was Puerto Rico. I worked in the hospital on the base but was allowed to live off base. I choose to live in one of two ocean side skyscrapers named dos marinas. Jake was a guy that worked in the same clinic as I and was always flirting with me. He was so confident and usually way to cocky for my tastes.

He did have a nice body though. Very trim and fit. I have to admit I masturbated many times on my bed thinking about Jake taking me. When I met my future husband frank I thought that my fantasies of Jake would cease but they didn’t. Frank and I were still just friends. Jake was the type of guy that constantly teased and flirted with me and had some sort of control over me that nobody else ever has. Sorry to say, even frank. It was truly a love hate relationship with Jake. The worst part about it was that he was married. His wife did not come down to Puerto Rico because the navy wouldn’t pay for it. So Jake fooled around. I can’t tell you how much I hated him and myself for all of it. Back to the story though.

One Saturday I was in my 10th floor apartment watching TV and relaxing. I heard a knock on the door and there stood Jake and another girl we worked with named heather. They came in and we hung out for a while and then decided that we should head down to the beach for the day. I told them that I needed to take a shower first and would meet them. So they took off. I jumped into the shower and began to wash my hair. Then I hear Jake again. He said that he’d come back to wait for me. I thought nothing of it. At this point Jake and I had still only been in the teasing game.

As I continued to wash my body I felt a cool breeze enter the warm shower and turned to see Jake standing behind me naked. He just stood there rubbing his cock. I told him to get out but he just continued to kıbrıs escort stand there telling me how badly I needed to be fucked. I’ll tell you now, Jake’s cock was larger and thicker then any cock I’d ever seen. I was wet instantly. I became transfixed at the sight of him working his cock back and forth. He just seemed so sure of himself and I felt defenseless. He barked at me to turn around. He said I didn’t deserve to see anymore yet. My body tingled and I felt faint, I was so turned on. He stepped right up behind me. I could feel his cock rubbing against my ass and leg. He whispered in my ear that he knew how much I wanted to fuck him and that if I did everything he commanded, I would be treated to the best fuck of my life. I couldn’t help but begin to rub myself.

He yelled at me and told me to stop. Then he told me to step up and place one foot on each side of the tub. I did as he said and soon felt his mouth kissing my ass and my now soaking wet pussy. I was so turned on I began to shake. He slid underneath me and faced my pussy. Being the first time he’d seen me naked he commented on the size of my pussy lips. I felt him place his mouth onto my pussy and felt his tongue slide up and down, finally come to rest on my swollen clit. Once again he told me what a nice cunt I had. I was overcome by the incredible sensations he was providing me. The view of his huge cock standing straight up and thought of it inside of me threw me into a body shaking orgasm. With that Jake stood back up and walked out of the shower.

He told me to stay in the shower and calm down. When I was ready I was to get out, remain naked and come out to the balcony. The balcony overlooked a marina boat entrance. All day long you could sit there and watch the rich take there boats out into the ocean and back again. The boats went slowly by. After washing myself off I had a craving for Jake’s cock that had to be satisfied. I got out of the shower and walked straight out to the balcony, still wet. Body and especially pussy. I found Jake sitting in konya escort a chair stroking his cock. I can still picture it. Boy, Jake sure was hung. He told me to kneel in front of him and suck him. He had positioned the chair so that it was close to the railing but left me enough space to kneel in front of him. I grabbed his cock and felt its stiff thickness. I was barely able to wrap my mouth around it. It took the huge soft head into my mouth and tasted the saltiness.

His cock felt so soft from the warm water but also so hard. I began to work it back and forth in my hand and mouth. It was way to big to fit all the way into my mouth. I was in cock heaven and found myself in a world of ecstasy. My ass was rubbing against the railing for any boater to see. My nipples were grinding into Jakes legs and I was working on one incredible cock. He stopped me just like that. He told me to stand up, turn around and begin to masturbate. I did as he requested and found myself totally naked facing anybody how cared to watch. I felt him slide a wet finger into my ass and I thought I was going to cum again. At that point there were no boats going by but I could see one edging around the corner. I felt very nervous but also very hot.

Jake told me to open my legs a bit further so he could get a better view of my pussy. He just kept saying, oh yea, and I turned to see him still stroking his fat cock. The boat got closer and I saw the guy driving the boat look straight at me. How could he miss a totally naked girl masturbating on her balcony. The boat was a fishing charter and had about 5 guys on it. I began to chicken out but Jake asked me if I wanted to get fucked or not. I have to admit I was hotter then I’ve ever been. I barked at Jake to fuck me then. Sure enough, he kicked the chair back pulled me back a little and stuffed every bit of cock he could into my drenched pussy. He fuck me so hard I thought I was going to pass out. It almost seemed like he was taking running starts at sticking his rod up inside of me. It felt incredible. We kuşadası escort fucked for what seemed like an eternity. Every now and then I would glance up to see a group of guys on a boat staring in disbelief, straight at me.

Eventually Jake leaned over me and began to rub my clit. It was so stretched open that the sensation was beyond belief. Needless to say I came in a orgasm powerful enough to make my legs give out. Jake came deep inside of me as I shook and almost fell down. He held me tight as shot after shot of his hot cum was placed deep inside of me. We then fell back a couple of steps into the chair. He rubbed my stomach and nipples as I tried to calm down. I could still feel his thick cock pulsing underneath my ass. My orgasm continued to rush through my body with each pulse. He was right, it was the best fuck of my life (yet).

We eventually got dressed and went down to meet heather at the beach. Our relationship was never the same. We had sex one other time but I was very drunk and he ended up masturbating and cuming all over me. I’ve never shared this story with frank since it did happen in our pre-dating days. It also wouldn’t be right for him to know that my best fuck came from some big dicked guy in front of five strangers. I do get wet thinking about the situation though. It is probably best that we didn’t have sex too many more times. It makes the memory of that one time very intense. The feeling of Jakes fat cock entering me from behind was a feeling I’ll never forget.

I’ve never felt so totally out of control or to be more exact more in somebody else’s control. I was fucked so intensely and with such force that I felt like I became another person. It was the most wild abandoned sex I could imagine. I see it know from the eyes of the guys watching me. A totally naked girl, in a rage of ecstasy, being fucked like there is no tomorrow, by some big dicked stud. Don’t get me wrong, frank and I have a terrific sex life but that one fuck will always remain with me.

I’m not sure how I’m going to calm down from telling you this story but I can try a few things 🙂

I think you can now understand why I get off letting people watch. Frank has only recently tapped onto my desires and seems more then happy to allow me to display myself. Things are going very well.

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Cherry’s Revenge Ch. 01

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I have recently came back to this website after several years absence and am in the process of updating, rewriting and adding new stories to my author name. Please, if you take the time to read this and/or get pleasure from reading this — let me know! It keeps me motivated to write more content. I love reading your comments and replying when I get time. Don’t forget to rate! Thanks everyone — MPD xx

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I never wanted this to happen.

The whole fling started about a week ago; a clichéd, chance encounter with his best friend. Despite spending the majority of the week wishing that I could disappear from the face of the earth, I had managed to drag myself to a local convenience store for a few essentials to go with some self-indulgent luxuries. I deserved to be pampered, I thought angrily, especially taking in to consideration recent events. Before long, I found myself looking at the latest DVD releases, eyeing the candy-fluff films full of the love and romance with a weird mixture of contempt and longing. It wasn’t until I picked up a mass-produced DVD off the shelf that I saw him enter the store out of the corner of my eye. Damien, I sighed to myself, trying to position myself out of his line of vision by slipping further down the aisle. Damien was the best friend of my very, very recent ex-boyfriend. I was – or rather had been — irrevocably in love with Mark; but after two years of sickly-sweet text messages and occasional hot nights in his wooden-framed bed, it had all come to a shuddering halt.

It was the usual, pathetic, hackneyed crap that I had heard so many times before: something about needing a break from the norm, about needing his own space again. Having seen the recent messages on his phone however, I noticed that it was perhaps something to do with pretty Miana, a petite secretary in his office who’d been sharing provocative pictures with him. Heartbroken wasn’t the word for it: I was here in a public place with my face naked and my dark hair limp and greasy around my face. How could I possibly get over the love of my life when I was so caught up in our mentally romanticised past? So seeing Damien, delicious as he was, in a shop where I was sobbing over some romantic DVD blurb…well, it wasn’t my idea of fun. Hiding behind the tall DVD stand, I hoped he wouldn’t see me, but I knew with the luck I was having that he probably already had. After a few minutes — and just as I started to breathe a sigh of relief – I felt an ominous, gentle tap on my shoulder.

“Cherry?” asked the warm baritone, and I sighed inside.

“Hey Damien,” I said, trying to hide the exasperation in my voice as I eyed his look of curiosity with bitter resentment. So what if I looked awful: I was going through a break up and I was allowed to look awful if I wanted to.

“How are you holding up?” he said softly, pushing my hair gently out of my eyes as he peered anxiously into their dark wells. Don’t pretend you care, I thought irritably as I took a step backwards, I know you’re just going to go running back to Mark as soon as you leave the store and tell him how rubbish I was looking.

“Fine,” I said coldly, ignoring my inner dialogue and trying to avoid his searching eye contact. Even though I hated him for just being Mark’s friend and ally, I’d always had a bit of a crush on him. His gorgeous, bright blonde hair glowed in the fluorescent lights like an alternative, spiky halo; his bright, green eyes twinkled with child-like inquisitiveness. Although he was undeniably good-looking in a cute, school-boy way, his broad, muscular body and relationship track-record belied his innocence. He was a stud: the type who slept with women and dumped them the next day without as much as a courtesy phone call. Usually I detested this type of pig-headed, obnoxious, chauvinistic behaviour yet I couldn’t help being so undeniably attracted to him. I tried hard to push these burgeoning thoughts aside and, with renewed determination, started to turn away from him.

“Hey,” he called after me, “Hey!”

“What?” I shouted back, already closing in on an empty till.

“I was wondering,” he said loudly, walking quickly to catch up with me, “I was wondering if you’d like to go for a drink, or something. Like at the weekend or something…” He trailed off and I narrowed my eyes.

“Why?” I said, exasperated, echoing my thoughts from earlier, “So you can go back and report back to Mark about how nasty I’m being about him behind his back?” I slung the DVD and huge bottle of coke onto the counter viciously and he winced, his eyebrows knotting furiously above his startled eyes.

“No,” he said, “It’s not like that. I just, well, thought you’d like to go out for a drink. Saturday,” he added for clarification. For a few moments, I stared into his beautiful green eyes and weighed up the situation, my mind whirring quickly. A seed of deviousness germinated eagerly in my mind: if I could sleep with his best friend, I thought slyly, that would really piss Mark off. I knew Mark eskişehir escort hated and envied Damien’s womanising ways and it would kill him to know I’d fallen so easily into his arms.

“Well,” I replied, acting overly coy, “I suppose I could come out for one drink.” He grinned and nodded happily, grabbing my small hand lightly with his own and kissing it gently.

“I won’t let you down, gorgeous,” he said confidently with a large, overdone wink. Without so much as a thought to Mark, I coquettishly winked back and gently bit my bottom lip. Speedily, he made his way back out of the store without so much as looking back. I wondered openly whether he’d tell Mark he’d seen me; well, I reasoned, if he was sensible he definitely wouldn’t tell Mark that he was going out with me.

That night, as I lay between my thin, silken covers in my flimsy underwear, I imagined the two of them fighting over me. Brunette against blonde, brown eyes against green, tall against broad…I imagined them touching me, stroking my bare skin with their masculine hands, kissing my tanned neck with unsatisfied hunger that only I could sate.

It wasn’t long before these images switched solely to Damien; partially because I no longer wanted Mark and mostly because I was curious as to what Damien’s body was like. I’d seen him in swimwear, and although he was broad, he was incredibly toned, and when he hugged me in greeting I could feel the untold strength he had. Would he take advantage of me on Saturday night? More importantly, did I want him to? These questions hung pensively in the air, stubbornly yet silently unanswered; deep-down, however, I knew what I desired.

Switching thoughts, I thought about what I already knew about him. My close friend and flat-mate Jenny had already had the privilege of spending one lust-filled weekend with him — in her words he was an animal in the sack. He expertly knew how to make a woman climax, over and over again if the mood took him. Sometimes I had struggled to come while lying in Mark’s arms, and although Mark was no less than average in size, he hadn’t the skills nor the knowledge to really know what to do with his enthusiastic manhood. Needless to say, he had always come, and he hadn’t really bothered much about trying to do the same for me. Would Damien be larger than Mark? Would he hurt me by playing too hard, as I’d heard he was sometimes wont to do? Right at that moment I didn’t care; my skin was prickling to be touched and fondled; I gently stroked my inner thighs as I imagined what he would do to me. I imagined his deft and expert hands; so alike to Mark’s in size in shape, fingering me into an oblivion. Pretending his fingers were my own, I rubbed my wet slit tentatively in the expert way that only we girls knew how. Before long, I was writhing in the bed sheets, my slick skin sticking to them as I brought myself to a heady climax, eventually falling back into a dreamless, semi-satisfied sleep.

So Saturday came, and I had made a point of looking my best. My whole outfit had been selected to emphasise my sexiness: the skirt caught me sharply at mid-thigh, tightly wrapping across my curvy backside and flaring temptingly at the hem; the strappy top clinging sensuously to my small breasts in order to give me a fantastic hour-glass silhouette. Underneath, I wore the best underwear I had ever bought: a beautiful, silky bra that framed my golden skin; my buttocks left bare, divided sensuously by a tiny g-string that sat sexily across my hips. I had even put on lacy stockings and suspenders for that added thrill of sexiness — these were barely covered by my short skirt. I tried to tell my nerves that nothing would happen but secretly I hoped the opposite. Making sure that the image of my bare face would be forgotten from his mind, I vamped up my make up with smoky eyes and blood red lipstick. Everything about me from my wavy hair to my patent leather stilettos screamed sex, and deep down I knew it, relishing my appearance with delight. Before I knew it, a loud rap came upon my door and I ran to it, expectant of Damien’s imminent arrival. I wasn’t disappointed: there I was confronted by a huge bunch of flowers and the best looking guy I’d seen in a long while.

“Hey,” he said almost shyly, and I grinned.

“Hi Damien,” I said quietly, ignoring his mouth opening and closing rapidly, “Where are we going?” He laughed.

“Right now, I don’t think we can go anywhere with you looking like that!” Immediately, the smile froze on my face. Had I misjudged the situation? I looked down at my outfit and blushed a fiery shade of red.

“What do you mean?” I muttered, trying to avoid his eyes.

“You look so hot, Cherry…” he groaned, “Are you wearing suspenders too?”

“If you’re good,” I teased, smiling as I realised I had thoroughly drawn in the mate and swatted away his wandering palms, “I might let you find out…” He groaned loudly again, pushing his hands behind his back to refrain from touching me again gaziantep escort and I laughed loudly, taking his arm as we walked to a nearby pub.

***

The problem with local pubs is that they are local. As we took our drinks to the table-clothed booth at the side of the pub, I noticed that Mark was here too. My heart sank strangely in my chest, but – remaining resolute – I refused to feel belittled by his presence. Damien, on the other hand, was charming, taking my hand and telling me anecdotes from his job as an electrician and various lads’ nights out. I laughed where I deemed it appropriate, yet I couldn’t help watching Mark anxiously at the same time. Who was he waiting for? His face suddenly broke into a smile, and I traced his eyes to the entrance: Miana. My sudden intense breathlessness at her appearance had me floored. How dare he bring that little bitch to my pub? My face became thunderous as I watched them flirt at the bar, both unaware of my presence. Just as I was about to walk out of the pub, I felt a warm hand on my leg.

“You’re not listening to me, are you?” asked Damien sadly, following my eyes to the unwelcome couple.

“I’m sorry but…” I gestured to the bar, “I wasn’t expecting him to be here with her.”

“Hey, forget about them,” he soothed, patting my knee gently and sliding his hand up and down my outer thigh. Slowly, his strong fingers moved to inside my knee and — hidden by the table cloth and the booth, slid tantalisingly up the inside of my leg. His touch sent little frissons of delight straight to my groin; my attention immediately switched wholly back to him. His fingers traced mesmerising little circles across my skin, and emboldened by the privacy I had, I couldn’t help but move my knees slightly apart. His fingers continued their journey, playing with the lace edging of my stockings and stroking me softly, teasingly just out of reach of my tiny, silken underwear.

“That’s better,” he said softly, continuing to excite me digitally as he spoke softly in my ear, gently nipping my lobe. I couldn’t help but shudder with desire as his rich voice continued with its melodic undertone. “Now as I’ve been a very good boy, and a charming date, I think it’s about time that I got something I wanted too…” His fingers slid a little higher, a slight, sly smile creeping on his soft lips.

“Oh,” I said, with mock suspicion and barely surpressing a whimper, “And what would that be?” His fingers stroked the thin barrier that kept his touch from my throbbing centre, causing my underwear to moisten in anticipation.

“A little knowledge,” he said, his fingers stroking the flimsy edges of my underwear as my legs widened unconsciously with anticipation, “I wanted to find out how wet you are…” I groaned again, this time my sound audible and his fingers trembled in response. Before he delved further to seek the answer to his question, a shadow lay across the table.

“Hey Damien, Cherry,” said the squeaky, high-pitched voice, cutting through the sexual tension like a knife. “I thought I saw you over here, I was telling Mark I thought it was you, but he said no it wasn’t possible…”

“Shut up Miana,” said Mark neutrally, stepping alongside her. Miana stopped immediately, hurt crossing her small, grey eyes; I almost felt sorry for her. He searched my face for signs of sadness or regret, and I made sure he found none. “So, how are you doing Cherry?” I opened my mouth but no words came out: I hadn’t expected them to come over. I gulped, unsure of what to say. Gently, I felt Damien’s reassuring hands once again stroking from his retreat at the top of my stockings. His face remained neutral under his best friend’s suspicious gaze, although I could still sense the trace of smile in his eyes. I took strength in the lightly caressing hands, and spoke.

“I’m fine Mark, but I’m actually on a date right now, so if you don’t mind.”

“What…you?” he spluttered, “And Damien?”

“Yes me, and Damien. I always had a crush on him you know,” I looked fondly over at Damien, and he took my hand with his free one, kissing it gently.

“Mark,” whined Miana, “I need a drink.” She pulled anxiously on his sleeve, trying to break his intent concentration and disbelief from the two of us.

“Yeah, well – we’re going Mi,” he said, stomping out of the bar. Miana looked bewildered at his sudden departure, looking briefly at us before quickly following in his wake like a lost puppy. I laughed gleefully, and Damien smiled lecherously at me.

“So lace stockings, hey?” he said smoulderingly, “And what other surprises do you have under there for me?” His hands were now on the bare stretch of skin between my thong and my stockings, and I whimpered silently. “Ready to answer my question?”

“Well,” I breathed heavily, as his hands stealthily made their way back up my inner thigh, “If you keep going you’ll find out.” I opened my legs wider again, leaning back on the soft leather of the booth chair. Although giresun escort I felt self-conscious in this busy pub, I was so hot that I couldn’t stop him touching me now. He mouthed his approval as he met the now-wet material that was barely covering my hardened clit. Gently, with a flick of a finger he moved the silky fabric aside and pushed one finger urgently into my dripping hole. I bit my lip to stop me screaming as his broad finger penetrated me slowly again and again; my nipples hardening visibly under my low-cut top. He closed his eyes, moaning openly before removing his sodden finger from me and moved slightly further away. Disappointed, I closed my legs and watched him shudder in his chair. Looking at me, he took his wet, coated finger and sucked it tenderly.

“You taste beautiful,” he said, licking his lips, “Please take me home with you, right now?” I smiled, amazed at being desired and by such a handsome man, and jumped out of the booth. I had never felt so turned on and wanted in my life.

“Now?” I said, teasing, “Well, right now, I’m going to the toilet and taking my thong off as it’s soaked. Then we can go back to my flat…”

“I have to walk the whole way back with you, knowing you have no underwear on?” he complained jokingly, as I nodded my assent, and he groaned once more.

“Please – hurry up…”

***

As we climbed up the steps to my front door, his brazen hands were already reaching under my skirt, and — failing that – grabbed at my uncovered crotch through my skirt, his hands stroking me urgently through the clothing. I laughed, struggling to get my key in the door as he eventually pulled up my skirt enough to fondle my bare buttocks. I slapped his hands away jokingly, giggling as we fell through the doorway.

“Do I have to be quiet?” he asked quietly, his trousers bulging at the crotch.

“Can you be?” I said teasingly, raising my eyebrow at him as I pulled my underwear from my handbag, “Don’t worry, my flatmates are out visiting friends this weekend.” Wantonly, I tossed him my wet g-string. He sniffed it eagerly before grunting with desire.

“You’re amazing,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head as he gazed into my eyes, “I’ve never felt this horny before.” With one swift step, he closed the gap between us and I stroked his velvety skin, feeling the muscles rippling beneath his stomach. I pulled him closer as he pulled my top off, revealing my pale bra. “May I?” He said; and with a slight nod in agreement, he pulled the bra off in practiced ease, my small, pert breasts peaking excitedly to attention. He took no time to nuzzle them, kissing me tentatively before pulling at the tender nipples with his teeth as I shuddered in delight, tugging at his spiky blond hair. His bites and sucks and licks were furious but careful; he was slowly driving me to ecstasy with his gentle, wet tongue. I moaned repeatedly, my voice matched by his stronger, animalistic grunts.

Before I has even thought about touching his ever-growing penis, he picked me up and threw me lightly onto the communal sofa, tugging my tiny mini skirt off my golden frame. I lay there in nothing but my lacy stockings and suspenders, wet and exposed to his roving eyes. For a moment he was still, drinking in the image of my scantily-clad frame sprawled on the soft, pink sofa.

“God, you’re beautiful!” he breathed, before lowering his head to my toned stomach. I gasped in anticipation, feeling the soft fall of his lips as he kissed his way down to my hips, making his way down my supple thighs before roughly pushing my legs apart. Then, he swiftly kissed his way up my inner thighs, groaning as he stroked my lacy suspender belt. I raised my hips in anticipation as he laughed softly, gently kissing the top of my thighs and tickling my light sprinkling of well-tended pubic hair with his impatient tongue. Suddenly, I felt his tongue gently circle my clitoris; I bit down on my lip hard as his tongue continued to explore my sensitive folds. “I’ve dreamt about this moment,” he said, pausing, his rapid breathing causing my skin to tremor with desire as he continued: “I’ve always wanted you, right from when Mark first introduced us.”

“Me too,” I sighed, as he began to gently push his tongue back around my clit as his fingers delved inside. I’d never received anything like this from Mark and the intensity was incredible. As he began to rhythmically pump me with two of his broad fingers, I grabbed his hair to hold him there. Obliging, he continued his sucking and licking at my swollen clit as he added an extra finger to the fray. His attention to detail was spell-binding as he bought another finger to gently penetrate my anus; and without any further hesitation I felt the force of my orgasm rip through my body like fire. My hips buckled frantically, pinned down by his still probing fingers, sending wave upon wave of orgasm ricocheting through my bones. Momentarily stunned, I lay there, paralysed by the cascade of emotions that electrified my skin.

“Oh my God,” I mumbled, still quivering from the after effects of orgasm, “No one has ever done it like that to me before.” He smiled, his green eyes watching me carefully from my stomach where he had shifted, his moist fingers still playing lightly with my still erect nipples.

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Steph greeted Ross & I at the door wearing a tight blue dress with a plunging neckline that showed off some fantastic cleavage. Wow, Steph had been hiding some impressive boobs underneath the more conservative attire she typically wore to work. My boyfriend Ross, definitely took note of Steph’s chest at well.

Steph was one of a friend of Ross’s sister, and was having a bit of a get together at her house. I was excited that we were able to find someone to watch our one-year-old so that Ross and I could get out of the house for a little bit.

The party wasn’t huge, there were a handful of people from Steph and I’s work, and her husband, Ben, had a few of his buddies over as well. As a 23 year old, I was one of the younger people there. I believe Steph was thirty two and her husband was thirty five.

Their house was gorgeous and Steph was a great host. It was fun to have a few drinks with my coworkers and to meet new people as well. Ross seemed to be enjoying himself too, but he wasn’t drinking quite as much as me. The wine was really going down smoothly.

Most people were still there when it was time for us to go home and relieve the baby sitter. Shoot, I was just starting to have fun and was enjoying getting to know Steph a little better outside of the work setting. Ross insisted that I stay at the party and that he would send one of our neighbours to pick me up when I was ready. I thought this was really sweet of him. I really was having a good time and it just felt liberating to let loose for a night.

I caught Ross checking out Steph’s boobs again as he made his farewell(he has always had a thing for Steph) and I couldn’t blame him. Her boobs were pretty much on display and looked fantastic. I couldn’t help but think how I may look at thirty two. I barely lost the weight from my first pregnancy and it did a number on my body. Steph’s youngest was ten.

I wondered how she looked when she was my age and if it took her a while to get to what looked like an impressively fit body.

Later in the night, I told Steph how great she looked in her dress, especially her boobs. She told me that she had them done a few years ago and offered to show them to me later. I was intrigued and somewhat turned on by that offer, although I’m not sure if she was serious. She had clearly been enjoying the wine too and seemed like she was having fun.

As the party began to wind down Steph discretely asked me if I still wanted to check out her boob job. She looked at me with a devilish smile as she awaited my response. I was pretty sure she was flirting with me at this point. All of our coworkers had already left and just a handful of Ben’s friends remained.

We snuck away up to her bedroom where she took off her dress. She was wearing a tight white bra and a sexy black thong. She dropped her bra exposing her beautiful perky 36D breasts as the turned from side to side to give me a good look. The bra barely had to do any work as her breasts stood perfectly in place as if they were staring at me. I had perky breasts when I was younger and thought I was hot shit. She looked so sexy standing there in her thong with a devilishly fun smile. Her nipples are were quite pointy with relatively small areolas. They looked great to me.

She invited me to take a close look and pointed out the scars which were minimal and insisted that I feel them. Naturally, I complied. I think that was my first time feeling naked fake boobs. I slowly squeezed them and I thought they felt different than my natural boobs, but the implant wasn’t as pronounced as I had imagined. “Not bad, right,” she smiled as she looked down at my chest.

She commented that it didn’t look like I would need any work. I giggled and told her that mine didn’t look as good without a bra. Steph insisted that I looked great and confessed that she was jealous of my natural 32b boobs. She also suggested that I may look even better in a better fitting bra and she may have some bras that I would look great in. “Come gaziantep escort on, take your top off and let me measure you correctly. I used to do this all this time when I worked at the mall.”

I complied and stood there awkwardly in my well worn nude coloured bra that could stand to be replaced as Steph got her measuring tape. “Oh my, we can do better than this for sure,” she commented as she started to measure me. She clearly had no interest in putting her dress back and that was kinda turning me on to see her comfortably prancing around topless. “Hun, you’re a 34b and you’re in luck. I have a few nice bras in that size from when I was still getting used to my new boobs. They’re yours if you want.”

Steph retrieved the bras and I thanked her. “It’s cool if you don’t want to try them on until you get home, but I bet you would look great in them.” I smiled and told her I’d be happy to try them on now and that it’s only fair that she get to see mine as she had shown me hers. I undid my bra and let it drop to the floor.

Steph’s eyes got big as she gave my chest a thorough visual examination. “They look gorgeous,” she remarked, “may I feel them?”

“Sure.” She cupped my left boob and gently lifted it then did the same to my other boob with her other hand.

“Wow, you have a lot more to work with than I did,” she commented.

“You seem to be pretty stacked now,” I replied as felt her boobs again. “These are quite nice,” I commented, “Ben must really enjoy them.”

“He sure does and he loves my showing them off with low cut tops.” We chatted a little bit more about boobs and the work she had done as we pretty much finished our drinks. “I have to pee. I’ll be right back,” Steph announced as she walked away. I took the opportunity to check out her ass as she made her way to the bathroom. Her ass was impressively toned.

I was looking over the bras from Steph to try one on as Ben entered the room. I instinctively covered my boobs. “Oh, I’m sorry!” Ben said, “I was looking for Steph.”

It’s ok,” I replied, “Steph is in the bathroom.”

“Hey Ben,” giggled Steph as she returned, “Nikki and I were just trying on some clothes. Do you need me downstairs?”

“Everything’s under control down there,” Ben replied, “Tim and Linda are headed out shortly and I can finish cleaning up. I just came up to see if you wanted any more wine.”

“You can leave the bottle here,” Steph replied, “Nikki and I were about to have another drink anyway. Nikki and I will probably slip into something more comfortable and will be down shortly.”

Steph looked at me and we both giggled when Ben left the room. “Want to have some fun with this,” Steph giggled.

“Sure,” I replied, “what do you have in mind?”

“I was thinking we could kiss a little to get Ben worked up. We can get dressed if that makes you more comfortable. I have some comfy clothes that would fit you.”

“I’m game for whatever you are,” I replied, “I like to have fun.” I’m not sure what Steph was setting me up for, but this was hot for sure. I was definitely attracted to Steph and was excited about what may happen next. Steph suggested that I start by ditching my jeans.

I slipped my jeans off. I felt a little self conscious standing there in my tattered old cotton bikini bottoms. Had I know I’d be disrobing I would have put more thought into my undies! Steph looked so sexy by comparison in her thong. She looked over my almost nude body and smiled. I tried to play it cool. I got the sense that Steph was genuinely into me too, which was a bit of a turn on at that moment. I could feel my nipples starting to stiffen and I know that Steph noticed.

“So how far do you want to go with this?” I casually asked.

She replied, “I was thinking that we could kiss a little then kinda take it from there. Ben will be so surprised that we’ll probably all get a good laugh from it, but it do want him to be so turned on that he fucks me good tonight.

You don’t giresun escort mind him seeing you topless? I can get you a top if you’d like.”

“I’m sure Ben will barely notice me with your beauties hanging out there. I should put a top on, but I’m going to enjoy being topless for a few more moments now that I’ve taken my bra off.”

Truth be told, I liked the way Steph was looking at me with no top on. I didn’t necessarily want Ben to see me topless as I felt inferior to Steph. Steph began to compliment my body and tell me how beautiful I looked and how she was envious of my small natural boobs. We continued to chat and sip wine and I was really feeling comfortable with her. I almost forgot we were about to make out in front of her husband until I heard him coming up the stairs.

Steph quickly pulled me in for a kiss. It seemed genuinely passionate and she wasn’t shy about getting her tongue in there. “Ben!,” she exclaimed, pretending to be startled as he entered the room, “Nikki and I were just about to get dressed and come down.”

Ben stood there confidently and smiled, “No need to come downstairs. Everyone has left except for Nikki and she doesnt look like she will be leaving soon” He didn’t seem terribly phased at the scene he had just walked in on. Surely he had seen us kiss. I sat there covering my boobs again in a bit of a standoff to see who would make the next move. At this point, I was pretty sure Steph had been setting me up for some bedroom fun all along. I suddenly got a surge of confidence (that may have been fueled by the wine)

“I hope my lack of clothing doesn’t bother you,” I eventually remarked as I dropped my hands to my sides and stood up to face Ben.

“Oh no, you both look great like this,” he replied, “did I miss anything while I was gone?”

“You didn’t miss much,” I replied, “I think you would be more comfortable if you got down to your underwear too.”

Ben looked over at Steph who was quietly sipping on her drink. Steph smiled at him and Ben slowly started unbuttoning his shirt. Watching Ben disrobe was a bit of a turn on for me. His shirt came off exposing his waxed chest. He reached for his belt next. I looked over at Steph who was eagerly eying up Ben.

Her nipples were quite erect at this point as if they were begging to be touched.

My heart started to beat rapidly with anticipation of where things might be headed. I reached out and ran my hand over her left breast and nipple while Ben removed his trousers.

Steph looked into my eyes and moved in for another kiss. We locked lips and I could feel Steph’s soft hands exploring my breasts as we moved closer to each other. My hand migrated to her other breast as our kiss became more passionate. After a little more kissing and touching, we slowly pulled away from each other and looked at Ben to gauge his reaction.

Ben was now standing there in his boxers which did very little to hide a quite evident boner. It was time to take this a little further. “Oh my, Ben,” I commented, “It looks like we are turning you on.

Let’s see if Steph is turned on too.” I turned to Steph and softly touched her hips before slowly sliding off her panties. I paused to observe that Steph was completely bald underneath, presumably waxed. I turned to Ben and joked that I would be happy to help warm things up for him. I slid the skimpy white thong past Steph’s feet and tossed them at Ben. I looked at Steph and she looked a little surprised that I had taken things this far. I’m pretty sure that neither of them were going to stop me from going down on her if I wanted. I smiled at her and spread her legs apart. She laid down and returned the smile.

Steph’s fun parts were glistening in the dim bedroom light and I could detect the distinct scent of female arousal. I was about to lick some neighbouring pussy for the first time. I looked to Ben who was still standing there with an erection that looked like it was going to burst through his boxers. I lowered gümüşhane escort my head between Steph’s legs and began to gently kiss her exposed crotch.

I started by kissing her outer labia and continued by placing kisses on her hips and pubic area. Her scent became more intense as she was presumably starting to get juicy down there. I decided to start kissing her more sensitive areas. My kisses got stickier and stickier as I got closer to her opening.

I paused and licked my lips a little enjoying Steph’s sticky juices. I had forgotten just how much I enjoyed the taste of another woman. I stuck my tongue out and pressed it firmly against Steph’s clit. She moaned a bit as she clearly enjoyed my efforts. My tongue wandered down towards her juicy vaginal opening. I nibbled on her large pussy lips a bit as the whole area got juicier. I licked up some of the juices and gently poked my tongue inside of her. She let out another moan which was such a turn on.

I worked my tongue back to her clit slowly increasing my pace as Steph moaned with pleasure. I knew that Ben was watching us and this had to be driving him wild. I continued to work Steph’s clit until she let out a really load moan. She pulled my face in close as she came to a mighty orgasm.

I enjoyed the feel and scent of Steph’s warm juices around my lips and chin. I lifted my head up when Steph’s grip loosened. I looked at Ben who was speechless. I smiled at him. He told me it looked like I did a good job down there. I looked at Steph who looked a little flush and also speechless.

“Now it’s your turn Ben,” I said as I sat on the bed next to Steph and spread my legs, “let’s see what you’ve got.” Without breaking eye contact with me, he dropped his boxers. I maintained eye contact with him for a moment, then I slowly dropped my eyes down…

His package was quite impressive. His cock was long and curved and extremely veiny. He also had a big bald set of balls. I spread my legs and have him an inviting nod. He moved in slowly while maintaining eye contact. He gently removed my panties as we continued our erotic staring contest. I was fully nude at this point as I sat there with my legs spread and feeling quite aroused. I was hairier down there then I thought he would have liked but that didn’t seem to slow him down.

Ben took a slow deep breath as he dropped his eyes to look between my legs. He smiled then slowly moved in and began to slap his cock on my soaked pussy, slides it up and down a few times then drops to his knees and starts to kiss my private areas in a similar way to how I treated Steph.

I looked over to Steph and she moved in and started kissing me and playing with my boobs. Meanwhile, Ben progressed to licking my clit and then inserted a finger inside. It felt great!

Steph’s kissing and groping got more passionate while Ben was driving me wild by playing with my pussy. His tongue movements got quite intense and I could sense that I was rapidly approaching orgasm. I grabbed onto and squeezed one of Steph’s boobs quite hard when the big moment hit.

“Mmmmmmmmmmm, you are so yummy,” Ben remarked as he popped his head up. His beard was quite wet from my pussy juices. Before I could say anything, he slid his hard cock inside of me. It was exactly what I needed! It felt great!

I laid back as Ben worked his cock deeper inside of me. Steph decided to sit on my face as Ben fucked me. I licked and sucked her pussy (and a little bit of her ass hole) while enjoying getting fucked by her husband.

Ben was fucking me quite vigorously and my mouth and tongue were all over Steph’s delicious private parts. Ben pulled out just before he blew his load, which ended up mostly on Steph’s face and chest. She took any remaining cum in her mouth and cleaned his cock real good with her mouth.

I felt really slutty in that moment…but deep down, I loved it!

We kissed, cuddled and played with each other a little more before I had to get ready to go home to Ross and his small cock. I don’t know how I will break this to him that I got to fuck his 16yr crush haha.

Steph walked me downstairs to the front door when the taxi approached and said to me before I left.

“I know it’s Ross’s birthday soon. We should plan for something similar”.

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The sticky sperm was dripping off my breasts and onto the carpet. I waited for the next load to hit me. I was leaning back on my hands and wearing only my heels. My legs were spread and my shaved pubes also covered . Opening my eyes I saw a hand working on a large thick cock. He was straddling me. When I saw the first stream I opened my mouth in an attempt to capture his juice.

Three hours earlier I was leaving work to meet my lover for a drink at a nearby hotel. Our meetings on Fridays had been going on for over a month now. The lounge was crowded and I found him standing at the bar chatting with friends. Tony has been my lover for four years now. He is financial secure and provides a lifestyle for me I couldn’t afford otherwise. The more important aspect of our relationship is his understanding of my insatiable desire for sex.

“Here she is guys” he said as I approached. I smiled at the group. Several eyes surveyed my open blouse and my large breasts which were partially exposed. I had removed my bra and panties in the restroom before leaving my building. My business suit and blouse were my only clothing.

“I believe you know most everyone. ” Troy said to me. I looked at the bar and saw others looking at me.

I knew several of them very well. Tony had started the group with four of his friends and each Friday it seemed to grow I felt a hand on my thigh and my skirt being pushed up. A finger looped in my labia rings and tugged gently. I liked it.

My meaty labia is so protruding it often is in the way when someone tries to enter my pussy. I told Troy I needed to find a way to open myself without the awkward fumbling it often requires. The rings are the solution. I saw a photo on a porn site of a woman’s inner labia pierced and the idea was perfect. Now two gold rings dangle from my lips and serve as perfect handle to open me.

“Have a glass of wine while I talk to the others.” Troy told me. I looked at the bartender and he placed a glass of wine in front of me. I sipped the wine as I watched Tony circle the bar and talk to other men. The tugging on my rings stopped and I felt a finger tip opening my lips. I shifted my weight and opened my legs slightly. I didn’t look at the men standing around me. One of them was probing me and I didn’t care which.

Tony returned and looked at me. Smiling, he announced, ” Cici and I are going up to suite 705. In thirty minutes you all are welcome to visit us.”

Before meeting Troy I dated a very nice gentleman who treated me as a queen. He wanted me dress in only the finest of clothing and be his trophy girl friend. When he found my propensity for wild sex he was appalled. He didn’t want a woman who sought her own pleasures and I knew it wasn’t to be.

Troy took my arm and we walked out of the lounge and to a bank of elevators. We were accompanied in the elevator with another couple who kept looking at my exposed chest. At seven we got off and found the room.

Troy opened the door and I turned to kiss him. He held me and we kissed as we tore at each other’s erzurum escort clothing. I pushed down his trousers and found his penis already hard. I took it in my mouth and soon had him in my throat. I worked on him for several minutes.

“On the bed,” he said. I moved to the bed and laid down. He positioned himself about me and I guided his cock in to me.

“Yes, oh yes!” I whimpered as he began to move inside me. He was braced above me. I raised my hands and began to pinch my nipples with my finger nails. With each thrust I knew he was getting closer to cumming. “I want you so bad, Your feel so wonderful. Yes, give it to me.” I tried to meet his thrusts but I was bouncing so hard on the bed I couldn’t. He started to cum. I tried to catch up to him but I failed. Damn it!

I pushed against his chest and he slide up and placed his tool in my mouth. I ran my tongue around it, tasting our juices. My right hand found my wet pussy and I began to work on my clitoris with my fingers. In a few moments my screams were muffled my his semi-flaccid penis still in my mouth.

“You want to call this off?” he asked.

“No, we both enjoy this. I’m sure there would be some disappointed men if we did. Don’t you think?” I want the excitement of the evening probably more than anyone.

When we first started our “game” we both were hesitant and worried about all that could go wrong.

Troy knew my lust for sex and these Fridays were something I looked forward to. My somewhat submissive approach is in total contrast to my work day position. I head my own real estate firm and are a demanding woman, or as some say “bitch” to work for. These Friday evenings I am a cum queen for use by men.

I got up and went in to shower. When I got out Troy had laid out my make up and a sheer short white robe with a pair of red “fuck me pumps”.

I brushed my blond hair and began to apply my makeup. Dark eye liner and silver highlights make me look like a vamp. A dark red lip stick completed my appearance. I decided against the robe and found a pair of crotchless panties in the over night bag. My large heavy breasts, clearly exposed, gave me a “ready” look I knew the men liked.

Troy came out of the bathroom as I surveyed myself in the mirror. “Do I need the robe? My boobs are hanging so, maybe I should wear it” I commented.

“Baby, those are the most fantastic tits in the city. They’ll love the way they move and pulling on those thick nipples always gets them going.” he replied. My breasts had always been my most attractive attribute. I wore a “d” cup in high school and since then they had retrained their fullness and now they only sagged slightly.

I sipped a glass of wine and moved to the large window looking out over the city. The view was primarily of other office buildings and I wondered if anyone was looking at me.

“Do you want your blindfold?” Troy asked. The first Friday I had worn a blindfold. It was exciting to wonder what was going to be happening to me next but lately I enjoyed the fact I could bodrum escort see the owners of the cocks using me.

“No, not this time.” I told him. Troy was more nervous that I was. He enjoyed watching me with the others and I knew he wouldn’t let anything get out of hand.

I was returning to the small bar when the knock came at the door. I stood there while Tony opened the door and three gentlemen entered, followed by three more.

On all fours with my breasts hanging, I was being pounded. A large cock in my wet vagina and another one buried in my throat. Two other men were standing nearby with hard penises awaiting my attention. Unexpectedly a load of cum quickly filled my mouth. I swallowed as much possible but felt a majority of the fluid escaping onto the floor.

Tony suggested the three of them get undressed. I poured another glass of wine and moved to the couch near the window. I partially laid against the end of the furniture with one foot on the couch and the other on the floor. My position revealed my pubes through the opening in the panties. The first of the men moved over to me with a semi hard on and showing great possibilities. I reached out and grasped his penis and guided it to my lips. I felt his fingers probe inside the panties and find my labia rings. He used them to spread my opening and insert his fingers. I looked up at him and saw I was having the proper effect as his eyes were closed and enjoying my mouth. I bobbed on his cock for several minutes while he toyed with my clitoris and he eventually exploded into my throat.

“Very nice, and very sweet.” I told him as he moved away. I reached out and got another sip of my wine and got up off the couch. The other two me were standing a few feet away, stroking their tools. “Come here Honey and let me help you with that.” I said.

I moved to the rear of a padded chair and leaned over it with my legs spread. “Come over here and let’s have some fun guys”. I cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples with my thumbs and forefingers. One of the men moved behind me and touched his cock to my wet opening. I could tell the panties were going to be a problem so I said I would remove them. Again in position I felt him begin to probe me with the head. “Yea, Baby go ahead give it to me”. He pushed and I felt the tip of it enter me easily. He continued and soon he was “balls deep” inside me and starting to move. He began to find a rhythm and soon I was getting with it.

Another knock on the door and two more men entered. I looked up and smiled. “Give it to me Big Guy!” I said. I was getting close but I knew he wouldn’t last. He groaned and shot his cum inside me. I looked at the third of the first group and said very seductively “I want you to fuck me Honey”. He responded by moving over and slipping into my freshly used pussy and slammed his penis in to the hilt. “Oh, yea. I liked it hard. Show me what you’ve got”. He began to pound into me with force. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the animal lust he was using to please himself.

I was surprised eskişehir escort to feel someone touching my cheek and opened my eyes to see another cock. Already hard and wanting my attention. I turned to take the head in my mouth and felt the first wave of my climax begin to go through my body. I turned away and began to push against the penis in my box as hard as I could. I shuttered with the pleasure coursing through my body.

I raised my head to see other men watching me Smiling, I said. “Guys give me a few minutes while I go to the bathroom and we’ll have so more fun.”

In the bathroom I surveyed my makeup and brushed my hair. I retouched my lipstick and dappled the dripping cum from my pussy with a wet wash cloth. I used the toilet and smiled at myself. I love this!

Tony had refreshed my wine and I saw the men waiting for their turn. I sipped my wine and moved between the men chatting and allowing them to touch my body. I enjoy the groping and the banter. Finally I moved over to the window sill and sat down my glass. “Guys. I want you to enjoy yourself. In turn I want Tony to take some photos for us to remember this by. Don’t worry, no photos of your face. Just your cock and me. OK?” No one objected. “Great. Anyone want to play?

I waited in the sauna of the swing club for the next man to enter. I was splayed over the wooden beach and my open pussy waiting. “I ready any time you are, ” I informed the man. His cock was bouncing as he approached me. “Put it in” I told him. He pushed the head past my wet lips and slipped into me in one stroke. “Yea, Baby, give it to me.”

Two of the men walked over and began to run their hands over my body.. I closed my eyes and felt one’s fingers enter me and a hand cup my breast and raise it to be kissed. I moaned softly as they ushered me to the couch and positioned me so I could be entered while the other fed me his cock. I saw the flash of a camera. I opened my eyes and looked directly at Troy’s Canon as the next photo was taken. Later, I viewed the results and it would show me with my red lips around a large cock and my eyes full of lust. I soon had the penis in my mouth, it exploding its load and I managed to swallow it all. My lover was using my pussy but I was no where near ready. “C’mon Big Guy, harder.” He pushed against me with all he had. “Let me suck that thing” I said. He withdrew from me and moved up to give me his tool. I licked our juices like a lollipop and swirled my tongue over its head repeatedly. Looking up into his eyes I could see I was causing the right effect. I reached up and ran my fingernails across his balls and lowered his cock into my throat. I didn’t stop until his testicles touched my chin. Continuing to claw his balls, I soon received his load.

The next hour or so was filled with cocks. Several sizes but all wanting to use me in a variety of ways. Or was it me using them?

before leaving I took a long warm bath and pondered the evening. I don’t know how many men I had been with but the number was greater than previous Friday nights.

Tony and I left the hotel after midnight. I left knowing my urges had be satisfied for at least a few days. Next Friday I would again be the object of sexual pleasure for a group of men and the thought of waiting till then was already stirring my desire for cock.

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Svalbard Airport, Longyearbyen, Svalbard.

A chilly wind blowing down from the mountains rustled Odd’s hair as he stood outside the terminal building, and he remembered that he needed to wash it, as well as some other parts of his anatomy. He watched his ‘girlfriend’ clamber up the stairs to the Scandinavian Air jet’s front entry door. The young woman turned at the top of the steps. She looked back, searching. Odd waved and smiled. The woman spotted him, waved back, and blew him a kiss. She disappeared inside the plane. With his hand in his pocket, Odd discretely scratched his balls, and rubbed his itchy cock. He had met this sweet American girl for the first time last night in the hotel bar. He had spent all night fucking her. She was now carrying a full load of his cum inside her as she entered the plane, and he was drained dry. He wondered if it was seeping out into her pants. He supposed it was. Not too much, though. He hoped she would bear his child. A very long shot, he knew. He also hoped she would never return to Svalbard. Because that could be fatal for both of them.

Odd headed back inside the terminal to the cafe. He sat sipping his coffee and munching a granola bar when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Hi, Mr. Odd.”

Odd turned to meet his new client. He got off his stool and shook hands. A woman in her mid-twenties stood in front of him assessing him critically. She had straw hair cut short, peachy complexion, blue eyes and a slim athletic physique. Odd thought she looked like a strong young woman. This was only the second time they had met. He had signed a contract as a guide for her business venture, ‘Polar Bare Adventures’, the previous week.

“Hello Erika. Odd is my first name. Just call me Odd. Would you like a coffee?”

“No thank you, er, Odd. I’d rather get started.”

Odd nodded, finished his coffee in one gulp and stood up. Ten minutes later he was driving her up the Longyear Valley road in his SUV, inland towards the heart of the island. After a few miles Odd pulled onto the side of the track and they got out, shouldering their daypacks. Odd put his Mauser 98 hunting rifle in the back and covered it with a cloth. Erika watched him.

“Aren’t you taking it with us? I thought it was the law to be armed outside the town.”

Odd looked at her. Now he would find out if this girl was serious.”It is. But we don’t need it. It just annoys the bears.”

She looked at him intently. He knew she would not find another guide — it was June, the height of the Arctic island visitor season. All the local guides were booked solid till September. He waited. After a moment’s thought she spoke.

“OK. They say you’re the best guide on Svalbard. Show me the sites.”

Odd smiled and led off up the steep hill to the south west. The young lady had asked him to show her south facing sites, as sheltered as possible, and rarely visited. Odd knew that she was setting up an adventure business of some sort. Svalbard was becoming quite the tourist hub, visitors having doubled in recent years. It was early afternoon, but they had plenty of time. It never got dark at this time of year. They reached the ridge he had headed for and hiked along it. Odd knew of three sites which might meet her needs. After an hour’s walking, during which he pointed out the wildlife, including ptarmigans and a noisy snow bunting, they reached the first possible site, a steep sided bowl facing south east. She looked around, striding about the landscape.

“Not bad. But it probably only gets direct sun for a few hours. Take me to the next one.”

A half hour later they descended into a shallow canyon. The sun still shone brightly and Erika sat on the scrubby slope looking around.”Better. Next one.”

The last site Odd led her to was flatter and more open so it would have sun for as long as it shone. It faced a shallow lake and had a good view south down the valley. It was snow-free at this time of year.”How far to the road?”

“Maybe an hour up over there through that pass.”

She nodded, and started to remove her clothing. Odd watched her in silent puzzlement. First the shell jacket, then her fleece, revealing a long sleeve T-shirt under which he could see a sports bra. Next the boots, hiking pants, the long underpants. She stood before him in her panties and T-shirt, looking at him with a defiant smile. Then with a flourish she pulled off the rest. He examined her body, which turned out to be a toned well-muscled tribute to Pilates. She kept her sports bra on for a moment, then unhitched it and threw it on the pile. She stood before him completely naked. He noticed that her trim blond pussy hair matched her head. Her nipples were like little buttons in the cool air.

“I’m a naturist. I plan to open an adventure business which will include naturism as a part of the package.” She bent down and pulled her boots back on. Then she strode about the site like she owned it, occasionally breaking into a trot as she inspected it from higher up the slope. “The erzincan escort view is good from up here,” she shouted.

“It’s good from down here, too,” he muttered, his eyes watching her every movement.

Odd was thirty eight years old, probably fifteen years older than this young American. He felt his cock stirring in his pants. It didn’t matter, he had plenty of clothes on to hide it. She returned to him and sat next to him, completely unembarrassed, staring out ahead at the lake, its waters shimmering in the lemon sunlight. She seemed to know what he was thinking.

“It’s not too cold. I feel good, with a little exercise. This is the site. Of course, I do not expect 24/7 naturism. But in the summer enough for pictures and stories to tell. An hour or so a day. Longer indoors. The tents will be warmed by heaters, and all the other popular clothed Svalbard activities will be available. Nature tours. Polar Bears. You know.”

“It will be too cold, Erika.” She was crazy. He desired her very much.

She frowned at him, arose, trotted down to the water’s edge and started to do calisthenics. He lay back on the slope in the sun, almost too warm in his layers of clothing. He watched her perform her exercises, enjoying her bending over as he homed in on her firm buttocks and tempting pussy. So many things going through his mind. Odd’s dick got harder as he watched her. Such athleticism. Such courage. Then, with a flourish, she splashed about in the shallows getting her boots wet, and ran back up to him laughing. She stood in front of him dripping, her eyes flashing at him. His desire for her grew even stronger.

“Mr. Odd. You too. Come join me. Take off your clothes.”

Odd shook his head. He wanted to, but his cock was rock hard. Verboten for naturists. Now she looked annoyed.

“I am your client. This is a request. I was hoping to keep you on for the business. It will be necessary to lose your clothes on occasion. Clothed people make naturists uncomfortable. There are benefits. There will be visitors, many women. Free spirits. Odd, come on. Are you afraid of me?”

Odd considered her. This nutcase American, totally without shame, naked, hands on hips, berating him as if he was a schoolkid and she was teacher. Very well. Odd stood up, shed his outerwear, his thermal fleece, his outer pants. There he paused, standing in his undershirt and his thin long underpants. His cock looked like a fat tube stuffed down his pants. He saw Erika’s eyes on it, sparkling.

“Come on, everything,” she commanded.

He pulled everything off, hopping around in his bare feet as his long pants and underwear came off. Then he bent down and put his boots back on. He looked down. His cock was long and hard, sticking out high and proud. Erika had her hands on her hips staring at it.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

She shook her head. “Don’t be. I’m flattered. It’s magnificent. I can see we are going to get along. May I touch it?”

He nodded. He hoped she was not just teasing him. He needed to cum. He found the situation so erotic, despite or perhaps because of the surroundings.

“You are thin and rangy. No fat on you,” she said as her hand reached out and gently grasped his cock. “So soft. Yet so hard. You can’t hike back in this condition.”

He remained silent, staring at her breasts and belly. She spat in her palm and started to work his cock up and down. He noticed a little cold breeze had sprung up. She must have noticed it too because she closed up to him, putting one arm around him pulling him to her until their bellies were touching. She pumped his cock faster between them. Her face was close to his. He realized she was in command.

“Relax and cum, Odd. Then we will be closer and can work together better.”

Her hand gripped him as she pumped, ever faster. He felt the cold wind on his ass and knew he was about to cum. Silently he felt his cock jet out a slimy load on their touching bellies. Instantly he felt it lubricate her still pumping hand as she milked him, spurt after warm spurt. Soon he was done and only the cool breeze was left. She stepped back and examined her hand dripping with his cum, and her belly slick with it. He looked down and saw that he was covered too.

“We can wash in the lake. Quickly, before we get cold,” she ordered. He followed her down to the water’s edge and they both splashed freezing cold water on their bodies until they were clean. Then they ran back up to their clothes and dressed.

“Now, that is what naturism is all about. Did you not enjoy it, Odd?”

“Yes, I did Erika.”

As they turned to hike back up to the road, neither of them noticed a Polar Bear that had been watching them from the other side of the lake behind a boulder, almost invisible in the shade.

They discussed plans for the camp site as they made their way back to the car. Her family was due to arrive in four days, just enough time for arrangements to be made and the camp set up.

“Why are your erzurum escort parents coming?”

“They are putting up the money. They want to see.”

“Are they nudists?”

“No. And the term is naturists.”

Odd hiked on, wondering about this strange girl.

A Week Later

Early in the morning Odd found himself driving a minivan back down the road to the south. Next to him in the passenger seat was Erika. They had been working continuously together to get the camp ready, with help from Odd’s contractors. She had never mentioned their sexual encounter at the lake again, all her dealings with him being quite matter of fact. In the seat behind him were Erika’s parents, a pleasant middle-aged couple who were clearly nervous at the prospect of camping out in Svalbard, the “Polar Bear Capital of the World” as they insisted on calling it. The mother’s frequent references to ‘The Lord’ in every other sentence suggested to Odd that they were religious. Next to them was their nineteen year old son Eddie, Erika’s brother, a sulky youth who Odd could tell did not want to be there and did not get on with his sister. Erika’s father turned out to be an experienced hunter and Odd had helped him rent a rifle from the Sports Center in Longyearbyen. The Mauser 30.06 was in the back along with a flare gun and flares for the tripwire.

“I heard a British schoolboy out camping was killed by a Polar Bear just a couple of years ago. Is that true?” asked Erika’s mother as the van bumped along the uneven road.

Erika intercepted the question. “Yes, mom. But it’s very, very rare. Isn’t that so, Odd?”

“Ja, Erika. Usually they kill Norwegian schoolboys.”

Erika glared at him. No more questions from the parents. They bumped another mile up a track and unloaded. Odd thought that Erika was annoyed with him, but as she reached across him to pick a map out of the door pocket she surreptitiously stroked his cock through his pants and gave his balls a quick squeeze. He smiled at her and the smile was returned.

They hiked to the camp, finished earlier that day by Odd’s men. He had been through all the safety precautions with Erika, who knew them backward and would explain to her family. Trip wires rigged to set off flares, food and waste storage far away, toilet facilities likewise. Odd did not foresee a problem for this group. Bears were not unknown this far from the coast, but rare. When they were all set up, Odd turned to bid them goodbye.

“I will be back late tonight. I am going to visit a friend in a valley over to the west. Have a good time.” They all watched him go, and Odd knew they felt a little afraid. He was confident they would be fine.

Two hours later, after a long climb across the mountains towards the ocean, Odd descended into a shady valley where the deep snow and ice never completely melted. He walked along until he came to three caves still filled with winter ice, the low sun just tickling their upper reaches. He wondered which one she was in today. He caught a flash of sunlight reflecting from the middle one, aimed straight at him. She liked to play games. He walked on another half mile to his cabin, set into the cold shady slope. No-one in their right minds would build a cabin here, but he had his reasons. He walked past a Polar Bear and her cubs a short distance up the slope, and waved to them. They watched him pass.

He reached the cabin, pushed open the unlocked door, set down his pack and flung himself on the large quilted bed. The cabin was gloomy, as the sun did not penetrate here even in high summer. He switched on a dim battery-powered light and wondered if he had time for a cup of coffee. He heard three soft knocks on the door. Apparently not.

No matter how many times he had been with her he still felt the same intense mix of fear and desire when they met. He stood up and opened the door. No-one there. He returned to the bed. Knock knock knock. He opened the door again. No-one there. He was tired. He muttered some Norwegian oaths under his breath.

“My Lady, please.”

The room lit up behind him. He turned and there she was, sitting on his bed smiling at him. Astrild. His lover. She looked exactly the same as she had when he had met her the first time on a midnight summer hike nineteen years ago. The cabin was now better lit but the source of light she brought was unknowable. She was tall, almost as tall as he was. A high-cheekboned Nordic beauty with a hint of Slav eyes, alabaster skin, snow-white hair falling to her shoulders, slender willowy body, her hard ass sitting on his bed, her long smooth legs stretched out before her, toes wriggling at him in sport. She wore a seal-skin bodice, hanging open, and a knee length seal-skin slit skirt. He knew from experience that she wore nothing underneath. His desire started to outweigh his fear.

“It is so hot today, I can hardly bear it,” she said, flapping her hand in front of her sweet breasts.

Odd was used to this drama. She was always too hot bursa escort in the summer. The flapping didn’t do any good. She didn’t sweat. He walked over to her, knelt before her and kissed her hand. She acknowledged his kiss with a tender stroke of his cheek and patted the bed next to her. He sat down beside her.

“What have you been up to, Odd?”

“I have been working for a group of visitors who wish to start up a summer nudist camp in Svalbard. Down by Ragnar’s Lake. It is quite amusing, don’t you think?”

She looked shocked. “Yes indeed. Surely it will be too warm for them in the sun. I swim in the lakes and sea all day to keep cool at this time of year. Do they really intend to expose themselves to the full power of the Arctic sun?”

Odd never knew when she was joking. He also never knew how much she understood about the outside world. She was an Ice Sprite, a Princess of the Northern realm.

“I think they’ll be safe. They have sunblock.”

She patted his hand and stood up. She had a look on her face that he knew very well. She was always most passionate in the summer months, despite her complaints about the heat. She frowned at him.

“What is that thing there, in your pants?” she said pointing to his crotch where his cock was swelling in anticipation as he sat on the bed.

Odd was used to her games and played along. He knew she could kill him in an instant. But he also believed that she loved him, although he was never quite sure.

“I don’t know. I’ve never noticed it before.”

“I need to see it.”

Odd undid his pants, fished around inside, and pulled out his cock. It was half erect, and wobbled about. He felt foolish but he knew what she wanted.

“I must investigate,” she said as she dipped down and took his cock head in her mouth.

Sex with Ice Sprites, especially Svalbard Ice Sprites, some of whom cleave to the Russian community down along the coast, is an unforgettable experience – as Odd well knew. He had been with many women over the years — always one night stands with visitors in the town. The local women were too afraid to couple with him because of Astrild. She killed rivals without compunction. As she took him in her mouth he felt an intense warmth mixed with an ice cold sensation as if his dick had sucked a peppermint. It was the most intense pleasure he had ever felt. He knew he must not cum as she gently sucked his cock, so he imagined he was being eaten by Polar Bears which is probably how she would kill him if she ever wished to.

“My Lady, I cannot stand too much. I beg of you.”

She stood up and wiped her mouth with her hand. Her saliva and his precum glistened on her wrist. He watched as she pulled off her seal skin skirt, exposing her sublime pussy. It was wet and even she could not hide it. Or did not want to. He rolled his eyes.

“My Princess.”

“Do not mock me or I will freeze your cock solid and snap it off.” She stooped down and looked into his face, her eyes glinting with menace. Odd knew she was a good actress and almost certainly playing with him. But he also knew the rumors about men she had killed, some supposedly unfaithful lovers. Relationships are tricky on Svalbard.

She pushed him back onto the bed, took hold of his boots, unloosed them, threw them into the corner, and pulled off his pants. Then she stood up and walked away.

He lay there with his cock hanging out of his underpants trying not lose his erection due to his fear. Over fifteen years he had almost gotten used to this. He watched as she stalked about the cabin ignoring him. She kept her top on, but Odd’s eyes feasted on her superb naked ass and pussy which was getting wet all of its own accord. She seemed distracted, as she opened drawers and rattled pots. He knew why she was restless.

“I’ve run out of seal meat. Did you bring any?”

The Svalbard seal meat, properly prepared with local secret ingredients, was a powerful aphrodisiac. Unfortunately it also had psychotic properties.

“No.”

“Then what use are you?”

Odd gripped his stiff cock and waved it at her as he lay on the bed. His desire now had overtaken his fear. She turned to him, her eyes locked on his stiff lengthy dick, its end dripping. She shook her head irritably and turned away.

“I am already too hot.”

But then she pivoted and walked back toward him. She stopped, looking down at him on the bed. She bent down all gangly and lifted her seal skin top and threw it to the corner of the room. With a display of mock courtesy she picked up a deodorant stick he had given her the year before (he came so close to being killed that night) and smeared it on herself in all the right places. Now she smelt good, or at least better, and Odd wanted her so much.

“What is this thing?” she said, reaching down and stroking his cock. “It is so slippery. Ugly. But it might be fun.”

Odd knew when to keep his mouth shut. He gazed upon the magnificent form of his lover; her wild white hair, her always-angry beauty, thin waist and below her gorgeous adorable pussy, thinly veiled by snow-white pussy hair and as he could see, already secreting love juices he noticed running down inside her slender thighs. Not quite the Ice Princess she wished to be. But Odd kept quiet.

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Tammy and I had arranged to meet for a networking lunch a few weeks earlier. I hadn’t thought much about her until I saw her waiting in front of her building for me. Stopped at the light just before her building I could see her hair blowing in the wind, the tight red curls blowing across her face. She was wearing a black pantsuit that highlighted her amazing ass. As I pulled up to the curb I waived and she was opening the door when I did something unexpected. With my thumb and pinky I slipped my wedding ring off and placed it in the door. I felt an immediate surge of excitement. Tammy was a forty-year-old woman, recently divorced and very attractive. I kept asking myself why I removed the ring.

Just as I asked myself this question I surprised myself again by saying, “You look amazing, I love your hair.” Tammy was a bit surprised by my enthusiasm, but she was used to controlling the situation.

Lunch came and went and as she sipped her coffee she made some comment about how she was too old for guys my age (35). I quickly responded, “Oh no, you are EXACTLY my type.” It was a little forward, a little awkward and we sat in relative silence until the bill came. Driving back to her office was just as awkward, with almost no words exchanged.

When I pulled next to the curb Tammy asked, “Do you want to take the rest of the day off an come to my house?” I squeezed the steering wheel tightly and quickly agreed. I definitely wanted to.

When we got to her place Tammy went straight for her bedroom and undressed. We weren’t going to discuss this, we were simply going to do it.

Tammy stood in front of me naked. She was in surprisingly good shape for a forty-year-old woman. Her breasts were smaller than I had imagined, but they were perky and in proportion to her small waist. The tight red curls flowing down over her shoulders offset Tammy’s white skin. Her features were dark, her eyes were full of life, burning through mine as if she was looking for something. Tammy’s confidence was unmistakable, she was powerful, she was a woman who took what she wanted. Many men had stood in her bedroom all of them certain that Tammy would be amazing in bed.

I rubbed my ring finger with my thumb and remembered removing my wedding ring. I looked down as I did.

Tammy walked toward me and pressed her body against mine, wrapping her arms around me and asked, “Are you in love with her?”

I hesitated and she said, “I only have one rule, if you are going to sleep with me you can’t sleep with her anymore.” She spoke with diyarbakır escort authority and confidence; I could hardly imagine disobeying her. We began kissing and soon I found myself lying in her bed, our bodies in a tangled web of passion.

The moment I penetrated her was the first sign of vulnerability Tammy ever showed. She moaned as I entered her, her eyes closing, her hands squeezing my shoulders, her breathing strained. I quickened my pace and I could tell she was going to have an orgasm. She was completely out of control for the first time that evening. I smiled at her when she opened her eyes and she tried to speak, but couldn’t as she climaxed.

After her body relaxed I slowed my pace and began to prepare for my own orgasm when Tammy opened her eyes and said, “You can’t cum inside of me.”

I didn’t ask why, but soon had to pull out as I ejaculated on her stomach. After I did she pulled me to her lips and my semen got all over both of us. She told me how much she enjoyed it and then explained that she wasn’t on the pill and that I would need to wear condoms if I wanted to finish inside of her.

We lay next to each other for the next hour or so when she asked, “Won’t your wife wonder where you are?”

She was right, it was almost ten and I hadn’t checked in since five. I sat up on the side of the bed and agreed with her and began to identify my clothing around the room. Tammy got out of bed and began helping me to gather my things. I watched her move and as I did I became aroused once again, Tammy took note of my arousal and took my penis in her hand and softly asked, “Do you need to go again big boy?”

Tammy stood there, her back slightly arched, her breasts pointing upward, her legs spread apart slightly and the most devilish smile I had ever seen. She said, “Careful, you might fall in love with me.”

I grabbed her and said, “It might be too late” and I proceeded to kiss her.

Once we were back in her bed, Tammy climbed on top of me and said, “So we are making love this time?”

I nodded saying, “Definitely.”

Tammy rode my cock bringing herself to orgasm once more, once she was done she leaned forward placing her hands on my shoulders and said, “Do you want to cum inside of me?”

I thought to myself, of course I did, but did I want the consequences? Most certainly not. She was holding me deep inside of her as she rotated her hips back and forth seductively.

She leaned forward and whispered, “Do you want me to carry your baby?” Kissing edirne escort my lips lightly she then whispered, “You have to spend the night with me if you cum inside of me.”

Just then I came to my senses and rolled her to the side as I escaped just as I began to ejaculate on her sheets. She laughed as I fumbled for a towel saying, “I guess you have to get home.” This time I found my clothes, kissed her goodbye and promised to call. When I got home my wife was already asleep, I couldn’t help but feel horrible. This was the first time I had ever cheated.

The next day I called Tammy and arranged to meet her again, my guilt having subsided. We met for lunch and I spent the entire meal with a raging hard on and little if any appetite for food. Tammy, ever the control freak, explained that if I wanted to make love to her again I had to agree to three conditions a) I would have to consummate the relationship by going all of the way without a condom, b) I would have to spend the entire night and c) I would have to marry her if I got her pregnant. She told me to think about it as she leaned forward and kissed me goodbye. I sat at the table realizing that she was insane and that I couldn’t betray my wife anymore.

Three days later I called Tammy and explained that our brief affair was over, I wasn’t willing to accept her conditions. She understood and let me know that I should let her know if I changed my mind. It took several months to get Tammy out of my head. I had almost completely moved on when my company relocated to a new office complex, the same complex Tammy’s law firm was moving to. I began seeing Tammy in the courtyard eating her lunch or reviewing briefs. I saw her headed to her car. I saw her headed to the conference room. I saw her almost daily.

It took me a couple of weeks to ‘bump’ into Tammy. We exchanged pleasantries and chatted for a bit until she had to get to trial. We ‘bumped’ into each other several times a week for the next couple of months. I was working late, just after 6PM, when I saw Tammy headed to her office instead of heading home. I walked across the courtyard and let myself into her law firm’s reception area. No one was there so I began wandering around until I found her office. I stuck my head in and said hello, mentioning that I noticed she was working late.

Tammy had on a silk camisole and she wasn’t wearing a bra. Leaning over the desk pouring over papers I could see her nipples pressing against the silk. She had her heels off and she was digging in for a late work elazığ escort session. Tammy said hello, explained she had a big trial tomorrow and asked me to rub her neck. I stood behind her and massaged her shoulders and neck as she worked in silence. Tammy stopped working as she let her head hang down as I rubbed. My phone began to vibrate and I stopped rubbing to see who it was, it was my wife. I took a couple of steps toward the door and turned my back to Tammy and answered. As we discussed what time I would get home I felt Tammy’s hands encircle my waist. I could feel her body pressed against mine. Closing my eyes as I felt her warmth she took the phone out of my hand and closed it allowing it to drop to the floor.

I turned and Tammy and I began kissing. I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest and I whispered, “I have missed being with you Tammy.”

We resumed kissing and I desperately wanted to make love to her, but she abruptly told me she had to get back to work. She kissed me on the cheek and told me to scram. I forgot my phone on the floor as I was ushered out of the office. After I got to my office I realized I left my phone and turned around to get it. When I got to the doorway I saw Tammy leaning back in her chair, her eyes closed, fingering herself. I quietly bent down and picked up my phone and knelt down in front of her and pushed her legs apart. Startled she began to stop me, but before she had a chance I had my tongue in her pussy. She let me eat her out until I brought her to orgasm.

I stood up and began unbuckling my pants and she told me I had to go, that she didn’t have time. I didn’t listen and as she stood I lifted her against the wall, slamming my cock inside of her. We collapsed to the floor as I began pounding her. She was loving it. I was completely dominating her as she accepted my cock deeper and deeper inside of her, her back arching her legs wrapping around my waist.

Tammy stared into my eyes and asked, “Are you going to cum inside of me?” I knew what she meant. Just as those words hung in the air my phone began to vibrate again. We both looked over at the phone and then back at each other.

Next, without thinking about the consequences, I said, “I can’t help myself, do you want me to?”

Tears formed in Tammy’s eyes and she said, “Yes, I want you to.”

I leaned forward and began kissing her as I filled her fertile womb with my seed. Tammy began to choke up as she told me she wanted me to stay, but she had to finish her closing. I had to go, but she wanted to spend tomorrow night together in her bedroom. I agreed.

When I got home I explained to my wife that I had to head to Austin the next day for a quick trip. She understood and I laid in bed awake all night thinking about Tammy.

To be continued…

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Tybalt and Juliet Ch. 05

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Author’s Notes:

All characters are at least 18 years old, except where stated otherwise.

It’s the beginning of the Half Term holiday at the end of May. Jake, Amy and their schoolmates are in the middle of taking their A level exams. They’ll be starting at university in September or October.

Please note that this chapter starts immediately after the previous one ends.

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I stood at the bottom of the stairs, looking up, transfixed by the vision of beauty before me.

Amy was wearing a long, midnight-blue dress, which shimmered as she slowly descended. She wore her hair up, revealing the graceful curve of her neck, around which she wore a simple silver necklace with an aquamarine pendant. In one hand she carried a pair of black heels and in the other a small clutch.

“Wow,” I said, “You look amazing, stunning. You’re so beautiful!”

She reached the bottom step, pausing so that our eyes were almost level. I made to kiss her.

“Careful,” she said. “I don’t want to get lipstick all over you, well not yet anyway!”

I kissed her forehead instead, wrapping my arms around her, feeling the cool fabric of her dress. I couldn’t resist letting my hands slip a little lower to give her butt a gentle squeeze.

“Ooh!” she giggled in delight.

She slipped on her shoes and opened the door. I hadn’t seen her in high-heeled shoes before; somehow they completed her transformation from girl to woman.

“Come on,” she said, looking back over her shoulder at me, “the taxi’s here!”

—

I’d been to the Crown Hotel before, when I was nine or ten, for my grandparents’ Ruby Wedding anniversary. It was the place where the local townsfolk and villagers celebrated significant milestones. Occasionally it would be featured in the weekend supplements of the broadsheets, billed as a charming small-town retreat convenient for the capital. As a child, I’d always thought of the place as being somewhat dark and gloomy, installing better lighting inside apparently forbidden by fire regulations and various preservation orders.

By far the oldest building in the town, it looked slightly incongruous right next to the 1950s shopping centre. The front dated from the Tudor period and Queen Elizabeth herself was supposed to have stayed for a night. The dining area was spread over two floors, with the top reserved for private functions. The hotel bedrooms were a comparatively recent addition at the rear and were often filled at the weekends by wedding parties. It was a safe choice for the two of us for dinner together; the chances we’d run into anyone we knew were minimal and most of the other clientele would be at least over fifty, if not considerably older.

We were ushered to a small table at the back, partly hidden behind a wooden panel. There was a single, tall candle between us with a small vase of flowers that might have been sweet peas, it was difficult to tell in the semi-darkness. Her aquamarine pendant sparkled as the light played across it.

I looked across at Amy, “You look even more beautiful in candlelight,” I said softly.

It was true. Was it that moment, or the moment when she stood at the top of the stairs in her midnight-blue dress that I realised I was head-over-heels in love with her? I’m not sure; certainly the warm memories of that night have stayed with me ever since.

“One thing I didn’t say before,” she said, “I’m paying for this meal, all of it, this is my treat, my thank you to you.”

I began to protest, but she cut me short.

“No, I know you want to be a gentleman,” she smiled, “but this is what I want to do and it’s what I’m going to do.”

I mumbled my thanks, slightly embarrassed, then I had an idea, “Well if you’re going to pay for the food, at least let me pay for the wine,” I said. “Please, I want to.”

Amy relented and we began to study the menu. I realised that having committed to paying for the wine, it was then up to me to choose it, something of an own goal having minimal knowledge of such things. It was the sort of establishment whose wine list seemed the length of an encyclopedia, with the house wine almost the same price as a main course. I don’t think Amy would have cared, but I decided to go for the third-cheapest bottle of chardonnay, on the grounds that it was a grape variety that I had heard of and I didn’t want to appear too stingy.

Our main courses arrived. I was a man of simple culinary tastes and had chosen a fillet steak with all the trimmings. Amy ordered something vegetarian containing squashes, pumpkins and courgetti’s, which looked fairly indistinct on her plate in the dim light.

I’d been steeling myself to ask Amy a question, and this seemed as good a time as any. “Would you like to go on holiday together this summer?” I ventured.

“Holiday?” she asked, looking up at me, a little surprised.

“Yuh,” I said. “I wondered if maybe you’d like to go somewhere in Europe for a couple of days at the start of bursa escort next month, once our exams are over? Maybe take the train to Paris or fly to Rome, just the two of us?”

Amy paused considering.

I continued nervously, “Or maybe go away for a little longer in September before university. Interrailing or something? Maybe around your birthday? We can do it quite cheaply, staying in youth hostels.”

“Yes,” she replied thoughtfully. “That would be really nice to do, in September maybe.” She paused and looked a bit embarrassed. “But I really need to finish learning to drive and I’ll need to get a summer job to save up for it. And no, you’re not paying for me, Jake.”

“Have you worked anywhere you can go back to, for the summer I mean?” I asked.

“I worked in the newsagents’ round the corner last year, but I think the owner has taken someone on permanently now and I don’t think I’d be able to go back. I’ve done some office work for Mum as well, but that was deathly boring and I’d only do that again if I was desperate.”

I’d been nurturing an idea. “What about working at the Stables?” I suggested. “Jackie’s often looking for stable hands to help out over the summer. She pays fairly well and you’d get some free riding time thrown in.”

“That would be great,” she said, but then her face fell, “but how would I get there every day? I can’t drive yet.”

“Well you’d be welcome to stay with us,” I said, “but if you want to stay at home, you can get the train,” I suggested. “Ask your mum to drop you at the main station in town when she goes into work, and then it’s just one stop down the line to the village. Maybe a ten- or fifteen-minute walk to the stables from there? Quicker if you bike. It’s further on to our farmhouse obviously, but the Stables are much closer to the station.”

“Hmm,” she said, “that might just work. Let me talk to Mum about it when she’s back and see what she says. If that’s OK with her, I can ask Jackie.”

“That sounds good,” I said.

“I’d get to see you every day. And we might finally get the opportunity for that roll in the hay together!” she added excitedly, her eyes flashing in the candlelight.

The waiter came over to our table and we chose a dessert each. I went for a trio of sorbets and Amy selected a vanilla panna cotta.

“Are you all sorted for the Campsite?” Amy asked, referring to the summer job that I’d been offered a few weeks previously.

“Yeah,” I replied. “My criminal record check came through in the post on Thursday, so I just need to sign my contract now and get my shifts organised.”

“And when do you start?”

“It’s the last Monday in June,” I responded, “the Monday before the Prom.”

She looked up at me anxiously.

“It’s OK,” I reassured her. “They know about the Prom. They’re not going to make me work when I’m supposed to be with you!”

Amy smiled. “And how do the shifts work?” she asked.

“So, the earlies start at six o’clock,” I explained “and you set up breakfast, run the morning’s activities and finish after lunch. The lates start at two in the afternoon and run through until about ten in the evening. Then about once a week, I’ll need to be there overnight.”

“And what will you be doing?” she asked.

“Well it’s mostly supervising activities with the kids, but there’ll be some work setting up for meals,” I said. “I think breakfast is a help-yourself cold buffet, so the people on the early shift are the ones to get everything ready for that – but it sounds like it’s just opening packets from the fridge, putting out the breakfast cereal, making the tea and coffee — that sort of thing. There’s a couple of catering people who take care of lunch and supper, but sometimes the kids cook for themselves anyway — it depends on the group; the older ones can use a camping stove.”

“That sounds fun,” she said. “And are there songs round the campfire in the evening?”

“Yes,” I replied. “I need to practise playing ‘Waltzing Matilda’ and ‘Ging Gang Gooly’ – I told them I played the guitar.”

“You’re not going to take your beautiful guitar up to the Campsite?” she gasped horrified.

“Not the one you’ve seen,” I reassured her, “but I’ve got another one at home, the one that I learnt on as a kid. That’s fine to take up there.”

We finished our desserts and split the bill as we’d agreed. Amy wasn’t really used to drinking alcohol, and was a little giggly after half a bottle of wine, but we managed to locate a taxi without too much difficulty for the short journey back.

—

It wasn’t fully dark by the time we reached Amy’s house, but we’d left the side lights on in the sitting room and their soft glow spilled out into the hallway, beckoning us through the front door.

I kicked off my shoes. “Drink?” I asked Amy.

“Yes, please” she replied, “just water,” giving my butt a cheeky squeeze.

I made my way into the kitchen. I filled two glasses with tap water, then carried them back to the sitting room.

As I entered, çanakkale escort Amy had her back to me and was bending over the stereo system. She’d turned off all the electric lights and had lit about a dozen candles, placed at different points around the room. I set the glasses down on the coffee table and made to sit down on the sofa, but she turned, holding both hands out towards me.

“Will you dance with me?” she asked softy. I stepped towards her as light piano music started to emanate from the speakers. “It’s by Liszt,” she said. “It’s called Love’s Dream.”

We didn’t really dance, we held each other tightly, swaying in time to the music as Amy rested her head on my shoulder. With the two mattresses lying together at one end of the room, there wasn’t much clear floor space anyway. Our breathing slowed and synchronised as we melded closer, lost together in the moment.

The track ended and another piece that I didn’t recognise began to play. I dipped my head and we kissed deeply, illuminated only by the flickering candles around us. Then Amy began to unbutton my shirt slowly, kissing down my chest as she revealed my bare skin. I sensed that she wanted me to be still, to be passive, as she undressed me, unwrapping me like a long-anticipated present. She fumbled a little with my cuffs, then pushed the shirt from my shoulders, tossing it behind me onto the armchair.

She traced lightly over my skin with her fingertips, kissing delicately, flicking her tongue over my nipples and playing with the wispy hairs on my pecs. Then she laid her head on my chest again, listening to my heart beating as the music swirled around us.

“You are amazing,” she said dreamily. “Michelangelo’s David would be so jealous of your body.” We kissed again. Amy knelt in front of me, unfastening my belt and letting my trousers drop around my ankles. She took a pace back, allowing her gaze to sweep unhurriedly over my torso, as my cock hardened.

Then she turned her back to me, slowly. “Will you unzip me?” she asked. “Please.”

I bent down to free myself from my trousers, casting them aside, then stripped off my black socks. Bare footed, I moved behind her, kissing across the back of her neck and shoulders. Then I gently moved the small zip downwards, taking care not to catch it in the fabric. I stepped backwards again, watching as she turned to face me, her hands crossed to prevent the dress from slipping. Amy smiled at me, with not the slightest flicker of fear, anxiety or shyness. She was tantalising me, but not teasing me. She knew she was in control and comfortable in my presence. Then, with a quick flick of her hands, she brushed the straps from her shoulders and the dress fell from her body, pooling around her feet.

I gasped. Amy stood before me, clad in matching black satin bra and panties. She was indescribably beautiful. Her knickers were low on her hips, which swept upward to her waist in a graceful curve. Her silver necklace still hung round her slender neck, the aquamarine pendant directing my gaze downwards to her breasts. She reached behind her, and her strapless bra fell to the floor in front of her, revealing her pert, rounded globes.

I gasped again, “Helen of Troy would be jealous of you as well!” I said, marvelling at the beauty before me. “You are so beautiful.”

She stepped forward out of her dress and we embraced, my hardness digging into her abdomen. We stood, holding each other tightly again, kissing gently, lightly stroking each other, feeling the soft coolness of our bare skin.

The track changed again, to a piece with a slower tempo, not solemn, but light. It reminded me a little of a flag blowing gently in the wind or running water perhaps. I kissed her again.

Amy looked up at me. “Can we sit down?” she asked.

I sat on the sofa, naked except for my boxer briefs, as Amy moved some of the candles closer to us, placing two or three on the coffee table a metre or so away. Then she moved to straddle me, her knees either side of my hips. I pulled her to me and our mouths met again.

I ran my fingers up her front to her breasts and she balled her fists against me in pleasure. I kissed each nipple in turn, flicking my tongue across the tight nubs, before gently pulling them with my lips. She ran her fingers through my hair, pulling me more closely into her.

“Ah Jake,” she gasped. “That feels so good.”

We kissed again. Then she moved briefly away from me, curling up beside me, resting her head on my left thigh, her face only centimetres from my throbbing hardness. She ran her right hand up my chest, then trailed it down to feel me through my underwear. Then she moved forward, inhaling the scent of my crotch and planting a soft kiss on the silhouette of my cock.

She looked up at me. “Can I take these off?” she asked.

I nodded, my throat dry, incapable of speech.

Amy got off the sofa and knelt in front of me. I lifted my hips and she carefully slid the black fabric over my cock and down my legs, didim escort casting the garment to one side. We watched each other in the warm candlelight, observing the shadows flickering across our bodies.

She lifted my left ankle, maneuvering me so that I was lying diagonally across the sofa. Then she hopped back onto the cushions, kneeling between my legs, taking my cock in her hand and pulling my foreskin fully clear of my bright red glans.

“Oh Jake,” she sighed. “I love your willie. He’s so big and hard for me!”

“I think he likes you too,” I replied. “He really likes you.”

“Ah look,” she marvelled, collecting a droplet of pre-cum and toying with it between her delicate fingers.

Amy paused, holding still as she held my cock in her hand, considering her next move, making sure she was ready to take the next step.

She looked up at me. “Will you tell me before you start cumming?” she asked.

I nodded, expecting her to start jerking me off, but she didn’t. She bent further and cautiously kissed the tip of my cock. She looked up at me again as if seeking reassurance.

I prayed that she was about to do what I hoped she was about to do. I nodded almost imperceptibly and smiled gently.

Then, she stuck out her tongue and licked the tip.

I gasped in surprise. “Amy,” I said. “You don’t have to do that, if you don’t want to.”

“Please Jake,” she responded, almost pleading with me. “I want to. I want to taste you. I want to feel you in my mouth. I want to make you feel good. I love you.”

“I love you too Amy,” I said. “I really do.”

She moved her head forward a few centimetres and began to kiss her way up my shaft, maintaining eye contact all the way.

I moaned gently and hooked a few wisps of her hair behind her ear then gently stroked the side of her head with my right hand.

She took her hand and gently pulled my erection towards her. Then she began to lick the tip, with small, slow movements of her tongue, always looking upwards, deep into my eyes, constantly seeking reassurance.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, not to direct her, but to gently encourage her in her exploration.

Amy dropped her head onto my lap again and began to gently kiss my balls, inhaling my scent.

“Ah Jake,” she gasped. “I love your body. You’re so firm and so hard and so masculine. I’ve missed you so much, I can’t believe it’s been so long since I last touched you!”

“I’ve missed you too,” I said. “You’re so gentle and so tender to me. That feels so wonderful.”

She kissed her way up my shaft again, continuing over my abs. Again, she took a deep breath through her nostrils, shuddering as my musky scent overwhelmed her.

Her head was positioned above my cock now, her mouth perhaps five or ten centimetres above my glans. I felt warm, wet drops as she gently dribbled saliva onto my tip, which she then gently spread over me with her fingertips.

I gasped with pleasure.

Then Amy opened her mouth and gently slid her lips over me, taking my most sensitive part inside. She looked up at me as she did so and I saw her love for me deep in her eyes. I moaned as I felt the warm wetness of her tongue sweeping smoothly over me.

“Fuck Amy,” I whispered, “that feels so good.”

Her eyes shone brightly, like a child given its first lollypop, exploring the new taste and texture. I stroked her cheek tenderly and she began to suckle, devoted to an act that would give only me pleasure.

I moaned softly to encourage her and told her how much I loved her and how special she made me feel.

She pulled off me and placed little kisses along my shaft, looking up at me checking for my approval.

“Oh Jake,” she sighed, “you smell so good, you make me so wet for you.”

Then she moved forward again, taking me in again, bobbing her head slowly, her eyes glazed with lust.

She took a deep breath, bracing herself, before opening her mouth to its fullest extent and engulfing my dick, pushing her head down as far as she could. I felt my cock jump inside her and I reached down to gently pull her off me.

“Was that OK?” she asked, disappointment in her eyes.

“That was amazing,” I replied. “But if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum and I want to make you feel good too.”

I kissed her forehead, then awkwardly extracted my leg and stood in front of her as she knelt on the sofa. She made to put my cock back in her mouth, but I pulled her upwards to her feet, picking her up under her arms to let her stand on the floor.

“I love you so much,” I said, as I looked deep into her eyes.

I began to kiss down her body, gently brushing each breast in turn with my lips. Then I knelt as I worshipped her flat stomach and sensual curves.

I’d never seen Amy completely naked and she was still wearing her black satin knickers. I assumed that she wanted to keep them on, so I skipped down to her lower legs, beginning to kiss upwards.

“Oh Jake,” she purred as I reached her inner thigh.

I could smell her arousal now as my head neared her sex.

“Please, Jake, please,” Amy said quietly.

I looked up at her in confusion, unsure if she wanted me to stop or to continue.

“Can you take them off?” she asked, “Please, my panties?”

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The American Reporter Pt. 03

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It is nearly a week since Helga saw Harriet but the Anglo-American woman has not been far from her thoughts but so far she has not tried to contact her, preferring to content herself with memories of their visit to the opium den and play out fantasies for the future. All that changes however when a package and letter from Harriet are delivered.

TIPPING THE VELVET

The leather-bound book of Shakespeare’s Sonnets lay on the small table beside the divan in her sewing room. It had been delivered by an Arab boy with instructions it was to be handed to Mrs Helga Bornhoffen in person. A short note served as a bookmark and Helga felt a slight quickening of her pulse as she read it.

My Dearest Helga,

I am sorry I have not been able to contact you lately, I have been busy with work but finally it seems I have some free time ahead of me. Remember when I told you I had to help out my friend from the Guardian? It turned out he merely wanted to catch up and return my copy of the Sonnets that he borrowed from me eighteen months ago. I thought you might like to read it in the original English. I have underlined certain parts that move me. I will be delighted if we could catch up again and discuss the sonnets. It seems I am now at your disposal.

Your Friend,

Harriet Michaels.

The passages she’d underlined were from different sonnets and Helga had copied them out on a sheet of paper late that night and when she read the seven lines she blushed and felt the pull of desire becoming stronger.

‘When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty’s field,

Look in the glass and tell the face thou viewest,

Despite of wrinkles this thy golden time,

When most I wink, then do mine eyes see,

My life in this line hath some interest,

Which for memorial still with thee shall stay.’

The words had stayed with her the following day but even so it seemed as if the looming war between the Anglo-French Alliance and Germany might break out sooner rather than later. The news dominating the headlines that day was the expulsion of the German ambassador, Otto Abetz from France for reputedly bribing the editors of two French newspapers to publish pro-German stories. Fuel had been poured onto that fire when it was revealed that the French Foreign Minister’s wife, Odette Pelletan had close ties to the editors. The first Helga knew about it was when Helmut came home from work that night and promptly threw the paper down in front of her as she sat reading the Sonnets.

“The French cannot be trusted, see how they conspire against us? We talk peace and they expel our ambassador,” his eyes flickered to the book in her hands, “and you read the Sonnets, in English?”

“I want to perfect my English.”

“For what reason?” Helmut’s eyes narrowed, “they are siding with the French against us. Soon you shall have to choose a side.”

Helga’s eyes watered up as she looked away.

“Peace is always better than war,” was her only reply and thankfully Helmut didn’t push her on the matter but it played on her mind. Was she really choosing sides? Was war really inevitable or would cooler heads prevail?

It was with that topic uppermost in her mind that she finally vacated the house the next morning and headed for Harriet’s hotel. Her outfit that day was a little more modern, a white blouse matched with a trouser suit, a far more practical option in the dust-filled streets. The suit however was of a thicker material to suit northern climates and by the time she reached the hotel, she was already regretting wearing the jacket. The day was definitely getting warmer and she was relieved to find Harriet’s ceiling fan was doing a good job at dissipating the heat. Her new friend was still in her nightgown and a dressing gown, and Helga apologised for dropping in at such short notice.

“Why?” Harriet raised the teacup to her lips, “it is not an awkward moment for me.”

“You have not dressed yet,” Helga looked away suddenly, conscious she’d been staring at her cleavage that was plainly visible.

“I will be dressed soon but first I must bathe.”

“I will come back later?”

“Wait here,” she drained the cup, “or if you are brave you can scrub my back.”

Helga’s eyes widened and Harriet leaned forward and slapped her leg.

“I am sorry, it was a joke in poor taste,” she studied her, “you look tense.”

“I am worried, have you read the news?”

“I read the news every day,” she replied.

“You have read about Herr Abetz?”

“It is the nature of countries to spy on each other, even allies do it. Humans are naturally curious but I agree that at this point in time it was a stupid move by Ribbentrop’s department,” she leaned over and arched her back as she rolled her head from side to side.

“But enough of politics, it is all I talk about most days. How did you find the Sonnets?”

“I loved your poem.”

“You mean you loved my blatant plagiarism,” Harriet smiled crookedly, “if I had been çanakkale escort up to it I might have composed a poem but that might have been a little too daring.”

“It was beautiful,” she unbuttoned her jacket, “it is the first time anyone has written a poem to me.”

“That is a shame,” Harriet replied, “for one so beautiful.”

“I am not so beautiful.”

“So you say,” Harriet made to get up, “but I have not seen you naked. I am taking a bath, but it is a big tub and you are welcome to join me.”

“Join you?”

“You can scrub my back if you like or just sit and talk,” she rose, “you have a voice, Helga. It is time you used your voice.”

Helga swallowed her fear as Harriet wandered through to the bathroom, the woman paused at the door as if to close it and then undid the dressing gown tie and let it slide down her back. She tossed it aside and in one swift movement, pulled the nightgown over her buttocks. Helga stared as the silk garment rose higher and higher, showing off her perfect hourglass figure. Harriet glanced over her shoulder but didn’t make eye contact as she pulled it over her head and tossed it aside.

“Bring your tea in if you like,” Harriet stepped into the bath, “I will have another as well.”

Helga felt a definite sense of unease mixed with desire as she brought in two cups of tea. Harriet’s body was clearly visible and the other woman smiled as she parted her legs slightly.

“See, I have the same as you.”

“I can see that,” she set the cups down on the small table beside the bath and to distract herself, she hung the nightgown and dressing gown on a nearby hook.

“So, tell me something you have told no one before,” Harriet spoke again.

“What do you want me to tell you?” Helga took a seat against the wall and regarded her, “I am a simple woman from the country, my life before I met Helmut was, what is that English word?” Helga closed her eyes.

“Boring?”

“That is the word,” Helga opened her eyes, “boring. My father owns a cabinet making factory, I was helping in the office but I became tired of fighting off the attentions of his workers. There was this one boy who was quite persistent.”

“What was his name?”

“Hans,” she replied, “he had a German first name but he was Jewish.”

“And did you become intimate with Hans?”

Helga closed her eyes and finally nodded.

“I did but it was brief, his family were sent to a work camp a couple of years ago. I kept it secret from Helmut because he hates the Jews.”

“But his wife does not,” Harriet began rubbing soap over her breasts, “you helped out a Jewish watchmaker and were intimate with a Jewish boy.”

“Helmut and I do not agree on Hitler. He sees him as the saviour of Germany and while I thought he might bring some good I am worried. It is like they are trying to construct a mythology. This pure Aryan myth once belonged to the Völkisch movement but now it is mainstream. We used to see them camping out in the woods during the warmer months but they were always a little odd. Some were nice boys but I always felt as if they were lazy,” she touched her hair nervously and a moment later continued, “the Völkisch movement is…”

“A yearning to return to the old religion of Europe, it sounds romantic until you take human sacrifice into account but I’ll wager they never advocated that extreme practice.”

“They were simple folk, but you are right. They were idealists, now the Nazis have outlawed them along with many other groups.”

“Herr Hitler does not countenance rivalry,” Harriet leaned forward, “but tell me more about Hans while you scrub my back.”

Helga rose and taking the soap and cloth, perched on the edge of the bath. Harriet pushed her hair over her shoulder and Helga proceeded to rub the soap into her back.

“Hans was my first love. At first I thought him annoying and just like the others but after a few weeks I noticed he was being taunted by the other men because his family went to the synagogue. One day I saw them rubbing sawdust in his hair and laughing. He just stood there and took it like a man, it made me angry and yet curious,” she paused to pull the sleeves of her jacket and blouse up her wrists.

“I came out of the office and told them to get back to work. Because my father was the manager they did what I ordered, it felt,” she smiled, “good. I had never dared issue orders against any man but these men, most of them were older, all did as I told them. Afterwards, I had Hans come to the office and told him I would tell my father when he returned and he told me it was all right.”

“So you were the heroine who saved the day.”

“I was not so much the heroine,” she splashed water over her back, “it was impulse.”

“The definition of a heroine is an ordinary woman who does something heroic,” Harriet replied, “so what you did was heroic. You should accept the label even if it seems vain. Our own perceptions of ourselves are different to the way others see us.”

“How do you see çeşme escort me?” Helga straightened up and reached for a bar of shampoo soap.

“Caring, compassionate, curious,” Harriet glanced over her shoulder, “all words that start with C, I can go through the alphabet if you like.”

“You have not known me that long,” Helga dipped the bar in the water and began sliding it through her hair.

“That is true but here you are, a married woman who knows that I love women washing my hair, most normal women would not come near me, let alone come to me in the bathroom.”

“But I am fully clothed and have no intention of getting into the bath with you.”

“And that makes the difference?” Harriet asked.

“It does,” she kept working the lather into her hair, “a more interesting task would be to lie down in the same bed together.”

“I dreamed of you last night,” Harriet murmured, “it was not so much a dream as a fantasy,” she went on, “I dreamed you and I were making love.”

“Making love?” Helga stopped lathering her hair.

“That is something I have never told anyone but that is because you are the first person I have spoken to this morning,” she paused, “have I said something to offend you?”

Logic dictated she say ‘yes,’ but instead she shook her head.

“No,” she pushed down on her shoulders and Harriet allowed herself to be pushed under the water. Helga kept her there for a few seconds and then released her. Harriet rose from the water, which ran from her back and she swept her hair back.

“You said no,” she wiped water from her eyes.

“You are the first person to write me a poem. That counts for something.”

“It was Shakespeare who wrote the words, I simply rearranged them.”

“Even so,” she began rubbing her scalp again, “it touched me.”

“Why?” Harriet asked her.

“Because you thought of me, now stop talking while I wash your hair.”

Helga lathered her hair a second time and Harriet let her push her under the water again. Her face was momentarily obscured by the shampoo and when it cleared, Helga’s hands still rested lightly on her and she felt an urge she usually felt only for men. If Harriet had reached for her in that moment then she would have joined her in the bath, clothes and all, but that passed and Harriet rose and wrung out her hair.

“What would you like to do today?”

“Pardon?” Helga rose slowly.

“I mean,” Harriet stood up, “what would you like to do?” She nodded at the towel and Helga moved to retrieve it for her, “I am a woman of leisure today and by the looks of things for the next few days, so what would you like to do today?”

“No one has asked me that before,” Helga handed her the towel and managed to avert her eyes from the patch of hair between her legs.

“Well this is an interesting proposition,” Harriet stepped out of the bath and pulled the plug, “you should think about what you want to do while I get dressed,” she started sliding the towel against her naked body.

“Or in the words of the great writers, I am at your disposal today.”

Helga’s mind was in a whirl as she sat in the lounge room while Harriet got dressed in the bedroom. She discarded a dozen ideas in as many seconds. The woman may as well have handed her a black cheque and asked her to write an amount on it without giving her any limit.

Nevertheless, by the time Harriet stepped into the room wearing a pale day dress with dark polka dots on it she finally settled on the only option that seemed logical.

“The souk, perhaps we could go shopping.”

“A sensible choice indeed,” she tightened the belt another notch.

“It is indeed,” she rose as Harriet drew nearer, “but it was a difficult choice.”

“Life is full of difficult choices,” Harriet tugged at her tie.

Helga’s eyes shifted slightly as the other woman loosened the knot and started undoing it.

“What are you doing?”

“Showing you some choices,” she finished undoing the tie, “this is nice for an office but for a stroll in the souks?”

Harriet undid the first two buttons of her blouse and the garment parted, her fingers slipped down to the third button and their eyes met. She pulled playfully at it and then let go.

“For the souk we want to look relaxed,” she raised the collar at the back to further emphasize the deep V in front, “and we will let your hair down,” she started pulling out the hairpins Helga had spent so much time putting into place that morning.

“Let your hair down,” she pulled out the hair combs, “although you do have a beautiful neck but in this heat perhaps we should cover it to prevent sunburn.”

Helga vaguely recalled one of the embassy wives mentioning that some while ago but said nothing as Harriet picked up the brush and began to brush her hair.

“That feels nice.”

“Ah, she finally speaks,” Harriet chuckled.

“I have been speaking.”

“That is not the type of speaking I mean,” she kept brushing, “you have been answering questions but this diyarbakır escort is the first time you have offered something up voluntarily. You have a voice, it is time to use your voice. Herr Hitler uses his voice all the time and it is nothing but hot air, but people listen and raise their hands in that silly salute. Sensible voices recede into the darkness and we are left listening to the voices of hatred and bitterness.”

“Do you think there will be war?”

“Between Britain and France, and Germany?” Harriet paused for a moment.

“It will happen. Germany has a score to settle and the French and Germans could argue on the colour of shit. It may not be this year but certainly next year. Bonnet and Chamberlain have lofty ambitions but so do Hitler and Stalin. The smaller powers are aligning themselves to the country they think will assure their survival.”

“And what of America?”

“There is no appetite for a European war in America,” she finished brushing her hair, “Roosevelt is not an isolationist but after the mid term primaries he is relying on a coalition of Southern Democrats and Republicans with ties to big business. We will see what Roosevelt does, there is talk he might run for a third time but he will find resistance amongst his own party.”

“I should like to move to America.”

“Just like that?” Harriet stepped back, “I only brushed your hair.”

“It is something I suggested to Helmut after Kristallnacht, but he said I was being a fool.”

“It is not so foolish,” Harriet remarked, “Hitler is playing a dangerous game trying to play both sides while he increases Germany’s borders. The Sudeten was a bridge too far, the British and French will draw a line in the sand and sit and wait. Everything hinges on Poland, a country hated by Russia and Germany,” she winked at her and nodded at the door.

“But enough talk of politics, let us go shopping.”

***

Shopping in the souks was something Helga only did with their housekeeper due to the fact she couldn’t speak much Arabic, but her new companion was fluent in the language and in that there was no small degree of comfort. Another factor was Harriet’s easy confidence, something Helga put down to her ‘marital’ status. Harriet’s marriage was only a title, considering her husband had his male lovers, thus she was basically an independent, woman of the world. Helga felt very much in her shadow as they browsed the stalls, examining bolts of silk, rugs, ornaments and finally books, and it was in a bookstore where Harriet knew the owner that Harriet finally bought something. It was a book of Grimms’ Fairy stories in German.

“I have always loved fairy stories,” Harriet slipped a hand into the crook of her arm.

“Good, because it is yours now,” she handed it to her.

“For me?” Harriet’s eyes shifted, “it is an expensive gift?”

“So is the gift you have given me already this day.”

Harriet regarded her for a few moments and then smiled.

“It is very generous, but you should write something in the front,” her hand tightened on her arm, “we will have coffee and you can try your hand at poetry.”

Helga’s attempt at poetry felt odd, almost forced but Harriet’s eyes merely softened as she read them out loud but in a low voice.

“A warm summer breeze, a cool stream, your voice in my ear, such are the simple dreams of a simple woman. Your friend, Helga.”

“I almost wrote companion,” she spoke up, “but,” she trailed away.

“I have many female companions but I am not intimate with them all, some are just friends,” Harriet leaned over and brushed her lips over her cheek, “thank you.”

It was a bold move, despite the relaxed atmosphere of a city caught betwixt East and West, but Helga felt the weakness in her belly and the hairs on the back of her head tingled as those soft lips touched her cheek and then Harriet was turning the pages.

“I will treasure this book.”

“It is an old copy of the fairy tales.”

“But it was money you could have spent on yourself,” she glanced up, “it makes it worth so much more, almost priceless.”

She lit a cigarette and pushed the packet across to her.

“But what is this gift I have given you?”

“You listened to me,” Helga replied a moment later, “you are the first person to listen to me. You do not care that I lost my baby before he could take his first breath. The embassy wives either treat me as a disease or tell me to get over it.”

“People reserve the harshest criticism for the person in the mirror,” Harriet lit Helga’s cigarette.

“Helmut thinks I am betraying my own kind by reading the book you gave me.”

“Does he know about me?”

“Never,” she winced, “I would never tell him.”

“Helmut will think what he wants,” she replied, “I have no control over him or you for that matter, but it is comforting.”

***

That day was the first of two weeks in a row, sometimes they wandered through the souks or visited the older parts of the city. Other times they sat in the opium den to smoke hashish and solve the problems of the world or slip into a theatre and watch a film and gradually Helga began opening up to a woman whose world views were refreshingly liberal. Her views on the Jim Crow laws in the southern states almost sounded incendiary.

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