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Her small hand grabbed at the top of my dick and jerked it up and down fast. A little too fast. She held it tightly, a little too tight. And as she jerked me off she failed to stroke the entire length of my shaft.

What is she doing? Is she trying to start a fire or something?! Slow down would you? And there’s no need to hold so tightly, it’s not going to escape.

We took a short break from tongue wrestling as I pulled her shirt off over her head. We continued kissing as she reached back and undid her bra. I grabbed it and threw it to the floor of my car, exposing her bare breasts.

I can’t take much more of this Hand job, it hurts more than it feels good. I thought to myself.

“Maybe give me a blow job?” I suggested to Aubri, out of breath.

It was my second semester at college. I had met Aubri a couple months previously at a party and we had been dating now for a few weeks. She was a freshman, like me. She was planning on majoring in Psychology, as was I, so she was easy to start up conversation with. And she held my conversation because she was definitely not ugly.

I instantly fell in love with her strawberry blonde hair and big green eyes when I met her. She played soccer so she was in good shape as well. And no one could miss her extremely large breasts for her age, I would guess 32D, and I should know, having just taken her bra off. And the small cluster of freckles on her nose were just adorable to me.

Ahhh…careful with those teeth.

Aubri bobbed up and down on my dick, only managing to get one or two inches of me into her mouth before needing to come up for air. And every now and then I would feel the hard sharp edge of a tooth scrape against my tender flesh. I held one of her large soft breasts in my hand and squeezed it like a stress ball every time the average oral show took a sharp turn towards pain Ville.

Ah man this is great and all but I sure do miss the experience of older women.

Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed my time with Aubri, but it sure made me appreciate the amazing experiences I had been blessed with prior to my leaving for college. While Aubri had some of the best tits in our class they paled in comparison to Julie Jensen’s magnificent Rack. I never would have felt even the hint of a tooth on the receiving end of one of Mrs. Davis’ plump lipped blow jobs. And don’t get me started on the orgasmic skills of Danielle Taylor. All three were sexy Milf’s that for some incredible reason I had gotten lucky with back home.

“Oh, Chris, be gentle.” Aubri warned me as I slid my finger underneath her panties and into her warm pussy.

“Oh my gosh is that the time?” Aubri asked looking at the clock, “I need to get home. Hurry, take me back to my car.”

“What? Now?!” I asked in disbelief, “Can’t you be just a little late?”

“No. If I am, my Mother will kill me. And besides you want her to like you since you are meeting her for the first time tomorrow night at dinner.” She reminded me as she zipped her jeans up and slipped back into her bra.

“Good point.” I admitted.

I had not met Aubri’s mother yet, but from what I had heard she sounded like a Nazi. Despite her daughter being in college she still made Aubri obey a curfew. I did not want to start things off on the wrong foot so I grudgingly folded my erection into my shorts and drove her back to where her car was parked.

“Be at my house at six. And don’t be late” she instructed me just before she hopped out of my car and into hers.

After she had pulled away I whipped my dick out and quickly jerked off to avoid the pain of blue balls the next day.

Dang I thought to myself as I walked into my English class.

I was late so the only seats available were on the first row. I walked down the stairs and took my seat in the middle section on the front row. After a few minutes Ms. Hartel rose from behind her desk in the middle of the floor and the one hundred students seated in the stadium like class room fell to a silence.

Ms. Hartel was my English teacher and she had a reputation throughout the school of not putting up with any bull crap. Despite English being my favorite subject it was my hardest class because of her strict grading policy.

She was a tall woman, and even taller with her heels on. She dressed professionally and conservatively, but you could still see the outline of her hour glass figure.

“Please open your books up to page 64 and we will pick up where we left off.” She said, the small microphone on her cardigan amplifying it throughout the classroom for all to hear.

“Once again we will be discussing the poem by Walt Witman and its themes.” She continued, and her smooth voice filled the stadium like warm milk being poured into a glass. It made me a little sleepy. But I knew I would have to stay awake on the first row or else risk getting rapped on the hand by the yard stick she used to teach with.

She used the yard stick to point at a passage she had copied down onto the whiteboard istanbulescortbayanlar.com from A Woman Waits for Me, and asked,

“Who would like to share their thoughts on this passage?”

The class remained silent. No one dared to give an incorrect answer and risk a public rebuke from Ms. Hartel. Something she was known for doing.

“As a room full of hormone crazed young adults I know you all have thoughts on it…” she said, “Very well, Witman is speaking about the pinnacle of human passion. The desire that our bodies and spirits will eternally crave. He is referring of course to… sex.”

Hearing the word “sex” come out of Ms. Hartel’s mouth brought me and a few others slightly out of our half comatose state. Just then a wadded up piece of paper landed in my open book in front of me. I turned around to see where it came from and found my buddy, Bobby, a couple rows back with his thumbs up and a big grin on his face.

“Open it.” He mouthed silently to me.

I unwrinkled the paper. On it was a rudimentary drawing of two stick figures, one labeled as Ms. Hartel. The other figure had its head buried in her exaggerated boobs, with the label “This is what Witman’s poem is about!” scribbled at the top. I laughed a little and shook my head at Bobby’s immaturity.

Before I could put it away the paper was snatched out of my hands. I looked up to see the real Ms. Hartel standing over me with the paper in her hand.

“You know the rule. Any whispering or note passing is to be shared with the entire class.” She said authoritatively.

My race flushed red. I glanced back at Bobby but he had suddenly become very busy taking notes on the lecture. I looked back at Ms. Hartel who was now reading over the paper. Her face also went slightly red.

Oh no, I am going to get it.

“Hmm..” Ms. Hartel cleared her throat. “Perhaps this would best be handled privately. ”

She put the paper into a drawer in her desk.

“Now where was I?” she asked, and continued on with the lecture for the day.

The rest of class was uneventful. I kept my head down and tried to avoid eye contact with Ms. Hartel. I was so embarrassed.

“That is all the time we have for today. Nest class the TA and I should have all your papers graded. Don’t forget the reading this weekend. You are dismissed.” She told the class.

I bolted out my row and took the stairs two at a time to the door so I could beat the rush and escape before Ms. Hartel could speak to me.

I’ll just have to sit in the very back corner next time and hope she forgets about that paper.

I pulled up to the address Aubri had texted me at 5:55.

There’s her car in the driveway, this has to be it.

I texted her back to let her know I was here and asked, “What’s your mom’s name again?” My phone buzzed with her reply, “It’s Lindsay”

I walked up to the door and knocked. After a few moments it opened to reveal Ms. Hartel standing on the other side.

What is she doing here?!

“Oh uh…hello. I must be at the wrong house, so sorry.” I stammered.

“No, you are here for dinner, right? Come in, just remove your shoes.” She instructed.

“Does Aubri…Live here?” I asked surprised.

“Well of course she does, Aubri is my daughter.” She told me as I followed her into the dining room. “Aubri! Come down for dinner! Here you can take a seat. The food is ready, I am just going to grab it from the kitchen.”

What is going on here?! Am I in the freaken twilight zone?!

Aubri planted a kiss on my cheek as she entered the room and sat next to me.

“Your Mom is Ms. Hartel?! Why didn’t you tell me that?!” I demanded.

“Why? Oh my gosh, do you have her for English? haha. Why didn’t you ever tell me you had her for English?” she laughed.

“Why would I? How can she be your Mom?! She doesn’t even have the same last name.” I answered.

“She went back to her maiden name after my Dad and her divorced. Sorry, it must have slipped my mind. There’s dozens of other English teachers you could have had. I didn’t even think about it.” She told me.

Great…this is just great.

“Mom, what a crazy coincidence. You have Chris in one of your periods.” She told Ms. Hartel as she walked back in carrying two platters of food.

“Yes, I know. I recognize him. Well it’s nice to officially meet you outside the classroom.” She said to me.

“Uh..yeah. I guess I should call you Lindsay now.” I joked.

“No. You can call me Ms. Hartel.” She replied straight faced. Which drew out a giggle from Aubri. “But I do apologize you have to see me in my casual clothes.”

You call those casual?

The only difference I noticed was her hair was in a ponytail and she had a thick turtle neck on with no shoes. She still wore her horn rimmed glasses with a dark long skirt on. The tighter turtle neck did reveal more of her figure though than the usual blouse and baggy cardigan. Her giant breasts stretched at the wool fabric. It also revealed a more slender waist than I originally expected, only to flare out again at the hips.

I wonder if she has had work done. Those sweater cows can’t be natural can they? But then again that would explain where Aubri gets her big melons from. But she has a lot of growing to do if she wants to catch up with Mommy.

“Let us join hands and I’ll say grace.” Said Ms. Hartel.

Aubri grabbed mine, and I reached across the table to hold Ms. Hartel’s manicured hand as we all bowed our heads and Ms. Hartel offered a short prayer over the food.

“Thank you so much for having me over. You have a beautiful home.” I told Ms. Hartel.

“I had heard so much about you from Aubri I figured it was time we got to know each other a little better. But I had no idea her Chris was the same Chris in my English 2020 class.” She said.

We had a noodle dish with chopped up veggies and what looked like a side of sea weed.

No wonder Aubri and her mom have no waist line, they eat like rabbits!

“This is delicious.” I lied as I forced a mouthful down.

“Thank you. It is all organic. Very healthy.” She informed me.

Aubri put her hand on my lap underneath the table and started telling a story about one of her girlfriends she was in a fight with. I took the opportunity to look at Ms. Hartel and compare her to her daughter.

Unlike Aubri, Ms. Hartel’s slender face was free of freckles. Her hair was a much darker red compared to Aubri’s. She had the same Green eyes as Aubri behind her glasses. Now that they were in the same room, Aubri’s big boobs looked more like small moons orbiting the two much larger planets inside Ms. Hartel’s bra. I could tell the physical characteristics that Aubri had inherited from her mother but her personality must had come from her Dad because Ms. Hartel was cold and serious. She sat with perfect posture. Put nicely she was very dignified, to put it plainly she seemed like a bit of a bitch.

Despite her standoffish personality she was still incredible sexy. Her plump red lips on her smooth porcelain complexion was striking, especially with her sea green eyes. Her ripe breasts seemed to rest like a juicy dessert on the table. An image of her dressed in a Jessica Rabbit costume came to my mind and sent some blood flowing into my penis.

Aubri felt my growing erection and flashed me a smile. She gently started stroking me underneath the table in an attempt to be discreet.

Jeeze Aubri calm down! Your Mom catching us getting frisky under the table is the last thing I need after she confiscated that stupid drawing. But if she remembers it she hasn’t said anything about it yet.

“So what other classes are you taking?” Ms. Hartel asked me.

“Uh..just..the Generals really.” I struggled to get out while Aubri continued to stroke my dick through my pants.

The rest of the meal was filled with small talk and awkward silences as I attempted to keep Aubri at bay underneath the table.

“Are you going to watch the movie with us Mom?” Aubri asked.

“I may come in later, but I have some papers to grade first.” She said.

“Would you like help clearing the table?” I asked politely.

“No, that is quite alright. I will take care of this, you two just go and start your movie.” She answered.

That’s good cause I don’t want to be clearing dishes and trying to hide my raging boner at the same time.

With the movie started Aubri and I snuggled up on the couch. She wasted no time before she grabbed my hand and guided it up her shirt. I quickly pulled it away.

“No way! Not when your Mom could walk in here at any moment.” I said forcefully.

“Oh, are you scared of her?” she asked mockingly.

“Yes. She is terrifying. You would be scared too if you weren’t her little girl.” I answered unashamed. “Can’t you be content with just cuddling tonight?”

“Fine. But you are no fun.” She said pouting.

“Is she asleep already?” asked Ms. Hartel as she glided into the room unheard.

Gosh! She moves like a cat, I didn’t even hear her come in.

“Oh, yeah. She’s been out for a while now.” I answered.

She sat in the chair next to the couch and crossed her legs. I decided to bring up the elephant in the room.

“Look, Ms. Hartel, about that note you…” I started, but she interrupted me.

“Do not worry about it Chris. I know you did not write it. I have seen your doodles on turned in papers before, it did not look like your work anyway.” She said with a smile. “Besides, it’s not the first time a student has ogled me, and I’m sure it won’t be the last.”

“Well I’m sorry…” I muttered.

“Let’s just forget about it.” She said back.

“So…” I stammered, trying to keep it from going into another awkward silence. “Aubri doesn’t talk much about her Dad. How long have you been separated… If that’s not too personal of a question of course.”

“No, it’s fine. We have been divorced three years now. He traded me in for a younger model.” She said in a monotone voice.

“Oh..uh..I..” stammered not knowing what to say.

“Enough about me. Let’s talk about you.” She said. Aubri moved slightly, but remained asleep on my chest.

“…ok” I muttered.

“I just want to be clear about the expectations I have for you and my daughter.” She said with a serious face, “I do not want anything happening past second base. You understand me?”

“Uh..yes mam.” I Answered.

“And If I learn you have stolen her virtue you will have more serious things to worry about than the Final Exam. Do I make myself clear?” she asked while leaning towards me.

I gulped in an attempt to respond but nothing came out. She stood and walked towards me and as she did I got a whiff of her perfume. She put her hand firmly on my shoulder.

“It’s late Chris. Time for you to go home.” She ordered, more than asked.

I left Aubri asleep on the couch and headed for the front door.

“Thank you for having me over.” I said.

“It was nice meeting you Chris. I will see you in Class.” She said as she shut the door behind me.

Wow…she is intense!

As I walked into Ms. Hartel’s classroom I was not sure if I was less or more scared than before now that I knew her on a personal level.

“Chris, over here man. I saved you a seat.” Said Bobby. He was wearing a trucker’s hat that said “FBI: Federal Booby Inspector”

“Man, I’m sorry about last time. Did you get in some serious trouble?” he asked.

“No. It’s fine” I said.

“You didn’t tell her it was me did you?” he asked.

“Ha, I didn’t give you up. Don’t worry.” I assured him.

“You are a true friend Bro. I owe you. Here comes the ice queen now.” He said.

Ms. Hartel walked in and most of the conversations quieted down immediately. She strutted down the stairs and set her things on her desk. I gave a small wave to her, but she ignored me.

“Alright, everyone settle down and take your seats.” She instructed.

Hmph, I guess she wants to keep the relationship strictly professional at school. Even though I am dating her daughter.

“If she loosened up a little and dressed differently she would be one hot MILF.” Bobby whispered to me.

Bobby didn’t say anything else the rest of class. We listened as Ms. Hartel instructed us all on literary pros.

“And that’s all I have for you today. Your papers are graded, I’ll have my TA pass them out now. Once you’ve gotten your paper you may leave. If you have questions about the grade received feel free to come talk to me, I’ll just be at my desk while the papers are being passed out.” She explained to the class.

“D-! Shit, this is gonna kill my GPA.” Bobby exclaimed after he got his paper. “Hey you got a note on yours, what does it say?”

“See me after class.” I read aloud the note scribbled at the top of my returned paper in red ink.

“Ooohhh, looks like you may not be off the hook after all. It was nice knowing you bro. Don’t mention my name haha!” he said, and with that he was gone.

What does she want to see me for? She already told me to forget about the drawing incident. Maybe she wants to make sure I understand her expectations with Aubri?

I stood back and waited for Ms. Hartel to finish speaking with the small line of students that had formed. All probably unhappy about their grade. I took the time to look over and admire her.

She was dressed in the usual get up, it hardly ever changed from day to day. She had on black professional looking heels. A long black skirt that went past her knees. On top she wore a white button up blouse, and that was covered mostly by a gray cardigan. Her dark red hair was tied up in a tight bun at the top of her head. She had on her horn rimmed glasses, and the only jewelry was a long black pearl necklace and two small hoop hearings.

Despite her efforts to dress modestly, her full hour glass figure outline could still be seen. And even behind a baggy blouse and cardigan you knew there were some mammoth tits hidden in there.

She probably over compensates since she’s a woman and wants to be taken seriously. I thought.

With the last student dealt with she turned to organize some papers on her desk. Apparently forgetting about me.

“Uh… Ms. Hartel..” I stammered, “You wanted to see me?”

“Oh yes,” she said turning to look at me. “Please, come over to my desk.”

I slowly approached her desk until I was standing closer than I had ever stood to her. Being so close I more fully appreciated her body. With her heels on she was a couple inches taller than me so that I had to look up slightly to look her in the eyes. I suddenly felt very young.

“Chris I have been thinking about something that I would like to discuss with you.” She said.

“Oh…Ok. Does it have to do with Aubri?” I asked.

“Well…Sort of.” She said quietly.

CLICK. I turned to see the heavy double doors closing behind the last student. Ms. Hartel and I were now alone in the center of the large stadium like class room.

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My Femdom Story Ch. 03

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This story contains scenes of FEMDOM, BONDAGE/BDSM, CHASTITY, CUCKOLDING, CFNM, BI-SEX, CUM EATING, CROSSDRESSING, PUBLIC, & HUMILIATION. Read at your own peril 🙂

Chapter 3 – A Surprise (for me) in Public

Sitting naked in the backseat of a car, I tried to slump down so I wouldn’t be seen by any passing cars but Katelyn noticed and told me to sit up straight. Emma in the passenger seat just looked back at me, glancing down at my poor little caged cock and just laughed. I felt my face blush again as we came to a stoplight and another car pulled up next to us and stopped. I looked over and saw a group of guys inside and quickly looked away, hoping to stay anonymous.

Unfortunately, Katelyn had other ideas. She honked the car horn and rolled down the window waving at the guys. The guy in their passenger seat rolled down his window and said, “Hey girl, what’s up?” Then he glanced back and saw me.

He did a double take as Katelyn said to him, “You guys should be happy you don’t have a mean girlfriend like me that makes you sit naked for strangers to laugh at!” At which point all three guys leaned up and got a better look at me, seeing that I was in fact naked. “Show them your cage honey.” She told me. I sighed and leaned my crotch up, giving them a good view of my pink chastity cage. The guys all burst out laughing and pointing at me as the light turned green. They took off and I sat back down as Katelyn and Emma laughed too, both looking back at me. Emma turning in her seat and Katelyn looking through the mirror.

“I think he should stay up like that!” Emma suggested and Katelyn agreed.

“Yeah” She said. “Do it babe! Put that pathetic cock of yours up so everybody can laugh at it!” They both started laughing all over again as I lifted my ass, my cage up clearly for anybody to see. Emma leaned back and patted my balls, grinning.

“I can’t believe he does everything we say!” She said to Katelyn. “Do you think we could take him out to see what else he will do? – I mean ‘her’ not him.” she grinned. “I forgot that if you don’t have a usable dick then you aren’t really a guy anymore are you?” I shook my head no but felt my erection trying to return. “Hey slow down!” Emma said all of a sudden. She rolled her window down now waving to get the attention of the car to our right side. This one had a couple older women in it. They looked over at Emma, who pointed back at me. The women looked back and their expressions changed from quizzical to outraged and they took off, racing away from us as the girls burst out laughing once again.

“Oh my god!” Emma said “That was hilarious!”

“I have an idea.” Katelyn said, turning on the turn signal and slowing down to make a turn. Not knowing where we were going, I just waited, uncomfortably holding myself up above the seat.

Several minutes later, I realized that she was heading to the College in town. She drove slowly down a street looking at the houses and then let out an excited “Aha!” and pulled over, parking in front of one of the sorority houses. “You’ll need some clothes for this next part.” Katelyn told me. “Wait just a sec while I grab something.”

She went to the trunk of the car and looked through the new clothes they had bought and then opened the back door tossing in the tight dress I had tried on in the store. I pulled it on and exited the car as Katelyn eyed me over. The dress barely covered my ass and the bulge from the cage was sticking out in front.

“Okay. Come with me.” She told me, then turned to Emma, “Just follow my lead okay?”

We started walking up to the front door of the sorority house but then Katelyn stopped suddenly. “Hold your hands behind your back and don’t move them.” I did as instructed and then she rang the doorbell. We waited a moment before the door opened.

An absolutely gorgeous girl answered the door. She was about my height – which was almost a foot taller than Katelyn – and she had really big firm perky breasts with a thin toned body. She reminded me of what a lot of porn stars look like with her long luxurious hair and pouty lips. She was wearing a tank top with no bra underneath and her nipples poked through the thin fabric making little bumps that I couldn’t stop staring at. She had yoga pants on which showed off her figure, long legs and a firm ass. “Can I help you?” She asked in a sweet voice. I pulled my eyes away from her chest and looked down. She was barefoot with perfectly pedicured toes.

Katelyn spoke next, “Yes, actually you can.” She pointed back at me as she continued, “This is my loser boyfriend.” I got a confused look on my face at the comment but then I understood as she went on. “I caught him cheating on me with my friend here.” She grabbed Emma’s arm and hooked her arm through it, pulling her close. “But since we are so close, we decided that our friendship is more important than this loser here. So… I was hoping to get some help to punish him.”

The sorority girl put a hand to her mouth as antalya escort she looked me over, suppressing a laugh. “Um… what did you have in mind?” She asked.

“I want you to get all your sisters here to punish his balls.” Katelyn said flatly. Then she reached over and lifted the front of the dress so that my cage was freed. Now the sorority girl gasped as she looked at my crotch.

“What the fuck?!” she exclaimed, then started laughing uncontrollably. She threw the door open wide and looked over her shoulder “Hey guys!” she shouted, “Come here!” I saw three girls get up from a couch and walk over. “Holy shit!” one said as the three froze in surprise.

“So do you think you can help me?” Katelyn said.

“Yes, come in!” She moved back so we could enter the lobby of the large house.

I was sure that my face was bright red at being exposed like this to the four strangers even though they were all hot. I felt my cock straining inside the cage, aching to be released. I was led to where the girls had been sitting on the couch but instead of sitting down, Katelyn pushed me down onto the coffee table and made me lay on my back. She kicked my feet, making me spread my legs. Then did it again when I apparently didn’t spread them wide enough. “I thought I told you to leave your hands behind your back.” she said to me, frowning.

“But I…” I started to complain but then stopped. I lifted my back to put my arms underneath me. Katelyn nodded in approval and then leaned down and grabbed my hips, pulling me forward until my ass was at the edge of the table.

“Do you have a belt that we can borrow?” Katelyn asked the sorority girls. One of them said they had one and rushed off. She returned a moment later with a belt in her hand and three more girls following after her. “Lift your ass a minute.” Katelyn told me. She slipped the belt under me and then wrapped it around positioning it so that it held my caged cock tightly against my body, leaving my balls sticking up. Katelyn gave them a light slap, looking up at my reaction. I clenched my teeth but otherwise didn’t move. “Hmm…” she thought and then slapped them harder. I flinched a little that time, making her smile. She nodded and stood up, looking over at the gathered sorority girls. “So, who would like to go first?” she asked them. I gulped nervously as they looked at me.

None of them volunteered to go first so Emma spoke up, “We thought we’d give you all a choice of what to do to them,” she explained. “You can either kick them once,” I looked at her with fear in my eyes as she went on. “Or you can slap them five times or,” she held up a finger, as she grinned, “…you can squeeze them for 30 seconds!” and as she finished, she leaned down to take a hold of my exposed balls. She gripped them tightly, gradually increasing the pressure of her grip and even pulled them up causing me to groan in pain. After what was surely longer than 30 seconds, she let go and I fell back to the table. I hadn’t even realized that I had lifted my butt up off the table that far as Emma abused my balls. I panted as she spoke again, “So what will it be?” she asked the hot girl who had answered the door.

She took a step forward hesitantly, looking down at me. “I don’t know…” she said, unsure. “Maybe… five slaps?”

Katelyn smiled “Great choice!” she told her, going along with Emma’s improvisation to my torment. “Go ahead. Slap away.” she said, “As hard as you like.”

I braced myself but the girl’s first slap was light and after Emma’s squeezing, was nothing in comparison.

“Oh no honey,” Katelyn said. “That doesn’t count. You have to make him feel it so maybe he will learn his ‘lesson.’ Like this.” She stepped up next to the girl and gave my balls a hard under-handed slap, making me jump a bit from the sharp pain it sent through my sensitive genitals. Katelyn stepped back letting the girl have another attempt. She imitated her slap, not quite as hard but still making me jump a little. “That’s better!” Katelyn told her, a big smile on her face. “Now four more!”

The girl smiled and slapped again. This one was slightly harder. Slap. SLAP. Each one got progressively harder as she got into it and the last one she actually caused me to cry out in pain, clenching my fists underneath me. I wanted to curl up but I dared not move as the next girl stepped up.

“I want to squeeze them I think.” this girl said. She was shorter than the first girl but still taller than Katelyn but was a little bigger. Not fat really, just bigger overall but she had a sweet face so I hoped that she would go easy on me. Unfortunately, she didn’t. She squeezed every bit as hard as Emma had a moment ago and even tugged repeatedly on my balls as she held them in a death grip. The 30 seconds lapsed and she let go, giving them a small little slap as she stepped back.

The next girl, a tall athletic looking girl with a long blonde ponytail, hopped over looking excited. “I wanna kick ’em!” she antalyadaspor.com said. I thought ‘oh shit…’ to myself as she gave me a hard kick to my already hurting balls. I cried out loudly as the pain shot through my body. I did move my legs this time, closing them and sitting up. I held my balls in my hands but Katelyn frowned at me.

“Oh no you don’t.” she said, pushing my shoulder, laying me back down. “Arms back behind your back.” I put my hands back underneath me between the arch of my back and the coffee table. Then she climbed up and sat down on my chest, her as right in front of me, blocking my view. “This should keep you still.” She said. “Now, who’s next?”

I lost track of how many girls took a turn on my balls, squeezing, slapping and a couple more kicks. I was sure that my balls were probably red and swollen from all of the abuse but I couldn’t see since Katelyn sat on my chest the rest of the session. Finally, I heard her say, “Is that everybody?” to which somebody answered, “Yeah should be.” I felt the belt released and then Katelyn got off of me. “You can get up now.” She told me. “Make sure to thank the nice ladies for helping teach you a lesson.”

I stood up on weak knees and looked at the watching girls, all of whom had grins on their faces. “Th-thank you.” I said softly.

“With feeling!” Emma said, smacking my ass.

“Thank you!” I said louder. “For teaching me a lesson.”

“Anytime.” one girl said and another agreed. “Yeah, come back later! This was so much fun!”

“I’ll bring some of my friends over next time.” a different girl said, making the rest laugh.

Katelyn and Emma both said goodbye and promised to bring me back at some point in the near future. We started walking back to the car and I remembered to keep my hands behind my back but that meant that my caged cock and sore, red balls were still exposed. Emma kept giggling and looking back over her shoulder at me.

“Aww, they look like they hurt.” she said, making a pouty face. “Hey, Katelyn, should we let him have a break from that cage for a while? You know as a prize for taking that so well.”

The girls stopped and turned to me. Katelyn tilted her head as she thought. “Yeah. Okay.” she said. “Just for a while though and no cumming of course.” She put her hand in her pocket and pulled out the key to my lock. She stepped up to me and twisted the key, pulled the lock away and lifted the cage off of my dick, which was still trying to become erect. It popped up and grew right away, sticking straight out finally. The girls laughed and Katelyn said, “Oh wow, it really wanted out huh?” Then she reached down and stroked it for a few seconds but stopped right away when I let out a moan of pleasure. “Oh no you don’t.” she said, shaking her finger. “As a matter of fact, since we removed the cage, I think you shouldn’t be allowed to wear anything else either. Hand over the dress.” At that, Emma started laughing and took out her phone to take a video of me since we were still on the sidewalk in front of the sorority house.

I glanced around to see if there were people around and saw a couple girls watching from windows in the house and there were a handful of people further down the road walking towards us. I gulped and then pulled the dress over my head and handed it to Katelyn who took it with a grin. “That’s better.” she said, spinning and starting to walk to the car once more. Emma walked behind me taking a video of me walking with my arms behind my back, completely butt naked down the sidewalk. She moved around me to the side giggling as she filmed me, moving in close to get a shot of my erect cock, bouncing slightly as I walked.

We made it to the car at the same time the group of people walking towards us did and Katelyn walked around to the driver’s side in the street. Emma kept filming as she stood by the passenger door. I tried not to look at the people as they walked by but I heard them laughing and talking about me and how embarrassing it must be for me. I heard a car door close and turned to see Katelyn reaching across the car to unlock Emma’s door. Emma got in and rolled down her window. I reached for the door handle but it was still locked.

“Hey!” I said. “Unlock my door.” Emma stuck her head out the window as she filmed me, the car pulling out into the street. “HEY!” I called after them, rushing after it. Emma was laughing loudly and the group of people was too. I saw them now, a group of three guys and two girls. They had stopped to watch me run into the street after the car.

One of the guys yelled out, “Run Forrest!” causing the group to laugh even harder.

Thankfully, Katelyn stopped the car a hundred feet or so down the road and I heard the door lock click as I caught up. I practically jumped in the back seat, breathing hard from the quick run. “What the hell was that?!” I demanded.

The girls laughed and then Katelyn said, “Just having some fun!” as she started driving again. “Didn’t you like it?” I just slumped down in the seat to catch my breath as she continued on down the road. She drove to a nearby drive-through restaurant and I got nervous all over again since we would have to stop right by more strangers and I had nothing to cover myself with.

The food was ordered and we pulled forward to the first window to pay. The cashier didn’t notice me at first but I saw her face as we pulled up again, her jaw dropping open. At the next window, there were three people waiting as we stopped. The cashier must have said something to the other employees since they were smiling at me and laughing. Our food seemed to take an extra long time to prepare so we had to sit there as two girls and a guy looked at my naked body.

“Why is he naked?” one girl asked.

Katelyn told her that I had been bad and this was my punishment which caused the girl to giggle and say, “I’ll have to remember that next time my boyfriend makes me mad!” She then turned and called out to somebody else and then she was replaced with another girl and a second guy who saw me, gasped and then laughed.

Finally, our food came and we drove off towards home. Unfortunately, my misfortune didn’t end. Katelyn stopped two blocks away from our house and pulled to the side of the road. “I liked how you had to chase after us earlier.” She said. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach, thinking I knew what was about to come next. Sure enough, she said, “Let’s see you do it again! Out with you!” I slowly stepped out of the car and stood next to Emma’s window about to ask if I really had to do this. I didn’t get the chance to ask because Katelyn took off, speeding away from me, leaving me stranded far behind.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed and started to run as fast as I could. My cock bounced, slapping against my belly as I raced after the car which was already pulling into the driveway. I saw the car disappear into the garage and then the door closed. Now, I was running down the street, completely naked by myself. I really hoped that nobody came outside or that no cars came down the street. Luckily, I made it home without anybody seeing me but when I tried the front door, it was locked. I rang the doorbell as I glanced over my shoulder. There was no answer so I banged on the door. I heard a car coming down the street and I moved against the wall, trying to hide. The car passed by without looking in my direction and I rang the bell again.

“Who is it?” Emma’s voice called out from inside and then both girls laughed.

“Let me in!” I begged. “I’m gonna get arrested if anybody sees me out here!”

“Oh don’t be such a baby.” Katelyn said. “The back door is open.”

I crept around the front of the house, glancing all around but luckily, nobody was outside. I rushed around to the gate and pulled it open. I let it close behind me as I slowed to a walk around the back of the house. Sure enough, the back door was open and I entered the house to find that the five guys that had fucked Katelyn earlier were still there along with several more guys. Suddenly, my brain remembered seeing a few cars parked on the street. I froze, my dick still half hard as I looked around at all the guys. They were all in some state of undress and each and every one of them had a dick that was bigger than mine. A couple of them were enormous, nearly foot-long thick veiny porno-worthy cocks. “What… is all this?” I asked.

“So this is him huh?” one guy said. It was the guy with the largest of all the dicks in the room and I tried not to stare at his crotch as he walked up to Katelyn, leaned over, and gave her a big sloppy kiss.

“Yep!” she said, winking at me. “Did you all get the drinks ready?” she asked him.

He nodded and went over to the kitchen counter where a blender sat. “Sure did.” he said, picking up a glass from next to the blender and walking back. “A pitcher of margaritas for you girls and the special cocktail for him.” He held up the glass to me. It was a large margarita glass that was filled nearly to the rim with a thick off-white liquid. I knew right away that it was surely cum. I stared at the glass as Katelyn gave him a hug.

“Thank you all!” she said, giving the guy another kiss. “I owe you one.” She said. “Call me later okay?” The guy said that he would as he and the rest of the guys started to get dressed and then left.

Alone with the two girls, I held the glass, looking at it. Katelyn said, “I hope you are thirsty! I expect to see you finish all of that.” She sat down at the table and started to pass out the food we had picked up. Emma sat next to her and I sat down slowly, across the table from them. Katelyn opened up the hamburgers and lifted the bun on the first one. She handed it to Emma and then looked at the next one. “Ah!” she said. “This one is yours.” She suppressed a smile as she reached across the table, setting it in front of me. She took the last hamburger and lifted it to her mouth. Before she took a bite, she paused and told me. “Eat up. I had them put extra of their ‘special sauce’ on yours!”

I peeked under the bun and saw some kind of sauce on it and then it dawned on me. “Did they cum on this!?” I asked, shocked.

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I awoke to find you lying nude next to me, your eyes half open as you stroked my chest. A naughty smile played across your lips and your fingers played with my nipples. I smiled back, and felt a familiar ache awaken deep within. I stretched along your body, my bare chest against your arm, and my leg thrown over your strong thigh. I moved my leg, massaging my calf against your pussy, your soft pussy hair pressing against my skin. You responded immediately, and you push against me. Through the hair, I feel your pussy lips part and I moan as desire rises in me. I reach out for you and I kiss your face, “Dina…” I mutter ….

I love it when I arouse you. I watched you sleep, could not resist teasing and I touched one of your nipples. Dark nipples surrounded by rich brown areola. Your nipple hardened immediately under my palm and I watched to see the areola pucker. Immediately you were in my power. In your sleep, you moaned slightly and moved yourself to me. I flicked the tip of your nipple, enjoying the pliable firmness and the pleasure started to motivate me even more. I reached into your boxers and touched your cock. I imagined the musky smells between your legs, your seed and my juices from earlier still damp against my touch. Your cock was turgid and warm. Soft and hot. I pushed down and cupped your testicles, nice and heavy in the palm of my hand. I marveled diyarbakır escort at the softness of your skin there, and imagined it getting oiled with my juice. You are mine, you were in me just a few hours ago, and I wanted you again. Your penis hardened slightly in my hand and your balls started to shift ever so slightly.

I moved my hand out of the garment, over your stomach and back to your chest, playing with the hair there. You woke up then, eyes already slit open with passion for me and I smiled at you with barely concealed desire. You swung your leg over mine and I felt your hard muscles grind onto my pussy, pushing against my clit. You know exactly what I want, I thought with a thrill. I felt the trickle of juices forming deep within me, pushing through my flesh to meet my lover’s flesh, and I ground my mound against your leg in turn. A moan escaped your lips and your arm pulled me to you. Your lips touch my face, kisses that are soft and yet still causing pleasure that I cannot control. You kiss my cheeks, my eyes, my forehead and then … then your lips touch mine! It is my turn to moan and my lips seek yours out for a firmer grip. My tongue flicks into your hot mouth, touching yours and I melt into your arms….

We kiss each other, holding each other tightly, your breasts feeling beautiful against my skin. As I feel diyarbakiranalatik.com your cool tongue pressing against mine, I also feel your nipples hardening and a wave of pure lust grips me. I want to taste you, your nipples, your pussy… everything about you. My kisses become more urgent, concentrating on your mouth and tongue, and my hands are now on your butt, squeezing and crushing your cheeks, pulling them apart. You cry out, knowing what is coming next, and you urgently fling your beautiful leg over mine, both of us turning to face the other. My fingers travel deeper between your butt cheeks, and you will me on … your breath coming in short groans as our kisses light up further. I feel your ass rim, and I finger it, playing with it and pushing my middle finger into you in slow, short movements…

I feel your beautiful, your strong finger touch me inside, and my body convulses with pleasure, grinding against your groin. My leg pulls your body closer and I beg you to push your finger in deeper. You oblige, my darling, my lover … and I pull my head back and let out a long and quavering groan. The sensation is exquisite, your digit inside my ass, massaging me gently the way I taught you. I am now wet, my juices breaking free and squeezing out between my lips…

I see your neck thrown back, stunning and a tan complexion, and I nibble your neck, your collar bone hungrily, desiring even more…

Your lips on my neck and collar make me insatiable suddenly. I push you roughly onto your back, and your hands are now on my head and gripping my hair, as I drive my hungry mouth to your groin. Your musk drives me insane, our smells mingled on your cock and your testicles, coming through your boxers. I rip your underwear off, wanting to taste your flesh, your dark and soft skin in my mouth. I am not disappointed – you are hard and your cock springs free to meet me, your testicles already tight against your body. Your head always amazes me and I feel the same awe again as I pull back your foreskin, your soft foreskin. Your cock head rises, proud and an angry red, your slit inviting me to lick it. I will be ready in a moment, I tell it, and I take time to massage your cock, to feel the hardness in my hand, the soft skin with the thick veins. Then I take it into my mouth, loving the hardness and the thickness. And the taste of our lovemaking, the salty, slightly bitter result of our lust. Your cock enters my mouth and I feel the ridges and contours, your slit against my tongue. I draw your shaft in sucking you in completely and I feel you fill my mouth, firm flesh that feels just right. I look up at you and your eyes are closed, your mouth letting out breathless yelps of pleasure, and I love the feeling that you are mine. I draw myself up on you, still in a crouch, and then let you into me, your cock entering me the way your finger had. Your strong, your hard, your thick cock moving in and filling me.

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Vanessa Church placed the stocking over her painted toes. She slowly drew it across her foot and rolled it up her slim calf. She loved the feel of it against her skin. Up over her knee and onto her thigh. The higher she drew the nylon, the more her confidence rose.

With a deep breath she stretched and smoothed the hose; secured to the top of her thigh by a firm band, unseen beneath the attractive lace pattern at the top. She repeated the process with the other stocking.

Vanessa looked to the large dresser mirror she was sitting crossed legged in front of. She admired herself; naked apart from the stockings. Vanessa liked to admire herself. She felt extremely sexy. Her self-esteem relied on her feeling ‘sexy’.

“Not bad for a 45 year old,” she spoke out loud, her eyes fixed upon her breasts, which remained firm and round, the nipples pointing straight out.

She placed her hands beneath each of the plump globes and lifted them; weighing each in her hand. Then she moved down across her belly bump. Vanessa didn’t like to acknowledge her bump, but no amount of exercise could eliminate it altogether. She uncrossed her legs and separated her hands to avoid her most sensitive region. Her heart beat faster as she brought them to rest on the naked flesh, just above the hose.

Watching her actions in the mirror saw Vanessa feel the early signs of arousal. She noted her nipples had hardened. She rubbed her thumbs lightly along her nude lips. They were smooth; denuded of any hair. She bit her lip and swallowed hard, pulling the lips slightly apart allowing her bud to see the light of day.

“No time for this Vanessa, you handsome woman,” she thought to herself with a deep sigh.

Vanessa reached for the light blue, sheer blouse and slipped it on. Her fingers shook as she tried to button it. Even the confidence drawn from her looks couldn’t overcome her trepidation over the task at hand.

“Nerves,” she thought, contemplating her first job interview in 25 years.

Vanessa had not worked since becoming pregnant with her first child. Another had quickly followed and Vanessa had settled down into full time motherhood. Thoughts of her ex-husband Paul caused her to leave the buttons, her confidence now draining from her.

“Fuck him,” she thought as memories of Paul leaving her for her best friend Sue Webster flooded in. “How could he possibly leave this for her?”

Vanessa felt Sue’s looks were not a patch on her own. One of the reasons she had maintained the friendship was that she felt Sue’s dowdiness made her look that much more attractive. The fact that one year earlier Paul had left her for plain Sue was something she still could not fathom. With her whole self-worth tied to how she looked and her ability to attract men, this had been an enormous slap in the face.

With her job interview less than one hour away Vanessa fought to regain composure.

“If he wants to be seen with that hippy bitch, then good luck to him. She’d not stand a chance of getting this job today. She’d show up in her home-made, alternative clothing and they wouldn’t let her in the door. What they’ll be after is a woman who knows how to present herself. A woman like me.”

Vanessa felt the confidence surging back. She resumed dressing, pushing thoughts of Paul and Sue out of her mind.

Vanessa stepped into the silk, lace trimmed panties which matched her nylons. She pulled them up her thighs and watched her sex disappear.

“Beautiful long legs,” she said out loud, again admiring herself.

Her confidence now fully restored she slipped into the pencil thin, black skirt she’d chosen as appropriate attire for a PA’s job interview. It came to just above the knee, but when she sat it would slip higher. Showing some leg was important to Vanessa. Buttoning the remaining buttons, she tucked in the blouse and moved to her full length wall mirror. She pirouetted to admire herself further.

“I just love dressing in nice clothes. I suit them and they suit me,” Vanessa thought.

She noted her erect nipples clearly showing through. To go braless to the interview was a huge gamble on her part, but one she’d determined to take.

“Still my best feature,” she thought as she felt the slight tingling in her nipples. “I know nothing about being a Personal Assistant,” she thought, “but I have great assets, so I may as well flaunt them. By the time I return this evening, I’ll stand before this mirror, an employed woman.”

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Ironically it had been one of Paul’s former friends who had contacted Vanessa about the position. Her surprise was tempered somewhat by the fact Jack and Paul had fallen out in the past year.

“Sonya told me you were after a job, but didn’t know where to start,” Jack said referring to his wife; Vanessa’s friend. “There’s the chance of a position at Carson and Co. I thought you’d be perfect for it. Give young Mike Carson a call and say I recommended you.”

Vanessa had been hesitant at first.

“Surely a young man will be looking for a young muğla escort woman,” she thought.

However the more she looked in her mirror, the more she convinced herself that she could outshine any young bimbo.

There was another consideration. Financially she couldn’t survive without an income of some sort. Paul had left her the apartment and some money. She’d heard Sue had insisted he do this.

“Typical of her,” Vanessa thought spitefully, determining if the roles had been reversed she’d have given Sue nothing.

After nearly a year that pool of money was drying up. Her friends had attempted to pair her up with a number of eligible divorcees, but she’d rejected them all as not up to her standards.

“Not good looking enough.” “Doesn’t dress fashionably.” “Can’t keep me in the manner that I deserve.”

Vanessa knew the right man would find her. When she looked in the mirror and saw how beautiful she was, she felt it only a matter of time. However, until this occurred she required an income.

Although she had little in the way of experience, she phoned and made an appointment with. The reception she got from Mike Carson when he called her back made her thankful she’d taken the plunge. He was very upbeat, said he’d heard all about her from Jack and was very keen to meet with her. An appointment had been arranged and now that day had arrived.

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“Right then! I think you could be just the person we’re looking for Vanessa,” Mike Carson said with a broad smile.

Vanessa’s spirits soared.

“Yes! I knew I could do it; and here’s your reward young man,” she thought, as she re-crossed her legs, allowing her skirt to ride a little higher.

“Oh; thanks Mike; thanks so much; that’s great,” she gushed.

“It’s no problem. You’ve really impressed me and I think you’re someone who could run this office with real efficiency.”

“Does he really think that?” she thought, swallowing hard.

Vanessa knew she hadn’t interviewed at all well. Half the things he’d asked her about about she hadn’t any idea what he’d been talking of. Still he’d liked her looks. She could tell that. His eyes had often dropped down her body as she sat cross legged on the chair facing him.

“When would you want me to start?”

“What about I have Liz call you tomorrow.”

She saw his eyes leave her face and glance down at her legs, before returning to her face. It was subtle. Other women might not catch it. Vanessa always noted it.

“Oh yes, he likes what he’s seeing,” she thought. “Here I am a middle aged women and he couldn’t be older than 30. He’s handsome as well and he’s enjoying eyeing an older woman.”

“OK; thanks Mike. Look I really appreciate this. I’m just so grateful,” she said.

“Hey it’s no worries. You’re an attractive women Vanessa. The office would be a brighter place if you were a part of it,” he said, now standing and offering her his hand.

Vanessa grasped it, her small hand dwarfed by his. He helped her stand. Her skirt dropped to cover her thighs.

“Thanks Mike.”

“No need to thank me Vanessa. Look; it’s five o’clock; why don’t we seal the deal by going for a drink?”

This suggestion threw Vanessa. Apart from his wandering eyes, Mike Carson had been very business-like the whole half hour she’d been in his office. Just as she’d expected of a man with his own company, employing upward of fifty staff.

“Oh…I…Um,” she stumbled, her first instinct to decline, as she had all such proposals in the past year.

However Mike was different. Handsome, snappy dresser and young…very young.

“C’mon,” he said with a wide disarming smile. “We’ve both put in a hard day. You’ve had a great interview and we need to celebrate. Let’s go.”

“Oh; Ok; I guess you’re right. A drink would be nice.”

Mike smiled and directed her through the door. They passed the young woman who had shown Vanessa in, with no hint of warmth or a smile.

“Won’t be back today Liz. Direct any calls to Ross and I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Yes Mike,” she said, without even a glance in Vanessa’s direction.

“What a bitch,” Vanessa thought. “If I have any say in it she’ll be the first one I fire.”

“You drive or get a cab here?” Mike asked as they walked out.

“I caught a cab.”

“Good. Hey I know a good place over in Greenwood. Spratt’s. You know it?”

Vanessa knew it well. It was in her neighborhood. A tapas bar.

“Yes; I know it. It’s just near my place.”

“Well; all the better. You’ll be able to stagger home. I’m a lucky man getting to be seen out with such a beautiful woman.”

Vanessa was aware that Liz could still clearly hear this compliment. She reveled in the fact her soon to be Boss thought she was good looking. The nerves of the interview were forgotten as confidence began to flow through her veins.

Vanessa felt she had not been complimented enough by her husband in the 10 years before he left her. Once their two children, now 23 and 21 had reached their rhodope-mugla.org teens he’d seemed to lose interest in her altogether. For a woman who put so much store in her looks this had been difficult for her to accept. His leaving her for Sarah was the final hammer blow to her self-esteem. Now she had a job and a young man telling her she looked good.

They chatted easily in the cab on the way to the bar.

“He really is quite a charmer,” she thought. “Without being too over the top.”

By the time they sat on the bar stools Vanessa was fully relaxed in the young man’s company. She was glowing inside as his compliments kept coming.

“I wonder what these people think of an older woman with a handsome young man,” she thought with a mixture of pride and apprehension.

It was her neighborhood and she wondered who might walk in.

“I’d love to run into Paul and Sue; that’s who I’d like to see right now,” she thought.

Mike ordered her a gin and tonic and had a whiskey himself.

“Tell me a bit more about Vanessa Church,” he said, his eyes again dropping to her braless chest.

This time they lingered longer. Vanessa felt the first slight pang in her body. A little more than mere pleasure at a man’s gaze. If he wanted to look, then he could look all he wanted.

As one drink became two, then three, she told Mike her story. Married at 21, two children before 25 and basically a stay at home Mum since then. A husband high up in a reputable firm, on a very good wage. She’d been on school committees, transported to sport and dance and largely raised the children on her own.

“Then he left me for my best friend,” she admitted, watching to see how he’d react to that.

“She must be some amazing looker,” Mike said.

“No; she’s not at all. Maybe he was looking for something a bit different,” Vanessa blurted out.

“Maybe someone more adventurous?” Mike boldly stated, stunning her.

“No; I don’t think so, I can be adventurous,” Vanessa finally replied, knowing it was a lie.

“Were you adventurous in bed,” Mike asked, now holding her eyes.

Vanessa hesitated, not believing how quickly the conversation was moving from idle chat to sex. Her sex life to be more exact. She took a deep breath.

“I can be,” she said, dropping my eyes and marking herself much higher than was reality.

The fact was, despite her looks and her sexuality; she hadn’t been at all adventurous in bed or 20 years. She’d not felt the need. It was her opinion that Paul had a beautiful, fashionable woman on his arm every time he went out or they entertained. Why would he want more? She’d told her friends this. She had confided this to Sue. Sex had become increasingly mundane. Now here she was indicating to a man she’d only just met, that she could be some sort of a tiger in the bedroom.

“I’m sure you can,” he said reaching out, squeezing her hand and now looking her directly in the eye.

Mike had then changed the subject to tell her a bit about himself. He’d taken out a huge loan with his parents as guarantor, built up the business from nothing, cleared the loan and now ran a large prosperous company.

Vanessa listened in awe, until nearly falling off her chair when he told her he was only 26 years old.

“Oh my god; you cougar,” she thought, shocked by this revelation.

“Twenty-six! Gee I thought you were a little older than that Mike, what with the business and all.”

“Ha ha; well just a youngster, but always attracted to beautiful older women,” he replied this time with a long look up and down her body.

Vanesa felt the glow of both satisfaction and outright arousal at the young man’s comments.

“C’mon lets go,” he said breaking into her thoughts.

“Where are we off too?” she said noting the time was only 8pm.

“How far is your apartment?” he asked in a neutral tone.”

Vanessa’s heart began to race. She couldn’t have him back. Could she?

“It’s just a couple of blocks this way,” she said on slightly unsteady feet.

“You Ok?” he said grabbing her around the waist.

“Yes; thanks for that; I’m fine,” she replied, relishing the touch of a strong young man.

They moved off slowly. Mike continued to do most of the talking. Mundane stuff, about the houses and the neighborhood, sprinkled with further compliments. He held her tightly around the waist on the premise of assisting her. She felt she dare not ask him to stop. There was nothing for her to do but place an arm around him.

Given their proximity Vanessa couldn’t concentrate on anything he said. He was coming back to her apartment and that filled her with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

“What will happen when we get there?” she thought. “Will he want to kiss me; to touch me?”

Vanessa heart was racing when they arrived at her building. They went up and she let them in. She was relieved she’d tidied before leaving for the interview.

“You still hungry. Want something to eat Mike?”

“Nah; I’m fine with those tapas. Have you got a wine Vanessa? We can celebrate how well you did today.”

“Sure,” she said remembering the champagne in the fridge.

She got it out and Mike popped the cork; then poured it into two flutes.

“I’ll be back in a minute,” she said to him and went to the toilet.

“Oh my god” she thought looking at herself in one of the three mirrors. “Where is this going? He’s 26; a baby.”

She checked her make up, and then straightened her stockings. She drew confidence from the reflection.

“Of course he’s interested. Why wouldn’t he be?” she thought, standing tall and thrusting out her breasts. She tweaked her nipples to make them press through the fabric. “I shouldn’t be at all surprised this has gone in the direction it has. We were bound to be attracted to each other.”

“Here you are,” Mike said handing her the glass when she arrived back in the lounge.

Sitting beside him on the couch, Vanessa made no effort to stop her skirt slide up her nylons.

She took a large swig and downed half the glass. The final bit of courage she required, her mind now made up.

“Woah up there Ness,” he laughed. “Hey; this is a beautiful apartment. As beautiful as the owner.”

Vanessa drew a deep breath and moved closer to him. She looked into his eyes and held his gaze. It was an invitation.

Mike moved his head toward her, just as she knew he would. Eyes closed she offered him her lips. They leaned back into the sofa and entered into a long passionate kiss. Their tongues flicking while she drank in his musky, male odor. She knew what would occur next and she welcomed it.

A large hand came to rest lightly on her breast.

“Oh dear god,” she thought as the hormones flooded her lower stomach.

Gentle at first, Mike didn’t linger long. He became increasingly firm in his touch, lifting and massaging her breast through the blouse. When he left her lips and moved to her neck, his hand moved down to rest on her thigh.

He rubbed gently along the exposed stocking. Vanessa moved her thighs apart; just a fraction; enough to let him know it was OK to proceed. Eventually he before pushed up under the hem of her skirt. He encountered the lace tops.

“Oh; thigh highs. I love thigh highs. You are an adventurous girl Vanessa,” he crooned between nipping and sucking at her neck.

The sensations she was feeling were overwhelming Vanessa. She could barely speak. She gathered herself.

“That feels so nice Mike.”

“You feel nice. You’re some woman Vanessa.”

Pushing her to partially lie back on cushions, he returned to her breasts. Ever so lightly he ran his fingers down the blouse and over her nipple. Then he repeated this with the other hand. Even this lightest of touches on her hard nipples sent a current of pleasure to her groin.

“I think they like that,” he said now circling them.

He bent his head and began to suck on a nipple through the blouse. She brought a hand into his hair to push him harder onto her.

“Ohhh,” she heard herself moan.

A hand went under her hem again, rubbing her stocking clad inner thigh. She welcomed it there, parting her legs a little further. This time he continued up over the lace, until he found soft bare flesh. The lips continued upon her breast.

Vanessa was now very aroused. When his fingers brushed her panties she thought she would explode.

“Hmm everything is silk; you are such a classy, desirable woman Vanessa.”

This was music to her ears. A young man who could clearly have his choice of young women had chosen her. She began to move her hips to increase the pressure, while his fingers slipped back and forth along her damp panty covered slit. She was letting him know he could slip under them, and got a little frustrated when he did not.

“Please,” she pleaded, desperate for his fingers to touch her naked quim.

“Only if you take off your panties Vanessa,” he replied indicating he knew what she desired.

She tried to control her breathing as she considered the situation.

“I might as well. It’s going to happen. Sweet Jesus; I want it to happen,” she thought.

However, she felt a little uncomfortable with their situation. Far from being adventurous, all Vanessa’s love making had occurred in the bedroom.

“Ok…but in the bedroom. Is that all right?”

“Sure,” he drawled, getting up and offering her his hand.

She took it and helped herself up. They kissed passionately.

“Panties first,” he said, pulling her back as she looked to lead the way.

As he watched on appreciatively she raised her skirt completely baring her legs to his gaze.

She slipped her panties off, down over her over the stockings and off her still shoe clad feet.

“There,” she said handing them to him.

“And the skirt.”

Vanessa hesitated a second. She’d much preferred to have been under the bed sheets.

“Alright I’ll go first,” he said as he quickly stripped all clothing, down to his boxers. She saw the outline of his erection and her heart soared further.

“Oh my god, he’s desperate for me,” she thought, quickly reaching behind to unzip allowing the skirt to fall to the floor, the blouse just covering her modesty.

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Steal Your Girl Ch. 02

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Introduction: Another tale of lesbian seduction with more rough sex, slurs used in the context of rough sex and…well, rough sex. Lots of dom/sub stuff. If you liked chapter one, I think you’ll like part two. If you didn’t like chapter one, you should probably not read chapter two.

There’s a bit of an added wrinkle. The use of “Mommy” and “Daddy” in a sexual sense. There’s absolutely NO incest though.

Anyways, here it is…

*****

Stealing A Newlywed

Lovely Danielle ended up being a lot of fun. Game for whatever, eager to please. Plus, there was just something about a girl with a body that spectacular that got me creative. Sexy photo shoots, filming the two of us go at it…it was fun. I tell you, there’s nothing like the unrestrained energy of a woman who finally learns just how great lesbian sex can be. Learning that she can come as many times as she wants in a night? It seemed like every day she was determined to break whatever mark she set the night before.

But all good things. Like I said, I like moving on. It’s the conquest for me and while I knew Danielle was so into me and all things gay sex that she wouldn’t have had the slightest objection to me fucking another girl, either with her or not, I wanted to stretch my horizons. Plus, things got pretty heated when my friend got back and found out I’d seduced one of her clients, something I’d promised I wouldn’t do. So without a permanent place to have Danielle anyway it was time for me to move to my next thing.

Truth is, I know a lot of the lesbian community wouldn’t admit it but there’s enough women in their 40’s, 50’s or even 60’s who lust after gorgeous young girls in their late teens and early 20’s. And for “introducing” Danielle to one of them, I knew I could ask just about any favor.

The lucky woman in question was an old butch friend of mine named Nancy. Nancy ran a travel agency and, when I told her about my dilemma and sent her a nice batch of some of the pictures I’d taken of Danielle, all of a sudden I had a heck of an offer coming my way. An all expenses, first class trip to a gorgeous Caribbean resort. It worked out well for all of us. Nancy got a gorgeous, 24 year old newly won-over femme, Danielle got a rich old Sugar Mama and I was winging my way down to surf and sand.

It soon turned out I hadn’t driven that great of a bargain. The tickets I’d gotten were from a cancellation and I soon learned that it was definitely not the busy season. The place was about half-full. That mostly suited me fine, I was there for the sun, drinks and food mainly but I definitely was on the lookout for some talent to bring back to my room. There wasn’t much. Old couples mainly, some reasonably OK soccer mom looking types who I filed under “maybe”(although breaking up a family is always more of a hassle than it’s worth) and one staff member that looked a little like a thicker version of Rihanna who I definitely thought might do the trick.

Worse still, I was apparently staying next to a honeymooning couple and the walls were thin. Not that it mattered much. The first night they were there all I heard was a few minutes of male grunting and almost no female noises. Imagine my surprise. I made a mental note to look the couple up to see if the young bride was worth my time. After all, after listening to the sad display of sex her husband put on, I owed it to her.

I didn’t see them until the next day at dinner. After a nice leisurely day of sun by the beach and pina colada’s I decided to check out the Resort’s well regarded restaurant. I got a nice table for one and sat down for my meal.

That’s when they walked in. The couple. I noticed the guy at first. He was unremarkable, your average frat boy douchebag in a polo and khakis, but pretty clearly tipsy, bumping into chairs on his way to his table. But then, behind him and looking a little embarrassed, was his cute as fuck wife.

She was adorable and yet, adorable in a way that only made her that much sexier. Barely five feet tall with big round doe eyes and shoulder length black hair. With her pale skin and ruby red lips she looked like a sexy little Snow White. If she was a newly-wed I assumed she was in her 20’s but she looked barely out of high school. I wanted her right away.

The two sat down, her drunken husband banging his plate loudly as he did and I heard them give their drink order. The husband loudly and rudely ordered two jack and cokes while his wife, in the most adorable little voice I’d ever heard, ordered a glass of white whine.

My attention got diverted, though, when her husband knocked over the pitcher of ice water on their table, sending some of it splashing my way. I couldn’t help it, I shot a dirty look his way. I caught the eyes of his sexy little wife for a second as she tried to apologize but the big loud idiot soon got my attention.

“Don’t worry about it,” he slurred in my direction, “How you doin’, bro?”

He looked very pleased with himself. Get it? Because hatay escort I have short hair, a stocky body and butch features I’m a man. Isn’t he funny?

Yeah dude, I thought to myself, I’m definitely going to turn your wife out.

But how? That was the question. I knew that newlyweds on their honeymoon were likely to spend most of their time together and while I’ve done it before, actually seducing a woman in front of her husband could be tricky. It was something that weighed on my mind all throughout my meal. I hoped he might go to the bathroom so I could say something to her but the guy must have had a bladder of steel because he just kept ordering more and more drinks and talking loudly. Worse still, the pretty young thing actually seemed smitten with him. I guess that made sense them being newlyweds and everything but it would make things a little more complicated.

Or so I thought. Sometimes people ask me why, considering the lousy break we sometimes get, I’m so sure god is a woman. Well it’s because of nights like the one I’m about to describe.

I’d decided to work on my plan and some of my frustration by taking a swim in the resort pool at night and then get in a quick steam before bed. The swim went well, I was alone for most of it and able to think about the various ways I would fuck that sweet little black haired beauty but that mainly got me worked up. I thought about hitting the gym but instead decided to just get my steam and get to bed. So I wrapped myself in a towel and got into the sauna.

I was only in there for about ten minutes when my luck took a turn for the fantastic. Who walks in? Little Snow White of course, wearing a modest little bikini that definitely had me looking at her in a new light. She had, on top of the most angelic little face you’d ever find, a banging body. Not super-stacked the way Danielle was but a pair of what looked like D-cups on her barely five foot frame looked incredible. Add in a flat toned stomach and slim hips and I had a whole new reason to want to bang the fuck out of her. The glint of her wedding ring only a reminder of one of the other ones.

She flashed me a melt-your-heart smile and sat down on a towel across from me. I began working on just what I was going to say to her when the little fox beat me to it.

“Sorry about Cole,” she said, clearly referring to dinner, “He just got a little tipsy.”

“It’s fine,” I said, desperately wanting her to get bold and loosen her top.

“I think we’re in the room next to you,” she said with another little smile. I nodded. She proceeded to talk for a little while about their wedding and how in love they were and all the while all I could think about was just how deep my strap-on was going to get into her. How I was going to make her call me “Mommy” when she came all over it. I had to shake myself out of it when I realized she was asking me a question.

“Sorry?” I asked, trying to get the image of my pussy juices soaking her face out of my head.

“I said, you’re a doctor, right?” she asked

I paused for a second. I wasn’t a Doctor. I barely got a C in high school biology. But then I remembered. The woman whose ticket I’d taken was indeed a Dr. Louise Baker. I don’t know how my neighbor would have found out my name but, well, I wasn’t too quick to correct her all the same.

“Yup,” I nodded, hoping I could fake my way through whatever question she had next.

“So, I was hoping I could ask you a question,” she said, looking adorably nervous.

“Of course,” I said.

“It’s about…” she looked around to make sure nobody was looking. The sauna was empty and there were no noises anywhere. Her voice dropped to a whisper. “…sex”.

I perked up. I knew that this would lead somewhere good. In fact, I had an idea of what would come next.

“Go ahead,” I said, trying to hide my excitement.

“Well, see, the thing is…is it true that some women just can’t have orgasms?” she said, looking nervous.

“Why do you ask?” I said, hoping to draw it out of her.

“Well, Cole and me,” she said, rubbing her finger nervously, “I’m not perfect, we had sex before we were married. And now we’ve had it afterwards. And I’d heard a lot of my girlfriends talking about orgasms and how great they are but I’ve never had one, I don’t think.”

“If you have to think, you haven’t” I said

“I thought that once we were married I might, you know, because there was no guilt but I haven’t yet. When I asked Cole about it he said I might just be one of those women who didn’t have orgasms.”

I had to do my best not to laugh. I had a hunch that anyone that Cole slept with might end up being one of “those” women.

“But you’ve never…” I started, “…Even by yourself?”

Snow White looked nervous again.

“No, I grew up in a strict house with no locks on the door and…anyway, can some women just not have them?”

I smiled. This was going to be almost too easy.

“In my experience,” I started, harshatayota.com “Every woman can have them. Lots of them. The thing is that it’s usually the man who simply doesn’t know enough about the female anatomy to really produce them.”

The girl looked a little relieved but still worried.

“Oh,” She said, “So something is wrong with Cole?”

More than just one thing, I thought to myself.

“Well, it could be,” I said, “How big is his erect penis?”

Well, this was no surprise. The cute little wife looked bashful for a second but then held her hands up about five inches apart. I assumed she was being charitable to boot. I had to stifle a laugh.

“Mmm, with a penis that small he’d probably have to rely on his fingers and mouth if he wanted to make you cum.” I said before regretting that I wasn’t sounding more clinical. Wifey didn’t seem to notice though.

“Oh,” she said, “Cole said he doesn’t really like doing that though.”

I tried to contain a smile. At once I hated her husband for being such an absolutely pathetic idiot and, yet, also wanted to buy him a buy for basically giving his wife to me with a bow on her panties.

“Well, then, why don’t you at least show me what you need to do so that you can at least show him what to do or do it yourself.”

She nodded. For a second the two of us just stared at each other before her eyes widened.

“Oh,” she said, “I thought you were going to…”

I laughed. The idea of masturbating in front of this girl had some appeal but I knew it wasn’t what would start her on the path to where I wanted to take her. I shook my head.

“No, see, the thing is that every woman is unique.” I said, “What gets me off, what makes me orgasm, might not be the same thing for you. But if you’re skilled enough with the techniques, as I am, I’m sure I’ll be able to find out what works for you.”

She nodded, still, she looked hesitant.

“Have you done this with a lot of patients?” she asked. I was beginning to genuinely wonder if this young woman knew what a lesbian was. Well, I figured, she would soon enough.

“Yes, lots” I said, speaking a sort of truth. Again she looked around nervously but slowly she stood up and walked over to me. She stood in front of me, only a few inches taller standing up than I was sitting down. Her pale skin glistening with the heat of the sauna.

“Take your bathing suit off.” I ordered, my tone decidedly nonclinical. She paused for just a second before reaching down to pull the bottom of her bikini over her hips.

She was gorgeous. Shaved completely bare, with puffy pink lips that were just begging to be licked. I knew that would have to wait though.

“Probably should take your top off too,” I said, looking up at those lovely full breasts of hers.

“Why?” she asked, looking unsure.

Because I fucking said so, slut was what my instinct was to say. I held it back.

“Some women, it helps to have their nipples stimulated.” I said, something true but I knew that wasn’t really why. I just wanted to see this sexy young creature completely nude. She nodded and reached behind her to pull off the top. God, she was stunning. Perfect tits, full and surprisingly heavy looking sitting high on her chest, the faintest little peach nipples poking out. I reached my hand out and began stroking her sex, softly. Gently. I wanted to ease her into it. There would be time to fuck her till she begged for mercy later. Gently I slid two fingers inside her and heard her groan.

“Oh that’s, that’s tight.” she said. She was. She was like a fucking vice, squeezing my fingers. Her husband must be hung like a mouse, I thought as I began slowly working my fingers in and out of her wet cunt.

“That’s really nice.” she said, closing her eyes

“I want you to imagine yourself in bed, with beautiful silk sheets.” I said, “And I’m putting my fingers inside of you just like this…”

Her eyes opened, she looked confused.

“Shouldn’t I imagine Cole?”

I shook my head.

“Do as I say,” I said harshly. She looked worried for a second but did as told. Something that would come in handy later, I suspected.

“Anyways,” I continued, “I’m thrusting my fingers in and out of you on your soft bed. You’re spreading your legs because it feels so good and you want me to fuck you faster.”

She did, practically under my spell, she spread her legs just as I told her.

“Don’t you?” I said

She nodded. That wasn’t enough.

“Say it.”

“Oh god, do me faster, please” she moaned. I did. My fingers fucking her hard now. But I knew she needed more. So I held my fingers up to her mouth.

“Get my fingers wet,” I ordered. She hesitated for only a second before sucking my long digits into her mouth. Not surprisingly, it looked like despite never having been treated to an orgasm in her life, she was no stranger to sucking on something long and hard.

Typical, I thought.

As soon as she had my fingers nice and wet they too were at her crotch. It wasn’t hard to find her clit. Small, yes, but very stiff. And soon I was rubbing it in a gentle circular motion.

“Oh holy Christ,” she moaned as my fingers first made contact.

“It’s got nothing to do with him” I said as I started working the girl in earnest. My two hands each using my skill to make her cunt buck and squeeze.

“It’s so good, oh lord, I never knew,” she panted, her eyes still closed.

“See how your body responds,” I said, feeling her squeeze around my fingers as she got wetter and wetter, “You’re perfectly normal. A beautiful girl. Someone who can cum. Someone who will cum.”

“Oh my goodness, yes,” she panted

“Yeah, you like it when I fuck you?” I said, probably a bit harsher than I needed to. It was a slip up. I wanted to maintain an air of professionalism but something in me went loose. I wanted to here this innocent young wife swear. To hear her beautiful lips say something filthy. Her eyes opened.

“Doctor, that’s not very…oh fuck, yes, I do, it’s so fucking…” she said, I could see her being overtaken by her desires. Her good little girl upbringing disappearing as she realized she was a cute little fuck machine, built to cum at a woman’s hands.

She had to put her hands on my shoulders to keep herself propped up. I showed no let up though. Soon I was finger fucking her like a madwoman and she was panting and cooing and letting out these little squeaks as her fingers digged into my shoulder blade.

“Do you want to cum?” I asked. She nodded. Again, not enough for me.

“Sooo much,” She said, practically whining “Please make me cum.”

“You’re sure?” I said, still trying to sound like a doctor.

“Oh please Doctor. Please let me cum. I want to so bad. I need it. I love it. Please just give me an orgasm.”

I decided to stop torturing the poor girl. After all, I did feel bad for her. The speed of my fingers on her clit were practically a blur and I tilted my fingers upwards to get her g-spot.

“Oh doctor, fuck, please, yes, I love it. Fuck me, don’t stop. Cuh-cuh-CUMMING”

I felt her clamp down on my hands and she gushed her juices all over me. Spraying me. A squirter on her first try. She was screaming and howling and seemed to have to put all her weight on me just to stand up. It was cute. She was cute even when she came.

I looked up at her and saw there were practically tears streaming down her face she was so clearly happy she’d just had her first orgasm. I knew, right then and there, that I could have done absolutely anything I wanted to her she was so grateful. But I didn’t want her to fuck me out of some sense of obligation. I had a different plan for her.

“Thank you doctor, thank you so much,” she said. I could tell she wanted to kiss me but I was going to maintain the facade of medical distance for a little bit.

“See?” I said, “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. You just needed to be with a woman. Someone who knew what they were doing.”

She looked at me like she practically worshiped me. It took every ounce of strength I had not to just throw her over my shoulder and bring her back to my room. But she just nodded and meekly put her clothes back on. I could tell her stomach was doing knots as she tried to process what had just happened to her.

Thankfully, I had the strength to wait until she left before I licked my fingers clean. She tasted like strawberries.

I walked back to my room, hoping I might run into her again but didn’t. In fact, I noticed with some dismay, the room she was in had the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the handle. The thought of her gross husband touching her repulsed me but, deep down, I knew it was part of the plan.

I poured myself a glass of whiskey when I got back into my room and went to bed. Sure enough it was shortly after that when the thin walls started to reveal some of my handiwork.

I heard moans. Those same cute little moans I’d heard just a little while ago. For a second I got nervous. The last thing I wanted was for my cute little Snow White to take what I’d shown her and teach it to her husband. Truth told, I didn’t even want her to be doing it herself. I wanted her to think that only I could make her feel that way.

I didn’t have to worry. Thankfully her husband lived up to my expectations. I heard those moans for about thirty seconds before I heard some hushed voices before another few minutes of a man grunting before stone cold silence. I could practically hear her cries of frustration.

And I could practically taste her strawberries.

I’ll be surprised though. I thought it might take a little longer. I thought she might make it to noon. But it was barely ten o’clock when I heard an eager knocking on my door. I really wasn’t surprised to see my little Snow White standing in the hallway. She was dressed especially sexy, with a cute little jean skirt and a tight white t-shirt that hugged her curves so closely it looked like it might tear If it got stretched even a little further.

“Hi,” She said, clearly excited to see me. I gave her a warm but distant smile. I wanted her to come to me.

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My Life is You Ch. 02

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Dillon heard a knock on the hospital room and out of habit turned his head. He didn’t see a thing. Of course he didn’t. He was blind. But the automatic response was still there. Someone knocked, you turned to see who it was.

The person at the door nervously cleared his throat. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. Dillon already knew who it was. Brad was here.

It had been a week since Dillon had awoken from his coma. Each day he had hoped that Brad would arrive. Each day, he was too scared to ask where Brad was. The dread that Brad had died in the accident was too awful. Dillon hadn’t wanted to risk finding out it was true, so he had never asked.

Now, though, Brad was here! He was alive! Dillon didn’t care where he had been. After all, he had been so badly injured, surely Brad had spent his own time in the hospital. This could very well be the first day that Brad was well enough to come see him.

Feeling a now unfamiliar smile curve his lips, Dillon spoke. “Brad, oh Brad, you’re alright!” He held out his left arm, his right still strapped to his side.

“Hello Dillon,” Brad said with a tremor in his voice as he walked forward.

Dillon expected to feel Brad’s hand in his, Brad’s lips on his. Instead, Brad placed something wrapped in his outstretched hand.

“I didn’t bring flowers,” Brad rushed to say. “I wasn’t sure if you would want them since you can’t, well, you know.”

There was an awkward silence. Dillon would have loved anything Brad had brought him. If Brad had arrived with flowers, than Dillon would have thought of him every time he smelled them.

“Go ahead, open it,” Brad urged after a tense moment. “I hope you like it. It was the only thing I could really think of.”

“Whatever it is, I’m izmit escort sure I’ll love it,” Dillon responded. He awkwardly reached out and placed the package on the table suspended over the bed. Next, he tore into the paper, getting frustrated as the box scooted out of reach time and again.

Brad never offered to help. Instead, he just stood there, saying nothing.

Finally, the wrapping was off the box. Dillon felt around until he found the flap and pried it open. He spilled the contents onto the table.

“Careful!” Brad exclaimed. “You don’t want to break it.”

“Ok, I won’t break it,” Dillon responded. “What is it?”

Brad gave off a nervous laugh. “It’s a tape recorder. I also have five books on tape for you. I know what a book worm you are and that you were really getting into those medical thrillers, so I thought you might like to have them to listen to while you’re here.”

“That’s great,” Dillon said, smiling. “Of course, I won’t have much time to listen to them now that you’re better. All my available hours are going to be spent with you. I’m so gladly you weren’t badly hurt!”

There was another awkward silence. Then Brad cleared his throat again. “I was lucky Dillon. I wasn’t hurt at all.”

“You weren’t? How is that possible?” Dillon couldn’t seem to wrap his brain around that fact. The accident had been so bad he’d ended up blind and in a coma for two weeks. Now Brad was saying that he’d come out of if without a scratch. How was that possible?

“Didn’t they tell you anything about the accident?” Brad asked, his voice low.

“I never asked,” Dillon admitted. “I was kind of too scared of what they would say.”

Dillon heard Brad inhale and hold his breath before letting it out slowly. Then, madeinizmit.com Brad moved forward and took Dillon’s hand.

Dillon’s body sang at the contact. He’d missed the feel of Brad’s slender hand in his own. He rubbed the pad of his thumb over Brad’s perfectly manicured nails, seeing them in his mind.

“We were hit on the passenger side, Dillon,” Brad said. “I never saw him coming. It was at the corner of Ericson and Maple. You know how that intersection is. All those trees and the stop signs on Maple. Half the time you can’t see them because of the low-hanging branches.”

Dillon screwed up his forehead in thought, picturing a map in his head. “Why weren’t we on Ericson? Why would we have been on Maple?”

“We were on Ericson. And we had the right of way. It never occurred to me to check and see if anyone was on Maple. It was so late at night and Maple’s not a busy road even during rush hour. I just kept driving along, I never even saw him!”

Dillon brought Brad’s hand to his face and rubbed it against his cheek, making low, soothing sounds with his voice, trying to comfort Brad the best he could. “It’s okay Brad. Whatever happened, I’m sure it wasn’t your fault. But you need to tell me what happened.”

Brad took a deep breath. Dillon could hear how shaky he was, even if he couldn’t see it. “I had just driven out into the intersection. You were asleep. I saw the lights to my right, but I didn’t look. After all, if there were a car there, surely they’d stop! But he didn’t. He came barreling out into that intersection. He was flying Dillon! He was going so fast I couldn’t think fast enough, move fast enough. And then he just slammed into the car. My airbags went off and I was thrown against them. Yours didn’t do a thing. I remember feeling my seat belt tighten and my body hitting the airbags, but then I remember your body hitting mine.

“When I came to, there were ambulances and paramedics and police everywhere. They took me to the ER. I tried to see you, but they wouldn’t let me. You have to believe that Dillon! They wouldn’t let me!”

“Shhhh, shhhh, it’s okay,” Dillon comforted Brad. “I know you would have been by my side the whole time if they had let you been.”

Brad stepped back, pulling his hand out of Dillon’s grasp. “I wanted to be there for you. It was killing me inside not to be there. All I did was think about the accident and how you could have died. I walked away from it, but you didn’t.”

“No, I didn’t walk away. Even if I hadn’t broken anything, I wouldn’t have been able to see where I was walking,” Dillon allowed some bitterness to creep into his voice. The doctors and nurses kept telling him how lucky he was to be alive, how lucky he was that he’d walk again. Walk where, he wanted to yell. I can’t see, how on earth am I going to know where I’m walking?

No one seemed to notice, though. They just kept talking about his luck. At the moment, he didn’t feel lucky at all.

“I know,” Brad said. “I know you’re blind and I know it’s my fault. That’s why I haven’t been here. I figured you wouldn’t want to see . . . I mean talk to me.”

“Oh Brad no!” Dillon exclaimed. “I always wanted you here. I was just too scared to ask where you were.”

Dillon heard Brad take another deep breath. “The thing is, Dillon, I really have spent all this time thinking. Whether you believe it or not, I still see the accident as my fault. I still tell myself over and over again that I should have been more alert. I know I’m responsible for your being blind.

“I’m not strong enough, Dillon. I’m not strong enough to spend the rest of my life with you, looking at you, knowing I took away your life. I just can’t do it, Dillon.”

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Mrs. Claus Has Her Yearly Gangbang

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It’s Christmas Eve in Christmas Town. The elves are busy getting Santa’s magical sleigh packed with toys for all the good children around the world. Rumor has it Santa traded his sleigh in for a Lamborghini with all the latest bells and whistles.

With his new set of wheels, he’d be able to make his deliveries in a shorter amount of time. Rudolph had sprained his leg and some of the other reindeer’s went on strike. Santa had read that the latest edition of the new Lamborghini was packed with all kinds of magical buttons and rocket fuel. He thought the rocket fuel would come in handy.

I know you probably thought that Santa Claus was not real. Most people think that it’s just folklore. Santa is real and has a whole staff of elves. They live in a town called Christmas town which is in the North Pole. Christmas town is like a ghost town after the big day. Santa gives all his elves three months off and he and Mrs. Claus go on vacation. He usually takes her to an all-inclusive club in the islands.

Mrs. Claus and the elves got Santa’s vehicle packed up and ready to go. They said their goodbyes and Santa left for his busy night. After about thirty minutes, Mrs. Claus got ready for her annual gang-bang party with the elves of Christmas town. Mrs. Claus was a very nasty lady. She acted wild and crazy when her husband was delivering toys.

Santa and Mrs. Claus still after all these years still enjoy sex. Mrs. Claus would like her husband to have it with her a little more, however, he’s just so busy during the year. There’s only so much time to make the toys and check all the naughty and nice lists. Santa will at least please Mrs. Claus orally most days. They have non-stop sex on their three-month vacation he takes her on every year. Mrs. Claus has talked about having an “open marriage.” Santa said he’d think about it but still hasn’t given her his decision either way.

A few days before the big night, Mrs. Claus sips on her eggnog while getting herself ready for the big day. She loves having her gangbang extravaganza every year.

Now, the thing is, elves have small cocks. They’re about the size of a candy cane. Nobody has ever made Mrs. Claus come. None of the elves have ever got the big bonus that she has promised them. Santa gives each of them a nice sized bonus each year, but Mrs. Claus offers five hundred additional dollars to the lucky elves that make her cum. This has never happened yet after all these years.

Herbie one of Santa’s best elves had a little too much peppermint schnapps and was running his mouth telling one of the newer elves about what a slut Mrs. Claus was. He had no idea that Santa himself was in the inn. Santa made aksaray escort Herbie tell him all about the naughtiness that his wife did every year behind Santa’s back. Santa knew his wife wanted an “open marriage,” but still didn’t give his decision about the matter.

Santa is a magical guy. He wanted to get back at his wife. He walked outside and grabbed a small pile of snow and made a snowball in his hand. He waved his hand over the snowball and said a few magical words. He cast a spell on his elves.

He made all the elves cocks as big and thick as kielbasa sausages. His wife was going to get a shock of her life. The little elves were going to make his wife into a cum slut. She was going to finally get her wish. They were going to fuck her silly until she saw sugar plum fairies dancing through her head.

She was also going to have to pay up and pay the elves the big bonuses she had promised them. She would need to tell her husband about all the money she was going to need to borrow. That’s how Santa would catch her in her naughty little lie. Santa would then give her a spanking and punish her because she would now be a bad girl. Her name would shoot to the top of the naughty list. Did you know there was a naughty list for adults?

**

“Have a great night, dear. See you when you get back. Don’t eat too many cookies. You’ll have to work them off on vacation.”

“See you later! I hope you have a good night too. I have a little surprise for you.”

“A surprise. What is it? I love surprises.”

“You’ll find out at your party.”

“Party? What party?”

“You know what party. The party with your elves!”

Mrs. Claus started to panic and was worried that her husband would be mad. He just giggled and walked out.

“Enjoy dear!”

Mrs. Claus had no idea what he meant about a surprise. She hurried upstairs to her bedroom and changed into her Christmas lingerie. She put on her red and white bra with fur trim, white thong, white thigh highs, and her red heels. She put on her diamond tiara and waited downstairs for her guests to arrive. She grabbed some of her eggnog that she had poured rum into and continued to wait.

The doorbell rang and Herbie and his elf friends entered the room.

“Cathy, you look marvelous. We can’t wait to get started.”

“Come in, fellas. I’ve been waiting for you.”

Herbie and ten of his elf friends walked into the room. Cathy put on some Christmas music and lit a log in the fireplace. She went into the kitchen and grabbed some eggnog and Christmas cookies. The little men waited for her patiently.

Cathy brought out all the snacks and drinks 68aksarayspor.com and got comfortable on the couch. The elves all started to undress and that’s when Cathy got a shock of a lifetime. All the elves had enormous cocks now. That must have been the surprise that her husband had for her.

“Wow! Look at you guys. You’re all enormous.”

“Santa cast a spell on us. He said he wanted you to get fucked like the naughty little slut you are. He said to treat you like a cum slut. Now get down on your knees and suck us off!”

Cathy got down on her knees and wrapped her mouth around the first cock. She bobbed up and down and sucked and slurped on his big rod. She stroked two of the other elves while she bobbed up and down on his big shaft.

She went down the line and gave each elf a nice cock sucking. They all fucked her mouth hard. They were pumping their hips while she sucked and slurped on each cock. Her eyes were watering while the spit oozed down the corners of her mouth. The elves were enjoying their blow jobs. Cathy loved their cocks.

Next, the elves helped her off with her lingerie and took Mrs. Claus up to her bedroom. Cathy Claus spread her legs and the little dirty elves all got in a line and licked her until she came over their lips and tongues. They moved their tongues up and down her pussy lips. They played with her clitoris and tongue fucked her hard and fast. She moaned and came with each little elf.

Herbie got on his back and Cathy Claus eased down on his big cock. She moved her hips and fucked the elf. He played with her big jugs while another elf spat on his fingers and entered her asshole. He held her hips and rammed his huge cock up her tight asshole.

Another elf stood next to the bed and put his cock into her mouth. She sucked him while she was getting fucked in her vagina and asshole.

She did this with each grouping of elves. She’d have a cock in all her holes and her mouth. They all would fuck her until she came and then they would come inside of her. Then, the next group of elves would do the same thing to her. She was fucked in every hole multiple times that evening. She was dripping with cum. They made Mrs. Claus into the filthy cum slut she was.

They used her body all evening. Finally, they were all going to get paid. At the end of the night, Mrs. Claus could barely walk. She had fucked and sucked so many times that night she had lost count. She had so many orgasms and knew that she needed to pay the little elves. She would pay them the next day after getting the money from Santa.

“Thanks boys for the great night. I’ll pay you tomorrow. I’ve never cum so much in my life. Thank you.”

The elves all got dressed and left her house. They knew Santa would be back soon. They didn’t want to be there when she would have to tell him about all the money she needed to pay them.

**

Cathy Claus took a shower and went back into the kitchen for some more eggnog. She heard the door open and Santa walked into the house. He looked tired.

“You’re back already?”

“The new car really made the deliveries fast this year.”

“So, how are you? Did you have a good gang-bang?”

“I feel terrible. I know you said you wanted to think about an open marriage. I guess I just got a little greedy. I get so lonely throughout the year and really like to get fucked good.”

“I thought you said that their cocks were too small to satisfy you. That’s why I made them bigger. Did my little cum slut enjoy herself? I do think though you’ve been very bad.”

“The cocks were great. Although, I can barely walk now. I do owe them lots of money. Each one needs five hundred dollars.”

“Wow. That’s a lot of money. You’ve been a very bad girl. Santa thinks a few spankings might help you to be a better girl.”

“I can barely move. Could you think of something else? I don’t think I could bend over.”

“There is something I’d like you to do. Something that you’d never do before.”

“Anything, but a spanking.”

Santa went and opened the door. Lucy the elf walked into the house. She was a newer elf. She had a nice body and great tits. They looked like they were shaped like Christmas trees, but very big.

“I’d like you and Lucy to make love.”

“I can’t do any more sex tonight. My body has been used up so many times.”

“I want to see you and Lucy fuck. It’s the least you could do.”

“Okay. Come on Lucy, let’s go upstairs.”

Santa followed his wife and the slutty elf up the stairs. He took off his clothes and sat on the chair. Lucy helped his wife off with her clothes and then took hers off as well. Lucy played with Cathy’s breasts and suckled on her nipples. She opened her legs and licked her into moaning orgasms. Santa played with his cock and watched the little elf tongue fuck his used and abused wife.

Lucy rubbed her pussy up against Cathy Claus’s cunt. Santa was stroking his cock fast. He was very turned on.

“Lucy get over here and ride me! I want to fuck you now!”

Lucy walked over to Santa’s chair and climbed up on Santa’s cock. She rode him fast while Santa bucked up into her tiny cunt. His wife just watched and didn’t say a thing. I guess she owed him that. Santa fucked the elf hard and fast and came inside of her pussy.

“No more talk about open marriages!”

“Agreed.”

“No more cheating, Mrs. Claus.”

“Okay.”

Santa sent Lucy home and he and his wife went to bed. They slept for the next few days.

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Well, it’s been nineteen years, Matt is now forty-two, Jacob is of course nineteen, Jessica sadly died five years prior to this story in a car accident. However, since we last saw Matt and Jessica, they have had a daughter, Liz. Liz turned eighteen last month, and she is pound for pound one hot piece of ass. Beautiful, straight brown hair, gorgeous bright green eyes, milky, smooth skin, luscious curves, pert, round ass, and of course perfectly sized breasts. And if that wasn’t the icing on the cake, she was a virgin.

Now our story begins one week after Liz had graduated from high school, her brother Jacob was still at college but due to come back in one week, and Matt was just coming home from work. “Hey sweety.” Matt said as he walked through the door.

“Hi daddy.” Liz replied, somewhat sullenly. Matt had noticed that Liz was seemingly sadder as the days wound on. Every time he tried to talk to her about it, she always started to tell him, but then said it was nothing.

Matt put his briefcase down in the kitchen and called back, “Hey hun, how does hamburgers sound for tonight?”

Liz yelled out to the kitchen, “Sure dad, sounds good.” Again her voice seeming melancholy.

Matt wished his daughter would talk sivas escort to him more, he loved his children, and would do anything for them. Lord knows he tried to be everything to them, ever since Jessica died.

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At dinner the father and daughter ate quietly, every so often Matt would try to start a conversation, but Liz’s one word responses put a stop to that quickly enough.

When Liz was done eating she politely excused herself and went to her room. Matt cleaned up, did the dishes and decided he would go take a shower. Walking up the stairs her walked past his daughter’s bedroom. He stopped when he heard a noise. He quietly opened the door to find that his daughter was on her bed, crying. He stepped in, “Sweety, what’s the matter?”

Startled, she got up and wiped her tears away, “Nothing, Daddy.”

He sat down on her bed and put an arm around her, “Come on baby, what’s wrong, you’ve been depressed ever since you graduated. Talk to me.”

Liz sniffed lightly and regained herself, taking a deep breath and said, “Daddy, I don’t want to go to college. I want to stay here with you.”

Matt, smirked figuring she was just scared, “Aw https://sivashabersitesi.com honey, why?”

Liz looked into her father’s eyes, she was about to reveal a secret she’s lived with since she was fifteen. “Because… I’m in love with you daddy. And I don’t want to leave you here all alone.”

Matt was certainly surprised, he never expected this to happen, but then again, she was her mother’s daughter after all. “Sweety.” He said as he hugged her tightly, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

She nodded into his shoulder, he held her in his arms and leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. That soft kiss began to grow more and more passionate. Suddenly, she pulled away, “Daddy, I want to make you happy.” She said as she gently caressed his crotch. “You can use me anyway you want.”

Matt moved forward and lifted her shirt up over her head, revealing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She never wore a bra unless she was going out. moving down he unbuttoned her pants and slid the down and off her legs along with her panties. There she was lying naked on her bed, he bent down and kissed her stomach, moving up to her breast and teasing each nipple into erection. Using one hand he undid his pants and kicked them off. As his mouth worked his daughter’s body she squirmed and moaned with pleasure. His cock fully erect itself was aimed carefully at his daughter’s virgin crevice. He knew that she was a virgin, and decided that she would learn later what it was like to be his whore. But for now, he slammed his cock straight into her and held it there. She jolted and he held her down, “Just relax sweety, the pain will pass shortly.”

She smiled, “It didn’t hurt daddy, it just caught me off guard. It actually feels kind of nice.”

Matt smiled at his daughter and said, “Well then baby, get ready to be fucked right.” Having said that he pulled his cock almost all the way out and slammed it back in. His pace quickened with each thrust, and she moaned louder and louder and the speed got faster. It was very tight, and it had been five years since Matt had been with a woman, so he was quickly reaching his climax.

Suddenly his daughter moaned out, “Oh Daddy, I think I’m cumming.”

Matt kept his speed and said, “Let it come baby.” Seconds later his daughter screamed as she had her first orgasm. This sent Matt over the edge and he shot his seed into his daughter’s womb. He collapsed and pulled her into him, caressing her arm lovingly, “I love you baby.”

She hummed in pleasure and said, “I love you too Daddy.”

He smiled and said, “Just wait until your brother comes home next week.”

To be continued…

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Night had settled in two hours ago. The campfire was still leaping and the shadows flickered as she lowered her head into his lap, her mouth closing about him. He sat on the picnic table at their campsite while she straddled the bench and sucked at his cock, knowing that the seclusion of the campsite they had picked offered all the privacy they needed.

His jeans around his ankles, he spread his legs so that she could more easily reach him. As she glided up and down on his cock, he took her hair in his hands and twisted it, causing her just enough pain to put an edge on her cock sucking. He fed his cock to her, controlling her with his grasp, thrusting deeper than she would ordinarily like; but in the wild outdoors atmosphere, she was horny and eager to swallow him, as she played with his balls, and slurped at his cock. His moans made it clear that her efforts were appreciated.

They had arrived earlier in the day and had set up camp about fifty yards from the nearest occupied site. The tent was comfortable enough for sleeping, but sex outdoors had been their purpose when they arrived and it remained their purpose.

They had spent the afternoon exploring and hiking and swimming in the lake just ten yards from their site. They had fished and watched birds and read and watched families frolicking around the lake that the campground decorated. But the entire time, they had been waiting, anticipating this moment, when they could let the wildness within them out, when they could taste and feel each other outside the confines they usually had to endure.

She had taken the initiative, reaching between his legs as he cleared the plates from the table after dinner, grabbing his cock and pushing him just a bit off balance and across the table. When he jumped and yelped in surprise, she leaned in and kept him pinned against the table, while she unzipped his jeans and pulled his swelling cock from his pants. She jacked his rapidly growing prick until it was hard and rize escort thick in her hand.

He turned towards her and sat on the table, his cock thickening and stretching towards her.

She reached up and took him in her fist, slowly stroking him as he grew more and more ready. They looked into one another’s eyes as she stroked him; as he grew and his skin softened, easing her movements up and down his shaft. Within minutes, he was oozing pre-cum from the slit in his cock head, and she was looking at it like it was fine wine.

Slowly, she lowered her head, still looking into his eyes, and swallowed the head of his cock, her tongue dipping into his slit and lapping up his juices. He leaned back on his elbows and sighed, feeling her mouth grab and pull at him. His hips lifted from the table, feeding his cock deeper into her mouth, as she bobbed her head on him, setting his loins on fire and signaling his balls to get busy producing a load of sperm.

She sucked at him as he forced her head up and down on him, his ass twisting on the table as he tried to feed her more and more cock. He pulled harder at her hair, taking control of her strokes, slamming her head down into his bush. The sound of her gasping and struggling to take his cock in made him even harder. She slurped and gobbled at him, her head rising and falling and her saliva drooling onto his belly and into his bush. He drove his cock deeper and deeper into her throat, with his hands on the back of her head, cutting off her escape.

She reached between her legs, sliding her fingers inside her loose hiking shorts and past the elastic of her red panties. She slid a finger across her clit, two, three, four times; felling her juices begin to flow as she began to taste his from the slit of his cock.

She doubled her efforts, sucking him harder and harder, dragging her teeth across his cock head and up his shaft, feeling him lurch inside her mouth. He reached down and stroked her throat with bostnews.com his hand, at the same time he fed his cock into her gullet. It was almost as if he was jacking off, with her throat the only thing between his hand and his hard cock.

Her fingers danced across and around her clit, as her pussy got wetter and wetter. They could both hear her sloshing twat as it got juicier and juicier. Suddenly, he pulled her head from his lap and her mouth from his cock. His eyes locked with hers as he stood and pulled her into his arms. His mouth mashed her lips, as he tasted himself on her lips. His hands tugged at her shorts, unzipping them and dropping them around her feet. She stepped out of them kicking them away. Her long, strong legs gleamed in the firelight. He reached down and ran his hands up the back of her legs, cupping her ass and pulling her sex towards him..

Slipping behind her, he pushed her forward, bending her across the table. With a growl he stepped behind her and pulled her panties aside, sliding his fingers deep into her pussy, rolling her lips and clit in his grip, and feeling her push her hips back towards him.

Her pussy, wet with thick juices, beckoned him and he moved forward, lining his swollen cock head up with her wet slit.

She looked back over her shoulder with a look that dared him; and he answered the dare, driving his cock all the way into her in one stroke. Her moan was music to him, making him drag his cock all the way back out until just the flared crown remained inside her twat, then driving forward again. He twisted her hair in his hand and dragged her head back, forcing her to arch her back and thrust her ass back against him. He pulled and yanked at her hair, making her moan in pain and feeling her moisten even more around his hard cock.

In a few strokes, she had braced her arms against the table’s edge and was driving her ass and pussy backwards, looking for every inch of cock she could get, and twisting her hips in a motion that made his nuts ache to empty. It was hard to tell who was fucking who.

He reached under her and pulled at her hard nipples, knowing how much she loved to have them tortured and yanked. He worked them between his strong fingers, rolling and pinching them as her pussy became hotter and wetter around him.

He closed his hands on her hips and dragged her backwards, feeding his cock into her, then pushing her away, watching with lust as his cock reappeared from her snatch. Her hips were so beautifully symmetrical, as his cock cleaved them, and disappeared into her belly. As he fucked deep into her belly, his hands continued to pull at her hair, and to pull at her tits. He mashed them in his hands, mauling her nipples and biting at her neck and shoulders, like a horse mounting a mare.

The fucking continued, with his balls slapping against her pussy lips as he drove his cock into her pussy and she slammed her ass back against him. Sweat ran down his chin and dripped onto her back, as her dimpled ass moved to and fro to capture his cock. As he fucked her harder and faster, he took time to lick his sweat from the small of her back. His hand rose and fell, slapping at her ass cheeks and turning them crimson. Each time he landed a blow, her pussy clutched at him and her juices flowed around is cock.

Finally, ne4dding desperately to come, to shoot his load up into her belly, he reached underneath her and slapped at her clit, once, twice , three times! His hand stung her clit, adding just enough pain to her pleasure to get her off. It was enough to send her over the edge, and the clutching of her pussy on his cock set him off in turn, as he shot stream after stream of come into her.

She finally fell forward across the table, bearing his weight, and feeling his cock in her belly and his hearing his whispers in her ear. Out in the night, a bird called, and he kissed her just behind her ear, tasting her sweat and feeling her pussy squeeze him one last time.

He leaned forward and bit at her ear, driving his softening cock once more into her pussy, then falling off her with a wet squelching sound.

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Their movie night finally comes to an end. Its 8:00 and the credits start rolling on the final feature for the evening. Chris is sitting at the end of the couch and Janey is lying curled up with her head in his lap, facing the T.V. During the last half of the last movie, Chris was absently running his hand through her loose, red curls. He aims the remote at the DVD player and presses the Stop and Power keys to turn the unit off. It’s getting late and Janey will have to go home soon. Even though she’s in her 20’s, she still has a curfew since she’s still living with her old-fashioned parents while she attends college.

She rolls over and looks up at her lover with a wistful smile on her face. She adores it when he plays with her hair like that, even though he doesn’t always realize he’s doing it. Chris looks down at her and asks, “What’re you grinning at?” “Nothing,” she replies before reaching up and pulling him down for a final kiss for the night. It’s a soft, slow kiss, full of both desire and disappointment.

After they break, she tells Chris, “My family’s going camping this weekend, you know what that means, right?”

“You can finally spend the night with me without anyone to answer to if you’re late?” Chris asks, half jokingly, half hopefully.

Janey playfully slaps him on the chest in exasperation. “No, you horn-dog! They want me to go with them. And I agreed.”

“Oh.”

“But I agreed only if you could come with us and stay with me. Guess what? They actually agreed!”

“You’re kidding…”

“Nope, dead serious. Kind of surprised me at first too, but I decided not to push the point too far. I think they’re finally starting to realize just how serious we are about each other.”

“About time, we’ve only been seeing each other for two years now. So I guess your father approves of me after all.”

“I’ll let you in on a little secret. It was mom you had to win over. Dad liked you from the start. She’s the one who finally gave you the official stamp of approval.”

They both start laughing at the situation. “I’ll tell you what you need to bring along for our expedition to the ends of the earth a day or two before we leave once they hash out all of the details. Now give me another kiss so I can go home…”

*****

Saturday morning rolls around. Chris’s alarm goes off even before the sun comes up. “God, why must these people have to be in such a hurry to leave civilization behind?” He stumbles in to the shower still three quarters asleep. “Probably the last one I’ll take for the next few days.” He finally climbs out, towels off and gets dressed. No sooner does he finish scrubbing the carpet out of his mouth than the doorbell rings. Opening the door, he sees Janey all chipper and happy. “I hate you.”

“Well, good morning to you too, Mr. Grump! Hurry up, grab your bag, and get in the van.”

Chris stumps back to the bathroom to grab his toothbrush and toothpaste, tosses them into the bag and slings it over his shoulder. Janey slips her arm into his and practically skips down the drive to the waiting van. “Did I tell you that I hate you yet this morning?”

“Yes you did.”

“Good. Just checking. If you keep this up, it won’t be the last.”

Janey’s father George is sitting behind the wheel and Jeanette is in the passenger seat. “Would you like some coffee to help wake you up?” she offers.

“Yeah, I’ll take a belt.” Chris accepts the proffered cup ‘o joe and buckles in.

“You kiddos go ahead kayseri escort an’ relax. We’re gonna be on tha road for a good while. Heck, y’all conk out if ya want ta. Ain’t gonna’ hurt our feelings none.”

Janey backs up against Chris and drapes his arm around her. Chris gives her a puzzled look, but she just smiles, pats him on the thigh, closes her eyes and snuggles in closer. He looks up at the mirror to see if George is looking, but he’s too busy trying to maneuver the van and tag-along trailer onto the road. However, he notices that Jeanette peeking at them in the vanity mirror on her sun visor. They lock eyes for a moment before he reads the smile in her eyes, then she flips up the visor and shifts to look out her window.

A weird sensation wakes Chris up a few hours later. After a few minutes of disorientation, Chris realizes what’s out of sorts. Janey had shifted in her sleep and her right hand was now squarely in his lap. His body had reacted to the touch and now he had a full-blown erection. And Janey wasn’t helping any since she was unconsciously massaging it through his jeans. If he didn’t find a way to stop this, there would be a problem shortly. He makes an exaggerated yawn and stretches enough that Janey shifts around to a less compromising position. “Hey George, do you think there’s any way that we could make a pit stop soon? That coffee seems to have finished its job.”

“Sure! We just passed a sign that said there’s a rest stop ‘bout 15 minutes away, Think ya can hold out for that long?”

“Yeah, I can make it.”

Chris makes his way to the bathroom and ducks into the first stall. “Ok, I need to calm myself down a bit,” he thinks. Finally, after a few moments, he’s relaxed enough to where he can go. He finishes up than washes his hands and splashes some cool water on his face. “Damn, that was too close.” He makes his way back out into the main part of the store and runs into Janey. “You know, you almost caused a big problem back there.”

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“Well, you seemed to take it upon yourself to damn near rub me off through my jeans while you were asleep.”

After a brief giggle fit, Janey whispers, “What makes you think I was asleep, silly boy?” Then she emphasizes her point by giving his crotch another grope and scampers down the aisle all giggles.

“So, ya gonna get somthin’ Chris?” George’s voice snaps him out of the dazed state he was in.

“Uh yeah, I’ll just grab some chips and I’ll be ready to go.”

After purchasing his chips, Chris heads out to the van and passes Jeanette. “I just want you to know that I hope you and Janey have a great time this weekend. I think the two of you will make a great couple. Just don’t let her get too out of control; she can be a bit of a handful at times.” Chris is unsure whether or not the emphasis on “handful” was from her or his guilty conscience. The sly little smile she gives him isn’t of much help either.

Finally after about another 2 hours on the road, they arrive at the site of their weekend escape. Chris and George begin unpacking the tag-along while the ladies start emptying the van. Finally, the campsite is set up. A fire-pit is dug and ringed with stones from the nearby river bed. Two tents are set up on either side of the fire. “So, which tent is the boy’s ten?” Chris asks. After a brief exchange of looks between Jeanette and George, Jeanette speaks up. “WeeeelI, I think we can go co-ed this once.” Janey squeals with kayseridekifirmalar.com glee and grabs her and Chris’s bags and tosses then into the nearest tent. Then she grabs Chris’s hand and drags him bodily onto one of the trails blazed through the nearby woods. “We’re going to go on a hike! We’ll be back in about an hour or so! Don’t do anything we wouldn’t!” she yells over her shoulder. A chuckle from George follows them into the underbrush.

Chris and Janey return after a nice long hike. When they get back to the camp, they hear Jeanette’s voice. “God damn it George! God damn it!” Chris looks at Janey. “Jeez, we’ve been here for about two hours and they’re fighting? Looks like this is going to be a short weekend.”

“Uh, I don’t think they’re fighting, Chris…”

They stop and listen as Jeanette continues. “Damn it. That’s it! Yes! Lick me, God, that feels so good!”

They look at each other as they realize what’s going on. Her parents are having sex! The both of them have to fight to stifle their shock and amusement. They run back into the woods out of earshot.

“Oh my God!” breathes Janey. “That didn’t take them long to get started.”

“Jeez, that was kind of embarrassing.”

“As embarrassing as me feeling you up in the van?”

“That’s not funny…”

“But you seemed to enjoy it,” she teases as she steps closer to Chris. “A lot, if your hardness was any indication.” She presses up against him and wraps her arms around him.

“Uh, isn’t this kind of public?” he asks, but doesn’t do anything to disengage her from him.

“Not really. How many other cars did you see the last hour on the road? How many other people did we see in the area? The only other people around are a little distracted at the moment and won’t notice us gone for a while still.”

With that she pulls his head down for a kiss. They both start out gently, but all too soon; they are pawing at each other like they’re in heat. She pulls his shirt free from his jeans and slips one hand under it to feel his chest and back. Her other hand is firmly planted on his fast hardening penis. Chris is holding her to him with one hand on her neck and cheek. The other starts out caressing her firm ass, but soon is fondling her breasts. The kisses are more heated now, each trying to devour the other. Janey’s shirt is the first to come off and hit the ground.

He begins to kiss and nip down her neck and across her shoulders. Starting to travel down her chest, he plants more kisses down her cleavage and across the tops of her breasts. By now, Janey is raking her hands through his hair and making satisfied little sighs and whimpers, pulling his head hard to her. Chris starts to kneel down and nibble directly on her hardening nipples through her bra. Now he plants little lick/kisses to her belly and smiles as she involuntarily contracts her stomach and gasps. As he starts to wrestle with the button and zipper to her shorts, Janey balances herself on his shoulders and kicks off her shoes. Now her shorts join her top on the ground. Chris continues his tongue and lip assault on her abdomen, sliding lower and lower, getting closer to vagina with each one. He can smell her arousal and it drives him on even more.

Now it’s Janey’s turn to attack. She grabs Chris’s head and pulls him up to his feet. There, she plants a long, deep, breathless kiss on him. She grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it up, breaking the kiss only long enough to remove his shirt. She twines her arms around his neck for a moment so she can draw him as close as she can. She reaches down to start undoing his jeans. While she does that, it’s her turn to return the favor by gently biting on his nipples. His hissing intake of breath through clenched teeth tells her she got the desired result she was looking for. Finally, his pants are opened and her hand slides down the front. Her hand finds his member and grasps it firmly.

Chris moans the second she grabs him and he returns the favor. He reaches down and cups her vagina through her panties and begins to gently apply and release pressure. She gives throaty moan and begins to pump Chris slowly. Chris escalates by rubbing his fingers in small circles, slightly pressing his middle finger into her valley in order to stimulate her clitoris better. Janey begins to squeeze him harder in response. Now he removes his hand from her dampened panties which is met with a groan of displeasure and frustration. But it was necessary for him to do so so that he could place his hand inside. Her breath catches upon the skin to skin contact and her hips involuntarily grind down on his hand. Her arousal allows a finger to easily slip in between her slick lips.

Their breathing is more gasps than anything. Kisses are snatched in between ragged gulps of air whenever possible. Chris reaches behind Janey and unhooks her bra one-handed and adds it to the scattered pile of clothes. Now they press against each other bodily, her breasts against his chest and their genitals close enough that they can feel the heat radiating from the other. She fights to push his jeans down so she can have freer access to his cock. He does the same for her panties. After performing some sort of bizarre dance consisting of strange leg movements and crazy gyrations, they are both nude.

They step close together again, this time even closer than before. Janey begins to rub the smooth head of his penis against her belly with each stroke. Chris has works one thigh between her legs which she grinds on while he flicks a finger directly on her button. Soon, her breathing gets irregular and her body quakes in ever-increasing shudders. She begins to rub his penis closer and closer to her entrance in an effort to increase their mutual pleasure. Janey removes both of their hands from their respective places of work and hitches one of her legs up over his hip in an effort to open herself up even more. In this position, her folds surround the length of his shaft easily and she can grind her clitoris directly on his stiffness to increase their pleasure exponentially.

Soon, the both of them are rocking their hips together in rhythm. The motion increases with each pump. They both look at each other and know it’s time. Chris bends his knees slightly and Janey pushes up onto her toes on the one foot that is still on the ground while using her other leg for leverage. The combined movements settle the head of his cock directly at her entrance. They both hold their breaths for a moment, then move. Slowly, he enters into her and they both give the same satisfied moan of ecstasy.

As soon as Janey settles down the length of him, they hear Jeanette coming down the trail, calling for them. It seems that she and George had finished what Chris and Janey were trying to start and had made lunch for everyone. Quickly, the two disengage, but not before Janey moves her hips in a wicked circle to torture Chris. They scramble to get dressed before Jeanette spots them. Janey gives him a quick kiss on the cheek and whispers in his ear, “We’ll finish this later,” and gives his cock one last squeeze through his jeans when she emphasizes the word “this.’

-to be continued?

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I was going through a difficult patch with my girlfriend and was feeling very down. Although I am basically straight I have gay periods when all of a sudden I find myself looking at gay porn. But I had never been with a man.

One day at work we had a visit from a West Indian sales rep named Ralph. He was huge, very black and was rumoured to have about 12 children, so all the women were fascinated.

So was I, although I didn’t realise it at the time. It wasn’t until I was having a meeting with him – just the two of us in a room, and I was buzzing. I didn’t know why, but I could think of nothing but the contents of his underpants.

I managed to control myself and when our meeting ended I went outside to my desk and got on with some work. Half an hour later Ralph was leaving, and as he passed he gave me his business card and said ‘I forgot to give you this. I’m here till tomorrow afternoon,’ casually so it looked like a business thing. The buzzing started inside me again and at five o’clock I flew out of the door and phoned him on my mobile. ‘Hi, it’s George,’ I said nervously. He told me which hotel he was staying at and said we should meet for a drink, but I should call for him at his room.

I didn’t really know why I was doing this, but half an hour later I was there, knocking on his door.

He manisa escort opened it wearing no shirt and no shoes, just his trousers.

‘Sorry,’ he said, ‘I’m just getting changed.’ He hadn’t had a shower – I could smell his body, and I liked it. ‘Won’t be a second,’ he said and walked over to the bed. ‘Take a seat,’ he said. I sat six feet away from him as he unzipped his trousers and they fell to the floor. He stepped out of them. He wasn’t looking at me, just pretending to be oblivious to my presence. My heart was beating fast, my cock was stirring and my arse was alive – just making me aware of its presence.

Ralph then pulled down his underpants and threw them into his open suitcase. As he leaned over to get some fresh ones I watched as his buttocks parted slightly. Then he stood up straight, looked at me and said ‘Was I imagining it earlier or was there some sort of… animal instinct in the air?’ His large and thrillingly black cock was half erect and it reminded me of all the black porn I had looked at, where the guys with the huge ones always seem to be only half inflated. Was that because they didn’t have enough blood to fill the thing?

I stood up, drawn by some unknown feeling, and walked over to him. It wasn’t like it would have been with a woman – I didn’t want to kiss him, I just knelt kushinagar.net in front of him and took his cock into my mouth. All I knew about technique was that you shouldn’t get your teeth in the way, so I was surprised and flattered when he started moaning in his deep voice and saying ‘Ohhh, I like the way you do that.’ I had one hand holding his balls and the other around the back, the fingertips nestling in his crack. I loved the smell of a day’s sweat in the skin beneath his tight, short pubic hair. I rubbed my fingertips deeper between his cheeks and brought my hand around to sniff it. The smell of this man’s arse nearly drove me crazy.

He must have noticed me doing this because he said, ‘Why don’t you take your clothes off too?’ I did so eagerly and when I turned back to him he said softly, ‘Sniff your fingers again.’ I did, and it felt so wicked I felt I had gone to hell and got the job of Satan’s sex slave, except Ralph was no devil – I thought he was some sort of fantastically sexy angel.

He turned away from me and bent over. I hesitated.

‘What do you want me to do?’ I said, my voice cracking with excitement.

‘Lick my arse,’ he said simply. I realised then that I had always wanted to do that to a man, particularly a black man. I had licked women there and it had been great, but the thought of doing it to this beautiful man was making me tremble.

I knelt down again and put my face against his buttocks, smelling the incredible aroma, then pulled them apart and got my tongue in there. I gently licked his crack, I licked the insides of his buttocks with my tongue flat and hungry and then I licked him strongly right up the middle.

He groaned and writhed with pleasure. I continued for half a minute or so and then I knew I had to have his cock in my mouth again.

‘Ralph, I want to suck you,’ I said quickly, pulling my head reluctantly away from his fantastic bottom.

He lay on the bed on his back and I went down on him again. After a while he said ‘Hang on, I want to suck you too.’ And he got up and turned around and settled himself above me, sucking my extremely willing penis and letting his own equipment bobble around my face until I got his cock between my lips and sucked, as if I could draw the spunk from his balls just like that. Then he took my cock out of his mouth and began to wank me, so I did it to him too. The heat of his body, the smell of his body, the feel of his body… I came all over his face and he squirted his spunk into my mouth.

We didn’t have a drink afterwards. I couldn’t have sat in the bar digesting his semen – I’d have been on my knees in front of him again, smelling his underpants – he had put the dirty ones back on. Instead I went home and we arranged to meet the next week in a town not far away to do it all again.

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“A beautiful blonde is staring at you.” comes a voice that jolts me out of my thoughts of getting the hell out of this library

“What?” I asked this voice

“A beautiful blonde is staring at you.” the voice says

“Where in the library is she?” I asked

“To your right…there..she’s smiling at you.” directs the voice.

I smile shyly back, but I know she can’t possibly be staring and smiling at me. This girl is hot. I’m nothing special, I’m a 6’2 muscular dork with black hair and green eyes. I start fidgeting in my seat as she continues staring at me.

“You should talk to her.” the voice announces

“Are you kidding me?” I ask nervously

“No, I’m not.” the voice answers

“I think she’s just staring at me because I’m a dork.” comes my response

“I don’t think so, you’re hot even if you’re a dork. Not all girls like athletes.” argues the voice

Her smile reaches her eyes, so maybe she means her interest. I slide off my seat and start walking towards her, watching her and her body language in case it changes any, it doesn’t. In fact, she slightly spreads her legs, pulling the skirt of her dress up, and licks her lips. In front of her, but still not close, I stop to see if she opens her legs any wider.

She does and I’m rewarded with the sight of an almost see-through white thong. She thrusts her legs open even wider as well as her chest, not that she needs help there, she’s got a hand full of breast. I lick my lips nervously as I start to approach her, moving slowly towards her, and I am hard by the time I reach her table. She looks up into my face before lowering her head to look directly edirne escort at what she’s caused.

Panting, I say, “Hi.”

I can hear her panting too, with her, “hi back.”

Swallowing hard, I ask, “What’s your name?”

“Cin. Yours?”

“Matthew. Nice to meet you, Cin.”

“Pleasure is all mine, Matthew. I couldn’t help but stare you are gorgeous.”

Blushing, I say, “Thank you. So, what are you doing later?”

She says with a wicked smile, “I hope to be doing YOU later.”

I ask with lust dripping from my voice, “What’s stopping you from doing me now? It’s not like we’re anywhere that we can’t leave.”

Sensing and seeing my confidence and obvious lust, she gets up from her chair, grabbing my hand she leads me to the elevator. Once the door closes and she pushes the button for the first floor, she jumps up, wrapping her legs around me which forces me back against the wall, kissing and sucking on my tongue while I reach under her dress and grab her perfect ass. She moans against my mouth, but quickly jumps down and slightly away when the elevator stops and opens. She pulls me out of the elevator, out the doors we go, my car’s closer so we quickly get in, and off we go to my apartment.

We make it there in record time, getting to my door, and without fumbling with my keys; not that I have much practice with this sort of thing, we get into the apartment, closing the door, we’re all over each other again. I’m pulling off her dress, bra, and thong while she strips me just as fast. I pick her up, pinning her to the wall closest to us, I slide her down onto my dick.

God, she’s so tight cansoc.org and oh so wet. Her ass in my hands, her back against the wall, I bounce her up and down as fast and hard as I humanly can go. Her legs wrapped around my waist, I decide to fuck walk her to my bed, tumbling somewhat gently down, I pound her hard. Her muscles in her pussy are gripping me tight, I am not going to last much longer and from the way she sounds, neither is she. Grinding, pounding, humping harder, harder, harder, faster, faster, faster I push in as deep as I can go as I cum inside her, which sets off her own orgasm.

I lay there as her orgasm passes before I move off her. She moves to her side and cuddles up to me.

“I’m so-” I start my apology

“Don’t apologize, nobody lasts long the first time, not with new people.” she says matter-of-factly

“If you say so, Cin.” I say with a grin

“I do, Matthew. It’s okay, really.”

“I know better than to argue when the other person is right, so what else would you like to do?”

She looks at me, smiles, and says, “You. Always you. I’ve been watching you for a long time, Matthew. I’ve wanted to be with you and I noticed you never were with a girl, at least in public.”

A bit frightened, I ask, “So, you’ve been stalking me?”

“More or less.” she says laughing

Chuckling myself, a bit, I respond, “Wow, okay. No, I don’t have a girlfriend well, didn’t.”

“Good, you deserve to be loved, wanted, and cared for.” she says with a grin

She slides her free hand down to my dick, stroking it back to life, once fully hard again, she gets up and straddles me. Fully impaling herself, she starts off slow, grinding her hips, she sits up so I can play with her breasts, which really are perfect. Short and fat nipples, big yet perky. Planting her hands on my stomach she starts riding me faster, faster, faster, harder, harder, harder.

Removing my hands from her breasts, they make their way to her ass, she squeals when I grab her and thrust up to meet her downward thrusts. Harder, faster, harder, faster. I roll her over onto her back and thrust in and out, in and out, in and out. Fast. Hard.

Whispering in her ear, “Get on your hands and knees.”

She looks at me with a twinkle in her eye, I pull out, get off her, and move so she can move in the position I want her in. Once there, I guide my dick into her. Sooo deep, I grab her thighs, pulling them out from under her so she’s on her stomach. I start fucking her as hard and fast as I can go, squeezing her legs together, making her pussy even tighter than it already is, I go crazy with lust and start pounding her from the inside with my dick, laying down on top of her, she moans and screams in pleasure as do I.

“Oh god, yes! You’re so fucking BIG!” she screams

“FUCK ME!” she screams

“You like this, baby?” I say roughly

“Yes, I do!” she exclaims

“Fuck. Yes! Give me that dick, baby!” she yells

“You fill my pussy up! I’m going to cum for you again, baby! Keep going.”

I don’t stop. I pound into her. Her pussy tightens even more than it is and still I continue to pound into this sweet pussy. Ten minutes later, I am unable to control myself anymore, feeling the urge to cum, I release deep inside her once more. Thrusting. Once, twice, three times.

I roll off her, breathless, grabbing her and pulling her to me. I think about that voice, wondering about it as I fall asleep.

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